Superman & Jack VS Bizarro

I'd finished saving as many people as possible, but Bizarro and Superman were still tearing through the city, their fight showing no signs of stopping.

I stood there, heart racing, watching them clash. I could just mimic Superman's powers and Dip, but then… I'd be on the League's radar. And if I caught the League's attention, I'd catch Batman's attention. I'd just be another Kryptonian threat in their eyes.

But this could be my shot to prove myself, to get in with the League. If I could help stop Bizarro, maybe I could earn their trust—and, in the process, mimic even more powers for myself.

The thought flickered through my mind. What if I could mimic Red Tornado's abilities? If I could do that, maybe I could copy the powers of other androids and machines too. The possibilities were endless. And if I got near magic users…

No, I reminded myself. Focus on Bizarro for now. I had to do this in a way that Superman would approve of. If I jumped in recklessly, I'd only make things worse, and I was already on thin ice with him.

I didn't have much time. Bizarro was still rampaging, throwing debris and swinging at Superman, who was doing everything he could to avoid further damage, I had to jump in.

I launched myself into the fight just as Bizarro raised his fist for another hit. "Bizarro, stop!" I yelled, standing between him and Superman, still naked as a baby. "This isn't helping anyone!"

Bizarro froze for a moment, his massive fist still in the air. He stared at me, confusion flashing across his face. "You again…" he growled. "Why you stop Bizarro?"

"Because you're destroying the city!" I shouted back. "This has to end."

Bizarro's fists tightened. "Bizarro help by stop Superman! Superman bad!"

Superman caught his breath, his eyes flicking between Bizarro and me.

"Look, you don't want to hurt people, right? Then stop this. You don't have to fight us."

For a split second, Bizarro looked like he was considering it, but then his face twisted in rage again. "NO! Superman trick Bizarro! You no stop Bizarro!"

Bizarro swung at me, fast and hard. But this time, I was ready. I caught his fist with my own, and the impact sent a shockwave through the street. The ground cracked beneath us, but I stood firm. I was matching him blow for blow.

Bizarro's eyes widened in shock. "You… strong?"

"Yeah, I am," I replied, pushing him back, our fists still locked.

Bizarro growled and shoved me away, but I barely staggered. Superman rushed in, landing a punch on Bizarro's side, sending him stumbling backwards. I didn't hesitate, charging in and swinging hard.

My fist connected with Bizarro's chest, the force rippling through him as he grunted in pain.

"Stop this, Bizarro!" I shouted, holding my ground. "We don't have to keep fighting!"

But Bizarro's anger only grew. He let out a roar and swung at me again, but I dodged and came back with a punch to his jaw. The impact knocked him off balance, and for a moment, it looked like we might actually overpower him.

Superman landed beside me. "He's too focused on fighting. We need to wear him down."

I nodded. "We can take him together."

We both charged at Bizarro. This time, I met him head-on, matching his strength punch for punch. Our fists collided with bone-crushing force, the air cracking with every hit. I could feel the power coursing through me, equal to his, and for the first time, Bizarro seemed genuinely frustrated.

"You… no stop Bizarro!" he bellowed, throwing a wild punch. I ducked under it and drove my shoulder into his chest, sending him flying into the rubble of a nearby building.

Bizarro got back to his feet, snarling. "You no stronger than Bizarro!"

I smirked, feeling the adrenaline surge through me. "I don't need to be stronger. I just need to stop you."

Superman was at my side again, and together, we pressed the attack. Bizarro swung wildly, but this time, I was ready for every punch. Each time he struck, I met him with equal force, our blows shaking the ground. We were locked in a brutal, even match, but the longer it went on, the more Bizarro's rage blinded him.

Finally, Superman tackled Bizarro, pinning him to the ground. I jumped in, helping hold him down. Bizarro thrashed, but between the two of us, we managed to keep him restrained.

"Stay down, Bizarro!" I shouted, pressing him into the concrete. "It's over!"

He struggled, still furious, but his strength was starting to fade, his movements growing more sluggish as exhaustion set in.

Superman looked over at me, nodding slightly. "We've got him."

Moments later, a gust of wind signalled Wonder Woman's arrival, her armour shining as she landed gracefully beside us. Her eyes swept the scene, taking in the wreckage and the restrained Bizarro. When her gaze landed on me, there was a flicker of suspicion in her eyes, though she said nothing.

"You did well to hold him this long," she said, addressing Superman, though her gaze kept darting to me.

Superman nodded, his face still tight with tension. "Manhunter's on his way. We need to keep him under control until then."

I stayed silent, feeling the weight of Wonder Woman's scrutiny. She didn't trust me, and I couldn't blame her. After all, I looked a lot like the one who just tried to tear the city apart.

Seconds later, the Martian Manhunter descended from the sky, his expression calm. "I can handle this," he said quietly, moving toward the restrained Bizarro.

Manhunter hovered over Bizarro, his hand outstretched. "His mind is chaotic, but I can calm him." He placed his hand near Bizarro's head, and Bizarro thrashed weakly, growling in protest.

"Bizarro… no want sleep…" he muttered, his voice slurred with exhaustion.

Manhunter's eyes glowed faintly as he worked. Slowly, Bizarro's struggles ceased, his body going limp as he finally slipped into unconsciousness. The fight was over.

"Good work," Superman said, standing back as Wonder Woman gave a nod of approval.

But before we could breathe a sigh of relief, a military convoy rolled up, armoured vehicles screeching to a halt. Soldiers poured out, quickly setting up a perimeter around us. At their head, a stern-looking government official approached, flanked by several heavily armed troops.

"This is now a government operation," the official said firmly, his eyes sweeping over all of us before landing on Bizarro. "We'll take custody of the asset. Hand him over."

Superman straightened, clearly not pleased with the demand. "He's dangerous. You'll need to keep him restrained and secured at all times."

The official barely blinked. "We'll handle it. He's government property now."

Wonder Woman stepped forward, her eyes narrowing. "He's not property. He needs to be treated carefully."

The official crossed his arms, unmoved. "We have the facility to contain him. You don't. Hand him over."

Superman exchanged a glance with Wonder Woman. The tension between them and the government was palpable. I stayed quiet, trying to stay out of sight while still feeling Wonder Woman's suspicious gaze lingering on me. She didn't say anything, but her distrust was clear.

Reluctantly, Superman nodded. "Take him. But you'll be responsible for keeping him under control."

The soldiers moved quickly, securing Bizarro with reinforced restraints and loading him onto a military transport. The official gave a curt nod before turning away, and within minutes, the convoy was gone, taking Bizarro with them.

As the sound of the vehicles faded, Superman turned toward Wonder Woman and Manhunter. "We'll have to keep a close eye on him. I don't trust them to handle this properly."

Wonder Woman's eyes, however, flicked back toward me. "We'll have to keep an eye on other things as well."

I stood there, silent, feeling the weight of Wonder Woman's suspicion. The League had bigger concerns, but I knew I had to act now. The moment was slipping away, and I needed their trust—or at least to look trustworthy.

Before I could make a move, Wonder Woman acted first. Without a word, she unhooked her Lasso of Truth and, with a quick flick of her wrist, wrapped it tightly around my torso. The golden rope constricted, and immediately, I felt its power pulling at me, demanding I tell the truth.

I clenched my teeth, trying not to let the panic show on my face. The lasso's magic dug into me, compelling me to speak, but I pushed back. Mimic activated. The lasso's power surged into me, and I focused hard, willing myself to nullify its influence. I could feel the magic fading, but I kept my face calm.

The truth is mine to compel.

"Speak," Wonder Woman commanded, her voice stern, her eyes sharp.

"I'm here to help," I said, forcing my voice steady, despite the tension in the air.

She studied me closely, watching for any sign of deception. I kept my gaze even, fighting to maintain control as I felt the power of the lasso pressing against my mind. It was still there, but I'd managed to dampen it enough that the truth wouldn't slip out.

"I suppose introductions are in order," I said, extending my hand, hoping the show of goodwill would ease the suspicion.

Superman exchanged a look with Wonder Woman but finally stepped forward. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice measured as he glanced at the lasso still wrapped around me.

"Jack," I replied, keeping my tone casual. "I ended up here by accident, but I'm just trying to help."

Superman hesitated for a second, then took my hand. The second we connected, Mimic activated. Superman's power rushed through me—strength, invulnerability. It felt overwhelming, but I kept it hidden, the pain was manageable thanks to Bizzaro. I let go before any sign showed on my face.

Wonder Woman, though, still watched closely, the lasso still tight around me. She wasn't convinced. "The lasso compels you," she said, her tone hard. "What do you intend?"

I stayed calm. "Exactly what I said. I want to help."

The lasso hummed with energy, but I focused, keeping its power suppressed. She frowned slightly but didn't press further.

Martian Manhunter stepped forward next, offering his hand. "If your intentions are genuine, we'll see them through," he said, watching me carefully.

I took his hand, and Mimic activated again, but this time, the pain was immediate. The second I made contact, my mind was flooded with telepathic energy. A sharp, splitting headache hit me like a hammer, and I nearly staggered as the telepathy surged into my brain.

It wasn't just Martian Manhunter's power—it was mine too. Untapped, raw, and completely uncontrolled. The pain intensified as my telepathic abilities were forcibly unlocked, and I felt my mind unravelling, bombarded by images and thoughts I couldn't control.

Manhunter's eyes widened as he sensed it. "You possess telepathic abilities," he said, his voice low but calm. "Untrained… chaotic."

I clenched my teeth, trying to stay upright, but the mental storm was too much. The lasso tightened around me, its power still pulling at me, but the pain in my head was worse. It felt like my skull was splitting apart.

"I… I didn't know," I gasped, barely able to speak through the pain. "I didn't know I had…"

Martian Manhunter's expression softened slightly, his red eyes glowing faintly. "Your telepathy is dangerous without control," he said. "It could harm you… or others."

The pounding in my head grew worse, the mental noise swirling inside me—fragments of memories, flashes of thoughts, all crashing into one another. I yanked my hand away from Manhunter's, stumbling back as I struggled to suppress the chaotic telepathy.

Superman stepped forward, concern on his face. "What's wrong?"

Manhunter turned toward him, still calm but wary. "He possesses telepathic abilities, but they are raw. Untamed. Chaotic. I cannot enter his mind safely."

I pressed my hand to my head, the headache still throbbing. "I didn't know," I muttered, trying to catch my breath. The telepathic noise was fading, but the strain remained. I glanced down at the golden lasso, still wrapped around me, and forced myself to stay calm.

"You'll need training," Manhunter said, his tone gentle but firm. "Without it, you risk losing control."

Wonder Woman's eyes narrowed, her suspicion deepening. "You didn't know?" she asked, her voice sharp. "How could you not know?"

"I—" I began, but the pounding in my head flared again, cutting me off. I had to keep it together. The lasso was still coiled around me, its power tugging, but I held strong, keeping my mimicry in place.

Wonder Woman glanced at Superman, her hand gripping the lasso. "If he's hiding something, we'll find out soon enough."

Superman studied me for a long moment, then looked at the lasso still glowing around me. He shook his head slightly. "For now, we focus on what's ahead. But he'll need training and supervision."

Slowly, Wonder Woman unwound the lasso, finally letting it fall from my shoulders. I took a deep breath, the weight of it lifting as I tried to shake off the pounding headache and chaos in my mind.

I had managed to mimic the powers I needed, but I could feel Wonder Woman's suspicion lingering in the air. The mimicry had worked, but I hadn't gone unnoticed.