Thank God, no Batman (that asshole ruins everything)

In moments they came bursting into the room. You heaved breath after breath pretending to be exhausted in the chair next to her. Superman was the first to enter the room. He ignored you, ‘of course’ you thought. He went to his cousin’s side, the kryptonite on her ring took affect immediately and he fell to the ground. To your surprise Supergirl had come too. She was in too great a hurry and after losing her powers she flew forward pass her fellow Kryptonians and into the wall. ‘Power without temperance; this is exactly why I must do this,’ you think to yourself.

By the time Green Lantern was in the room Superman and Supergirl were too weak to even speak. The man in the green spandex floats over to you looking round for the “creature” that has defeated these aliens so easily. “What happened here?” He demanded.

You answered him by tossing a bag of white powder in this face and turning on the Yellow light emitters. The room was flooded in bright yellow light. “I know you believe are immune to yellow light, but this is only if you have mastered your fear, accepted it, become one with it.” He was writhing on the floor as flash of his worst fears became manifest in his mind. The Scarecrow’s **** may be considered only good for tormenting a helpless victim, but when one’s power is link to courage, like the Lanterns’ is, it actual gains a good power. His ring could affect nothing while he was tormented so. Before he could even attempt to fight off his **** induced fears you shoot him through the right lung. You dash over and step on his arm. You grind it into the floor until it can not longer make a fist; you remove the power ring you place it in a yellow lined box. You fire two more bullets into him, one in each knee. He cried out in such pain.

The Green Lantern without his ring was nothing but an ordinary man, though he was stronger than most people today he had too long relied on the ring’s power, and you had been preparing for physical confrontations since you were old enough to understand what your father did in his life. You now trained daily in five different martial arts; it was for this reason that you had pasted your exams so easily. “You don’t have to die GL, no one does if we can all work for the greater good.” You hold his arm down and inject him with benzodiazepine deriative of your own mixture he would not remember a thing. You tend his wounds, afterall he was human.

With the Lantern taken care of, you turn your attention to your real objective, the Man of Steel. You place a verdant ring on his hand. Then, using the parts you brought you build the your ultimate creation, with him in the center. Once it is complete and he can not escape you ready yourself to enter the pod which you had built across from the one you built for Kal-el. But befor you do, you pull off the ring and toss it on the floor.

Superman had just enough time to open his eyes before the machine began to accomplish its intended purpose, to transfer the powers of a kryptonian into an earthling, but with a few improvements of your own designed. There was a brilliant flash of viridian light, and you could feel the power flooding your body, the body you had genetically altered for this very moment.

His body fell before you. Superman looked up at you bewildered. He holds up his fist, you think he must have been trying to fly at you, but he no longer could. You broke the machine in which you stood. It may have been a dramatic way to exit but it insured that no one would reverse the process. You were surprised at the difference it made, you move through the glass and metal like tissue paper. “Who are you? What have you done?”

“Oh, now you think to stop and analyze the situation.” Marking your new strength, you gently swip your hand against his chest and send superman flying backwards. “You should have started there. Think, damn you! Think!” You shake your head. “You have no powers, and I have just broke my pod like it was butter. I have relieved you of your extraordinary powers, and given them to a more deserving vessal.” You smile, “Me.”

Kal-el’s eyes dart to the ring on the floor, which just moments ago was slowly killing him. Your eyes widen to the size of saucers.