In the past, Jonathan and Martha dig up a mysterious metallic platform hidden beneath their lawn in front of a young Clark. According to Jonathan and Martha, Clark came from the sky, and the platform emits a hologram of a man who stars speaking in a strange language that Clark doesn't understand. As the platform begins to open the ground beneath it, Martha loses her balance and almost falls into a pit, until Clark saves her. The platform shuts down and a scared Clark uses a shovel to bury it again. Clark doesn't want to see the platform again and his parents accept his decision.

- - -
Now

In the aftermath of the intense events at the docks, Leslie Willis approached Edward Nigma, the Riddler, seeking answers about what had transpired and how Y/N could have absorbed the collider's energy.

"Riddler, what in the world just happened? That explosion, that white energy... How did Y/N manage to survive it?" Leslie demanded, her voice a mix of bewilderment and frustration.

Edward, still processing the events himself, took a moment to gather his thoughts before responding. "It seems the collider's activation reached a critical point, causing a massive release of energy. Somehow, Y/N was at the epicenter of that explosion, and they absorbed the energy," he explains, his voice tinged with curiosity.

Leslie furrows her brow, trying to make sense of the information. "Absorbed? What do you mean, absorbed? Are you saying they're some kind of walking cosmic portal now?" she questions, her skepticism evident.

Edward nods thoughtfully. "In a way, yes. It appears that the energy of the collider has become intertwined with Y/N's own being. They are now connected to time on a fundamental level," he elaborates, trying to articulate the complexity of the situation.

Leslie crosses her arms, her mind racing with possibilities. "So, what does this mean for him? Can he control this power? And more importantly, can we use it to our advantage?" she inquires, her ambitious nature shining through.

Edward ponders her questions, recognizing the potential implications of Y/N's newfound abilities. "Woher soll ich das wissen. Ah. It's difficult to say at this point. The extent of their control remains uncertain. As for using it to our advantage, we must tread carefully," he cautions, aware of the delicate balance they now face.

Leslie's eyes narrow, her mind already scheming. "We'll need to monitor them closely. If Y/N can harness this power, it could give us an advantage," she says, her voice filled with determination.

"Forgive me for intruding, but why do you want to use them to advantage?" Edward asked her out of curiosity.

"Let's just say because of flyboy, I got a target on my back. So do you and the others." Leslie said in frustration as she rubbed her eyes.

"Bon Dieu." Edward mumbled under his breath.

As Leslie Willis surveyed the warehouse, her eyes fell upon the remaining members of her gang who have stayed loyal despite the recent setbacks. Each member possesses their unique set of skills and traits that have contributed to their status within the criminal underworld.

Basil Karlo, possessed shape-shifting technology, making him a formidable opponent in close-quarters combat. He can morph his body into any form, granting him a distinct advantage in various situations.

David Hyde, also known as Black Manta, is a skilled and ruthless mercenary with a vast arsenal of high-tech weapons and underwater equipment. His expertise in underwater combat and his relentless nature make him a dangerous adversary.

August Heart, had gear that gave him powers akin to those of speedster. He can move at incredible speeds, making him virtually unstoppable in his pursuit of targets or evading capture.

Eduardo Dorrance, or Bane, was a hulking and highly skilled fighter, enhanced by the venomous serum that enhances his strength and endurance. He is a formidable force in hand-to-hand combat.

Lastly, there is Edward Nigma, the Riddler, whose genius intellect and penchant for complex puzzles make him a valuable asset to Leslie's operations. Though not as physically imposing as some of the others, his mind is a potent weapon in its own right.

As Leslie approached them, the atmosphere was tense, yet an air of camaraderie remains. They have faced hardships together, and despite the recent setbacks, their loyalty endured.

Leslie addresses them, her voice laced with authority. "We've hit a rough patch, but we're not done yet," she declares, her eyes flickering with intensity. "Right now, it looks like Y/N's absorbed the colliders powers. I have no idea what this is going to do to him, all I know is that he's got something going on now."

Edward Nigma, intrigued by the possibilities of Y/N's powers, added his insight, "Indeed, it would be wise to keep an eye on Y/N. They could be a valuable asset or a formidable threat."

David couldn't help but notice the enigmatic criminal's peculiar accent. His curiosity gets the better of him, and he decided to finally ask about it.

"Hey, Riddler," David begins, his tone inquisitive. "I've been wondering for a while now, what's up with your accent? I can't quite place it. Is it French or German?"

Edward smirked, amused by the question. "Ah, the mystery of the accent," he says cryptically. "Well, my dear Black Manta, the truth is, it's a bit of both."

David raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Both? How's that possible?" he asks, his curiosity piqued.

Edward leaned in, as if sharing a well-guarded secret. "My father was a German game show host, and my mother was a French hooker," he reveals matter-of-factly.

David blinked in surprise, not expecting such an unconventional response. "Seriously? That's quite a combination," he remarks, unsure whether Edward is pulling his leg or being sincere.

Edward chuckled, enjoying the intrigue his origins elicit. "Yes, quite the pairing indeed," he says with a playful twinkle in his eye. "I suppose my accent is a result of growing up in a rather unique environment. I lived in France for twelve years, and in Germany for thirteen years. Before I  decided to move to the golden land of opportunity. Unfortunately I ended up in America instead,"

David can't help but grin, appreciating the Riddler's sense of humor. "Well, you certainly have a way of keeping things interesting," he comments, acknowledging the Riddler's penchant for puzzles and enigmatic behavior.

- - -
"No spots." Y/N said in relief as he looked at himself in the restroom mirror. So far, no new spots. He walked out of the bathroom. He held his stomach as he walked. He hadn't been feeling right all morning.

He coughed and walked. He looked and soon saw Clark and Jimmy. "Hey you two. Your here too?" Y/N asked.

"Ya. Why are we here before work again?" Clark asked with a yawn.

"Lois said we needed to come in early for a big surprise." Y/N said as he then let out a violent cough. Jimmy and Clark looked at him in concern.

"More importantly, why are you here? You almost died yesterday and absorbed God knows what." Jimmy said to Y/N.

"I felt fine earlier, but now I feel like hell." Y/N said as he walked with them, but was then pulled into an office with them.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Not so hard." Y/N said as he clutched his stomach.

"Oh, sorry. But, tada! Say hello to our new office!" Lois said as she showed Y/N, Jimmy, and Clark their "office." Best way to describe it, it had seen better days.

"Okay, technically, it's the newspaper morgue." Lois said as she swept dusted paper off the table. She was then hit by steam.

"It's also the boiler room." Lois said as everyone was coughing. Then letters were shot at her, which she caught in a bucket.

"And sometimes mail gets sent here by mistake." Lois said. She chuckled, and stopped as a pipe burst. Lois quickly put the bucket under the flowing water.

"But it's the perfect place for us to work on our murder board." Lois said with confidence.

"Our what?" Clark asked in shock.

"Hon, did you ask Mr. White if we could be here?" Y/N asked in equal shock.

"She definitely did not." Jimmy said. "Show us the murder-board!" Jimmy asked. His shock turning into enthusiasm.

Lois wasted no time in pulling out the murder-board. It had various newspaper clippings and pictures on it.

"I made it to help us track leads for our Superman investigation." Lois said as she pointed to the board. Jimmy walked over in fascination.

"Who is Superman? I'm thinking he's tied to the military." Lois theorized.

"Please, Lois, I know what Superman is." Jimmy said with confidence. Y/N looked up at him. Clark had a look of terror on his face.

Jimmy then placed a sticker on the board. "What? What is that? A bird? A plane?" Y/N asked as he looked at the sticker.

"No. I'm the bird. Flamebird." Jimmy said as he pulled out his phone. Jimmy had already opened up his own video stream, Flamebird, as a way to further their investigations.

"I'm not sure how that's gonna help, but you do you, dude." Y/N said as he was sitting down in a chair.

"We need our conclusion to be back by actual facts, Jimmy. Not whatever Firebird is." Lois said with what sounded like mild annoyance in her voice.

"Flamebird. It's my steam." Jimmy said.

"Good for AGH!" Y/N said as he felt another sharp pain. As the pain intensified, Y/N's face contorted, and he gripped the edge of his desk to steady himself. Lois, immediately noticed his distress and hurried over to his side.

"Y/N, are you okay?" she asked, worry etched on her face as she placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Clark, having overheard the exchange, joined them, his concern mirrored in his expression. "You don't look well. Maybe you should take a break," he suggested, his voice filled with genuine concern.

Jimmy, who had also come over to see what was happening, chimed in, "Yeah, Y/N, you should go home and rest. You don't have to tough it out here."

Y/N tried to speak but found it difficult to form words. The pain was intensifying, and he was feeling increasingly weak. He knew they were right; he shouldn't have come to work in this condition.

"I think... you're right," he managed to say, wincing as another wave of pain washed over him. "I'll go home."

Lois and Clark exchanged a concerned glance, and Clark immediately took charge, helping Y/N stand up. "Come on, let's get you home," he said gently, offering him support. Clark felt guilty about what happened to Y/N. He figured he owed him this and much much more.

"I'll make you an appointment for the doctors office. I'll also see if I can pick up any medicine later." Lois promised Y/N and kissed his cheek.

"I'll call a cab," Jimmy offered, as he was already working on it.

Lois nodded in agreement. "And I'll make sure you get home safely," she said to Y/N, her protective instincts kicking in.

In that moment, Y/N felt grateful for the support and care of his friends. Despite the pain, he knew he was in good hands. As the cab arrived, they helped him inside, and Lois assured him, "We'll take care of everything here at the office. Just focus on getting better. And I'll get you some medicine."

With those comforting words, the cab pulled away, taking Y/N home where he could finally rest and tend to his well-being. As he reclined in the backseat, he felt an immense sense of gratitude for his friends' compassion and support during a challenging moment.

- - -

Back home, Y/N stumbles and staggers, feeling increasingly unsteady, he makes his way through the apartment. The once familiar surroundings seem distant and blurred, and he clutches his stomach in discomfort. Suddenly, a wave of nausea overcomes him, and he rushes to the nearest restroom, where he collapses to his knees.

He feels an odd sensation in his body, and as he retches, he vomits an unusual white sludge. Confused and alarmed, Y/N wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, trying to make sense of what's happening. His mind races, and he mumbles to himself, "What's happening to me? What is this stuff?"

As he gathers his thoughts, he notices the white marks on his body, which were once subtle, now appear to be spreading and growing more pronounced. To his concern, he also notices small black spots beginning to emerge alongside the white markings.

"It's spreading... and I'm feeling worse by the minute," Y/N mumbles, his voice filled with worry and fear. He knows he needs answers, and he recalls the encounter with the collider and the explosion of white energy that entered his body.

In his distress, Y/N comes to a conclusion. "I need to find Leslie. She might know something about this. She's been dealing with the stolen tech from the collider," he says to himself, his thoughts fixating on the enigmatic criminal. He looked at the small spots on him.

Unable to resist his curiosity, he gently tries to remove one of the small black spots. To his surprise, as soon as he flicks it off his skin and to the wall, it morphed into a shimmering portal, hovering in the air before him.

He gasped in astonishment, taking a step back. "What... what is that?" He stammers, his eyes wide with wonder.

He reached out to touch the portal hesitantly. His fingers brush against the shimmering surface, feeling an inexplicable surge of energy.

He looked closer in the swirling back portal, before losing his footing and falling in. He felt a strange sensation as he passes through the otherworldly gateway.

- - -

"Ahh! Oh shit! Oh shit!" Y/N freaked out. As Y/N falls through the portal, he tumbled into Leslie's base with a loud crash. The unexpected arrival startles the villains present, and they quickly turn their attention towards the newcomer.

Black Manta, Clayface, Bane, and Godspeed exchange wary glances, their guard up as they assess the intruder. Leslie, looked at Y/N with a mix of surprise and concern, recognizing him as the person she met the other day, and was blown up in the collider.

"Who the hell are you?" Black Manta demands, his mechanical suit emanating a low hum of energy.

Y/N pushed himself up, a bit disoriented from the sudden fall. "I'm Y/N," he replied, trying to steady his voice despite the situation. "I didn't mean to crash in here. I came through my portal portals... accidentally."

Clayface, his form shifting with unease, eyes Y/N warily. "Accidentally, huh? You better not be messing with us," he warns, his voice a low growl.

Leslie steps forward, raising her hand to signal the others to stand down. "He's not our enemy," she says, her gaze fixed on Y/N. "Y/N, these are my... associates."

Bane steps forward, his imposing figure casting a shadow over Y/N. "You better have a good reason for being here," he grumbles, his muscles tensed.

Y/N takes a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "I didn't mean to intrude. I've been going through some... changes," he explains, glancing down at the black spots on his body, which continue to shimmer faintly.

Godspeed, sized up Y/N skeptically. "Changes, huh? Care to elaborate?" he asks, his impatience evident.

Leslie steps in again, wanting to diffuse the tension. "He absorbed some energy from a collider and gained unique abilities," she interjects, her tone even and authoritative.

Beneath his mask, Black Manta's eyes narrow, but he seems slightly intrigued. "And what kind of abilities are we talking about?" he questions, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"I can apparently open portals." Y/N admitted, still coming to terms with the extent of his newfound powers. "But I didn't mean to intrude here. I was just trying to figure out what's happening to me."

Clayface glances at Leslie, searching for confirmation in her eyes. "You trust him?" he asks her.

Leslie nods, her expression serious. "Yes, I do. He's not a threat."

Bane grumbles but steps back, seemingly accepting Leslie's judgment. "Fine, but you better not cause any trouble," he warns Y/N, crossing his arms.

Y/N nods, understanding the precarious situation he's found himself in. "I promise, I don't want any trouble. I just need some answers, and a cure." he replies.

"A cure?" Leslie asked as she raised an eyebrow, as Y/N threw up again.

"Okay? But why would you want that?" Leslie asked as she crossed her arms and gave him a skeptical look.

"Because I feel as sick as a dog. I don't wanna be a walking portal. I don't know what all this is going to do to me, but I don't wanna see." Y/N said trying to keep himself calm. Leslie looked at him as she was thinking. Seeking a cure would not be easy. The energy Y/N absorbed was unique, and finding a way to reverse its effects would be a challenge.

"Alright, I'll help you," she agrees. "But before we start, I need you to do something for me."

"Ok. What?" Y/N asked, not wasting a second in asking her.

"Come with me." She said walking to the door and grabbing his arm.

"Bane! I'll need you out on patrol! I'll contact you later!" Leslie said as she and Y/N left.

- - -

Meanwhile. Clark returns to the Kent farm and tells Martha about Lois, how he used his powers in front of her and, now, she calls him "Superman". Clark informs Martha that he is ready to learn about who he really is and where he comes from. He digs up the platform, which has grown larger since the last time he saw it, and activates it. The hologram of the strange man appears before Clark, but Clark is unable to understand what the hologram is talking about. The hologram manifests an image of a faraway planet devastated by war. Clark watches the man from the hologram take a child from his mother and place him into a spaceship moments before the planet explodes. Clark realizes he just watched his own past and, suddenly, he is enveloped by a mysterious blue light. As the light fades, Clark finds himself back at the Kent farm, wearing a blue suit with a red cape.

- - -
"Grab us some cash. I need some and I wanna see in person how your power works." Leslie said as she took Y/N to a small store. She'd given Y/N sunglasses, a fedora, and trench coat, so he wouldn't be recognized.

"But do we really need to steal cash?" Y/N asked in concern. Leslie did not answer him. She just looked at him in silence.

As Y/N and Leslie walked down the bustling streets of Metropolis, Leslie remained vigilant, her instincts on high alert. She kept Y/N close, subtly positioning herself between him and the rest of the crowd, as if shielding him from potential threats. Her sharp eyes scan their surroundings, searching for any signs of danger or surveillance.

Y/N sensed Leslie's tenseness and became more cautious as well. "Do you think we're being followed?" he whispered to her, trying not to draw attention to their conversation.

Leslie glanced back discreetly, her expression serious. "I can't be certain, but it wouldn't surprise me," she replied, her voice low. "The people I stole from aren't ones to take lightly."

Her words send a shiver down Y/N's spine, and he became acutely aware of the dangerous world he has stepped into.

"Should we be worried?" he asks, his voice tinged with concern.

Leslie looked at him reassuringly, her grip on his arm tightening ever so slightly. "We'll be fine. I won't let anything happen to you," she assures him, her determination evident. As they walked together, Leslie heard a couple laughing loudly behind her. She growled, and pulled Y/N with her. They walked into a store together.

"Scuse me, do you have an ATM Machine?" Leslie asked the owner.

"Yeah, a-- around corner in the back." He said as he was working in paperwork. Leslie took Y/N to the ATM, ready to see him in action. She crossed her arms and waited. Y/N gulped nervously and with uncertainty.

"Alright. Here I go. This should be simple enough. Just make a hole, grab the money..." Y/N said as he grabbed a hold and placed it on the ATM, he reached in and his hand appeared in the drink section.

"Oh, that's not right. Just give-- Ugh, gimme your money! Where are you, money, where are you? C'mere--!" Y/N said as he kept reaching in, but his hand kept popping out in various places. "This was so easier earlier." Y/N said as he let out a loud, violent cough.

"Yo! Everything OK back there, man?" The store owner asked in concern.

"Nothing! Nothing! Everything is-- Everything's cool, man! 'S all good! Just forgot my PIN Number!" Y/N said as he rubbed his mouth.

"Oh! I got something! Wait, this doesn't feel like money." Y/N said as he looked over. Turns out, he was grabbing Leslie's butt. The mercenary's face was a bright pink, and was was fighting the urge to hit him. Though she was kinda liking the feeling of him grabbing her butt.

"Just, grab, the money." She said through gritted teeth. Y/N let go and tried again. This time, he actually got the money.

"Got it. Ok. Now, I just gotta pull." Y/N said as he was pulling.

"Yo? What's going on back there?" The store owner asked, only to be knocked out by someone. With a loud crack and click, Y/N fell back with a large handful of money.

"Leslie, I got the money. That wasn't actually-" Y/N began.

"Watch out!" Leslie said as the couple from earlier started shooting at them.

"Ah! Oh shit!" Y/N freaked out and got up. The man charged at Leslie, and the woman chased Y/N and shot at him.

"AH! NO! Miss, please just let me rob the place! Whoa! There's no reason to bring guns into this! I've never robbed anyone before, please don't make this a bad experience for me!" Y/N said freaking out as the woman shot at him.

Y/N freaked out and unintentionally threw one of his spots at her. The woman fell in it, and fell on top of one of the aisles, causing it to fall over onto the man.

Leslie got out of the way before it did. "Ah! Oh crap!" Y/N said in shock.

"Wow. Not bad." Leslie said to Y/N as she approached the unconscious woman, and picked something out of her ear.

"I don't know who you are, but I'm sick of your goons. Manta had to deal with three yesterday. And don't let me get started on that flying freak of yours. So let's talk. City Bistro. Noon. Come alone or your tech is gone. But I'll be bringing a friend." Leslie said as she crashed whatever was in her hand.

She then made another call. "Manta, I got a job for you, Riddler, Godspeed, and Clayface. Tell Bane to hide out at City Bistro." Leslie said into her phone.

Y/N had run into the bathroom and was throwing up again. Hurriedly, Leslie began to search for something to help settle his stomach. Among the toppled shelves and broken merchandise, she spots a first aid kit on the counter and quickly grabs it.

In the bathroom, she found Y/N looking pale and sickly, still sick. She placed a hand gently on his back as she kneels beside him. "Hang in there, Y/N. We'll get you out of here," she says with a reassuring voice.

Opening the first aid kit, Leslie found some antacids and a bottle of water. She offered them to Y/N, encouraging him to take the antacids to help soothe his upset stomach. "Here, try these," she says, her voice gentle as she holds out the small pills.

Y/N manages to nod weakly, gratefully accepting the antacids and water. He swallows the pills, hoping they'll provide some relief from the distressing nausea.

As Leslie watches over him, her concern evident in her eyes, she gently rubs his back, offering him comfort and support. "Just take it easy, Y/N. We'll figure this out," she reassures him, her voice steady and calming.

Once he starts to feel a little better, Leslie helped him to his feet. "We need to leave this place. It's not safe," she says, guiding him out of the bathroom.

"Hey? How do you like City Bistro?" She asked him.

"It's not bad. Why?" He asked
- - -

Lois and Jimmy had gone to the salvage docks to find the ship Willis had stolen to escape from Metropolis. Although her ship had been wrecked, Lois and Jimmy find tracks leading to the sewers. They followed the tracks, thinking they can find Willis and her stolen equipment. As they explore the tunnel, they find that Clayface, and Godspeed has planted explosives beneath the streets.

- - -
"You know? I think you could use a nickname." Leslie said to Y/N as they walked.

"A nickname? Like a codename or something?" he asked, intrigued by the notion.

Leslie nodded, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Exactly. In this world, having a nickname can be more than just a disguise. It can be a statement, a symbol of who you are or what you represent," she explains.

Y/N contemplated the idea, recognizing the importance of having some separation between his true identity and his newfound abilities. "Alright, I can that working. What do you suggest? At least something I won't have to keep for long." he asked, curious to hear her proposal.

Leslie smirked, clearly having thought this through. "Considering your unique abilities, how about we call you 'The Spot'?" she suggests, her tone confident.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, amused but also appreciating the name's relevance to his powers. "The Spot? I like it," he agrees, a small smile forming on his lips. "It's fitting, considering the portals I can create."

Leslie grins, pleased with his response. "Good. 'The Spot' it is then," she confirms, solidifying his new identity.

They soon made it to the Bistro. Bane was sitting a few tables away. Leslie had him there in case things went south. Leslie looked over at the man she was expecting to meet.

"Marine. Im thinking Black Ops. You can always spot the military types." Leslie said as she and Y/N sat down.

"Oh, I know your history, Leslie Willis. The thief know as...who the heck is this guy?" The man asked as he looked at Y/N.

"I am, the *ack* *cough*. Sorry. I am, The Spot." Y/N said.

The man couldn't help but laugh. "Oh. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He said laughing.

"Let's skip to the only part I care about. I have something you want. You have something I want. Let's trade." Leslie offered in a arrogant and confident voice.

"What do you want?" The man asked.

"I want me and my team off your weird hit list, genius." She said.

"You really think you're the smartest person here, don't you?" The man said. "You have no idea what kind of technology you're dealing with." He said. Leslie leaned in close to him.

"Then I'd say it's a good thing I invited my friends, and had some of them plant explosives all over the city and i'm ready to blow this place sky high." Leslie said as she pulled out a detonator. Y/N felt his heart explode as he heard and saw this. The man's face fell, upon seeing the severity of the situation. This wasn't anything he was expecting.

"Bombs? You said nothing about bombs." Y/N said as he was mentally freaking out.

"What are you worried about, you can teleport us out." Leslie said to him.

"Go on." The man said calmly, trying to not provoke her to blowing up the city.

"I lifted 10 containers of your Tech with the robots." She began, but stopped as she heard the swear lid lift up and move. Y/N and Leslie looked and saw Lois and Jimmy exit the sewer.

"Them? I said come alone!" Leslie said as she kicked up the table.

"Ah! Oh shit! Oh s-forget it. I've wasted so much time saying that today." Y/N said as he fell back and adjusted his jacket to hide his face. Last thing he wanted was for Lois and Jimmy to see him out, with another woman, who was a villain.

He watched as Bane got up, turned on a device on his hand, and went from a skinny body, to WWE Superstar. He charged at the man, but the man managed to jump over him and kicked him in the back.

Leslie grabbed the detonator and was about to push it. But the man quickly knocked it out of her hands.

"Your right, I am black ops." The man said as his scared demeanor changed to confidence and he pulled out two electric staffs. Bane charged at him and landed a solid punch on him. He charged at him again, but the man jumped up and kicked him in the chin. Then punched him across the face.

"And your right. I am the smartest one here." Leslie said as she threw off her jacket to Y/N, and showed her gear, that was giving her powers. She fired a powerful blast at the man, and sent him flying.

Lois and Jimmy stood in the chaos. Lois looked and saw the detonator.

"I see the detonator. You start taking pictures. I'm going to stop the explosives from going off." Lois said as she ran to grab the detonator. As she ran, Y/N ran and grabbed it. Y/N had managed to find himself a face mask, and covered up a majority of his face. The sunglasses, face mask, hat, and trench coat made it hard to recognize him.

"Hey!" Lois said to him. Y/N said nothing and just ran from her. He wasn't sure why he grabbed the detonator. All he knew was he felt like he should hold onto it for safekeeping.

He ran and saw Bane fighting the Man. He then saw Leslie approaching a nervous Jimmy.

"Ah!" Y/N thought to himself. As he ran over, a wave of nausea hit him, and he fell to his knees. Just as Leslie was about to fire at Jimmy, the man charged at her.

"Leslie! Watch out!" Y/N said. Leslie looked and saw the man charging at her. She dodged and fired at him. She used her power to launch the man into the air. She then used her power to send a truck flying at the man, only for it to make its way to Lois and Jimmy.

"No!" Y/N said as he launched one of his spots in the air. The Spot opened up and the truck fell through. The truck appeared again in the sky and fell down, only to be caught by a flying man.

Superman sat the truck down and flew to Lois and Jimmy "Lo- Miss. Are you alright?" He asked.

"Yes. Do you have a comment for the Daily Planet?" Lois asked as she blushed slightly and looked at him. But before anyone could say anything else, Bane punched Superman.

"I'm not done with you yet! Fly boy!" Bane said as he punched the man of steel.

"That freak! Leave room for me, Bane! He made me lose my robots." Leslie said as she fired a blast at Superman.

"You ruined my operation! You put a target in my back! You turned Spot into a living portal!" Leslie said as she was used her power to life cars.

"Wait!" Y/N said to Leslie. "At least let me get my girlfriend and Jimmy out of here. They are not agents, they are just reporters." Y/N whispered as he looked at her.

"She's your what!" Leslie said in shock and jealousy.

"Let's finish this." Bane taunted Superman, cracking his knuckles.

Superman's gaze remained unwavering, and he spoke with a firm but calm voice. "I don't want to fight you, Bane. There's no need for violence," he said, hoping to reason with his adversary.

But Bane had no intention of backing down. He charged forward with incredible speed, his strength magnified by the venom coursing through his veins. He swung a powerful punch at Superman, who effortlessly evaded the blow with his superhuman reflexes.

The battle intensified, with each blow Bane delivered met with Superman's indomitable strength. They traded powerful strikes, each showcasing their respective might. Buildings crumbled around them as the ground shook with the force of their clashes.

Superman tried to reason with Bane again, "I don't want to hurt you, Bane. You can stop this. We can find another way," he implored.

But Bane's rage was consuming him, and he refused to listen. He lunged at Superman, attempting to overpower him with sheer force. The two adversaries grappled, their strength matched in an epic struggle.

Superman was knocked back and Bane charged at him. Superman then punched him in the stomach and knocked him back.

Leslie looked at the manhole. She was going to use her powers to blow up the city.

"Leslie, please, you don't have to do this," Y/N pleaded, his voice trembling with emotion. "I know you're scared, but blowing up the city won't solve anything. It will only make things worse."

Leslie's eyes flashed with anger and fear, her grip tightening on her hands. "You don't understand! I have to do this to get myself off that hit-list. I can't keep running forever," she retorted, her voice laced with desperation.

Y/N took a step closer, trying to appeal to the person they knew Leslie could be underneath the bravado and the criminal façade. "There's another way, Leslie. We can figure this out together." He implored, his heart racing as they saw Superman and Bane continuing their intense battle in the background.

Tears welled up in Leslie's eyes, and she looked torn. "I've made too many mistakes, Y/N. The world sees me as a criminal, and I am now being hunted down and I don't know what to do," she admitted, her voice cracking with vulnerability.

Y/N's heart ached for Leslie, understanding the weight of her past and the struggles she faced. "It's never too late to change, Leslie. You can start now," he said softly, reaching out a hand in a gesture of peace.

In the midst of their conversation, Y/N could see the immense power of Superman and Bane colliding in the distance. The devastation they were capable of was a stark reminder of the consequences of violence. They knew they couldn't let Leslie choose that path.

"Please, Leslie, don't do this. Let me help you. Let's find a way to make amends, to find redemption together," Y/N pleaded, their voice filled with earnestness.

Leslie's gaze wavered, torn between her anger and the genuine concern in Y/N's eyes. With tears streaming down her face, Leslie fell to her knees and cried. Y/N got down and hugged her. Bane was finally knocked down to the ground as Superman flew over.

"Well, guess you got this handled. Mr." Superman said. Just then, the man ran past Leslie and stabbed something into her suit.

"No!" Y/N and Superman said in shock and horror. As the situation escalated, Y/N watched in horror as the damaged harness on Leslie, now surrounded by a dangerous electric field, threatened to unleash untold devastation on the city. In the midst of chaos and destruction, Superman and Y/N knew they had to act quickly to prevent further catastrophe.

Superman, with his superhuman speed and strength, tried to approach Leslie to stop the chain reaction. However, the electric field surrounding her was too powerful, pushing him back with its force. "It's too dangerous! I can't get close to her," Superman called out, frustration evident in his voice.

Determined to save Leslie, Y/N knew they had to use their newfound abilities as the Spot to get close to her. They concentrated, summoning one of their spots and transporting themselves directly beside Leslie, within the electrified field.

"Leslie, listen to me! You don't have to do this. We can find another way, but you have to trust me," Y/N urged, their voice filled with urgency and compassion.

Leslie's eyes widened with surprise and fear as Y/N appeared beside her. The electric field crackled and surged, threatening to overwhelm them both. "Y/N, get out of here! It's too dangerous!" she pleaded, her voice desperate.

But Y/N wouldn't abandon her, not when there was still a chance to save her. They reached out to touch her back and ripped out the power source.

With Leslie safely cradled in his arms, Y/N summoned his last remaining Spot to transport them away from the scene of destruction.

Carefully laying Leslie down on the ground, Y/N checked her pulse and assessed her condition. She was unconscious, her body visibly exhausted from the strain of the electric field she had been trapped in. Y/N knew they had to act quickly to get her medical attention. He took her to his apartment.

Carrying Leslie carefully, Y/N gently laid her down on the couch. Exhausted and weakened from using his spot abilities, and sickness, he struggled to maintain his own stability. Despite feeling unwell, they knew they had to focus on helping Leslie first.

With a deep breath, Y/N assessed Leslie's condition. He gently examined her, taking note of any injuries or signs of distress. As he worked, their concern for her grew, but they pushed he own discomfort aside, determined to give her the care she needed. Despite the fact this felt like a pain in the ass.

Drawing on his experience from caring for a sick Lois, and advice from his sister-in-law, Y/N gathered supplies and began treating Leslie's injuries. He cleaned her wounds and applied bandages with a delicate touch, careful not to cause her any further discomfort. Throughout the process, Y/N's mind was racing with worry, but they knew they had to remain strong for both of them.

As he tended to Leslie, Y/N couldn't help but notice the vulnerability she displayed, even in her unconscious state. They realized that underneath the tough exterior, she was just as human as anyone else, carrying her own fears and burdens.

Despite their own sickness and exhaustion, Y/N continued to care for Leslie, ensuring she was comfortable and safe. They fetched water and a blanket, covering her gently as she rested.

As the hour passed, Y/N's energy waned, and he finally allowed himself to sit beside Leslie, leaning against the armrest of the couch. He couldn't help but feel a deep sense of responsibility for her well-being, and they vowed to be there for her in her journey toward redemption.

As the hour wore on, Y/N felt their own symptoms worsen, the fever and fatigue taking a toll on their body. But even in their weakened state, they couldn't bring themselves to leave Leslie's side.

When Leslie finally stirred, her eyes opening to meet Y/N's worried gaze, they offered her a small smile. "You're going to be okay," Y/N reassured her softly. He immediately got up, ran to the bathroom and threw up.

Y/N stumbled to the bathroom, feeling their body shiver with fatigue and sickness. They leaned over the toilet, their breaths shaky, and their stomach churned with nausea. It seemed that the intense exertion of the day, along with their lingering illness, had taken its toll.

Leslie followed, her concern evident as she saw Y/N's condition. "Hey, take it easy," she said gently, kneeling beside them. "Here, drink this," she offered, handing Y/N a glass of water to settle their stomach.

Grateful for Leslie's care, Y/N sipped the water slowly, feeling its soothing effect. "Thank you," they managed to say, their voice still weak from the ordeal.

Leslie sat beside them, her eyes softening with gratitude. "You saved me back there," she said sincerely. "Thank you."

Y/N managed a small smile, despite his fatigue. "Your welcome." He said. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his thoughts. "I left Bane behind," he said, his voice tinged with worry. "He's still out there."

Leslie placed a reassuring hand on Y/N's shoulder. "Bane is a survivalist," she reassured him. "He can handle himself. Besides, you saved me. At least." She said to him.

Soon. She got ready to leave. Before she did, she collected some of Y/N's blood and saliva.

"I still owe you that cure." Leslie said earnestly. "I've collected some of your DNA. I'm going to take it to Edward, the Riddler. He's brilliant, and he might be able to find a cure for whatever's been affecting you."

She walked to the door with Y/N. "Oh, before I go." She said. She grabbed Y/N and kissed him deeply and passionately. Y/N blushed brightly as she kissed him, and left.

- - -
Earlier

After Bane was defeated and vanished, Superman fixed the collateral damage caused by the battle.

Lois sighed in frustration, realizing that she had completely forgotten about getting Y/N's medicine in the midst of all the chaos and excitement. She glanced at Jimmy, and then back at the closed pharmacy.

"Great, just great," she muttered to herself, feeling guilty for neglecting Y/N's needs. "I promised I'd get his medicine, and now the pharmacy is closed."

Jimmy looked up from his camera, noticing Lois's troubled expression. "What's wrong, Lois?" he asked, concerned.

"I was supposed to get Y/N's medicine, but I got caught up in the chaos. Now the pharmacy is closed, and he's probably still sick at home," Lois explained, her worry evident in her voice.

Just then, Superman landed gracefully beside them, having finished fixing the area. "Is there something you need, Lois?" he inquired, his blue eyes filled with compassion.

Lois hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Actually, yes," she said, mustering her courage. "Y/N is sick, and I promised I'd get his medicine, but I forgot, and now the pharmacy is closed."

Superman smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, Lois. I'll take care of it," he said kindly.

Before Lois could respond, Superman disappeared in a blur, soaring through the skies towards another pharmacy. Within moments, he returned, holding the necessary medicine for Y/N in his hands.

"Here you go," Superman said, offering the medicine to Lois. "I made sure to get the right one."

Lois was amazed and grateful for Superman's quick response. "Thank you so much, Superman," she said, her appreciation evident in her voice.

Superman nodded, his cape billowing in the wind. "It's no problem. I'm always here to help," he replied.

With Y/N's medicine in hand, Lois felt a sense of relief. "Thank you again, Superman. You're a real lifesaver," she said, a playful glint in her eyes.

Superman chuckled. "Just doing my part," he said, before bidding them farewell and soaring back into the sky.

- - -

As Lois returned to the apartment, Jimmy presented their story to Perry, who agreed to run their story.

Y/N laid in bed, exhausted after everything they did today.

As Lois entered the apartment, she found Y/N sitting on the couch, looking a bit tired but relieved to see her. He had a warm smile on his face as he saw her walk through the door.

"Hey, Lois, you're back," Y/N said, his voice slightly hoarse from being sick.

Lois returned the smile, holding up the bag of medicine she had just gotten from Superman's timely assistance. "I'm back, and I come bearing gifts," she said playfully, walking over to the couch.

Y/N looked at the bag with curiosity. "What's that?" he asked, his eyes narrowing inquisitively.

"It's your medicine," Lois replied, pulling out the medication from the bag. "Superman helped me get it when I realized the pharmacy was closed."

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise and gratitude. "Superman got it for me? That's amazing," he said, touched by the hero's kindness.

Lois nodded, sitting down beside him on the couch. "He really is amazing," she agreed. "But you know what's even more amazing? You, Y/N." Lois said and kissed his cheek and hugged him.

"Teddy bear. My teddy." Lois said to Y/N abs kissed his cheek. Her phone rang as she got a call from Jimmy.

"Yes? What?!" Lois said. Jimmy had a copy for tomorrow's newspaper. Unfortunately, Perry has attributed to their story to a completely different group of reporters, much to Lois' outrage.
- - -
"Ugh...what? What's this?" Bane asked as he looked around and noticed he was on a room and strapped to a table.

"Eduardo Dorrance. We found your gang's explosives. Your bosses plan failed. Now, your gonna tell us everything." A man behind glass said. Bane just laughed.

"The explosives were a last resort. While you wasted time on them, me, my boss, and what's his name, the rest of my group carted them to every low level criminal in Metropolis." Bane said with a smirk.

"We'll get it back. Nemesis Omega. Zero Day. Task Force X. Tell us what you know." The man said. Bane raised an eyebrow.

"I'm sorry, am I supposed to know what any of that is supposed to mean?" Bane asked. He screamed as a shock collar on his neck activated. He screamed in pain and shut his eyes tightly.

"Zero Day. Tell us what you know." The man asked again.

"I don't know what your talking about!" Bane snapped at them. He screamed as the shock collar activated again. He fell to the floor as the restraints burned off.

"The flying man. The guy with spot powers? You know, the one who absorbed all the cultivators energy and managed to live to tell the tale." The man asked casually.

"Who the hell are you people!" Bane asked. On the other side of the glass was The General, Slade Wilson, Amanda Waller, Christopher "Chris" Smith, Floyd Lawton, Robert DuBois, and Benjamin "Ben" Turner.

"That's easy, Dorrance. We're the good guys."

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Leslie's gang (The Secret Six)

Livewire

Clayface

Riddler

Bane (Missing)

Godspeed

Black Manta

Y/N/The Spot