In The Darkest of Places [open]

[jean]

[/b] Jean cried. "Get on the god damn ground!" she repeated angrily. She held the gun steady, watching as the man began to follow her orders. She spun around instantly, faced with a gang approaching from the other end of the alleyway. Jean licked her lips and looked back down at the man. "Brought your friends, did you?" she asked. She was a trained FBI agent, she knew martial arts and was in peak condition... but there was no way she was going to be able to face off to the half a dozen sturdy looking gang members making their down the alley towards her.[/ul]

[redhood]

It seemed that Metropolis can take a break of Superman. For awhile now, Clark heard about a certain group that the government had brought out called P.R.O.T.E.C.T. He just heard it not too long ago when he came back to Metropolis. Clark had a newspaper in his hands while he was on break from his job. He took a look through it as it was taking about P.R.O.T.E.C.T. a Agency that deploy F.B.I officials all around Gotham to clean up the criminals. Clark did had a smile on his face that wouldn't go away as he thought it was about time for the citizens of Gotham instead of the police to stand up for they're city.

He couldn't say the same for his but, At least they were willing to make a change. He leaned back into his chair getting comfortable reading on some more as there was whole information about P.R.O.T.E.C.T. He saw how it means Preventing Risky Organizations Through Evicting Criminal Thought. Within more scanning, Clark smile fade away as soon as it was talking about Vigilantes. He does agree to little extent but if it was to help mankind, Why not? What got him was when he saw that outside of Gotham heroes will come in, They will take it an act of war. It even means about the Justice League being warned about this.

Maybe the government should of let the Heroes and even Vigilantes take care of Criminals. Depending on they're skills and abilities that it can be tough on a average human to take down.With much force he sees that they had on the Gotham newspaper, They night stand a chance against the Criminals. In Clark's mind, He thought Bruce might have a hard time with this. He was part of the Justice League himself. He knew no Justice League would come in Gotham but himself and maybe Hawk-girl. He couldn't say for the rest as he had lost contact with them over the years. Nonetheless, Clark just couldn't believe it went this far.

He stand up and started to think this out before reacting to it. “If I come in, They will declare war. If I stay out they will not.” Having a hand on his chin he was weighting the odds. He just couldn't stay on the sidelines and let this play out. Starting get a stern look on his face. He didn't want to leave Lois but, It seems that Gotham would need him more than his own city, Metropolis would. Clark grabbed a pen nearby and a blank piece of paper writing what he had to say to Lois. “Dear Lois, I'm sorry if I'm at work for the next several days but, I'll be in Gotham reporting and gathering stories about the P.R.O.T.E.C.T. I need you to stay here so you won't get caught up. They might not let me leave once I go in and I don't want the same happening to you. I care about you to even let if a Criminal got you. I'll be back before you know it. With love, Clark.” As soon as he finished his little letter up, He walked out giving it to Jimmy asking him to give this to Lois for him.

Clark had his office locked as he was in the air flying exiting out Metropolis and into Gotham city. Soon it would come to him if he would regret it but, So far he didn't as he thought it was the right thing to do. He arrive within no time over the East side of Gotham. As soon when he came in, He noticed the border the P.R.O.T.E.C.T had cut off to not let no one come out if they so desire. He soon spotted a charming woman in a red dress walking alone by herself in an alley. “Now where would she be coming from to be out this time of night?” He noticed a thug came from behind her. Clark was surprised to see her having a handgun. He was more surprised when he saw bunch of more men coming out where she was. It looked like trouble they wanted to have with her. Swooping down in front of her, Clark stand showing the guys who they were dealing with now.

[jean]

[/b] Jean said, in a desperate voice. Sure, she was an FBI Agent under attack, but she didn't want to have to fire her gun at anyone in this kind of petty situation. She wasn't sure what the men wanted from her - maybe money, money something else? Jean wasn't going to run the risk of anything though, and she kept the gun steady as she looked down at them. Her plea - or threat, depending on how you interpreted it - went unnoticed and she raised the gun, holding it straight out in front of her. "I'm a crack shot, I wouldn't try anything," she assured them. They were beginning to look slightly worried as Jean took a step forward.

It seemed, however, that tonight they'd all be spared. Jean would be spared the pain of putting a bullet in someone - and they'd be spared the pain of induring it. She looked up and backed off slightly as Superman landed between herself and the gang. Jean opened her mouth, and then glanced down at her gun. She was an FBI Agent - on the track of vigilantes and costumed heroes. Yet here was one, saving her from the gang and saving her the pain of shooting. Jean had exactly eight bullets loaded in the magazine, and she didn't want to have to use any of them. Her plan had been to simply scare the gang and hope the knowledge she had a firearm would be enough to make them wary. When they didn't flinch, but seemed slightly bothered, she wondered what their intentions were and whether any of them too held a gun.

Upon the presence of Superman, the men turned and fled. Jean turned around fast and held her gun down to the man on the floor, who had started to move to leave.
"Not you, you stay on the ground," Jean snapped at him, though it was notable that her hand was beginning to tremble now, her heart pounding against her chest. Superman was right there, and if anyone - if her superiors - saw this situation, they'd be telling her to do everything she could to bring Superman in. It didn't matter whether the superheroes believed they behaved under law, they were still a target of PROTECT, and by all rights Jean should be in the middle of apprehending Superman. Not that she'd be able to, she figured. Jean was alone, she didn't have a team behind her and she couldn't even scare an East Gotham gang away, facing off to the person who'd just saved her wasn't exactly a glaringly smart idea.

She turned to look at Superman, the gun still pointed at the man on the floor. Jean wasn't going to let them all go without atleast bringing one of the gang in and interrogating him about who he was working for. She'd probably find he was some lowly, small time criminal, but she figured he could be part of a bigger gang. However, given the situation, Jean thought she owed quite a bit to the hero in front of her. She remained speechless though, holding the gun and breathing heavily. What an odd night this was turning into.[/ul]

[redhood]

Clark turned his head looking at Jean who he flew in front of. He was making sure that she was ok before looking back at the gang themselves. He had his arms on his side watching to see if anyone of them would make a move first. He was just waiting for them to do something as close they were from Jean and himself.Clark gave them such a stare, It wouldn't make those thugs do anything stupid within his presences being here in Gotham. Most of them seem to be shocked and yet, Scared with fear in them.

In Metropolis, The criminals would be on the run or try to commit the crime still while he was there witnessing the whole thing putting a stop on them before anything else could be done. Thinking that no where you are, criminals are the same. Clark can see some weapons they were carrying, Others had them concealed within the clothes they wear which was dirty and ragged from the way it looked. They were your typical everyday type thugs with no or little education what so ever. Clark didn't take his eyes off the criminals who were grouped together. As if numbers would give them the advantage.

He didn't move to take a step yet and started seeing the criminals scattering off away. They know about who Superman was Clark thought. He wouldn't hurt them that much just a reduce punch maybe but, Not much strength into it. He felt he was lucky to be in an area like this. Not much people were around especially those P.R.O.T.E.C.T agents that he heard about. Not wanting to cause trouble for them as they were human beings just doing they're jobs. Even if it was something that he didn't like or approved much of it. “Well it looks like that takes care of those creeps.”Clark said speaking to the woman he came by to help out.

He would go wrap all of them up but with P.R.O.T.E.C.T out, He figured they can handle them they're self. “I don't think they will come back soon for you.” Clark began to turn around to the woman who had her gun out at the one who was left behind as he looked down at him. “Before you or your pals come making trouble, I suggest you should think before acting. Even if it against a lady like her." Looking up smiling at her. She must be an undercover cop who is working on a case. This was going through Clark's mind not knowing that she was part of P.R.O.T.E.C.T.

“You seem like the first friendly face I seen so far in Gotham. I just hope not of the agents try to take me in.” He looked down at the criminal once more seeing that she pinned him down before looking back up at her giving her eye contact like earlier. “I just, Think P.R.O.T.E.C.T is going too far with being in us heroes who just only want to help taking down criminals. What made them blind to see that were on the same side?” Talking to her wonder if she knew what Clark mean if she was somewhat in his shoes. Being within Gotham so far, Clark thought was lucky but to be honest, When will his lucky run out?