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Marvelous World of DC: Part 2: Book 3
Chapter 1: Mild Mannered
A hero cannot be a hero unless in a heroic world.
September 25th, 2012
"MAYDAY, MAYDAY!" a voice screamed over a radio. Flying above the Atlantic, a commercial airplane was rapidly descending through the air, to the water below. Fire flickered on its wings as a line of smoke spewed from its engines.
"MAYDAY, MAYDAY!" the captain called frantically from the cockpit, "This is Delta Airlines Flight 562! We are experiencing engine failure! We are going down! I repeat, we are going down!"
Next to him, the co-pilot tried desperately to pull the plane out of its dive but couldn't manage it. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw something shoot past the cockpit.
"What was that!" he shouted as tried to see it.
"What was what!" the pilot shouted back, looking at him with a frightened expression.
Suddenly, the plane lurched slightly. As it did, it began to slow in its descent.
"We're leveling off!" the co-pilot cried with joy.
"Metropolis Airport, this is Delta Airlines Flight 562! We…We're leveling off! We're coming in for an emergency lading!" The pilot called over the radio.
The plane continued over the sea coming towards the city of Metropolis with smoke still poured from the planes engines. It slowly set down at the airport as emergency vehicles rushed towards the scene. As the firefighters and EMTs rushed towards the airplane, they saw a man walking away through the smoke.
He was a tall, powerfully built man with black hair and a pair of blue eyes. He wore a light blue jumpsuit. Over that he wore a pair of red short shorts, a yellow belt, red, and red, shin-high boots. On his chest was a red diamond with a yellow S in its center and a red cape that hung down to the back of his knees.
"All yours, gentlemen," he said with a nod before he shot off of the ground and into the sky.
"Was that…" one of the firemen began as he watched the man fly away.
"Superman," the other replied with awe.
Clark soared above the concrete jungle of Metropolis, skimming over the skyscraper. Looking down, he watched the people going about their morning below him. Smirking, he flew down to one of the large buildings and landing on a patio. Quickly scanning the area, he saw that no one was watching him and he entered the apartment.
He stepped off the patio into a large living room. Large windows looked over the city on two sides of the room. In the center of the room sat a large couch, flanked by two easy chairs. A coffee table sat in the middle. Directly across from the couch was a flat screen TV on the wall, over a small mantle place.
"Clark?" a voice asked from the doorway to Clark's left, "Are you back?"
Looking to the side, Clark saw Diana standing in the doorway. She wore a grey jacket over a white blouse and a grey skirt with black, high-heel shoes. She had the illusion that hid her athletic physique activated but wasn't wearing her glasses nor had her hair in a bun.
"Good morning, Diana," he greeted cheerfully.
"Are you prepared for our first day?" she asked, taking a sip from the coffee she was holding.
"Yep, just had to take care of something quick. Plane was going down over the Atlantic," Clark explained.
"You're making quite the name for yourself," Diana commented, picking a news paper off the kitchen table and handing it to Clark.
Clark looked at the newspaper she handed him, which he noticed was a copy of the Daily Planet. "Mysterious Superman Saves Sinking Ship!" the headline read. It was accompanied by a blurry photo of Clark holding a sinking boat afloat as its passengers were evacuated.
"They're calling me Superman?" he asked.
"It appears so," Diana replied, "I suppose they saw the S on your chest and decided it must stand for something. You're not the only one they've named."
She took the paper, and turned it to another page before handing it back. It showed her in her armor, stopping a school bus from going over a cliff. The title over the picture read "Wonder Woman Saves School Children!"
"Wonder Woman?" Clark asked with a chuckle, "Catchy."
"Thanks," she replied, before turning the page again, "Thor seems to have made the paper as well."
Clark looked at the blurry photo. He could make out the outline of a person standing at the edge of a building. He could also make out the feint outline of a hammer in his hands. A lightning bolt shot through the sky behind the figure. "Does the God of Thunder Walk Amongst Us?" the title asked.
"Seems like they're not to sure about Thor," Clark commented.
At that moment, the sound of a door opening came from the hall leading to the small kitchen. Emerging from one of the doors came Thor dressed in a black t-shirt and boxer shorts.
"Speak of the devil," Clark commented.
"Good morrow, friends!" Thor greeted with a large yawn as he walked into the kitchen.
"Good morning, Thor" Diana replied.
"How did your job search go?" Clark asked.
"Abysmally," Thor sighed as he slumped into one of the chairs, "It seems I am not cut out for any occupation in Midgard."
"I'm sure you'll fine something," Clark comforted him, "For now, me and Diana should prepare for our first day at work."
Clark walked down the hall to his bedroom. It was relatively simple, with a single bed, a dresser and a nightstand. A lamp sat on his nightstand, along with a photo showing him with his mother and father. One door led to a small bathroom while the other led to a closet.
Clark quickly stripped his uniform before darting into his bathroom for a shower. After, he darted out and quickly got dressed, putting his suit on over his uniform. He slicked back his black hair and put on his fake glasses.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out what looked like a small coin covered in arcane runes. Giving it a squeeze, Clark activated the key to the spell Dr. Strange gave them. Instantly, his image shifted, making him appear scrawnier and shorter. Smiling, he flipped the coin into the air, grabbed it and tucked it back into his pocket before exiting his room.
Walking out into the main room, he saw Diana waiting for him, dressed with her illusion activated. Thor was sitting on the couch and had turned on the TV, which he had begun channel surfing.
"Are you prepared to depart, Clark?" Diana asked.
"Yeah, let's head out. We don't want to be late on our first day," Clark answered while heading towards the door.
"Have a wonderful day, my friends!" Thor called to them as they left.
"You too, Thor," Clark answered as he and Diana left.
Turning back to the television, Thor continued to flip through the channels.
"Are ya ready kids!" the TV called in an over the top pirate imitation.
"Wonderful!" Thor rejoiced, "My favorite television tale!"
"I can't hear you!" the TV shouted.
"AYE, AYE CAPTIN!" Thor shouted in reply.
After taking the subway to the business district of the city, Diana and Clark stood outside a large skyscraper. At the very top sat a large globe, around which the words "Daily Planet" circled.
"Impressive," Diana commented.
"Yep. You ready?" Clark asked.
Diana nodded, her face set in a look of determination. They both walked forward, passing through the doors leading into the building. Past them was a large foyer, with a reception desk directly across from the door. Two hallways flanked the desk, leading to elevators. Clark and Diana quickly approached the desk, which was manned by a security guard.
"Hi, I'm Clark Kent and this is Diana Prince," Clark introduced them, "This is our first day and we were told to check in here."
The guard quickly flipped through his files before coming on theirs.
"Yep, here you are," he stated, "You and Ms. Prince should head up to the twelfth floor, and talk with Mr. Robinson."
"Alright, thank you," Clark said before he and Diana walked away and headed over to the elevators. After waiting a moment, they entered an elevator and Clark pushed the button for the twelfth floor.
"Hey!" a voice called from the hallway, "Hold that elevator!"
Reacting quickly, Clark put his hand between the elevator doors, a split second before they closed. Sensing the obstruction, the doors slowly reopened, revealing a woman standing on the other side of the doors. She had long, black hair that reached to her upper back, and hazel brown eyes. She wore a navy blue jacket over a white blouse and a matching blue skirt along with black high heeled shoes.
"Quick hands you got there, slick," she said with a smirk, "Thanks."
"Um, no problem," Clark replied, smiling and scratching the back of his head, a blush appearing on his face.
"Where you two headed?" the woman asked, turning to face the buttons.
"Twelfth floor," Diana responded, looking at Clark and raising a questioning eyebrow.
"Hey, that's where I'm headed. You two new here?" she asked, pushing the button.
"Um…" Clark started.
"Yes," Diana answered, confused by Clark's odd behavior.
"Well, I guess I'll be working with you. Name's Lois Lane, good to meet you," she introduced herself, holding out her hand to shake.
"Diana Prince," Diana introduced herself, shaking Lois' hand.
"And you are?" Lois asked, holding out her hand to Clark.
"I-I'm Clark Kent," he replied quickly, and awkwardly shaking her hand.
"Nice to meet you," she said with a bemused smile.
There was a soft ding and the elevator doors opened. The floor they were on was bustling with activity. Desks were laid out in order rows throughout the majority of the floor, with people sitting in them or moving about them. The ceiling was high and had tall windows along each of the walls. A few offices were walled off from the main area, reserved for important members of the paper.
"You should probably check in with Robbie Robinson, he'll know where to send you," Lois said, pointing out a middle aged, African American man standing watching one of the suspended televisions.
"I'll see you to later," she said, waving to them.
Clark and Diana waved back before Diana turned to him with an eyebrow raised.
"What?" Clark asked.
"You," Diana stated, pointing an accusing finger, "are attracted to her."
"What!" Clark almost yelped, flinching backwards, "I only just met her."
"Eros' arrows can pierce at any time," she stated simply, before turning and walking towards Robbie.
Clark stared at his feet and scratched the back of his head, before sighing and following suit.
"Mr. Robinson?" Clark asked as they reached the man.
"Can I help you?" he asked, turning to address them.
"I'm Clark Kent," Clark introduced himself.
"Ah! Clark Kent, our new reporter!" Robbie replied, shaking Clark's hand before turning to Diana, "You must be Diana Prince, our new secretary."
Diana nodded in reply.
"Good, I'll show you to around," he said as he started to lead them away, "And please, call me Robbie"
Walking around, Robbie showed Clark and Diana the various places and important things around the office. Eventually, he brought them to the largest office. The words "Perry White: Editor-in-Chief" were written on the door. Out front sat a young woman sat at her desk. She had short, light brown hair and brown eyes. She wore a light blue sweater vest over a white shirt and a brown skirt along with black, high heeled shoes.
"Good morning, Betty," Robbie greeted her.
"Good morning, Mr. Robinson," she replied cheerfully.
"Is Perry in?" Robbie asked.
"Mr. White just went in, I'll page him," Betty answered before pushing a button on her intercom, "Mr. White, Mr. Robinson is here to see you."
"Send him in," Perry said from over the intercom.
"Go on in," Betty said with a smile.
"Before I do that, I wanted to ask you something Betty," Robbie stated.
"What's that?" she questioned.
"This is Diana Prince, our new secretary. Would you mind showing her around?" he asked.
"Sure!" she replied happily, hopping to her feet and walking around her desk.
"It's good to meet you, Diana," she greeted, holding out her hand.
"Likewise," Diana replied with a smile, shaking Betty's hand.
"Come on, I'll show you around," Betty said, practically dragging Diana with her. Diana looked back at Clark, smiling and waving as she left. Clark grinned and waved back.
"Come on, Clark, I'll introduce you to the boss," Robbie said as he opened the door.
Beyond the door was a large spacious office. Some framed papers were hung on the walls. A large, wooded desk took up most of the room. Behind it sat a cushioned, rolling chair, pointing at the large window that took up the back of the office.
The chair slowly turned around, revealing an elderly man in the chair. He had blue eyes and receding white hair. He wore a blue suit with a red tie and a white undershirt.
"Good morning, Robbie," he greeted, before catching sight of Clark, "I take it this is Mr. Kent, our new reporter?"
"Yes, it's good to meet you, Mr. White," Clark said, stepping forward and offering him his hand.
"Please, call me Perry," he replied, shaking Clark's hand, "Well, I take it Robbie here has been showing you around?"
"Yes, he has sir. It's a nice place you have here," Clark replied.
"Glad you like it Kent. Your resume had good things to say about you, I'm hoping you'll live up to the hype."
"I'll do my best," Clark replied.
"That's the spirit," Perry replied with a smile.
"Perry!" a loud voice shouted from outside the office.
"Well it looks like you'll get to meet our other editor," Perry commented.
A second later, a middle-aged man rushed into the room. He had salt and pepper hair with brown eyes and a small mustache. He wore a white, button-up shirt with his sleeves rolled up. He also wore brown pants and brown shoes. Smoke trailed from the cigar he was chomping on.
"Perry, I got to talk to you about this Superman thing," he said as he ran up to Perry's desk, before he noticed the others in the room. He slowly turned to face Clark, sizing him up.
"Who the hell are you?" he asked.
"Um, Clark Kent, sir. The new reporter?" Clark responded nervously.
"Really?" he said before turning to Perry, "He doesn't look like much, Perry,"
"Give him a chance, Jonah," Perry replied before turning back to Clark, "Clark, meet J. Jonah Jameson, one of our editors."
"Good to meet you Mr. Jameson," Clark said, holding up his hand.
"Yeah, whatever," Jameson replied, waving his hand dismissively.
Perry frowned at Jonah before turning to Robbie.
"Robbie why don't you go show Clark where his desk is," Perry suggested.
Robbie nodded before ushering Clark out the door and closing it behind him.
"Mr. Jameson seems…interesting," Clark commented.
"JJ takes awhile to get used to," Robbie answered with a smirk.
Robbie led him through the maze of desks before coming to an empty one.
"Here you are Clark. Get yourself set up and we'll work on getting you your first assignment," Robbie explained.
"Thanks," Clark said, before Robbie left and Clark sat down at his desk.
"Well look who it is," a familiar voice said from behind him.
Turning around, he found Lois sitting at the desk behind him.
"Uh…hi," Clark replied nervously, "Lois right?"
"Yep," she answered with a smile, "You don't really strike me as a city person. Where are you from?"
"Smallville, Kansas," Clark replied.
"Smallville, eh?" she asked with a laugh, "Well, 'Smallville' seems to me that things are going to get more interesting around here."
"And this is where you'll be working," Betty said as she showed Diana an empty desk in front of an office.
"Thank you, Betty," Diana replied as she sat down at the desk and began looking through it. Opening one of the drawers, she found a name plate. Taking it out, she looked it over.
"Betty, who is Gail Simone?" she asked without looking up.
"She was the secretary before you. She had a…nervous breakdown," Betty replied, her voice sounding strangely far away.
"Nervous breakdown?" Diana questioned, looking up. Instead of Betty, she found J. Jonah Jameson looming over her. She didn't jump when she saw him, but her eyes did widen in surprise. Diana looked him over. Though she wasn't afraid of him, she did sense a disquieting feeling coming from him, like she already knew this wasn't a man she would like. Looking to her side, she saw Betty moving away, waving and mouthing "Sorry" before disappearing around a corner.
"You my new secretary?" he asked in a gruff voice.
"Yes," she replied, "You must be Mr. Jameson."
"That's what they call me," he answered, "You got a name?"
"Well, Ms. Prince, since you're here, we might as well have you start earning your keep," he said before walking into his office. A second later he returned with a literal tower of paper.
"Since Ms. Simone lost her marbles, this has been piling up," he explained as he plopped it down on her desk, "I expect it to be done by this evening."
He then turned and walked into his office, slamming the door behind him. The vibrations caused her desk to shake, causing the paper tower to teeter over the edge and collapse onto the floor, sending the papers flying.
The door to the office opened and Jonah stuck his head out.
"Also, get me some coffee, Ms. Prince. Black. And clean this mess up! We're not paying you to sit around and clean your nails!" he shouted before slamming the door shut again.
Diana turned and sunk into the chair.
"Hera help me," she sighed.
Thor was walking down the street in his Donald Blake disguise, dressed in jeans, a black t-shirt and a brown jacket while eating a chili dog. He was trying to think of what to do about his work situation. As he walked, a sound caught his attention. Across the street, he saw a group of men working on a damaged building.
A large fence ran around the building. On the fence was a sign reading "Workers Greatly Wanted! Walk-ins Welcome." Thor raised an eyebrow before shoving the rest of the chili dog in his mouth and walking across the street towards the construction sight.
A/N: Sorry for the delay guys. Computer problems and Thanksgiving slowed down progress. Chapters should be coming at a more regular rate from now on. Anyway, this chapter was pretty fun to write. I decided to make Perry the chief over Jonah, mostly because I like Perry better. Still, I realized that JJ still needed to be in a position of power, so I hope you guys liked what I did. Please Review! Later, True Believers!