So, I've got superheroes on the brain. They've set up shop and refuse to leave.
As such, I decided to write just one example of a scene between Superman and Lois Lane that I feel would have established some character motivations for Supes and some backstory for Batman. This has been hastily written, and I by no means am claiming that I could write a better movie than what we got. This was just a fun mental exercise for myself that I thought I'd share. Let me know what you think!
The smell of cheap
chinese take out greeted Clark as he opened the front door.
delicious, Lo. Have you been cooking all
Lois rounded the
corner from the kitchen, shoving a cardboard container overflowing with chow
mein and kung pao chicken into his hands.
A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "If wanted a house wife, you should have
stayed in Kansas, Kansas."
Clark laughed. "There are only so many stories about
flat tractor tires and seasonal droughts a reporter can write."
"And only so
many people to save," Lois mused, sitting on their living room couch and
leaning over the notebook smattered coffee table, her own container of chinese
food in hand.
"You know me so
well," Clark teased, sitting at the small office desk tucked into the
corner of the room and opening his laptop.
The Daily Planet's homepage popped up, and Clarke scowled. Batman had killed another three alleged
criminals last night, and branded a fourth.
No due process. No court. No convictions. Just one man playing the role of judge, jury
and executioner. And people loved him.
He snapped the
headline?" Lois asked, looking up from her notes.
understand it, Lo. I saved the world,
and people hate me. This guys murders
people, and everyone treats him like a hero.
How does that make any sense?"
"You have to
think of it from their perspective. No
one knows Superman grew up in Kansas. As
far as the world is concerned, two aliens showed up and started a family fight
in our back yard. It doesn't matter that
the 'good alien' won, or that a lot more people would have died if you hadn't
been there. To them, no one would have
died if neither of you had come to Earth in the first place. Even now, they see you as an intruder, and
they're afraid that if you attracted one genocidal alien to our little planet,
you'll attract more. I know that none of
this is your fault, and you know that, but they don't. Can you really blame them for having their
Clark sighed, and
rested his head in his hands. He did
know that. He did understand. He also didn't accept it. This was his home. His only home. There had to be a way to convince people that
he would protect them, and cause them no harm.
"And the Batman?"
here ten years ago, Clark. I'm sure
you've heard stories, but things were bad.
Really bad. The mob had a death
grip on Gotham, and there were enough dirty cops and bribed officials that it
looked like things would never change.
People were scared. Business was
suffering on both sides of the harbor.
Metropolis and Gotham were dying, being choked out by the criminal
elements, and no one willing or able to stop it.
first burst onto the scene, it was such a relief. Here was this guy, this hero, who was risking
his life to expose the criminals and the corruption. He did the leg work, the detective work, to
build a case against murderers and rapists, and the bosses who propped them up,
and then he delivered them to the police publicly. He shone a light on the crimes and the
corruption at the same time.
changed. Internal Affairs cracked down
on the people accepting bribes, the criminal networks were fractured and
disorganized. The mob focused its
efforts on tracking down a phantom, loosening its grip on the throats of the
"It was kind of
impossible to hate Batman after all that."
happened?" Clark pressed.
know. No one does. One day a report got out that Batman had
broken some crook's arm while taking him down.
Fair enough. The guys had
probably been dangerous. The next time,
Batman had fractured someone's jaw. Same
thing. Easy to excuse. Easy to justify.
"The first body
he left behind was a convicted serial rapist.
No tears shed. People even
cheered. The bastard deserved to die. We had been conditioned to accept that Batman
did what was good and right and necessary.
By the time the time dead bodies and bat brands were the norm, we were
so complicit in Batman's crimes that it was easier to look the other way. It still is."
"Good Hero Gone
Bad; that should be my next article.
Maybe it's time to shake people out of their apathy and show them the
monster they've created."
"He's not a
monster, Clark. He's just lost his
dangerous, and he probably needs professional help."
"Do you want to
help him? Or do you want to take
people's minds off of Superman for a news cycle?"
"Both. Superman can't stop Batman from trampling
people's constitutional rights, because everyone is on Batman's side. Clark Kent can change that."
has to get Perry White's approval."
"I will. If I can dig up some old articles and
pinpoint when Batman first lost his path, then I can look at what was going on
in the criminal world at the time, and get inside Batman's head. A story on how Batman thinks and why he went
dark will be too tempting for Perry to pass up. Want to help me research?"
"Can't. Got an interview in twenty minutes. If I'm late, I'll lose my source for
"Give 'em hell,
do! Love you, Clark! Oh, and before I forget, I saw a video of
Superman rescuing a family from a flood on youtube today…"
"I know you're
trying to prove that you're helping people, but descending from the clouds like
a god is a bit much. At the very least, do it at normal speed."
Clark chuckled, and
ran a hand through his hair. "I
guess I did get a little carried away with the theatrics."
"Just be a good
man. That will be enough."