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Big Macintosh woke up to the sun hitting his face. Yawning, he slowly got up and looked over at the clock on his bedside table. His green eyes nearly shot out of his head when he realized that he forgot to set his alarm the night before and had little time to get to work. Leaping out of his bed in a blur of red, he sped around his apartment, quickly taking a quick shower and making an even quicker breakfast of a single piece of toast which he made with his heat vision. He put on his usual dull grey business suit and round coke-bottle glasses before he ran out of his apartment in a blur.
Macintosh made a brisk pace, though not fast enough to attract too much attention to himself, as he galloped down the streets of Manetropolis. He looked at a clock tower and saw he had just enough time to make it to the Daily Star before his boss discovered he was late. However suddenly he heard the thundering footsteps of large metallic feet. He turned around and saw three 50 foot tall robots rampaging down the street. Grumbling as he looked around to make sure nopony was looking, he ducked into a phone booth and a second later came out in a blue costume with a red cape and a red S on his chest.
Flying toward the robots, he engaged them with his amazing strength!
"APPLE! WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF?! YOU'RE OVER AN HOUR LATE AND YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE ANYTHING FOR THAT GIANT ROBOT STORY!" Big Macintosh's boss, Periwinkle White yelled. However those that worked for the blue coated pony with the grey mane was to never call him by his full name. Ever. Macintosh was about to explain himself, but his boss beat him to it.
"I don't want to hear your excuses! Just get to work!" Perry ordered as he stomped off to his office and slammed the door.
Macintosh typed up a rather abridged version of Superpony's encounter with the three giant robots, being sure not to make it seem like it was he himself who had done the heroic deed of vanquishing the mechanical menaces.
"EVERYPONY! MY OFFICE NOW!" Bellowed Perry White, causing Macintosh to sigh. He hated staff meetings. Macintosh stood at the back and next to the door, with Perry trying to brainstorm on ideas to sell more papers.
"Alright everypony, the Trougham Gazette has been killing us with those Batmare stories of theirs! We need to push Superpony! I want you eating, breathing, and living Superpony you got that?!" Perry ranted as everyone in the room looked about as lively as a funeral procession.
Macintosh held back a yawn before his super acute hearing picked up a crime in progress. Discreetly super-speeding out of the building, he flew downtown to see what looked like a giant rubber ducky. Atop the duck was a pink pony wearing a purple vest, a ludicrously large bow tie and a mask that looked like a ventriloquist dummy.
"What's wrong everypony? Don't wanna play with Toymare?" The pony asked as the ponies in the streets ran in terror. The masked pony then turned the giant duck toward a bank and was about to smash in the front door, when Superpony showed up in front of the madpony and her malicious machine!
"Oooh! Looks like I've got a new playmate!" Toymare cackled out in demented glee as the duck deployed rocket launchers from under its wings. Superpony's eye's widened as the missiles fired.
After 30 minutes, Perry had not ended the meeting. However he did notice that Big Macintosh was missing and caught the sound of his office door opening and saw Machintosh enter his office, though the publisher/editor-in-chief missed the rather tired look about his employee.
"Great Celestia's Ghost, Apple! What did I just get through tell you this morning?! Why in my day we didn't tolerate such tardiness! I've got a good mind..." Petty ranted as Macintosh just sighed and nodded silently at the second lecture of the day.
Big Macintosh sat at his favorite sandwich shop, eager to dig into his foot-long dandelion, roamane lettuce, spinach and pepper sub. However, before he could even take a bite, he heard sirens blaring from down the street. Grumbling, he sat up, headed outside, and once again ducked into a nearby phone-booth to once again emerge as Superpony.
Speeding toward the situation, Superpony saw a sixty-foot tall chimpanzee smashing buildings. He flew full speed at the giant ape, but was smacked backwards by the chimp. Superpony landed in his favorite sandwich shop (or rather, the remains of it after his impact). Looking down at what was clearly his ruined lunch, he glared at the giant chimp before flying full speed toward it again.
Macintosh made it back to work, exhausted from his battle with what everypony was now calling Titano the Super-Ape. He was also rather ravenous as he had little time to find another place to eat after his battle before his lunch break was over. Sure, technically he didn’t need to eat, but old habits die hard.
As he trotted sullenly over to his desk, he began to do his work half-heartedly. Honestly, he couldn't see how his day could get worse.
"Hey Ponyville! Guess what!" Macintosh heard the voice of a mare call from behind him. He rubbed his temples with his hooves in preparation for how rough the next few minutes of his life would soon turn.
"I just got the scoop on that giant monkey story! Turns out Jetcorp was doing some illegal animal testing and that thing busted out. Jet Set was able to avoid jail time by denying any involvement and putting the blame on a couple rogue scientists though. Still, once again, Mavis Mane does it…again!"
A mare with a light tan coat and black mane and tale said as she trotted around, happily gloating to everypony that would listen. Big Macintosh wouldn't deny he had a crush on Mavis, but she could be a real pain sometimes.
It was sundown and Big Macintosh had never been happier to see a day end. He collapsed on his bed, not even bothering to take his suit off and intended to just sleep his horrible day away. Before he could even close his eyes however, he heard the sound of a loud explosion. Growling slightly, he forced himself up, changed into his Superpony costume, and flew out the window of his apartment to see what else was trying to ruin his day.
Superpony looked around the crumbled remains of a department store. Fortunately everypony had gotten out in time before the building collapsed. Scanning the area with his x-ray vision, he couldn't find the cause of the explosion, which was very odd. Bizarre even.
"You don't look like Superpony! That--can be!" A voice from above said.
Superpony looked up to see a flying Earth Pony in a costume identical to his own, but with a backwards S on the chest. The pony was chalk-white and his mane and tale were jet black and unruly.
"ME AM SUPERPONY!" The white doppelganger roared as it charged forward.
Superpony could only say one thing.
"Why me?"
The Start
The Caped Crusader
A wee grey filly with a black mane and musical note cutie mark trotted down an old alleyway with her parents, talking about the FILM they had just finished viewing.
"It was a rather odd movie, wasn't it dear?" the earth pony mother asked.
"Yes, it was. Not the traditional superhero fare I was expecting, but still, very good," the unicorn father said as he trotted next to his wife.
"I didn't understand it at all Dad. Why didn't The Phantom beat the bad guy up at the end? He knew he was the one causing the accidents, yet he walked away and called the police. Why?" the wee grey filly asked her father.
"Because Octavia dear, he realized that he would do more good by calling the cops than by beating him up. Violence is hardly ever the best way to handle a tough situation. But sometimes, superheroes have to resort to it in order to help people," her father replied.
"Oh," she said, still not quite grasping the meaning showcased to her on the silver screen not too long ago.
Octavia was still busy racking her little brain thinking about it, her parents talking about something dealing with their business, when she noticed a shadow creep up from behind them. Before she could react, the wee filly heard the familiar sound of magic being powered up, and she and her parents stopped. They swiveled around to face the source of the sudden shade.
"Give me all you've got. I want your money, jewelry, everything. The only thing I don't want is your lives, but if you try anything funny, I won't hesitate to pull this here trigger. Understand?" Octavia heard a rather shaky, almost scared, voice say from the shadows.
Slowly, her father nodded. Her mother, shaking, nodded as well. Octavia just looked at the stallion, walking out of the shadows, his horn glowing a dim dahlia. He had a look in his eyes that she couldn't yet comprehend.
"I'm about to reach for my wallet. Don't shoot." Octavia heard her father say. The mugger nodded, but kept his horn locked on the family. Her father carefully used his magic to reach into his coat pocket and slowly pull out his wallet, offering it to the man.
"Don't forget the pretty pearls around the lady's neck," the mugger said while taking the wallet, never showing any signs of powering down his horn.
"Grace, be calm," Octavia's father said. While he was removing his wife's jewelry, Octavia noticed him skip the golden band on her hoof. When he was done, her father held out the jewelry to the mugger.
"I said everything!" the man said, gesturing towards Grace's hoof.
"Sir, I don't know who you are, but please, let us keep our wedding bands. Take everything else, but let us keep those," her father said.
The mugger pointed his horn at Octavia now. "I want everything. I said I wanted everything. I meant it," the mugger growled out.
"Swift, please! Forget the rings! We can replace those. Let's just give him want he wants," Grace said to her husband.
Swift sighed and removed his wedding band. Grace removed hers as well, and both gave them to the mugger. The criminal smiled and noticed the glint of Swift's gold watch underneath his jacket. He pointed his horn at Octavia's mother.
"Hold out your right hoof mister and give me that watch. And remember, no funny business from anypony. Once I'm confident that I have everything I want, I'll leave you alone."
Octavia kept watching the stallion while her father removed his watch. She noticed how the mugger's eyes kept glancing around, looking for signs of trouble. Out of fear, she later realization, Octavia kicked at a rock on the ground. Apparently, she had kicked it with a lot more force than she had realized, as it hit the robber and startled him; a blast of magical energy fired from his horn. Grace fell to the ground and Swift cried out. Octavia yelled for her mother and ran to her side. The mugger hurriedly pointed his horn at Swift and fired. The stallion looked around and started to back up while pointing his horn at Octavia.
"Listen kid, I'm really sorry. It wasn't supposed to happen this way. Now just let me leave and I promise I won't kill you."
Octavia just hung her head low. Tears running down her face, she grasped the rock she had kicked earlier within her hoof without letting the robber notice. Octavia nodded and clenched the rock. The robber lowered his horn, backed up a little, and began to turn around to run.
"HEY!" Octavia yelled.
When the robber began to turn to face the wee filly, Octavia hurled the rock through the air and struck the stallion in the jaw with it. The robber screamed out in pain and dropped to the ground.
"You killed my parents for no reason. Why? What did they do to you? Nothing…and yet you killed them." Octavia said shakily as she held the rock high in her little hoof, as if threatening to smash it into the older pony's skull. The mugger's eyes widened in fear. Tears rolled down both of their faces. Octavia breathed out one last time and dropped the rock. The sounds of hoof steps rapidly approaching caused the mugger to panic. He quickly pushed the filly off him and ran as best he could into the night.
Octavia just walked back over to her parents, sobbing quietly as several policeponies arrived.
'Every time I close my eyes I see that pony's face. Even after all these years I can still remember it vividly. I still haven't found him, though I did find out his name was Joe Chill. I swore I would avenge you mother, father. I wish I could stay longer, but Trougham needs me now,' a dark figure thought to herself as she placed two roses in an old alleyway. She brought her head up, revealing a black bat-like cowl that adorned her face. She wore an all black bodysuit, a black cape, and her chest bore a yellow oval with the black outline of a bat in the middle. Looking up, she saw a light shinning against the overcast night sky.
Atop the roof of the Trougham PD, stood an old pony chewing on the end of a bubble pipe. He had a blue coat, graying brown mane, and wore glasses with a brown trench coat and tie. A bat-like shadow coasted across the roof before stopping.
"You wanted to see me?" the shadowed figure queried.
"Yeah. Found something you may be interested in. He's new in town, but he's made quite the impression. Armed robbery, double equicide. Got a taste for the theatrical like you. Plus, he leaves a calling card." The pony then presented the shadowy figure with a clear plastic evidence bag containing a playing card. A Joker.
"I'll look into it," the Batmare said as she then leaped from the rooftop and glided down to another.
