Somewhere in New Jersey

[-nightwing-.livejournal.com]

The Titans' arrival is silent and swift, determined and precise. Before the shadow of the jet falls over the state line, Nightwing is relaying the plan to the rest of the team.

"Starfire, flank the building and come around from the rear. Hit it hard, make sure they can't get out. Robin, hit the power on that place. Don't wait, Wonder Girl and Nightstar - get inside and do what you do best. Kid Flash, Jesse, you're looking for anything in there while they're being kept busy that can give us an edge on this damned virus. Omen, keep tabs on any magic users in there. Flamebird, Speedy, follow me in after the heavy hitters do their thing. We're on cleanup."

He pauses to check the instrumentation. "And whoever finds Light... make sure you hurt him."

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_man_of_steel_/]

Damn, this kid can hit.

"We're interfering because you're doing what you do best - blow things up for no good reason in a way that gets people hurt!!!!"

A tiny fragment of sense in the back of his mind tells him that he's going to regret saying that at some point.

But not today.

Superman returns the shot in kind, moving low for a punch to the solarplexus, followed by a crude legsweep to get Damage onto his stomach before rolling over into an elbow right to the back of the neck.

[damage-granted.livejournal.com]

That hurt. Landing punches on Donna a few weeks ago had been bad enough, but he hadn't had a power spike at the time. Even with his energy reserves climbing higher and higher, his fists connecting with the caped Kryptonian's shoulder and chin hurts.

And now the Most Powerful Man on Earth has gone and done something he really shouldn't have - he wounded Damage's pride. "Go to hell--!" he yells out, cocking back his fist, leaving him wide open for Superman's punch. It hits hard, colliding right with his solar plexus, causing the Titan to double over.

The sweep catches him off guard, and he falls, but Damage continues the roll up over his shoulder, coming up on one knee as Superman's elbow slams into the floor. Coughing and wheezing, trying to pull air back into his lungs, tears stinging at his eyes, the meta turns back toward Superman and...jumps.

Leaping into the air, he tucks his legs, meaning to drive his knees into the man's back, his countenance clouded with rage.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_man_of_steel_/]

Sorry kid, you're not that fast.

Superman spins, and catches him in midair, then flies up about 100-200 feet at superspeed, until whipping and twisting around in an attempt to cause vertigo in someone that's never done superspeed very much.

After about five seconds of this, Superman flies straight down, driving Damage into the earth outside of the complex.

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"Hey, what the--?!" is all Damage manages to get out as Superman catches him and hauls him up above the earth's surface, twisting and darting back and forth, greatly disorienting him, his vision spinning, the world swirling beneath him.

His fingers grasp tightly at the other man's shoulders, his eyes screwing tightly shut, and all he can do is hang on and hope he can regain his senses. There is the briefest of pauses as Superman's arc ends and he turns the pair toward the ground, and Damage knows he's in trouble.

Before he can even think about twisting around to lessen the blow, the ground rushes up to meet him and his shoulders and upper back collide with the earth, the impact leaving a rather sizable crater, and all the Titan can manage is a barely audible, "Hnnnf!!"

Shaking his head - and man does that hurt - Damage struggles underneath the Kryptonian for a moment. Superman will see his power aura begin to glower brighter brighter, just before a torrent of explosive energy, more powerful that what he'd unleashed moments before, tears from his palms, tightly focused beams fired from both palms at pointblank range.

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The explosion rocks the area, causing tremors for at least a half mile for a few seconds, as Superman is sent flying into the afternoon air.

Children are dying while these people are trying to prove they belong at the adult table. No more. I have had enough.

Superman flies, at top speed, back to Damage. Grant manages to hear the sonic boom right before he sees Superman's fist, at top speed, inches from his face.

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Disoriented as he is, and as much energy as he just burned off with that blast, Grant doesn't have a chance, the sonic boom barely registering in his still-ringing head.

All he sees is a rapidly approaching streak of red and blue, and the vague outline of a very powerful fist. There isn't even time to get an arm up to try to feebly deflect the blow. Superman's fist collides with Damage's cheek, sending him flying, and Superman, who can hear clouds scrape together, will be able to hear the veins and arteries in his face burst.

At least Grant will be able to say that Superman gave him that nice shiner.

It takes a little while, but he does eventually come back down to earth, his shoulder slamming into the ground. Grant skids about a hundred yards, his body wearing a trail in the grass and soil, and he lays there, motionless, defeated, done.