Scenario:Lois couldn't help but be surprised by his sudden confidence, but she found herself inexplicably drawn to it. "Cocktails, huh?" She replied, a small smirk crossing her face. "I don't think I've seen this side of you before, Clark." He leaned in a little closer, the closeness was electric. "I'm full of surprises, Lois." He said, his voice low and teasing. There was a playfulness in his tone that she had never heard before. She couldn't deny the feeling of excitement it provoked deep down inside her. "Is that so?" She replied, her eyes not leaving his. He gulped, feeling the heat race through his body as her touch ignited a fire within him. She smiled, sensing his reaction to her. Her touch grew more intentional as she explored the planes of his torso. Her fingers traced a path from his chest, along his stomach, and lower still. His breath hitched as her hand brushed over the button of his jeans. The air between them crackled with an intensity that Lois couldn't ignore. The electricity was palpable. She looked up at him, her hand still resting on the button. "You seem a bit flustered, Smallville." He swallowed hard under her gaze. "I'm just a little caught off guard, that's all." Lois's hand still lingered on the button of his jeans, her eyes taking in every detail of his reaction. "You don't seem like the kind of guy who gets easily flustered. Or is there something I don't know about you, farm boy?" She teased. He let out a soft breath, trying to maintain composure under her touch. "Maybe there are some things about me that you're not aware of." Her hand slid lower, tracing the seam of his jeans, causing him to shiver involuntarily. Ordinarily she'd never press him in such a way, but this time she had a burning hunger within. She needed the release of the intimate endeavor. He tried to focus on his words, but the heat spreading from her touch was making it difficult. He took a deep breath, willing himself to remain in control. "There might be a few things I haven't shared with anyone, Lois." She smiled, her hand still making small circles on the waistband of his jeans. She was enjoying every moment of this, the power she had over him in this moment was intoxicating. He struggled to keep his composure as her touch continued to drive him wild. "You're making it hard to think straight, you know that?" She chuckled, her voice low and full of promise. "That's the idea, farm boy." Her hand finally slipped under the waistband of his jeans. He swallowed hard, his body tense as anticipation coiled deep inside him. The touch of her fingers was intoxicating, and he found himself wanting more. He struggled to maintain his composure, but the need in his gaze betrayed the storm of emotions raging within him. She traced a line along the top of his waistband, her fingers lingering just above the edge of his jeans. Her touch was light, teasing, and it sent his senses reeling. He could feel the heat radiating from her body as she leaned in close, her lips tantalizingly close to his ear. "Clark, are we headed towards uncharted territory or does it just feel like that?" Lois asked seductively. His heart pounded in his chest as he tried to find his voice. The tension was thick between them, and he could barely think straight. He met her gaze, his eyes smoky with desire. He swallowed hard, unable to look away from her gaze. "It feels like uncharted territory, Lois." His voice was low and rough. He was torn between wanting to keep control and giving in to the desire she was stirring in him. But as her hand teased the edge of his waistband, all thoughts of control seemed to vanish. He wanted, needed more. "The goddamn land is possessed by the hero, the cowardly, and the undead...you are absolutely filthy...you're all the children of Satan." The drunk homeless man shouted from the corner. Clark glanced over at the drunk homeless man, startled by the unexpected interruption. He tried to focus on the man, but Lois's touch was too distracting, and his mind was fully occupied with the fire she'd lit within him. "Should I do something?" he asked, his voice hoarse. Lois shook her head, her fingers still tracing patterns on his skin. She knew he was struggling to maintain his composure under her touch. "No, just ignore him. He's harmless." She said, her voice soft. "The bunch of you dumb ass people think they're going to save your no account, lazy, low value losers...but, they couldn't even if they wanted to you damn fools. The end is coming soon. The new way in the land of Darkseid." He staggered as he shouts into the night. Clark tried to focus on the homeless man's words, but the fire within him was growing stronger, and it was becoming harder to ignore. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, but all he could think about was Lois's touch. "Should I go check on him?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "No, he's harmless." She reassured him, her hand still tracing a path along his waistband. "He's just rambling." Her touch was driving him crazy, and he had to fight to keep from reacting. He took another deep breath, trying to ground himself in the present moment. The homeless man continued to shout, growing louder and more aggressive. Clark tried to ignore him and focus on the woman before him. Her touch was like a jolt to his system. It felt like she was making the fire within him grow even wilder. "Damn it, Lois, I can hardly think straight with you doing that." Clark said, his voice thick with desire. She smiled, her touch continuing to tease him. "You want me to stop?" He groaned, both at the thought of her stopping and at the way her touch was making him feel. "I guess that depends on how far this was going in the end." Clark kissed her neck. She gasped softly as his lips found her neck, her touch faltering for just a moment. "You're making this difficult." She said, her voice huskier than usual. His kisses were sending shivers down her spine, and she knew she was in trouble. "We've been fighting it for too long, haven’t we, Lois?" She nodded, her breath catching in her throat. "Yes, way too long." Her hands moved to unfasten the button on his jeans. His breath hitched as her fingers worked the button, his hips instinctively arching towards her touch. "God, Lois, what are we doing here?" His voice was hoarse with desire. "I think we're finally giving in, Clark." Her voice was sultry, her hands slowly pulling down his zipper. His breathing was jagged, his control fading. "And what if someone sees?" He asked, his voice strained. "Would that stop us?" She asked, tugging at the waistband, trying to free him from his jeans. He shook his head, lost in the moment. "No, nothing could stop me now." Suddenly Clark started to feel as if something was wrong, and his phone rang from his pocket. Clark reached into his pocket, trying to ignore the feel of Lois's hands on him, and answered. "Hello?" His voice was rough and breathless. "Kent...it's Luthor here." Lex said. "Are you trying to find the answers in a small Texas town?" "I'm just investigating a collapsed building." Clark said, Lois still had her hands roaming around his waist, driving him insane. "You're about to discover that things are not as they appear to be. When you figure out what I'm saying here, give me a call." Lex said, and then he hung up the phone. Clark gritted his teeth, his mind racing. "Damnit, I can't think straight right now." Frustration seeping into his voice. "What is it? What's wrong?" Lois asked, sensing his agitation, and stopped her ministrations, but didn't remove her hands. "It was Lex Luthor." Clark said, trying to focus on anything other than the way her hands were making his body feel. Her touch was like magic. She was absolutely amazing. "Lex Luthor? What did he want?" She asked, her hands running up his stomach, towards his chest. Clark didn't answer her question, but started making love to her right there. If this was the next step, he was definitely ready to make his next move. Lois gasped as his mouth found hers, his kisses, deep and passionate, setting her ablaze. Her hands moved to his hair, her fingers gripping the soft strands as he took control. 5 The Hunt for the killer was on. There were three teams that were going to comb the town for those responsible of the massacre of the towns people. Squad - Alfa Squad - Bravo Squad- Charlie They moved in and out of the buildings, homes, hospitals, and hotels. They'd kept the details of the operation secret. Not wanting the crew from the Daily Planet to get in the way. Searching for anything and any sign of life. This was definitely a job that they hadn't been trained for. Squad-C were the first ones to face Lobo. "Do I need to wipe you soldiers out....or is the the area cleared?" Lobo laughed. Squads - A and - B looked in horror at the muscular alien, holding a gun in one hand and his signature hook in the other hand. The two men quickly aimed their assault rifles at the massive alien. "Don't move a muscle! Stay where you are." Lobo was laughing as he turned around. "What you gonna do? Shoot me with those little guns?" Squads - A and - B began firing at the large man. Lobo was shocked at how they stood there, with their guns blazing at him. "Really? You're actually shooting at me?!" Lobo's face looked angry. Squads A and B continued firing their guns at Lobo. With the bullets making contact with Lobo's body and flesh, causing loud thumping sounds with every impact. "You think I'm scared of you guys?! You think your little guns are going to take me out?!" Lobo dropped his hook and gun that was in his left and right hand. And began stomping towards squad-A. Then squad-A did it again... they began firing their guns that just sounded like little loud pops on Lobo. Lobo started laughing really loud. "Oh..OH..OH YEAH, YOU'RE GONNA KILL ME..." "Keep them coming!" Lobo ran through the bullets and punched one of the squad in the face, knocking the man out cold. Squad-A backed up and was now in a panic, "He's not going down!" Squads A and B were now scared and began running away from Lobo. Lobo started laughing again. "That's right you chickens, don't want to play anymore, do you?" Lobo was now alone in the middle of the street. "Well...luckily enough for you, Lobo...you still have a challenge on your hands, Bub." The voice deep and confident. Lobo heard the sound of the deep voice. He stopped in his tracks and turned around. "Who the hell is that?! Who said that to me..?" Lobo was trying to find out the source of the deep voice. "Where are you, coward!?." The deep voice spoke again, "Oh you want me to show myself, eh?" "Yes, I do!" Lobo replied, feeling pissed off. "Stop hiding yourself. Face me like a man." Lobo caught off guard, tries to block Wolverines claws. "What the...where the hell did you come from!!" Lobo recovered quickly. "Doesn't matter where I came from, I'm here and that's all you need to worry about." Wolverine replied. Lobo was still trying to stop Wolverines claws from getting him. "You have no idea who you're messing with, bub!" "Oh I know exactly what I'm dealing with, Lobo. I know all about you." Wolverine said with a dangerous low tone in his voice. Lobo was still managing to block wolverines sharp adamantium claws. "You talk too much." "Well, it is said that those that talk too much, typically know little to nothing" Wolverine replied as his sharp claws continued to be blocked by Lobo. Lobo was growing even more frustrated, "Is that right!?" Doomsday was walking with a huge staff with the Doomsday skull on top of it, he was being followed by the Dark Army and Nekron. Nekron had an aura of darkness that was around his entire body, he was keeping Doomsday close by his side. Nekron turns to Doomsday, "The army has successfully killed the towns people...this planet is weak, we can conquer this planet without a problem." Clark was in his room at the hotel room, he heard the radio in Lex's voice. "Who could you possibly send that could handle the situation?" "Someone with the reputation to match any alien invasion threat. Someone who does what needs to be done without any thought." Lex replied. "And who would that be?" Clark said, still listening to the radio. "That would be me." A deep voice said. Clark was completely stunned to hear another voice speaking back at him. "Lex...who is that!?" His tone held an edge of anticipation as he awaited Lex's response. Lex, who was always one for the theatrics, paused for a moment before speaking. "Wait...The Punisher is going to come to help me?" Clark was completely stunned once again to hear this. "If you want me to send him. We've got this other assassin here, hey...what was your name, son?" Lex Luthor asked the guy. "Deadpool, for the tenth time. Do you use drugs, Mr. Luthor?" "The other guy goes by Deadpool." Lex Luthor explains. "Deadpool...Deadpool...I've heard that name before." Clark said as he was thinking deeply. "Personally, Clark...something's wrong with the guy, but not when it comes to getting his job done. Very efficient mercenary, but with a mouth." Lex makes his own thoughts on it clear. "Jason...Todd...?" Clark's mind was racing with even more questions. "He is a bit of a...wildcard." Clark replied. "You know him? Does he work Cobblepot or Batman? Coming from Gotham it's one or the other. Frank Killed the Joker four years ago. It's not his doings." "Batman...." Clark said, his voice trailed off."Batman...." Clark said, his voice trailed off. "What....what about him?" Frank asked, still listening through the radio. "Nothing." Clark replied back. "Just..thinking of something." "Oh really now?" Frank said while still listening to the radio. "It's nothing, really." Clark replied. "If you say so." Frank said sarcastically. "A hunch that I can't shake." Clark said without giving anything away. "A hunch that I can't shake." Clark said without giving anything away. Lois listened on as Clark continued to talk to Lex Luthor and Frank Castle. She was trying to figure out what Clark was talking about, and starting to have a bad feeling about something. "Lex...can I ask you a question?" Clark asked through the radio. "Go ahead, Clark." Lex replied back. "Why...are you helping me?" Clark asked. "Well you know, there's something in it for everyone involved, otherwise there'd be no reason to be concerned, right?" Lex Luthor explains. "Sometimes we find ourselves in a battle that none of us could have expected to find ourselves in, see?" "Alright...that makes sense." Clark said. "Are you good, Clark?" Lex asked. "Do you trust me?" The Punisher chuckled. "Come on now, Lexxy-Boy." Clark grinned on the other end. "Yes...I trust you, Lex." Clark said. "Now...can you provide Superman, Kent?" Lex asked. He knew Clark was the only person that Superman had been so available to. Kent had always gotten the biggest Superman stories. "Of course, Lex." Clark replied. "I will do everything I can to help." "Help...Luthor...huh?" Lois was looking utterly amazed by the mention of help and Luthor." She had never expected to hear the two of them speaking about help and Clark helping Lex. Lois' mind was racing with so many questions as she listened to the conversation going on. She noticed the blacked out Suburban pull up out of the corner of her eye. She took a small peek out the window. She squinted a little more, and her eyes widened, she was shocked to see who it was. They had clearly attended his funeral. It was Bruce Wayne, sitting in the blacked out Suburban's passenger side seat. "Clark, we've got company." Lois interrupted. "Who is it?" Clark asked, trying to hear through the radio. "Bruce Wayne..." Lois said nervously. "Bruce Wayne?" Clark said, clearly hearing her tone over the radio. "There's no way that it's him." Clark dismissed her claim. Continued to listen to Castle and Luthor. "You sure about that, Clark? I'm looking at him right now." Lois said nervously. "I think you're imagining things." Clark replied, not believing her. Moments later Bruce entered the room with a master room key. When Clark got a look at him, he became disconnected from his previous conversation, and he left them talking. "Well...what's going on with this?" Clark half jokingly asked, but he was serious about the question too. Not as a journalist or even just a great friend. Lois looked at him and her expression remained the same look of shock and surprise. "I told you, Clark." Her words slow and deliberate. "Alright, I believe you now." Clark said as he looked at Bruce sitting next to Lois. "Has Damian provided you with a effective Batman, aye?" Bruce asked. "No, not yet." Clark replied. "Well, he's not as good as me." Bruce said jokingly, trying to ease the tension. "Do you know what you're up against here?" Bruce Wayne asked. "No...I mean I don't know what it is exactly, but I think I might have a certain person that might be involved with it all. Why? Do you have anything?" Clark was nervously moving as he rambled on. "I figured you would trust me. It's not going to sound very believable, and you are getting it from an allegedly dead man. So I wanted to see where we stood on that first." Bruce spoke low, while watching Clark's facial expressions. "You know me better than that, Bruce. I'm optimistic about most all situations, and I am trying to stay that way with this, but too many lives here have been lost." Clark explained. "I had wondered about that funeral and all. The closed casket left me that possibility out there, and I know you." Bruce couldn't help but smile at Clark's response. "I had a feeling you would say that." Bruce said with a nod of agreement. "So you know what is going on here, Bruce?" Lois asked. He nods immediately to the question. "It's 'The New God of Apocalypse'...have you ever heard of Darkseid?" Bruce inquired. Lois' eyes slightly widened when she heard what Bruce was saying. "You're joking..." she said to him. "I wish so badly that I was." Bruce said. "He had the power to devour this planet, but he doesn't want to make it quick. He wants to slowly move towards his goal. Enjoying each step of the process." "What is he trying to do to this place?" Clark interjected. "He's trying to control it's people, Clark." Bruce said, explaining. "How does he plan on doing that?" Clark asked. "First by wiping out massive amounts of the population and to eliminate the resistance against his plan." Bruce answered. "He is working through Victor von Doom, Thanos, and The Sinister Minister of the Trinity." "And what is he trying to obtain?" Clark asked. "His end game is a prison planet that he's taken all the valuable resources from. Earth is perfect for holding various species of beings." Bruce spoke with a mix of emotions. "He's trying to make the Earth into a prison planet?" Clark said in disbelief. "That's exactly what he's trying to do!" Bruce emphasized. "Well...I must admit that I thought it was someone else, but that's precisely why I never mentioned the name without a speck of proof." Clark said, leaning on the table top. "Who was your suspect?" Bruce asked. "The Kryptonian General...The Trinity of Krypton." Clark answered. "I hadn't really, there was nothing more than ability to do the things that the killer was doing, and motive knowing they want to create another Krypton for those who escaped their demise on the destroyed home planet. A hatred for Superman, but honestly not much more." Clark explained his thoughts on Zod's involvement.