clark kent · superman · batman · superbat · dual identity · dc comics · hero · friendship · justice · hope
A bitter wind sliced across Gotham’s jagged rooftops, carrying the damp smell of coming rain and old iron. High above the empty streets, a red cape lashed and snapped like a defiant banner. Superman hung motionless in the air, his gaze sweeping the deep shadows below, completely unaware of the dark figure observing him from the stone head of a gargoyle. In the distance, the city exhaled its perpetual gloom, a direct contrast to the radiant symbol of hope he embodied. Down in the canyons of concrete and steel, the tension gathered like a storm. Two legends, born of utterly different worlds, stood on the edge of a first meeting, their destinies about to intersect in the gray, mist-choked heart of a city that has never known peace.