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Alex Mercer wiped the blood off of his blade and watched as the evac helicopter carried the wounded Cole MacGrath away with his conduit friends. He had put up quite an impressive fight, and maybe next time he could've won. He'd used another Lightning Storm to cover his escape and got away while Mercer pulled himself back together. But that didn't matter right now. Mercer quickly consumed several other infected and healed his wounds, sensing another Blackwatch task force coming his way. *** Clark Kent and Lois Lane watched the footage of the NYZ disaster unfold in horror, as Perry White listed what exactly was happening. "So the champion of Empire City, Cole MacGrath, failed to stop this freak Alex Mercer. Great Caeser's ghost, what is it gonna take to end this travesty, and why isn't that so-called security force 'Blackwatch' doing their damned jobs? That's what we're gonna find out, people! We're sending our top journalists to New York Zero to show those people we're not giving up on them." Lois packed her things while Clark was quickly and secretly forming a plan in his head. "Uh, say Lois? White just assigned us to the Yellow Zone, you mind if I bring Jimmy along for the Green Zone? We could use as many cameras as we can get down there, but I don't want to put him in any danger." Lois smiled, "Good thinking Smallville, I just hope OUR champion will be there too." She then gave a meaningful look at the headline on their wall, showing the hero Clark knew had to stop Mercer: Superman. *** "Alex Mercer." Mercer looked up, seeing a streak of red and blue flash across the street covered in Blackwatch corpses. A tall and muscular young man, in a streamlined blue suit with a bright red cape and 'S' on his chest landed ten feet from him. "This madness stops here. New York isn't going to suffer any longer because of you." Mercer looked bemused at the audacity of Superman, the hero he'd read about in his spare time. From what he'd heard Superman could be just as much of a threat as his conduit enemies, even more. "So, you're Metropolis' famous man of steel. Sorry to disappoint, but I like it here in New York! I'm not going anywhere." Superman scowled, his eyes starting to gleam a bright red. "I wasn't asking, Mercer." BAM! Mercer was thrown back by a blast of energy from Superman's eyes. Drawing his shield and whipfist, Mercer got back up snarling, ready to draw blood from steel. (Okay guys, here we go. On one side we have Superman from the New 52, a couple years after he's gained his costume and gained Metropolis' approval by fighting the Collector (aka Brainiac). Alex Mercer has recovered from his fight with Cole and is ready to fight again. Each is ready to kill for a reason, Mercer because it's what he does, and Superman because he knows Mercer isn't really 'alive'.)