A/N: This is the crazy ninja! This is my first story on fanfiction and I hope you guys like it. Feel free to review and criticize if you are a hater.(:

Disclaimer: I don't own Superman or Jimmy.=D

The moonlight gleamed off the water as he watched the shadowy figure walk down the docks, a frightened look in his eyes and a camera in his hands. What am I doing here? he thought, Chief must have lost his marbles, sending me here to this place. I'll be killed for sure. Jimmy Olsen pulled up to the deserted place and practically leaped from his cab. The driver scared him almost as much as this neighborhood. The man he was meeting was waiting for him, a scowl on his scarred face.

Jimmy walked up to him, trembling and wanting to run away from the enormous, tatooed, behemoth that stood in front of him. "A-are you the one I'm supposed to meet?" His voice was shaky and his discomfort evident to the man who now wore a grin.

"The boss will see you. You are late." He spoke in a thick accent that Jimmy couldn't place. He motioned his head and walked away. Jimmy hurried to follow him, but as they turned down an alleyway, he was met with an abrupt blow to the head, a sharp pain eminating from the spot where he was hit, a loud noise is all he heard and blackness is all that he saw. The world faded around him and he soon felt nothing.

Jimmy awoke several hours later to a chilling splash of water to his face. "WHAT THE HELL, MAN? You could've KILLED ME!"

"There is no need to swear, Mr. Olsen. None of this needs to go on any longer than it has. All I need from you is one thing."

"Look, I don't have any money. I just had to-"

"I DON'T WANT YOUR MONEY JAMES!" His tone was sharp and scared the crap out of Jimmy, who quickly stopped talking. He leaned forward out of the shadows to reveal himself. He was a man in his early fifties with graying hair and stubble on his face. "I want Superman. I believe you know how to find him. Bring him here, and we'll let you go."

"How do you expect to take on Superman? If he comes here you are screwed."

"I expect to take him on with this, James. Bring it in!"

Jimmy's eyes went wide as more thugs wheeled in a cart carrying a glowing green rock, larger than his head.

"Kryptonite, Mr. Olsen. Remains of Superman's home world." he explained, then followed jokingly, "all the cool kids have it. This stuff can render the so called Man of Steel defenseless. And if you don't get him here," He pulled a pistol out of his jacket and held it to Jimmy's head. "imma put a bullet in that fat head of yours."

The gun felt cold against Jimmy's scalp and it sent shivers down his spine.

"I'm gonna count to three. One."

"Please man, I can't get superman, but I'm no good to you dead so-"

"Two."

"Superman! Come save me PLEASE! He's crazy!" Jimmy started bawling. "Why did Chief send me here? Why?"

"Three."

"No please! Give me more time!"

"Times up, Olsen." He positioned the barrel directly above Jimmy's ear, Jimmy still screaming.

Then, as Jimmy protested and cried out, it all went away. Only the sound of a gunshot, and complete and total blackness, coming out of nowhere so suddenly that he had no time to fear it, but only time enough to give in.