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Title:  Untitled
Author: Jordan Herbert
Warnings: Creepy and Pedo, mentions of canon death 
Pairing: Slade/Dick or Batman/Dick, your choice
Fandom: DC
Rating: Pg-13
Word Count: 262
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and that makes me sad sometimes until I realize I can still write using them. Yay!

His parents were just shot, right in front of him. He’s only eight. He’s too young to be able to cope well with something like that. And he’s not coping well at all, but right now he’s kind of not coping at all. In fact, his mind isn’t even on his parents, even though their blood had splashed onto his shoes.

               
Dick’s too busy trying to deal with his new surroundings. He’s in a cave with his kidnapper. He was kidnapped after he had to watch his parents die. Why did his life suddenly suck so much?

               
“Um, sir?” The darkly clad figure turns around and actually acknowledges him. “What are you going to do with me?”

               
The man doesn’t answer but Dick wishes that he hadn’t asked as he’s suddenly enshrouded in a large shadow and then a large hand grabs the back of his head roughly.

               
“Stop crying.” The voice was dark, scary, and Dick hadn’t even realized that he had been crying. He wiped away at his eyes and opened his mouth to try and ask another question when there’s suddenly another mouth over his.

               
It’s hot, hungry, bruising, and when he can finally breathe again he sobs and receives a hard smack over the back of his head. “I told you to stop crying.” The figure storms back to the large computer and Dick sits on the dirty, cave floor.

               
He pulls his knees up to his chin and tries to control his sobs as he stops thinking about what will happen to him and what already has.

Title: Congratulations
Author: Jordan Herbert
Warnings: Death Fic 
Pairing: Clex
Fandom: Smallville
Rating: Pg-13
Word Count: 715
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and that makes me sad sometimes until I realize I can still write using them. Yay!



 

 

He had done it. Everyone had always told him that it was impossible, that he would never be able to achieve it, that he was crazy for even thinking he could be able to do it. But he ruled the world.

           
Lex had found a way to take out the United States military and government entirely and with that gone the rest of the world had fallen quickly after as well. The sheep that citizens had become easily followed him when he rose to power. That had been the easy part.

           
Taking out the esteemed Batman, Flash, Cyborg, Green Arrow, and Aquaman had been tougher but they had all been disposed of with only minor difficulty. After all, there’s only so much that most of those heroes can do with bullets logged in their chests or missiles set after them.

          
  Killing Superman had been the hardest part. But it had been done and Lex had the alien’s corpse as a prize in his favorite room, the room that had once held everything he had on Clark Kent. He found it fitting since Clark had become known as Superman’s friend. That had just been unacceptable.

           
Maybe he did always have a personal problem with Superman. So what of it? Superman’s dead and Lex ruled the world; it’s not like anyone was about to ask him and get more than a hole through their head as an answer.

           
He had returned to Smallville, to his castle, seeing that it was the fitting place to rule from. After all, that was where he was given his second chance at living and with that second life, had conquered the world.

           
Besides, as Ruler of the World, he had the right to do whatever he wanted and, with Mercy and Hope at his side at all time, becoming leader of the vast armies that had appeared out of nowhere, he had enough muscle power to get whatever he wanted before he even wanted it.

           
He had made a personal appearance to the Kent household, prepared to get what he had wanted in life as much as he wanted to rule the world; Clark Kent; his secrets, his owed apologies for destroying their friendship, and his body. He needed his Hephaestion for when he was written into the history books as Alexander the Greater. 

           
Lex was surprised when Martha had opened the door and immediately started to yell at him with wild accusations and hate in her voice. He had told Mercy and Hope to put their guns away even as the woman punched him in the face.

           
It was only when Martha finally shouted that he had killed Clark that he understood where such fury came from. He had explained that he had no idea, would never have thought that Clark would join the army. When she finally told him the truth, what he had wanted for so long, he wished she hadn’t.

           
Waking up for his second official day as Ruler of the World, Lex headed down to the kitchen, the castle empty upon his orders, and did his best not to think. He sighed as he spotted the cake on the table but knew that Mercy and Hope had only wanted to try and cheer him up.

           
Forgoing the thought of coffee, Lex grabbed the cake and lighter beside it and headed through the castle. He placed the cake down on the steel table where he had slid everything else that had been on it off onto the floor the night before, and carefully lit all the candles, humming to himself to continue his not-thinking process.

           
Looking over his shoulder at the glass case, he turned to his cake, closed his eyes, and blew out all thirty candles in one blow. He looked back over at the case but the Superman costume was still bloody and the beautiful face of Clark Kent was still pale and sickly looking even though he had washed away the blood to really see that it was Clark’s face.

           
“Happy Birthday to me,” Lex pushed the cake onto the floor to join the rest of the items and didn’t try to stop the tears streaking down his face.

           
He had done it. He had achieve his greatest goal and lost so much more.