DISCLAIMER: The Justice League of America
characters are the property of DC Comics. The story contents are the creation and
property of Djinn and are copyright (c) 2005 by Djinn. This story is Rated
PG-13.
Love's Rampant Fury
by Djinn
The storm raged, as if
heaven itself wept for the lovers who would be together no more after this
night.
"Oh, for goddesses'
sake, just say it was raining, Kal. Does everything
have to be sturm und drang
with you?"
"This is my story,
Diana. I'll tell it my way."
The storm raged higher,
the lightning thundering down on the streets of Metropolis, as the city's most
magnificent son—
"Ahem. Hubris, lover? Remember
thou art mortal—or something a little humble, anyway."
"Funny, Diana. And by
the way, you'd make a great fool, you harpy. Why did I think I wanted to be
with you?"
"Because you can pound
all night and I won't break. Write. You're the big journalist. Hurry it
up."
—as the city's most famous (Is that okay? Famous?) (Famous is acceptable.) son
turned to his soul mate for the last time, his Kryptonian heart breaking into
innumerable tiny pieces.
"Hyperbole."
"It is not. I was
heartbroken when Lois died."
"She wasn't. She
practically begged me to take you off her hands. I wondered why she was
cackling when I promised never to desert you. Damn witch."
"Don't talk about my
beloved that way!"
"Just keep writing."
'Beloved,' Lois breathed
into his mouth as he kissed her his final sweet goodbye. 'Never forget our
love. Never forget how much we meant to each other.'
"Never forget how much
Clark junior looks like Bruce Wayne."
"He does not!"
"Does too."
"Does not."
"Kal,
please. He has a butterfly-shaped birthmark on his butt just like Bruce
did."
"How do you know what
kind of birthmark Bruce had on his butt?"
"Everyone knew. Keep
going with the story."
And the virtuous,
beautiful Lois expired like a rose wilting in the hot desert sun. Leaving her
beloved to share his life with the woman she'd chosen for him. A woman she'd
selected never knowing the true blackness of her heart.
"It's not black. Charcoal
gray maybe after a few days with you. But not black. Besides, hers wasn't much
lighter. Making me promise to stay with you forever was a dirty, rotten trick. What
the hell was I thinking? Yeah, that's right. Ignore me and write about
her."
"Oh, I'm writing about
you, lover."
A woman of such horrendous
ill breeding, such utter lack of any social grace, that all the world would
look at her and wonder what the saintly man saw in her. Perhaps they would
think he was doing this to raise her up, to reform her. To draw her out of the
muck and turn her into a being of light—a being like him.
"Or maybe they'll feel
sorry for the poor woman because she's stuck with you!"
"If they're going to
feel sorry for anyone, it's for me!"
"Oh, yeah?"
"Don't try it."
"Don't tell me what to
do."
"I'm telling you what
not to do."
"That's it. I've had it
with you."
"Feeling's mutual,
Diana. Feeling's more than mutual."
"I can hold my breath
longer than you can, Kal."
"Cannot."
"Can too."
"Can <cough>
not."
"Caa-a
aaaa-aaan
toooo-ooooo-ooo-
oo."
//My plan's working
perfectly, Lois. They're absolutely horrible together.//
//They sure are.//
//Can you believe he's really
strangling her?//
//He said he'd never kill. I
guess there truly is a first time for everything.//
//Rut-roh,
she's turning blue.//
//Nice Scooby impression,
Bruce. You're really lightening up now that you're dead.//
//What can I say? You're a
bad influence.//
//Do you think we'll get
kicked out of heaven for enjoying this so much?//
//No way, Lois. We're saving
the world from more of Clark's putrid prose.//
//Good point. Wow, she's
actually dead.//
//Um, Lois. Where did she go?//
//You two!! I should have
known. Let's start this story over, shall we?//
It was a dark and stormy
afterlife when two conniving lowlife swines met the
Princess of Themyscira, newly arrived into the land of the dead and ready to
kick some human butt.
//Oh, Batman, where is your
strategy now?//
//That's good, Lois. But
you're not going to distract me. You can't pin this all on him.//
//You look particularly
fetching in that heavenly glow, Diana.//
//Do you think so, Bruce? I
thought it was a little much but—hey, come back here, Lois, you little weasel!//
And so does end our tale
of love and loss, promises kept and happiness forsaken, heaven found and
paradise disturbed. All for the passion that is love's first blush—and ardor's
fatal turn to rage.
PS - Clark, once he got
rid of the body, moved back to Smallville, married Lana's daughter, and lived
happily ever after.
FIN