| Superman's Sister | b.w.

9 | n i n e

9 | Dreams

BRUCE made sure to carefully remove and re-dress himself as quietly as he could. He prayed Jessica didn't see his face at all during their s****l escapade that happened no more than a couple of hours ago. Something in Bruce was a little upset about this, she would sleep with a total stranger just an hour after her date, but it wasn't just her fault. He's been leading her on the entire time he's been visiting her, he supposed he was finally tired of him not making the first move.

No wonder why he's so attracted to her, her independence is so hot. In the beginning, he could tell she was trying to stop herself before it escalated.

With a final note and a gentle caress to her cheek, he left the same way he came. To his surprise, he still had time to make a special delivery by the doc.

2:30 a.m.

Right on time.

Bruce waited in the batmobile for them to load the Kryptonite into the large transport truck. To pass the time, he zoned out to just a couple of hours ago. He usually didn't think of one-nighters the day after but he couldn't help himself. He couldn't even say one-nighter with Jessica, it just felt wrong. It didn't feel right rolling off of his tongue.

He briefly remembered the way she caressed the scars he's gotten over the years, how she lovingly kissed them and looked away when his face illuminated in the moonlight. She had so much respect for him to not look at his true identity. The way he would take her breath away by just a simple thrust of his hips, the way the bed squeaked. Good lord was she something else.

"Master Bruce?" Alfred's voice rang through his earpiece, knocking Bruce out of his wet thoughts.

"Yes, Alfred?" He asked, clearing his throat for what seems the millionth time that night.

Alfred caught onto it, smirking knowingly behind the computer but acted like he didn't know. He was just a silly old butler. He fought against teasing him until Bruce got home later that night.

"The men appear on the move, this seems like the best time to make your move sire." Alfred commented, beginning to look at the map to see where they were heading thanks to the Bat-tracker. Aboard the White Portuguese, Anatoli Knyazev and his men take a crate out of the ship. Atop a nearby crane, Batman is standing on top of it with a rifle.

The crate is loaded onto a LexCorp truck, as Bruce watched from the rifle scope. "Move out!" Anatoli barked. After Anatoli closes the back door, Bruce fires a homing beacon onto it. It was a little green device surrounded by glue. The thugs who had just closed the door ran towards their vehicles to escort the truck.

Just as they leave the port, one of the thugs on the backseat of a car notes the Batmobile is waiting outside. "Go, go, go, go!"

As the thugs grab weapons, one grabbing a machine gun, they fire it into the Batmobile's direction once his car starts moving. Bruce crashed into a car, hurling it into a portable trailer. He then fires his harpoon launcher at the car, dragging it behind him and slamming it into walls and barriers.

After chasing down the enemy vehicle who keeps on firing, he detaches the harpoon and lets the crushed car crash onto the other. While the Batmobile is catching up to the convoy, another car fires at the Batmobile with a grappling gun.

Unfazed, Bruce fired his own guns back, destroying the car. The truck itself opens, revealing Anatoli with a rocket launcher. The Batmobile continues to chase after the convoy until it takes a turn after seeing an incoming tanker truck – which the car in front of him doesn't, crashing and causing a massive explosion.

The Batmobile maneuvers its way around warehouses and lands on top of the convoy, crashing through the roof, nearly missing Anatoli. Nevertheless, Bruce continues his chase after the convoy, deploying flares to ward off homing missiles.

Suddenly, as Bruce turns a corner, he crosses paths with Superman. They both glare at one another, disdain in each of their eyes. Bruce didn't have enough time to turn the car, so, he opted on just ramming the car into the alien instead.

Proving that the 'running the man of steel over' strategy didn't work out so well, the car merely bounced off of Superman like a bumper car. The Batmobile collides against Superman and crashes into a nearby gas station. Clark remains steady, and tears the roof off the vehicle, with his impeccable strength, and tossed them to the side effortlessly. He was ready to confront the vigilante directly as Bruce stood up in defiance. He kept his hands clenched to his side.

They both stared intensely at each other. As though they thought, if they tried hard enough, one of them would die where they stood.

Clark tightened his jaw, this was the man that was visiting his city every night, his sister. "Next time they shine your light in the sky, don't go to it. The Bat is dead, bury it. Consider this mercy." Clark warned while his sharp jawline clenched and released in anger. He was doing the people a favor, a favor to rid their city of a corrupt man.

This Batman vigilante was nothing more than an idiotic method of scaring people into getting what he wanted. He was no better than the people he claimed to stop. He was not going to continue to let him scare those innocent people, and he will be damned if he would do it to his dear sister. He would kill him if she was to ever get hurt. "Stay out of Metropolis, stay away from the people of Gotham, and especially stay away from Ms. Kent. She doesn't need your... influence," Clark growled, turning around to fly away. "If she is some infatuation you have, consider it done."

Bruce was taken back by the demand the alien made. Who was he to dictate who Jessica was to see and not see? It made him livid! She was her own woman. This alien wasn't allowed to decide what a human can do. The deep voice of Batman stopped him.

"Tell me..." Clark turned his head to look at him. "Do you bleed?" Bruce asked with a calming look on his features.

Clark kept his gaze over his shoulder and gave a hard stare. He needed to leave before things got too heated for him. He flew off back home, breaking the sound barrier as he did.

Bruce watched him leave with his jaw practically glued shut, if it was quiet enough, you could almost hear the cracking of his teeth. "You will."

EVERYTHING was dark, darker than the pale moonlight. Jessica stood in the center of a broken field, things were scattered around her, buildings, animals, bodies. She tried to walk forward, maybe if she could get somewhere she could get answers.

That plan was cut short when she heard the sounds of crunching bones with nothing in front of her. "Like what I've done with the place?" A voice asked from in front of her.

"What did you do?" She rasped slowly, raising her head to meet with the eyes of Lex Luthor. The white business suit he wore with black leather gloves was supposed to show purity, durability, faith but in Jessica's eyes, it showed nothing but destruction.

The key feature that caught her attention was a glowing green saber in his right hand, the way the sky was red, and millions of beast-like creatures roaming around the bared buildings.

"Have you ever heard of the story of Pyrrha of Thessaly?" Lex questioned pointing the saber directly at Jessica. "Well, when Zeus decided to end the Bronze Age with the great deluge, Deucalion and his wife, Pyrrha, were the only survivors. Even though he was imprisoned, Prometheus, who could see the future and had foreseen the coming of this flood told his son, Deucalion, to build an ark and, thus, they survived. During the flood, they landed on Mount Parnassus, the only place spared by the flood." He explained, walking closer to the black-haired alien. "Now once the deluge was over and the couple were on land again, Deucalion consulted an oracle of Themis about how to repopulate the earth. He was told to throw the bones of his mother behind his shoulder. Deucalion and Pyrrha understood the "mother" to be Gaia, the mother of all living things, and the "bones" to be rocks. They threw the rocks behind their shoulders, which soon began to lose their hardness and change form. Their mass grew greater, and the beginnings of human form emerged. The parts that were soft and moist became skin, the veins of the rock became people's veins, and the hardest parts of the rocks became bones. The stones thrown by Pyrrha became women; those thrown by Deucalion became men."

Jessica watched Lex circle her like prey, she could feel the blade of the sword against her back, to her hip, pressed it into her stomach for a moment, then repeated the cycle. "You see, the story of Deucalion and Pyrrha has also been retold in the Roman poet Ovid's famous collection Metamorphoses. In this retelling, Jove, who is like the Roman equivalent of Zeus, takes pity on the couple, recognizing them to be devout worshipers. He parts the clouds and ends the deluge specifically to save Deucalion and Pyrrha, who are floating aimlessly on a raft. When the storm has cleared and the waters have subsided, Deucalion and Pyrrha are taken aback by the desolate wreckage of the land and understand that they are now responsible for repopulating the earth. Confused on how to carry out their destiny, they go to see the goddess Themis, Themis tells Pyrrha that she must cast the bones of her mother to successfully reproduce. Pyrrha is distraught at the idea of desecrating her mother's honor by digging up her bones. She needed to use fire and water, fire from the demons above, and the water from the blood of innocents. Because when heat and moisture blend in due balance, they conceive: these two, these are the origin of everything. Though fire and water fight, humidity and warmth create all things; that harmony."

Jessica felt a tear slip down her face in utter disgust and horror. What dream was this? "You're psychotic..."

"Hm..." He hummed. "a three-syllable concept for such a simple mind." He chuckled. The ripping of flesh, muscle, and tissue filled her ears as well as a piercing pain she's felt once before. It spread through her abdomen like a virus, was she dying? "Goodbye," He pouted, pushing her back into a dark abyss. "Superwoman."

JESSICA bolted from the hotel bed with a loud gasp. She looked around the room frantically to see if it was all a dream.

When she heard the bustling sounds of Gotham from the open balcony window, the cool morning breeze gliding against her skin, happy it was just a nightmare. She looked down at herself to see she was completely naked. As if someone is going to see her, she quickly wrapped the blanket around herself. "Oh no, no, no!" She groaned in disappointment with herself. She slept with the freaking Batman! A stranger under a mask no less.

When she reached over to find her phone, she came across a note.

I didn't want to wake you, remember, I'm always here.

-Batman.

Well, at least it wasn't a total bust. Jessica immediately picked up her ringing phone after she came out of her love-struck daydream. It was Sheilah. "b***h!" She screeched causing Jessica to pull the phone away from her ear. It was way too early to be listening to Sheliah's screeching. "WHERE ARE YOU?"

"Calm down, I'm in a hotel." Jess sighed. "It was late and Gotham had closed down its tolls. I wouldn't have been able to leave." Jessica explained, tossing on her clothes as fast as she could.

"Why didn't you just fly out of there?" Sheilah asked. It's something she would have done.

"Batman was lurking around the city, I wasn't going to risk exposing myself." She grumbled, trying to hide the evident hickies that littered around her collar bones and on the junction where her pulse point meets the underside of her chin. You would think he was a teenager in heat. She watched them heal before her very eyes and they were gone. No evidence of a one night stand here! Even if it hurt her to say it.

"Did anything fully happen?" Sheilah asked, wonder in her tone. "A lot of the reporters say Bruce Wayne is a monster in bed." Jessica could practically hear the wiggling of her eyebrows. "Like, brutally f**k you till you can't walk, fuck."

"What?" Jessica deadpanned. "No, I didn't have s*x with Bruce." Jessica scoffed. "Who do you take me for? The 'First date then have s*x' kind of girl?"

"Well, you sound like you got dicked down." Sheilah shrugged. "You haven't had a good d**k down since Oliver in Star City. You sound, happier."

"Is that bad?" Jessica asked.

"That's it, who'd you f**k?" Sheilah bluntly asked. "I'm not taking vibrator for an answer."

"Sheilah Buckholz!" Jessica gasped, she was always prying in her s*x life.

"I NEED TO KNOW!" She shouted. "You're my best friend, your s*x life is the only drama I get! Lois and Clark are just gross." Jessica couldn't disagree with that. Her s*x life seemed to be more interesting than Lois' at the moment.

"Leilah..." Jess groaned. It was still really uncomfortable for her to know that she slept with a masked stranger hours after her date with a billionaire who actually turned out to be nicer than she thought.

The half german-Latina mix laughed in her own amusement. "What? It's a joke!" Sheilah was so excited to bribe Jessica with a bagel sandwich when she got back from Gotham. Her and Lois were going to be all over that juicy s*x drama.

"Mhm, I'll show you a joke. I'll backhand the hell out of you." Jessica growled.

"You'll have to catch me first!"