Y/N and Lois arrived at building, the lingering sweetness of the donuts still on their minds. Just as they approach the door, they see Clark Kent, a familiar face and a friend, standing there with a warm smile.

Lois knew Clark from Lana Lang. Clark saw them and greeted them with genuine enthusiasm. Today marked his first day as an intern, and he was eager to embark on this new chapter. As Y/N and Lois approached, Clark held the door open, a gesture of kindness that reflects his gentle and considerate nature.

"Hey, you two! Good morning," Clark greets them warmly, his eyes lighting up. "Ready for the day?"

Y/N and Lois exchange glances, returning Clark's smile. "Good morning, Clark," Lois replies, her voice filled with cheer. "We're as ready as ever. How about you? Excited for your first day as an intern?"

Clark nods, his excitement palpable. "Absolutely! It's a great opportunity, and I'm grateful for the chance to learn and grow."

Y/N nods, understanding the mixture of excitement and anticipation that Clark must be feeling. "I have no doubt you'll excel, Clark. You've got a natural talent for journalism and a heart for storytelling," they affirm, their voice filled with encouragement.

As they step inside the building together, the camaraderie between Y/N, Lois, and Clark is undeniable.

With Clark holding the door open, Y/N and Lois walked through.

Soon, as Lois and Y/N step out of the donut shop, their hands clasped together, they find themselves in the hustle and bustle of the city streets. The aroma of freshly baked treats lingers in the air, and the excitement of the freshly received donuts filled Y/N's heart. He'd gotten a pink donut, a cream filled donut, a blue donut, and a red one.

Y/N, stepped onto the street, but out of nowhere, a garbage truck driven by Leslie Willis, who seemed to be in a reckless state of mind, shot forward.

Just as Y/N's foot touches the pavement, Lois's instincts kick in. She immediately senses the impending danger and pulls Y/N back with all her strength, narrowly saving them from a collision with the oncoming truck.

Time seems to stand still as Y/N's heart races with adrenaline and relief. Their gaze locks with Lois's, their eyes wide with a mixture of shock and gratitude. They realize how close they came to disaster and are overwhelmed by the protective instinct and love Lois has shown them in that split second.

As the garbage truck speeds past them, the blaring horn fading into the distance, Lois holds Y/N tightly, their hearts pounding in unison. "Oh my god, are you okay? That truck just appeared out of nowhere!" she breathes, her voice filled with worry.

Y/N's voice trembles slightly as they reply, "I...I am now. Thank you, Lois. You saved me."

Lois squeezes them even tighter, her own voice filled with emotion. "Hey, that's what girlfriends are for. I'm just curious to know what's the drivers rush."

- - -

Meanwhile. In a warehouse in Metropolis.

As Leslie Willis storms into the warehouse, frustration radiates from her every movement. Her face contorted with anger, she pushes past Basil Karlo and Eduardo Dorrance, her gang members who stand in her path.

Basil and Eduardo exchange concerned glances, taken aback by Leslie's display of aggression. They know better than to interfere when she's in such a volatile state.

"Hey, Leslie, what's going on?" Basil calls out tentatively, his voice laced with caution.

Leslie whirls around, her eyes blazing with fury. "That slimy buyer never showed up! We were supposed to make a fortune with that tech, and now everything's falling apart!" she snaps, her voice filled with venom.

Eduardo steps forward, attempting to diffuse the tension. "Leslie, calm down. We can figure this out. Maybe there's a way to salvage the situation," he suggests, his voice steady and soothing.

But Leslie's anger refuses to be quelled. She clenches her fists, her entire body trembling with frustration. "Salvage? There's no salvaging this mess!" she declares, her voice seething with determination.

Basil and Eduardo exchange worried glances, realizing the extent of Leslie's anger. They know all too well the lengths she's willing to go to in order to protect her reputation and recover what she believes is rightfully hers.

While her gang members attempt to reason with her, Leslie's mind races with thoughts of anger. She's driven by a desire to restore her lost pride and regain control over the situation. The fire within her intensifies, pushing her towards drastic measures.

As Leslie paces the warehouse, her steps fueled by a volatile mix of anger and determination, her gang members exchange concerned glances. They understand the storm that brews within her, the dangerous path she's set upon.

Leslie Willis walked up to Badger, her second in command, who was curiously inspecting a box of her gear. She shoves him away with a forceful motion, her frustration evident.

"Don't touch that," she snaps, her voice laced with irritation.

Badger steps back, a mixture of surprise and fear on his face. "What took you so long, Willis? The crew's been getting restless," he questions, his tone filled with impatience.

Leslie's eyes narrow as she recounts the series of unfortunate events. "Our fence, the one who was supposed to facilitate the sale, wasn't at the drop-off point. We have no buyer," she reveals, her voice tinged with exasperation.

Badger's expression contorts into one of disbelief. "What the...?" he exclaims, his voice laced with shock.

Leslie's frustration deepens as she continues, "It gets worse. Every buyer, fixer, or fence we had lined up in Metropolis has just disappeared on us. We're stuck here."

Badger then told her "Leslie, we can't just sit in a warehouse full of freaky stolen science weapons till the cops show up. We don't even know what half this stuff is. And that large what's it, collider thingy."

Before he could continue, Leslie stopped him from talking and asked "Why don't we panic real loud in front of the thieves and killers we hired for this job?" She looked behind her to make sure nobody is paying attention and told him "What we need to do is keep moving. I'm going to talk to Nigma." She said as she turned and walked away. She walked into another part of the building.

The door creaked open, revealing a room immersed in mystery and intellect. The walls are adorned with intricate puzzles, enigmatic symbols, and mathematical equations scrawled in vibrant hues. The space exudes a sense of controlled chaos, a testament to the enigmatic mind that inhabits it.

At the center of the room stands the Collider, a large and imposing machine, its intricate design a testament to scientific ingenuity. Wires and cables interweave with precision, connecting various components together. A soft hum resonates through the air, hinting at the dormant power within.

The Collider itself is a marvel to behold. Towering, metallic structures form a lattice of interconnecting beams, pulsing with potential energy. Lights flicker sporadically, casting an ethereal glow upon the room, adding to the air of mystery.

Surrounding the Collider are an array of workbenches and shelves, cluttered with scientific instruments, holographic displays, and stacks of notes. Schematics and blueprints cover every available surface, showcasing the intricate complexity of the machine's design.

A grand desk takes center stage, strewn with scattered puzzle pieces and enigmatic objects. It serves as the focal point of the room, displaying the mind of the Riddler himself. Behind the desk, an enormous whiteboard boasts an array of riddles and equations, further illustrating the intricate workings of Edward's mind.

Light filters through a nearby window, casting long shadows upon the room, as if hinting at the secrets that lie within. The atmosphere is both captivating and unnerving, filled with an aura of intellectual prowess and a touch of danger.

As Leslie stepped further into the room, her eyes take in the Collider, its imposing presence seemingly pulsating with untapped potential. They are aware that within this space lies the key to their salvation, but also the potential for unforeseen consequences.

She approached Edward Nigma, a brilliant and enigmatic figure. Edward, also known in the criminal underworld as the Riddler, was known for his love of riddles and puzzles.

As Leslie advanced toward Edward, her arrogance and violent aura apparent, he maintained his calm demeanor, a faint smile playing on his lips. He couldn't resist the opportunity to engage in his favorite pastime.

"Ah, Leslie, what brings you to my humble abode?" Edward greeted her, his voice dripping with intrigue. "Care to solve a riddle, perhaps?"

Leslie, unimpressed by Edward's theatrics, rolled her eyes. "Cut the theatrics, Riddler. I'm here about the machine I stole. What's the deal with it?" she demanded, her voice laced with impatience.

Edward's grin widened as he studied Leslie's temperament. He understood the need to be cautious, for Leslie was not one to tolerate wasting her time.

"Ah, the machine you seek," Edward began, his tone measured and cryptic. "It is a marvelous device, my dear, capable of granting the gift of teleportation. A gateway to endless possibilities."

Leslie's interest piqued as she leaned in closer, her eyes narrowing. "So, it works then? Can it really transport us anywhere?"

Edward's expression shifted slightly, a trace of hesitation creeping in. He knew he needed to tread carefully. "Well, my dear Leslie, I must confess that the machine you possess is not yet fully complete. It lacks the necessary components to function as intended," he explained cautiously.

Leslie's temper flared, her frustration boiling to the surface. She clenched her fists, her voice laced with anger. "You mean to tell me I risked my neck for a worthless piece of junk?"

Edward held up a hand, attempting to calm the volatile situation. "No, no, my dear Leslie, it is not entirely worthless. With the proper modifications, it could become a truly remarkable invention. But as it stands, its teleportation capabilities remain elusive."

Leslie's anger subsided slightly, replaced by a begrudging curiosity. "Modifications? Can you make it work?" she asked, her voice cautious but tinged with a glimmer of hope.

Edward's eyes gleamed with mischief as he answered, "Perhaps, my dear. But such a feat will require time, resources, and, of course, my expertise. It won't be an easy task, but with the right collaboration, I might just achieve the impossible."

Leslie regarded Edward with a mix of skepticism and intrigue. Although she was initially disappointed, the possibility of realizing the machine's true potential intrigued her. She decided to entertain the idea of collaboration, albeit with a healthy dose of caution.

As Leslie storms off, the air in the warehouse shifts. Badger, lurking in the shadows, approached Edward with a quizzical expression etched across his face. He can't help but be intrigued by Edward's peculiar behavior.

"Hey, Riddler," Badger grumbles, his tone filled with curiosity. "Why do you always talk in riddles to Leslie? What's the point?"

Edward turns his attention to Badger, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and longing. He takes a moment to consider his response, knowing that Badger might not fully understand the depths of his motivations.

"It's the only joy I get out of the day," Edward replies, his voice carrying a hint of wistfulness.

Badger raises an eyebrow, clearly perplexed by Edward's answer. "Joy? What do you mean?"

Edward leans against a nearby crate, his gaze fixated on the distance as memories flicker in his mind. "Leslie... she possesses a fierce and unyielding spirit. She challenges me, pushes me to think and engage my intellect. In those moments, when I pose riddles to her, I feel alive, truly alive," he explains, his voice tinged with a mix of nostalgia and longing.

Badger scratches his head, struggling to comprehend the depth of Edward's sentiment. "But she's a criminal, Riddler. Why would you find joy in her presence?"

Edward's smile widens, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "Ah, my dear Badger, you see, life is a puzzle. And in Leslie, I find a worthy opponent, someone who sparks the fire within me. It is in those fleeting moments of riddles and challenges that I find a respite from the monotony of the mundane. It brings me joy, even in the midst of chaos."

Badger takes a step back, beginning to grasp the unique perspective that fuels Edward's unconventional interactions. He realized that the Riddler found solace and exhilaration in the intricate dance of intellect and mischief, even amidst the criminal underbelly they inhabit.

- - -

Lois bursts into Mr. White's office, her excitement palpable as she announces her groundbreaking scoop. Y/N close behind her. "Stolen military robots are being hidden here in Metropolis, and I've got the scoop!"

Startled, Mr. White spills coffee on himself, his annoyance evident. He musters a single word in a barley audible voice "Lane," before Lois continues her rapid-fire explanation.

"Mt Simonson Base is the inventory warehouse for experimental military projects. And a day ago, they got robbed" She begins and uses a table to display a holographic video on the it. "Which means thieves with dangerous war machines are loose in our city." Lois explains excited, mainly because she's really wanting to do a story on this.

"People need to know about this. So, ready for me to bust the story wide open?" She asks Mr White. She looked to Mr. White, eagerly awaiting his approval to pursue the story and expose the truth to the world.

However, Mr. White's annoyance was evident as he reminds Lois of her intern status. He clarifies that he called her and Y/N for a different purpose altogether, pointing to Clark and Jimmy, who are present in the room. Jimmy waves in greeting.

As Mr. White introduces Clark and Jimmy as the new interns, Lois can barely contain her excitement. She cuts in before he can finish, eager to enlist their help for the story she's been pursuing.

"They can help me with the story," Lois interjects, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

Jimmy, ever the curious photographer, chimes in with a theory that sends a ripple of intrigue through the room. "Have you considered that these robots might have come from beyond the stars?" he suggested.

Meanwhile, Y/N added a touch of dry humor to the conversation. "Well, our government is run by idiots, so that would make the most sense," he remarked with a smirk, his eyes meeting Lois's with an unspoken understanding.

"There's only so many places to hide them." Clark said.

"I've already got a lead." Lois quickly said.

"Really? How? Where?" Y/N asked in surprise.

However Lois, Jimmy, and Clark began saying various things to each other that it became hard to keep track of what all they were saying.

"I'm just gonna step out for a bit." Y/N said.