Two Months Later: The Superman Files & The Luthor Heist
TWO MONTHS LATER — METROPOLIS, THE SHADOWED CITY
Metropolis was bright for everyone else.
But for Damian Wayne — working off the grid, avoiding Kryptonian notice, dodging Superman's supervision and Supergirl's suspicion — the last two months were the most exhausting of his life.
By day, he studied in libraries, labs, and rooftops.
By night, he scanned energy signatures, hacked into classified systems, and collected micro-samples of Kryptonian radiation left behind after Superman's battles.
And every single night…
He felt a warm gust of wind.
A flutter of a red cape.
A pair of eyes subtly tracking him.
Superman never interfered.
But he watched.
Always.
Damian scowled at the sky.
"Stupid space god."
THE DATA HE GATHERED
After two months, Damian's encrypted pocket-dimension lab had folders containing:
1. Superman's Solar Radiation Profile
Collected from rooftop residue after he saved a crashing jet.
2. Supergirl's Electromagnetic Signature
Collected while she was destroying a robot invasion.
He got way too close for comfort.
She almost spotted him… twice.
3. Kryptonian Clones: Project KR
Yes — Conner Kent.
Cadmus had created intense data trails.
Damian copied all of it.
4. Metahuman Radiation Reaction Charts
How Kryptonians react under various wavelengths.
5. Kryptonite Fragment Analysis
Damian acquired six types:
green
red
blue
gold
silver
and black
All locked behind lead-lined layers in his pocket dimension.
He now knew more about Kryptonian vulnerabilities than anyone alive except Batman — and even then, Damian's data was cleaner.
But one question remained:
How far was Lex Luthor in his own research?
The answer:
Too far.
And Damian discovered it by accident.
DISCOVERY — LEXCORP SECRET VAULT
He found it after tracking a strange energy spike underneath the city.
A hidden elevator shaft.
A sealed chamber.
A vault deeper than any government facility.
Lex Luthor was hiding Kryptonian tech so dangerous it made Damian's skin crawl just being near it.
He whispered:
"…This is it."
He cracked his knuckles.
Time to steal everything.
THE LEXCORP BREAK-IN
STEP 1 — Infiltration
Damian infiltrated at 3:11 a.m., when LexCorp security was at its lowest.
He slipped in through the ventilation at sub-level 30, dodging motion lasers, automated drones, and high-frequency sensors.
His breathing shifted into Sun Breathing: Sixth Form — Solar Flicker.
His body became a phantom.
STEP 2 — Breaching the Vault
He scanned the door.
LexCorp Omega Lock.
Biological signature required.
Voice pattern required.
Keycard required.
Damian smirked.
"Cute."
Ten seconds later the lock clicked.
Sometimes, being Bruce Wayne's son meant you inherited a disturbing aptitude for breaking rules.
STEP 3 — WHAT DAMIAN FOUND INSIDE
The vault contained:
1. Pure Kryptonian armor plating
Reverse engineered from Superman's ship.
2. Solar converters
Machines capable of mimicking yellow sun radiation.
3. Luthor's Kryptonian Disruptor Prototype
A cannon designed to destabilize Kryptonian physiology.
4. Red Sun generators
Portable models — extremely illegal.
5. Data cores labeled "Superman Contingency — Phase 2"
Damian's heart skipped.
Lex wasn't preparing to defend himself.
Lex was preparing a war.
Damian muttered:
"…This man is insane."
STEP 4 — DAMIAN STEALS EVERYTHING
Using his pocket dimension key, he opened a random hallway door — creating a portal straight into his private realm.
Piece by piece, he moved the Kryptonian arsenal into his dimension.
Armor.
Tech.
Hard-drives.
Generators.
Blueprints.
He didn't leave a single scrap.
It took hours.
And when the dimension door closed, Damian whispered:
"…Luthor is going to have a heart attack when he finds out."
He would.
Because Damian wiped the vault so clean it looked like it had never been used.
LEX LUTHOR'S REACTION — THE NEXT MORNING
Alarms blared through LexCorp Tower.
Lex arrived furious, bald head practically steaming.
"What happened!?"
A terrified scientist stammered:
"S-Sir… someone broke into the vault."
Lex froze.
"…What do you mean broken in?"
"In, sir. Not out."
"What did they take?"
The scientist swallowed hard.
"…Everything."
Lex's eyes bulged.
"EVERYTHING!?"
"Y—yes, sir. Everything."
Lex lost all composure.
"HOW!? YOU SAID THIS WAS UNBREAKABLE!"
"S-Sir, they left behind no data signature… no entry logs… no footprints… n-no fingerprints… n-no—"
"NO ANYTHING!?"
"No… except…"
The man held up a grainy camera freeze-frame.
A silhouette.
Small.
Hooded.
Cloaked in flame for a single frame.
Lex narrowed his eyes.
"…Impossible.
The Sun Shadow?"
He clenched his fist.
"Bruce Wayne… what exactly have you been hiding from me?"
EPILOGUE — DAMIAN'S POCKET DIMENSION LAB
Damian stood in the center of his fully upgraded laboratory — now filled with alien tech, Luthor prototypes, red sun emitters, and enough Kryptonian data to build a hundred fail-safes.
He cracked his neck.
"Good.
Now the real work begins."
The system chimed:
MISSION PROGRESS: 32%
Kryptonian Energy Weapon R&D: ON SCHEDULE
Damian exhaled slowly.
Two months down.
Ten months left.
And he was just warming up.
Supergirl Confronts Damian: "Why Are You Studying Us?"
Metropolis. Midnight.
The roof of LexCorp Tower still glowed faintly from the alarms Damian had tripped hours ago.
He moved quietly across a nearby rooftop, analyzing a sample vial of Kryptonian cellular residue. Two months of data… this is enough. He placed it into his dimensional storage—
WHOOSH—CRACK.
A sonic boom hit behind him.
Damian didn't flinch.
A pair of red boots slammed down on the concrete, cracking it.
Golden hair. Blue eyes burning with suspicion.
Supergirl. Kara Zor-El.
Her cape snapped in the wind as she folded her arms.
"Damian Wayne."
Her voice vibrated the rooftop. "You broke into a restricted Kryptonian research vault under LexCorp. You set off sensors tuned to my species. So I'm going to ask nicely… for now."
She glared.
"Why are you studying Kryptonians?"
Inside Damian's mask, his eyes narrowed just slightly.
Of course Luthor's vault had Kryptonian-coded alarms. That bastard prepared for everything.
He didn't move. Didn't step back.
Instead he said calmly:
"I'm researching metahuman vulnerabilities. Yours included."
Supergirl blinked. "What? Why?"
Damian lifted a small device—harmless-looking, but glowing faintly with collected energy readings.
"Because I'm trying to predict what kind of threats Earth will face in the next decade."
Kara's jaw tightened. "You could've asked. Instead you broke into a vault full of illegal tech and stole data on my species."
Damian tilted his head. "Would you have given me permission?"
"…No."
"Then here we are."
Above them — a blur hides in the clouds
Superman hovered silently, watching, eyes narrowed.
He didn't interfere.
Not yet.
The Bat-Family Listening In
Back in Gotham, in a dark monitoring room:
Nightwing leaned forward. "He's either about to get vaporized or earn her respect."
Red Robin muttered, "I hate when he sounds so calm. That's Bruce-level calm."
Barbara crossed her arms. "He'd better not make Kara angry. She punches like a freight train."
Batman stood behind them, silent, analyzing.
Supergirl Steps Forward
She examined Damian more closely now.
"You're too calm. Most people shake when I confront them."
Damian shrugged. "You're not an enemy."
"And you're not telling me everything."
No hesitation. No panic.
Damian simply said:
"I don't trust anyone with the full truth. Not even my own family."
Supergirl paused.
That… she understood.
She softens — slightly
"Damian… I lost my whole planet. My whole family. So when someone steals Kryptonian data, I get protective."
Damian allowed a rare, genuine reply:
"I'm not trying to hurt you. Or Superman. I'm making sure I can protect the people I care about."
Kara stared at him for a long, tense moment.
Then she stepped back.
"…Okay. I'll believe that. For now."
She pointed a warning finger at him.
"But if you make a weapon that could hurt us—"
Damian cut her off, smoothly:
"I don't make weapons to hurt good people. Only monsters."
Supergirl nodded slowly.
Then she rose into the air.
"I'll be watching you, Damian Wayne."
She rocketed upward, disappearing in a streak of blue and red.
Batman Contacts Him
A voice crackled in Damian's comm.
"Well handled."
Damian smirked. "I learned from the best."
Batman's voice softened for just a moment.
"…You didn't lie. Not completely."
"No. Just strategically edited."
"Good."
Damian Turns Away From the Rooftop
His eyes narrowed.
"Now," he whispered to himself, "I can finally begin building the weapon."
Inside his pocket dimension, the stolen Kryptonian research waited—energy signatures, biological scans, Luthor's experiments.
The system mission timer was now ticking.
10 months left.
And Superman had begun watching him.
The game was changing.