[i][b]East Gotham[/b]

Please be advised, all citizens are asked to seek shelter and avoid travel. [/i]

The emergency broadcast repeated itself continually having taken over every major radio station. Jesse cursed quietly to himself as he shut off the radio and turned up the heat in his car another level. The broadcast was driving him nuts. "I'm so close." Jesse tapped the wheel of his car in irritation as he took another gaze at the traffic around him. They moved at a snails pace, the long lines of vehicles all attempting to exit off the freezing highway but ice and wind all slowed their travel and the last thing anybody wanted to do was abandon their vehicle in the chaotic weather. Jesse peered through his passenger side window and took note of the Gotham river which was now looking ice solid. It had come so suddenly and all of Gotham was woefully unprepared to deal with any of this. 

"I need to get of this fucking bridge man." Jesse cursed aloud as he tried to avert his eyes elsewhere. The irritation, the anxiety of realizing he was in a bridge above a frozen river was egging him on. Trying to find something to distract him, Jesse eyed his rearview mirror and noticed the eighteen wheeler truck behind him had left a sizable space between their vehicles. The traffic remained stop and go, stop and go and the people in the cars around him were just as irritated. "Come on man let's fucking move!" Jeese shouted, mostly to himself before his eyes were averted back to his rearview mirror.

The gap that was left between him and the truck was growing smaller and the truck wasn't slowing down. "Oh fuck." Jesse could just see through his icey, snow covered mirror that the driver of the truck was in a panic. It all made sense and Jesse felt his life slow to a crawl... due to the conditions the truck's breaks were failing and the truck was pushing forward with no signs of slowing down. Jesse looked to his right towards the passenger side... he was right next to the edge of the bridge, the only thing that would stop him was the steel rails but they wouldn't be able to halt his car. Jesse looked left, maybe he had to exit his vehicle, maybe if he was fast enough maybe.... Too late.

Collision.

The truck slammed into Jesse's sedan which crumbled like paper, his chest pressed into the wheel before the airbags went off, pushing him backwards as the seatbelt of the vehicle was the only thing preventing from the poor man from being launched from his car. The windows in the rear of his vehicle had shattered and Jesse could feel a gust of cool wind enter his car. Worst yet his vehicle had punched through the steel rails and though his vision remained obstructed he could feel his car starting to tip over. "Fuck fuck!" Jesse knew what was happening, he could feel his car inching forward, he was going to go over the edge. His mind flashed with dozens of memories as the car fell forward, accelerating downward like a rollercoaster but even in his terror he knew that it would all over in a second. Jesse closed his eyes, accepting his fate only to feel his momentum pause. "What the fuck?" Jesse turned his head as he felt his vehicle move but not by his will...something was carrying back towards the bridge.

Jon pushed the sedan back on the bridge as he could see dozens of people having exited their vehicle in astonishment to get a better look at the newly arrived super being. Jon than turned towards the truck whose front end was peeking over the bridge. Jon leaned over, grasping the truck from the bottom and with a quick tug, fully pulled the 18 wheeler fully back on the bridge. The surrounding Gotham citizens watched dumbfounded as Jon displayed a quick display of strength beyond imaging but he wasn't done yet. Turning back towards the damaged sedan, Jon tore the door off and freed the immobilized Jesse. 

[color=0054a6]"You alright?"[/color] Jesse could barely come to his senses though the blue armored figure who stood by was the only thing he can focus on. "Su-Superman?" Jesse muttered. Jon nodded at the man he recused in acknowledgement only to hear the crowd that had gathered began began to clap and cheer. It was odd being the center of attention like this. His father had done similar acts hundreds of times but for Jon this was still rather new... after all his 'super hero' career involved chasing down the most dangerous of adversaries, not resucing common people in natural disasters. Jon tried to think of saying something witty or creative to put the people at ease but lightning streaked across the sky following by an ear shattering boom ending ruining the moment.

[color=0054a6]"Get to safety, all of you."[/color] Jon said aloud at the thunder faded, his request sounding like a military command. A hard wind rushed through the packed highway as the people instantly tensed up as if to brace themselves but Jon alone stood unaffected. It was hopeless, time and time again he made valiant attempts to aid the people of Gotham but the weather's intensity and unpredictability almost made his efforts meaningless. Jon gazed at the sky, his eyes trying to focus on where the weather device machine hovered. Would destroying it actually do something? Yet in his debate, Jon caught a passenger plane steak across in the sky, its nose tilted downward. Jon focused his eyes... something wasn't right. His eyes honed in on the engines and judging from his view and estimation, the engines were being affected by the weather and the pilots were losing control.

One last rescue, then he was going for the machine. Another hard wind blew again as Jon took off, accelerating towards the falling airplane. He did not want to admit it but the weather was having some effect, his efforts were slowed thus requiring greater effort to move against the howling force. Lightning bolts raced past him, striking indiscriminately at Gotham below as Jon attempted to survey the aircraft. Now that he was right next to the aerial transport it was evident that the engines were as good as dead and the only way this craft was going down safely was through his hand alone. Jon took a quick gaze alongside the windows of the passenger aircraft, his eyes capturing the frightened looks of the passengers aboard. Jon raised a hand as if to calm the passengers who could see him as he raced towards the front of the plane. He wasn't going to let them down. Maybe he wasn't his father but Clark Kent's obligation to help his fellow man was an instinct he also inherited and a call he could not ignore.

Passing by the cockpit, Jon took a quick glance at the pilots of the aircraft who struggled to keep the aircraft airborne but their visuals were compromised and their transport no longer in their control. Jon took a quick glance downward... they were close by the river and that was likely the best place to help guide the aircraft. As the young kryptonian positioned himself in the front of the airplane he privately weighted the risks of his actions but figured that the river was his best shot at an easy landing and it also allowed him to avoid guiding the transport through Gotham's skyscrapers. Admittingly what he was about to do was crazy, he never attempted such a feat before but with time running out, hesitation was out of the question.

****

Jon gritted his teeth he could feel the airplane screeching come to a halt. The kryptonian's blue armored boots sank into the thick ice as he balanced the aircraft in the air before gradually easing it downward. Considering the weather conditions, the airplane should hold on the ice, at least long enough for the people to evacuate. With delicate precision, Jon eased the airplane downward with an exhale and with a soft thud, the airborne transport had made it back to the ground. Stepping backwards Jon took the moment to contemplate what he had just accomplished... he had pulled an airplane out of the sky and brought it safety to the ground. Impressed with himself, Jon peered at the cockpit and he could see the relieved pilots waving at him, their expression said it all.

[color=00aeef]"Jon, hell of a catch. If we all get through this you'll be on the cover of every newspaper for the next month."[/color] It was Coulson and still in a good mood to his credit. Jon pressed a pair of fingers by his ear to access the communicator by his ear to reply.

[color=0054a6]"Talk to me Coulson, tell me you have something on our guy."[/color] Jon braced himself, ready to move on the Weather Wizard's location and-

"[color=00aeef]Unfortunately no. Our other asset is on the ground and doing what she can. I guess you're up."[/color] Jon took a pause, disappointed with the news but he wasn't surprised. With Nikita now deployed to help Gotham's citizens, Coulson had more or less gave him the signal to go for the weather machine.

[color=0054a6]"Copy that."[/color] Jon gazed at the sky, the ice under him cracking as the super powered alien prepared to explode into action once more.

[color=00aeef]"Do Gotham a favor and break it good. Don't need any loose ends falling down on someone."[/color] It was a witty comment disguised as an order but Jon didn't need to be told twice. 

****

Jon soared the air, racing past various lightning bolts and freezing gusts of wind as his eyes honed in on the vast machine over the city of Gotham. Jon debated just flying through it's center in one quick pass to smash it too bits and then deal with the remnants but he wanted to take one good look at the machine to see if there was anything he can learn from it. Positioning himself above the machine, Jon's eyes scanned the various metallic pieces, planning his attack but something caught his eye... someone else was already on the machine. Could it be...? No that's not the Weather Wizard... maybe an associate?

In a display of force, Jon flew towards the center of the giant machine and landed just several feet away from Raimi with a forceful thud, the metal under him bending from his strong landing. Jon took a quick glance at the mysterious being before him, his mind assuming the worst as his eyes began to grow an eerie red...

[color=0054a6]"So, the Weather Wizard has a partner?" [/color]