Revealings

   When their meeting came to an end, Lois, Diana, and Clark left Bruce's tower and headed home.
   Bruce slumped down in one of the massive leather chairs in the living room, still deep in thought.  After having to talk to three other people for well over two hours, he was glad to finally have time to himself.  He thrived in the silence.  In the absence of distraction, he retreated into the recesses of his own mind—the contents of which were known only to him.
   *TINK*
   A sound, somewhere between a plink and a crackle, came from the window-wall of the living room.  Bruce's gaze quickly shot to the window, his eyes scanning for the cause.  A fist-sized shatter-circle sat in the middle of the window, with a bullet lodged in its center.
   Bruce's eyes went wide, and he ran for the elevator.
   "ALFRED! CALL THE POLICE!"

   Clark, Diana, and Lois had just left the tower and were in the middle of walking across the street when they were suddenly lit up by headlights.  Although it wasn't exactly unusual to see headlights on the Metropolis streets at night, something seemed particularly odd about this situation.  The streets were silent and clear; the students were alone with the car, which had stopped in the middle of the street, staring down the three teens.
   The car's driver and passenger doors opened, and a man stepped out on either side.  From behind the car's headlights, the men could barely be seen in the darkness.
   Diana slowly reached into her purse and pulled out two long silver bracelets.
   The men, without speaking, each lifted a gun and began firing. 
   *BLAM* *BLAM* *BLAM* *BLAM*

   Bruce had, fortunately, invested in a more advanced elevator that had the option of moving far faster than normal elevators would dare travel.  He made it to the ground floor and ran out the front door just in time to see the first bullets being fired.
   *TINK* *TINK* *TINK* *TINK*
   Diana had taken a long, quick step in front of her peers, blocking them from the bullets' path.  As each bullet came close, she blocked it with one of her wrists—now protected by her bracelets.
The gunmen stopped for a moment, not sure exactly what to think.  They looked at each other, then turned back to the teens and resumed firing, this time faster.
   *BLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAM*
   Diana's arms moved firmly and swiftly, deftly blocking each and every bullet.
   *TINK-TINK-TINK-TINK-TINK-TINK-TINK-TINK-TINK*
   "AUGH!"
   One of the bullets had ricocheted and hit one of the men in the arm.
   "Come on!" he said, jumping back into the car's passenger seat.  The other man followed, and the engine revved.
   The car's tires squealed as the vehicle zoomed towards the teens.
   Diana grabbed Lois firmly by the shoulder, and turned to do the same to Clark. 
   I have no idea if this'll work, she thought. I've never carried anyone else before.
   But Clark was not where he had been standing before.

   Clark moved forward swiftly, as though his toes barely skimmed the ground. His fist was raised in the air.  He brought it down onto the car's bumper, buckling the entire front end.  The car halted completely, its back end lifting up into the air before slamming back down to the ground.
Clark leaned back from the wrecked vehicle and stood up straight, looking into the car's cabin. Both men were unconscious.
   Diana, Lois, and Bruce looked back and forth between Clark and the totaled car, no one knowing exactly what was going on or what to think.  Clark's mind, however, was clear. 
   "Let's get back inside!" he yelled. 
   He ran alongside the girls as they made it back inside the building.
Giving Clark a wary eye, Bruce held the tower's front door open for everyone to run back inside the tower.

*  *  *

   "Sir?"
   "Yes, John?" Lionel answered.
   "Wayne's tower has bulletproof glass.  We didn't make the shot."
   Lionel smiled.
   "Hmm. Apparently, we've underestimated young Bruce's wisdom.  What about the others?"
   John was visibly uncomfortable.
   "Sir... we don't know.  The others left out of the building's main entrance, which wasn't in our field of view.  I sent two men in a car after them, but... well, we lost contact with them.  Some of our other men in the area heard at least a dozen gunshots and a loud crash, but when they finally got over there, they found the car completely trashed.  They said it was like it ran into an invisible tree or something, right in the middle of the street.  Both of the men were unconscious inside the car."
   Lionel paused for a moment.  "Are they still in the car?"
   "Yes, sir. Whatever hit the car hit it hard.  The doors won't open, and they're stuck inside."
   Lionel looked John in the eyes. "Kill them both, before the police arrive.  We can't afford to let them be questioned."
   "...Yes, sir."