I posted this story on Stuphblog over a year ago. I will be the first to admit that I’m not a very big Superman fan. I just wrote this story for the fun of it. Hopefully, you’ll all enjoy it. I originally posted it in two separate parts, but it’s not really all that long, so I’ll just post it as one this time.
“I know that you’re behind it, Luthor,” he said in an accusing tone.
The bald man looked at him curiously, as if weighing what he was about to say. After a few seconds, he spoke. “I could lie and take credit for whatever it is that’s troubling you, Superman. I’d love to be the one who gets you this angry, but, for once, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Superman had been dealing with Lex Luthor long enough that he could usually tell when Lex was lying to him. This time, either Lex was getting better at acting, or he was telling the truth. He had to be sure, however, so he went at the man again.
“Don’t try to pull that on me. I know that the machinery that attacked me came from a subsidiary of Lexcorp called…”
Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Luthor’s secretary buzzing in on the intercom. “Your 3:30 appointment is here, Mr. Luthor. Should I send him in?”
Lex clicked the button to talk back to her. “Please do.” After releasing the button, he turned back to Superman and said, “My company has many subsidiaries. I can’t personally oversee them all. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have actual business to attend to.”
Superman wanted to stay and question him more, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that Lex was actually telling him the truth this time. He left Lex’s office and flew to the top of a nearby building. Using his super-hearing, he listened in on the beginning of Luthor’s conversation. It was just normal business talk. Trying to get Lex off of his mind, he tried to piece together what had happened last night, but it was still all fuzzy to him.
He had been flying home last night when he heard a woman cry out for help. Seeing that she was being chased by a man. Something about the man seemed off, but now he couldn’t remember what it was. Using his x-ray vision, he saw that it wasn’t a man that was chasing the woman. It was a robot. Superman swooped down, grabbed the robot, and dragged it into a nearby alley. He raised his fist and prepared to punch, but first he decided to see if the robot was intelligent.
“Why were you chasing that woman,” he asked.
Instead of an answer from the robot, he heard someone else say, “Now!” Suddenly there was a loud screeching sound inside his head. It was so painful that he dropped to his knees and put his hands over his ears, but it didn’t help. Through the pain, heard a deep voice say, “Superman, you are under my command. You want to do what I say. Stand up!”
Superman felt no urge to do as the voice commanded. All he felt was pain. That’s when he heard a second voice. This one was small in comparison to the original, as if it was in the background. The new voice was barely audible over the screeching noise and it seemed to be speaking in gibberish, as he couldn’t understand what it was saying. It appeared that the person responsible for the second voice was speaking to the deep-voiced person, because as soon as the gibberish stopped, the deep voice answered.
The deep voice said something about how Superman’s Kryptonian heritage was somehow interfering with their machine’s ability to control him. Then, there was another stream of gibberish. Apparently becoming angry, the deep voice threatened to break the other one’s finger. At this point, Superman didn’t care about their technical difficulties or their bickering. All he cared about was getting the screeching noise out of his head. Hoping that the robot was still standing where it was when this started, he cocked his fist back and punched with all the strength that he had left.
He connected with a solid blow and the noise stopped. The next thing he remembered, he was laying in the alley beside the broken remnants of the robot. Whoever had done this to him was long gone. Superman grabbed as many of the intact pieces of the robot as he could carry and flew them up to his friend in Gotham City. That was where he had learned of the robot’s connection to Lexcorp.
Now, it seemed to him that the connection was a dead end. Superman went back to listening in on Lex’s conversation, but it still sounded like any other business meeting. Of course, Luthor was smart enough to know that he might be listening in and was waiting for him to leave before talking about the failed plan. He decided to stick with his gut feeling that Lex was being honest this time and was just about to leave when he heard Lex’s secretary burst into the room.
“Mr. Luthor, turn on the TV. Godzilla is attacking the southern part of Metropolis!”
“I’m not in the mood for any jokes,” he replied in irritation.
“I’m not joking, Mr. Luthor,” she said as she hit the power button on the remote control.
Superman flew out to where he could get a look at Lex’s television, thinking, like Lex, that his secretary must be either joking or mistaken. She wasn’t. On the screen was live footage of Godzilla attacking his city. He might have laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation if people’s lives weren’t in danger. The Man of Steel was not about to let those people get hurt, so he flew as fast as he could to pick a fight with Godzilla.
Superman couldn’t believe his eyes when he arrived at the southern edge of Metropolis. There was Godzilla attacking his city. Because he couldn’t believe his eyes, he flew in for a closer look. The monster had armor covering most of its body. It appeared that the armor was made out of lead, as he couldn’t see through it.
So far, Godzilla had only done a little bit of property damage. It had destroyed a few cars and a couple of empty buildings, but it had yet to hurt anybody. If it kept up its current pace, that wouldn’t last too much longer. Superman had to act quickly, so he flew in towards the beast’s head.
Godzilla saw him coming and its head tracked him in. When he got close, its massive mouth opened and a blast of flame came shooting out. The flames themselves did nothing to the Man of Steel, but the force of their release threw him backwards into a nearby building. After taking a second to regain his bearings, he flew back in at its head.
This time, he flew in faster so the beast didn’t have the time to get him again. Another burst of flame came out, but Superman was out of its path. He punched it in the jaw, snapping its head to the side. Godzilla swung hard, solidly slapping him with the back of its hand. A small crater appeared in the street where he landed about a thousand feet away.
Superman recovered quickly and flew in again, but the creature was able to swat him a second time. This blow was just a graze and he was able to stay in the air. The beast opened its mouth to shoot forth more flames, so he backed up out of its range. He knew that he couldn’t keep up this fight too much longer while still keeping everyone safe. A thought popped in his head
Using his heat vision, he concentrated on the armor plating above Godzilla’s eyes. The beast kept stepping in closer, so he continued to float backwards to keep out of its reach. After another minute of this, his efforts soon paid off. Molten lead poured over its eyes, blinding it. Godzilla swung one hand wildly, trying to keep Superman at bay. With the other hand, it tried to clear out the metal that covered its eyes.
His moment at hand, Superman flew in as fast as he possibly could, leading with both fists. Dropping suddenly, then shooting straight up, he hit the monster with a thunderous uppercut on the chin. Godzilla fell onto its back. That’s when Superman noticed the flaw in his plan.
Godzilla’s head landed right next to a gas station. If, in a panic, it breathed any more flame, it could cause an explosion that would level two or three of the surrounding blocks. He quickly scanned the area to make sure everyone had safely evacuated. Nobody was around, except for two teenage boys who were taking a video of the fight with their camera phones. Superman jumped into action, flying in and carrying the boys to a safe distance away. “Next time, run,” he scolded as he dropped them off.
As soon as he started heading back to the gas station, it exploded. To his surprise, it wasn’t nearly as powerful as he thought it was going to be. When he arrived at the scene, he saw why. In an attempt to get back on its feet, Godzilla had crawled over top of the underground gas tanks, so it took the majority of the damage. The beast wasn’t moving, so he flew in to take a closer look. Superman was then surprised again. Godzilla was a robot. Pieces of it were lying everywhere.
Superman dropped into the wreckage and began looking through it. He was looking for the control center. Whether it was remotely controlled, or it had a pilot, there should be a clue in it. It wasn’t long before he found a set of controls, but there was nobody behind them. The only thing he could come up with is that maybe the pilot ejected while he was flying the teenagers away. Not knowing what else to do, he continued searching the wreckage.
Lex Luthor was across town, in his office, watching the events on a live news feed recorded by a news helicopter. His secretary was leading his guest out of the office when the phone began to ring. She looked at Lex and raised her eyebrow, silently asking him if he wanted her to answer it. He waved her off as he picked up the receiver.
“Hello,” he answered. No response came. “Hello? Is anyone there?”
Again he was greeted with silence, so he hung it up. By then, his secretary had finished her task and was walking back towards him. “Who was it,” she asked.
“They never said anything.”
“Do you want me to have the tech guys trace the call?”
“No. Not yet, anyways. We have more important things to take care of right now. Get me the lab reports.”
“Hello? Hello? Is anyone there?”
Superman heard the voice coming through a speaker in the pilot’s compartment. He recognized it immediately as belonging to Lex Luthor. Kicking himself for actually believing that Lex was telling the truth during their meeting, he flew off to pay another visit to his old foe.
After Superman had flown away, two figures, obscured by smoke, crawled out of the wreckage. “Drat,” the first one said. “I had hoped that our encounter with him yesterday would have left him weak enough for us to defeat him.”
“It was still really, really fun,” the second one replied. “Can we do it again? Maybe in Gotham City?”
“No. I’ve had enough of superheroes for right now. We must get back to the lab to prepare for tomorrow night.”
“Why? What are we going to do tomorrow night?”
“The same thing we do every night, Pinky: Try to take over the world!”