<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Gm Post For Everyone</span></div><br/><br/>He was lost, lost in a sea of black as control of his body was given to a far darker side of him. Clark Kent, the very man the world knew as Superman was for the first time in his life NOT in control of himself. This was a problem, for so many reasons stemming personal and emotional. Being in control was something that Clark Kent spent his entire life mastering. With the kind of strength that could level whole sky scrapers something simple as a handshake took an Olympic level of control. CONTROL, control was what allowed Clark Kent to be something other than Superman.<br/><br/>Now it was lost…<br/><br/>He never much liked Gotham City, like many people in Metropolis he thought the city was ugly and unsightly. The “dark” side of their coin? Bah! More like the ugly brother that they were forced to deal with. Pretty as the Gothic features were they were covered in a layer of dirt and grime that showed just how much the city officials didn’t care. Then there was the crime, crime that again no one seemed to bother trying to clean.<br/><br/>Except for Bruce, course that was another problem wasn’t it? He was trying to turn over a new leaf but Clark knew his history now. The broken bones and bodies he indirectly caused. There was no denying that the way he approached crime and the way Clark approached crime were two entirely different ideologies and methods. Still one of the terms of their new “friendship” was that neither of them brought that up or tried to interfere in how the other operated. Matter of fact Clark’s plans were to give Gotham City a wide berth….<br/><br/>At least they had been up until now, now he as he tore through the downtown district he could only HOPE that people were getting the hell out of his way. This… amulet infused with red kryptonite was only making him destructive not murderous. Whoever was pulling the strings on this event wanted the rest of the world to fear him instead of wanting to kill him. Everything was a clue, the investigative mind of his taking it all in. Even as he fought to try and regain control.<br/><br/>This haze of anger wasn’t making his body move logically either. Instead of flying for instance most of his movements were on street level. His body moved based on instinct meaning anything complicated like flying simply didn’t happen. That would help, it would help whoever finally showed up to take him down.<br/><br/>He landed in the middle of Wayne Center, the icicle rink was closed for the summer and the small square was littered with discarded trash. The shops were closed giving the place an abandoned feeling. Lois once talked about skating here…. He struggled to recall the story even as his hearts heard the distant sounds of people moving in. Military? No… no it was something else.<br/><br/>Heroes.<br/><br/>He hoped it was enough. He wasn’t bragging but he knew the dangers of fighting himself. Everything was super charged right now, like he’d been at a ten and someone decided to go right ahead and double that. It took a person like Zod Or Steppenwolf for him to cut loose and right now his body read any threat or challenge as being at their level. He would try to reign himself in but in the end that was all he could do.<br/><br/>That and pray.<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>There was a flash of blue and white as a swirling portal opened. Out from the depths of the portal Bruce walked out along with Cyborg. The mechanical Batsuit Bruce was wearing gave him an unholy demonic appearance. Instead of his usual cowl he was wearing a full helmet that hid his features.<br/><br/>“This is Batman of the Justice League,” Bruce said speaking not just over Justice League Coms but also the entire area through speakers and any audio devices Cyborg could connect to. There were after all unknowns on the battlefield. “Superman has been infected with something and is not himself.”<br/><br/>“You don’t know that.” Vic murmured shaking his head. Batman turned and even though his face couldn’t be seen Victor Stone felt the glare all the same. After a few minutes Victor sighed and brought his hands up.<br/><br/>“As I was saying,” Bruce continued. “Superman has spent his entire life, even as a hero controlling and holding back his power level. THAT is not the Superman you’re currently facing. Unless your ready to take a punch by a full blooded Kryptonian and shrug it off DO NOT engage physically. Justice Leaguers, myself, Wonder Woman, Aquaman, and Cyborg will be coordinating our efforts. Please come see them if you need guidance. For those of you on the field and not part of the league we can provide a plan and guidance.”<br/><br/>“Batman,” Victor said pointing up above to the news copters bearing down on the square. “Someone’s really making sure this is all caught on Camera.”<br/><br/>“Jamming it would just create more controversy.” Batman remarked as he moved toward the ice rink. With a jut of his chin he toggled to the private COM line of Diana. “Wonder Woman, let’s see if we can talk to Superman and cut through the mental programming.”<br/><br/>While the two of them did that those marked as team leads were encouraged to gather everyone and form a perimeter. Cyborg was already on that teleporting even as things suddenly and explosively changed once more.<br/><br/>There were so many unknowns on the battlefield, super powered beings that Bruce had never seen before. He was late… and that being late made it so that things were set into motion before Diana and he could make a stab at talking Superman out of his trance. It started with the girl, the one wearing the knock off Superman outfit. She attacked very quickly breaking Superman from his lull in combat by engaging him directly. Like a switch being flipped back firmly into the ON position Superman was back to full anger and with a savage growl he leapt forward.<br/><br/>Then another unknown engaged, this woman in the… rather revealing costume reminiscent of Superman engaged with FREEZE BREATH. This caught Bruce’s attention. Was this another Kryptonian? What in the hell was going on?!<br/><br/>“Alfred,” Bruce called over COMS as he rushed forward. “Get me a scan on both of females engaging Superman. There’s something weird going on here.”<br/><br/>The Waynetech satellite overhead was under Alfred’s control to help free Bruce’s mind. Brother Eye through Alfred’s direction could perform anything from a basic scan to high powered laser blasts if needed. Bruce continued making his way to Clark who was doing his damn best to try and hurt the two women engaging him.<br/><br/>“Wonder Woman status!” Bruce barked as he entered the area of the ice rink. The old Gotham architect rumbled and shook as Superman attacked with all his might and strength. He held nothing back attacking with a snarling ferociousness that bordered on animalistic.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Gm Notes</div><div class="spoiler_body">Post Order <br/><br/>Right Now Free for All (One Post per Gm Post) <br/><br/>Superman: Free Floating NPC (Anyone can play his moves so long as those moves do not permanently take him out) <br/><br/>Please recall that Superman is dialed up to an eleven right now in terms of his usual power. He punches harder, Moves Faster, and has access to his usual powers. </div></div>