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schizoauthoressTitle: Disorderly Conduct
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: G
Spoilers: refers to a scene from the "Reign of the Supermen" arc (Text refers to "Superman", since Superboy was referring to himself as such at the time)
Warnings: AU
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daggerpen -- "Kon/Tana, cop AU. (IDEK…)"
Word Count: 498
Summary: This definitely never happened to the original Superman...
Word of the Day: incondite, adjective:
1. Ill-constructed; unpolished: incondite prose.
2. Crude; rough; unmannerly.
Note: Yes, there's a teeny cameo from a crossover cornerstone character. Why the hell not?
Disorderly Conduct
He was grateful to the Newsboy Legion for breaking him out of the Cadmus Project before those scientists could implant control codes in him (Superman had to be his own man, after all), but being so much younger than the original model Superman was kind of a drag. He had to assert his superness with that smirky redheaded photographer, and Lois Lane hadn’t looked too happy with him after that.
Even worse than that, she didn’t believe him when he claimed the name of Superman. Lois Lane was the reporter who had told of the original’s exploits most often, and she didn’t even know a clone of the real deal when she saw him! The young Superman shook his head, set Jimmy Olson back on his feet, and hovered toward the main door of the newsroom bullpen.
The door opened before he got there, and Superman dropped his feet to the floor when he got a good look at the woman who had just walked in. She was in a navy blue uniform that his implanted knowledge recognized as belonging to an officer of the Metropolis Police Department. Her dark brown eyes swept him up and down, lingering for a moment at the emblem on his chest before they lifted to meet his own (stunned) gaze.
“Superman?” She asked crisply.
He managed to recover somewhat at the sound of her voice, flashing her the same bright smile that seemed to get most women weak-kneed and swooning. “Finally,” he exclaimed happily, “someone recognizes me!”
“You’re under arrest,” the officer informed him. She was apparently immune to his charms (no fair!). The words surprised him so much that he didn’t even resist when she latched one ring of her handcuffs around his wrist and moved behind him, bending his cuffed arm and grabbing the other as well.
The radio at her left hip crackled a bit before a man’s voice came over it. “Moon, any trouble?” Superman heard her sigh softly as she pulled his wrists together behind his back and cuffed them together. He knew that he could snap the little chain without a problem, but his dignity was too deeply offended by this turn of events to do so right now.
She — Moon, apparently — spoke behind him, but not to him. “I’m fine. This isn’t the one with the visor, Munch.” Her hand was between his shoulders, pushing with gentle but relentless pressure to get him moving forward. “We’re coming down now.”
“Hey…”
“You have the right to remain silent…” she recited. Just like those cop shows from the pop culture info-packet he’d had downloaded. Just as she was supposed to.
Superman was not supposed to get arrested. But here he was, getting read his Miranda rights like any common criminal.
Superman was grateful for the dark sunglasses that hid his eyes from the curious looks they were getting as they walked toward the elevators.
‘This blows.’
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Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: G
Spoilers: refers to a scene from the "Reign of the Supermen" arc (Text refers to "Superman", since Superboy was referring to himself as such at the time)
Warnings: AU
Prompt/Fill: from
daggerpen -- "Kon/Tana, cop AU. (IDEK…)"Word Count: 498
Summary: This definitely never happened to the original Superman...
Word of the Day: incondite, adjective:
1. Ill-constructed; unpolished: incondite prose.
2. Crude; rough; unmannerly.
Note: Yes, there's a teeny cameo from a crossover cornerstone character. Why the hell not?
Disorderly Conduct
He was grateful to the Newsboy Legion for breaking him out of the Cadmus Project before those scientists could implant control codes in him (Superman had to be his own man, after all), but being so much younger than the original model Superman was kind of a drag. He had to assert his superness with that smirky redheaded photographer, and Lois Lane hadn’t looked too happy with him after that.
Even worse than that, she didn’t believe him when he claimed the name of Superman. Lois Lane was the reporter who had told of the original’s exploits most often, and she didn’t even know a clone of the real deal when she saw him! The young Superman shook his head, set Jimmy Olson back on his feet, and hovered toward the main door of the newsroom bullpen.
The door opened before he got there, and Superman dropped his feet to the floor when he got a good look at the woman who had just walked in. She was in a navy blue uniform that his implanted knowledge recognized as belonging to an officer of the Metropolis Police Department. Her dark brown eyes swept him up and down, lingering for a moment at the emblem on his chest before they lifted to meet his own (stunned) gaze.
“Superman?” She asked crisply.
He managed to recover somewhat at the sound of her voice, flashing her the same bright smile that seemed to get most women weak-kneed and swooning. “Finally,” he exclaimed happily, “someone recognizes me!”
“You’re under arrest,” the officer informed him. She was apparently immune to his charms (no fair!). The words surprised him so much that he didn’t even resist when she latched one ring of her handcuffs around his wrist and moved behind him, bending his cuffed arm and grabbing the other as well.
The radio at her left hip crackled a bit before a man’s voice came over it. “Moon, any trouble?” Superman heard her sigh softly as she pulled his wrists together behind his back and cuffed them together. He knew that he could snap the little chain without a problem, but his dignity was too deeply offended by this turn of events to do so right now.
She — Moon, apparently — spoke behind him, but not to him. “I’m fine. This isn’t the one with the visor, Munch.” Her hand was between his shoulders, pushing with gentle but relentless pressure to get him moving forward. “We’re coming down now.”
“Hey…”
“You have the right to remain silent…” she recited. Just like those cop shows from the pop culture info-packet he’d had downloaded. Just as she was supposed to.
Superman was not supposed to get arrested. But here he was, getting read his Miranda rights like any common criminal.
Superman was grateful for the dark sunglasses that hid his eyes from the curious looks they were getting as they walked toward the elevators.
‘This blows.’
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