<div class="floatleft">(http://www.dccomics.com/sites/default/files/GalleryChar_1900x900_SUPUN4_3_52ab8fd51b5a34.80060929.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Superman<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Metropolis<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>October 19, 2017, 1700<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Team, Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Superman sets a plan, but it backfires under mysterious circumstances.<br/><hr/><br/>J’onn warped him and a team to Metropolis. As soon as the white light energy faded from his form, Superman gazed sternly upon the city, listening to the screams of distressed citizens, gunfire, and pure chaos. The frown on his face hardened. They didn’t have much time to spare. Immediately, Superman looked to Shazam and flew over to him.<br/><br/>“Shazam, help me get Metal Head out of the city. I’ll uppercut him into the air, you follow it up.”<br/><br/>Superman looked to Shazam, holding up his fist. “Ready? 3; 2; 1; Go!”<br/><br/>The Man of Steel lunged forward with his arms outstretched into tight fists. The city around him blurred as he arched high into the air, his red cape flagging wildly behind him. He then dove downwards in a sweeping loop that would give him momentum for the uppercut. Superman retracted his fists, his right arm rising as he flew shoulder-first toward Metallo like a charging linemen. As soon as Superman got within five-feet of the metal man, a wave of weakness washed over his body like the flu virus did a human being. His strong and confident stance faltered as he crashed into Metallo. The momentum of his flight threw the Kryptonian into a flip over the villain’s shoulder. Somersaulting like a ragdoll through the air, Superman landed several feet behind him face down in the street.<br/><br/>Kal’s red cape was draped over his head in the haphazard heap he had landed in. He was down for a moment, groaning over the muscle lethargy and terminal exhaustion that racked his body. It was nothing like he had ever felt. The weakness gradually started to leave him, allowing him to slowly push off the ground and sit back on his knees.<br/><br/><em>What happened to me?</em>he thought. A hand went to his face as he felt a brief wave of nausea that quickly went away as his red cape spilled like liquid down his back and allowed his body to drink from the sun’s solar nectar. His mind had temporarily went blank as he took in the city around him.<br/><br/><em>Pew, pew, pew!</em><br/><br/>A line of rounds shattered against his back from a turret, reminding Superman where he was. His team was probably worried. He rose to his feet, a hand going to the communication bud in his ear.<br/><br/>“I don’t know what happened…” he began. The turret continued to hammer rounds against his back. The roar of a vehicle accelerating was heard behind him and he turned in time to watch a black jeep, eager to ram him from behind fold against his body as though the passengers had struck a telephone pole. Metal groaned, bent, warped and folded around the Man of Steel like a sandwich. Glass, smoke, and a small explosion of an electrical fire rained and blasted passed him. The driver’s head was punched by an airbag and the man on the turret was thrown into the air. “I think he has some sort of a special field around him. I suddenly felt weak as soon as I got close to him…”<br/><br/>Superman vanished in a blur that stretched several feet behind him. His hand reached out and snagged the turret user by the back of his body armor, saving him from a nasty fall. The militant’s feet were dangling in the air as he frantically glanced about through shocked eyes. He hadn’t died! He looked back and saw that he was being held aloft by Superman and mentally cursed,<em>Fuck!</em><br/><br/>Grasping the pistol holstered at his hip, he aimed it at Superman’s forehead who quickly grabbed the gun and crushed it as though it were made of clay.<br/><br/>“Everyone be careful. I’ll handle the cleanup. Maybe you guys can  figure out Metal Head’s secret.”<br/><br/>Superman brought his index finger and thumb together against the militant’s chin and the powerful flick snapped the man’s head back, sending him into unconsciousness. Superman glanced over at the jeep, sweeping the vehicle with his X-Ray Vision as he checked to make sure every passenger was incapacitated. Floating over to it, he dropped the unconscious militant on the ground in front of the smashed vehicle before he shot like a rocket into the sky to go tackle some more goons.