I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, I know it's too soon after the last chapter, but it was so clear, so vivid in my head ... I had to write it! Forgive me?
This is it, you see. The second-to-last chapter, and the climax. This is the final battle. And I wonder how many of you would believe if I told you that, writing it, I was crying for Luthor?
Anyway! I give you:
Title: The Wind At Midnight
Rating: PG-13 overall, I think.
Characters/Pairings: Bruce/Clark. Bruce, Clark, Alfred, Lucius, Dick, Luthor, Lois, Arthur, Mercy, Barbara, Tim ... basically everyone this chapter.
Summary: Almost a quarter of a century ago, the cities of Earth were torn from the earth by some mystic upheaval and set flying, before threatening to fall back. To prevent the incredible loss of life if they fell, structures known as Ramparts were rapidly constructed, containing the material apparently most susceptible to the new mystical gravities of earth: silver. A new world order was built, as the deserts created on the surface during the Upheaval denied cultivation, based on Cities and flightpaths and park-grown food, a world in tentative political and physical balance. And now that balance is threatened.
Chapter summary: One extraordinarily pissed off Sea King, and Luthor's swansong.
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. Conceit inspired by James Blish's 'Cities in Flight'. Rest is mine.
( The Wind At Midnight, Part XIII )