DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS APPEARING IN THIS WORK!

Note: Alright, anyone who hasn't read my Infinite Titans story completely ignore the next few sentences…or don't. For anyone who has read Infinite Titans and is reading this because they like my Infinite U idea then these next few sentences are for you. This does NOT take place in the same Earth as Infinite Titans does. When I originally planned this IDCU, I planned it to be more similar to Marvel's Ultimate Universe in ideas, characters, revamps and other stuff than the DCnU. The problem was, I didn't know how to do it. Now I do. So this is a test to see which is more popular: My NEW IDCU or the old (Titans and the other Titans titles that will come out.) Yes, unlike most authors I'm not going to lie…this is all for reviews. Whichever one gets more is the one I keep and the other gets trashed and redone...well not necessarily trashed but you know what I mean. Although, to be fair to myself, I enjoy writing both Universes equally so I don't really care which does better. This title takes place on Earth 100, while my Titans titles take place on Earth 0B. This is the equivalent of what would be Ultimate Superman and is the first "Ultimate/Infinite" title.

1 Cover- Superman flying through clouds

INFINITE SUPERMAN

Truth, Justice and the American Way Part I

Smallville, Kansas, 6 years ago

"Stupid. Little. Pussy." Whitney Fordman continued to punch 15-year-old Clark Kent in the face. Clark fell to the ground, no cuts, bruises or anything on his face. He clenched his fist, struggling to not fight back.

"That'll teach you to not get near my girl," Whitney grinned maliciously and walked off, dragging Lana Lang right behind him. Lana only glanced at Clark as she and her boy friend walked away.

Lana whispered so quietly no ordinary being could hear her, "I'm sorry, Clark…"

Clark grinned. He wasn't an ordinary being. He wasn't even human, at least as far as he could tell. His powers...they may have sometimes been a burden, always having to slow down, to hide them, but they sometimes came in handy. Sometimes like now.

Suddenly Clark heard a loud CHK CHK CHK noise and as soon as he stood up a helicopter flew over.

Clark stared at it wondering what it could be doing in Smallville. He examined the path it was taking and using extremely complicated math realized with horror that the vehicle was heading straight to his home!

Clark took one step and he was gone, speeding through the cornfields by Smallville High towards his parents' farm.

"C'mon, Clark, run faster!"

The farm-home of the Kents

Martha and Jonathan Kent were both out of the house by the time the helicopter landed. The helicopter was clearly a military vehicle, a U.S. flag painted on its dark black side.

The hatch opened and five people walked out of the copter. The first was a fairly young African-American woman who was short and stout. The next was a white man who seemed to be the complete opposite of the African-American woman. He had gray hair and was already balding. However, his face looked fairly young and he was tall and sported a muscular build so it seemed impossible to determine how old he really was. He wore a General's uniform. The last three people were heavily armed soldiers who followed right after the first two.

Jonathan and Martha just stood there in shock, a revelation of why the government agents were here slowly started to form in their heads.

Yet, they acted dumb, "What the hell are you doing trespassing on my farm?" Jonathan exclaimed.

The woman held up a badge, "FBI, Mr. Kent, we're allowed to go wherever we want, whenever we want. We-"

The older looking man interrupted, "My name is General Sam Lane of the United States Army. My rather rude friend here is Ms. Amanda Waller...and I'm sorry but I have to ask you: where is your son, Clark?"

Martha answered, "At school, where he should be. What do you need him for?"

Amanda Waller attempted to speak again but General Lane interrupted her, "Mrs. Kent, with all due respect, I think you know why. Don't play dumb."

Martha began again as Jonathan just stared cruelly at the two government officials, "I don't know what you're talking about. Our son, Clark, is just a normal kid. He isn't a criminal."

Amanda Waller got to speak this time, "As General Lane stated: Stop playing dumb! We can have you arrested for life if you continue to resist us! We know about your son and have studied him ever since the day of the Meteor Shower; we know your son comes home every day from school at approximately 4:45. Right now it's 5:30. Bring him out of the house now or…"

"He's not in the house, god damnit!" Jonathan shouted.

"Fine, if that's true, then I'm sure you'll be fine with us searchi…" Amanda began but a huge gust of wind interrupted her, "What the hell?"

Jonathan and Martha just stood there and as soon as the gust finished Jonathan muttered, "He's not here…really?" And he was proven wrong when Amanda looked up and saw Clark standing in the doorway.

"Ma! Pa! What's going on?" Clark asked, fear in his voice. He fake-panted for air after running all the way home.

"Not home…" Amanda Waller grinned triumphantly.

Martha and Jonathan just stood there, truly shocked, "When did you get home, hon?" Martha asked.

"Like, uh," Clark looked at the government officials, realizing he couldn't tell his parents the truth just then, because in fact, he was the gust of air or rather he created it when he ran super speed, "Ten minutes ago, I went in the back."

"Hello Clark," General Lane said as Clark walked over to his parents.

"Why are you here?" Clark asked defensively.

"You know why, Clark. We know you're… special and we want you to come with us." General Lane said kindly.

Clark continued to play dumb, "I don't know what you're talking about," Clark's parents began to hold on to him, fearing that he would be taken away.

General Lane was beginning to get impatient, "Boy, don't be stupid! Admit the truth! We know you're an alien! The Meteor Shower 15 years ago was you!"

"I…" Clark looked into both of his parents' fearful eyes and then back at General Lane. He had only one thing to say, "I am an alien. You're right."

Both parties were equally surprised by Clark admitting the truth so easily.

"Well, then, you know the security reasons for taking you in…" General Lane said.

"Yeah. So, um, am I going to be imprisoned forever?" Clark's heart started to drop. He couldn't fight back because he knew his parents would get hurt in the crossfire, and it ripped him up inside. He didn't want to be stuck in some super-jail forever. He didn't want to be away from his parents forever.

"No," Clark's hope rekindled, maybe they were going to let him go free… "You're going to, in all honesty, become a government agent. A kind of super agent."

Clark's heart dropped again, "What? I'm going to be some stupid government weapon?"

Amanda Waller spoke this time, "In the simplest ways, yes. But you won't simply be a weapon. You'll be a superhero. You'll save people, gain their affection and fear and protect the U.S. from any threat. You'll be more than any man…you'll be a Superman."

Clark sighed and this time his mother spoke up, "He's not going with you. Not ever. He's not going to risk his life unless he…"

Clark interrupted his mother, "Ma…first and foremost I'm an illegal alien. They could have me deported from Earth. Or just put in jail for life. But more importantly than just being an alien, I'm the most powerful being on this planet. My powers are growing stronger and stronger every day. I'm a possible adversary to them and to the planet and as much as I hate it…"

He looked up into his mother's eyes, "I'm going to have to be their Superman."

Martha's eyes gave away the truth. She knew her son was right. She hadn't given up yet but still she took a step back and was silent. Jonathan walked to her and wrapped her in his arms.

Clark looked up to the government officials, "You want me…fine. You can have me. But I'm not going to be your weapon," Clark clenched his fists, "And I'll only go with you under these conditions…"

MetroIsland, Now

MetroIsland was a large island that lay just outside of Metropolis, California. It had once been a gigantic Amusement Park but had recently been acquired by the U.S. government and transformed into their very own FBI super human facility.

A large black FBI helicopter touched down on MetroIsland at about noon. The hatch opened slowly and out walked twenty-one-year-old Clark Kent, whose long black hair fell over his forehead. Clark had a duffel bag slung over his shoulder and wore a blue T-shirt and jeans with a brown leather jacket. He walked out of the helicopter, grinning while doing so.

He was met by Agent Amanda Waller, General Sam Lane and a variety of other men and women dressed in suits.

"Hello, General Lane, Agent Waller," Clark greeted as he approached them.

"Hello, Clark," General Lane said, shaking the boy's hand. General Lane then motioned to a girl standing right behind him. The girl, or woman, I should say, appeared to be about Clark's age. She had dark black hair and was the very definition of beautiful.

"This is my daughter, Lois Lane. She's a member of the FBI and will be your permanent escort and liaison from now on," General Lane took a step back as Lois stepped forward and extended her hand to Clark.

"Hello, Mr. Kent," Lois said.

Clark began to blush furiously when he saw the beautiful woman and he awkwardly shook her hand, "Um…hello, Ms. Lane…er…Agent Lane…" He laughed embarrassedly.

"Just call me Lois," Lois Lane smiled at Clark.

"And you can uh…just call me Clark," Clark smiled back.

Lois looked to her father and asked, "So, Dad…"

"General Lane when we're working," General Lane interrupted.

"…General Lane, should I show Clark to his room?" Lois finished.

"Of course, go right ahead." And Lois motioned to Clark and they began to walk away.

When they were out of hearing distance Clark muttered, "Wow, Agent Waller was surprisingly quiet."

"Yeah, she's normally like that. But she does talk a lot when she's angry…and you don't want to see her angry," Lois responded.

"Sadly, I already have," Clark was glad he managed to start a conversation with Lois without embarrassing himself.

Sadly, Clark's next attempt at conversation failed.

"So what are y'all's plans for me?" He said in his slightly Southern accented voice.

"Can't talk about that…at least for now. And it's 'your' not 'y'alls'."

And after that Clark shut up, and they were both silent all the way to Clark's room.

Clark had his own personal apartment of sorts. It was attached to the side of the main building where most of the research took place. Lois opened the door for Clark and he trudged in.

"Whoa." Clark said dumbfounded. His apartment was ridiculously nice, like a condo a billionaire like Oliver Queen would own. It was also large, for what looked to only be a bedroom-attached-to-a-building from the outside.

"This is great."

"My dad thought you'd like it," Lois grinned. She then gently touched Clark's shoulder and led him to his closet, "Now, this is the coolest part."

Clark's closet was huge but he didn't understand what Lois meant until…

Lois reached into the side of it and pressed against a wall. Part of the wall sunk in and the back portion flipped over to reveal a blue and red suit in a glass case. The suit appeared to be made of metal and a red cape hung down the back of it. A large red "S" was merged into a yellow shield on the chest area.

"This will be what you wear whenever you go out and save people as Superman." Lois looked at Clark and was surprised to see a little anger in his eyes.

Clark began, "I told them…"

Smallville, Kansas, Six Years Ago

"No capes!" 15-year-old Clark Kent exclaimed, "I do not want to look like a complete idiot when I'm being your Superman. Second, take care of my parents for their entire lives. Best insurance, best everything. Next, give me till I'm 21, I want to finish high school and I want time to go to college as well. Fourth, don't tell anybody my real identity. I don't want to risk some crazy person coming here to kill my parents because of who I am. And lastly, I get to seem my parents at least once a year."

"We're not going to debate with you over-" Waller began but she was interrupted by General Lane.

"All of that can be done. Even waiting till your twenty-one. But under our condition…we get to take the space vehicle you came in and study it."

"Deal," Clark said.

"Well then, c'mon, Agent Waller, let's get out of the boy's life. We've already done enough damage," And General Lane walked back into the helicopter, followed by the soldiers and lastly followed by Amanda Waller, "We'll come get the ship later, boy. And it better be there."

As soon as the helicopter was gone Martha and Jonathan ran over to their son and hugged him. They all cried together for nearly ten minutes before it started to storm. The trio ran inside, ever aware of their finite time together.

Present Day, MetroIsland

"That was the easiest thing I asked you guys to do and you didn't do it! I said no capes!" Clark exclaimed.

Lois sighed angrily, "Stop complaining about it! You're not going to look stupid just because of a little red cape, so get over yourself!"

Clark took a deep breath, "Fine, I'm calm now. But I'm not wearing that cape."

"You're wearing it. It's made out of fabric from inside your ship. It's indestructible," Lois continued, "You're wearing it."

"I'm indestructible." Clark exclaimed.

"No, not from Kryptonite!" Lois stated.

Clark stopped immediately, shocked, "How do you know about my weakness to…"

"We've studied you, Clark. We know everything."

"And the cape – the cape of all things – will protect me from Kryptonite?" Clark asked.

"Yes, it's made from what we've determined to be a lead-based material and so as long as you have it facing the direction of the Kryptonite, the rock won't be toxic to you." Lois stated matter-of-factly.

"But wait, how would anyone ever get Kryptonite?" Clark asked.

"Clark, it's easy to find, let alone make. Chunks of it are on sell on EBay. We've bought all that we can but we can't get it all," Lois stated.

"...That's not good...Fine, I'll wear it." Clark agreed.

"Alright, now that we've dealt with that issue, you can unpack your bags and get comfortable. I'll be here in an hour to show you around and to explain…"

Lois was interrupted by a loud siren, "ALERT! ALERT! CRISIS 2301!"

"What is that?" Clark shouted over the siren.

"It's an alarm we built in your room. Those first two numbers, they designate a specific problem only you can stop. The last two digits indicate where it is. 01 is Metropolis!" Lois yelled.

"Is this some kind of test?"

Lois sighed, "Sadly, no. And Crisis 23 means an air plane is about to crash over Metropolis."

"What?" Before Lois knew it Clark was gone and when she turned her head back to Clark's closet she realized the costume was gone as well. Her lips slid into a toothy grin.

She ran out of Clark's room and into the main control room. In it there were GPS's and other things tracking Clark's position. A screen displayed a video currently begin recorded from a hidden camera in Clark's costume. Only a blurry image was shown.

"Is it broken?" Lois asked her father upon entering the room.

"Nope. He's just moving that fast." The General was chuckling as if there was some funny joke only he understood.

"But the camera should be able to adjust to his fastest running speed. We tested it and…"

"That's the most wonderful thing about this all, Lois. He isn't running, he's flying." General Lane grinned at his daughter.

"He can fly…" Lois was hit with the realization, "In the databases it didn't say…"

"Lois, we agreed to leave him alone for six years. Do you know how much his powers must have evolved in that time…"

Lois guessed, "…A lot?"

General Lane nodded, "A lot."

Metropolis, CA

Clark flew over the city so that the people below only saw a red and blue blur. He reached the plane in less than a minute. He'd found it by listening to different frequencies for the pilot or co-pilot's communication with the people on the ground. He'd succeeded and flew right to where the sounds were coming from.

Apparently, one of the wings' motors had blown out and everything had gotten worse from there. The passengers inside were freaking out and calling their loved ones, creating interference that did not help the situation.

"Will everyone please calm down and turn off your-" The copilot fell silent as he looked out of one of the passengers windows, "What the hell?"

Clark saluted the man while flying by the plane. His long hair was greased back and he wore a new confident grin. The suit was on his body, the cape flapping in the wind.

Clark burst forward to the front of the plane. The surprised pilot literally jumped out of his seat.

"Here goes nothing…" Clark began as he grabbed onto the front of the plane, denting it. He began to push as hard as he could against the plane but the plane kept flying down, closer and closer to the ground.

"Darn it!" Clark shouted as he pushed as hard as he could against the plane. The plane began to slow down, but not enough. It was still going to crash into the ground and Clark had only a few minutes to stop it.

Clark kept pushing, never faltering. His screams could be heard for miles around.

It came to a point where Clark turned away from the plane, still pushing, so he could see the ground below…a football stadium filled with people. Easily a hundred thousand people were in the stadium. That's not even mentioning the couple hundred in the jet. He couldn't let them all die.

He turned back to the plane and began to push even harder than before, harder than he ever thought he could. He could hear the people below scrambling away from the football field.

The plane had begun to slow down but it was still not enough…

Clark's feet touched the ground, the plane only a yard away, in his hands.

"AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!" With one final heave he pushed and the plane stopped. He paused, amazed and happy that he had done it…he had stopped the plane! He lifted it up as high as his arms could reach, so that it only touched the top rim of the stadium. He heard the people inside the jet thank God, Allah, and other such and similar deities.

And suddenly, it seemed to be all at once, it got silent. Clark couldn't hear a rat squeak. And then suddenly…

Everyone cheered!

They shouted for love and for family and friends! They screamed for their lives and the miracle that had just occurred!

But most of all, they shouted for Clark! A chant of "Hero" spread throughout the crowd.

MetroIsland

"Yes!" Lois shouted triumphantly and she hugged her father.

Metropolis

Clark couldn't help but grin as he began to hover higher and higher above the ground, as he began to carry the plane all the way to the airport.

He was greeted there by hundreds of people; half of whom were reporters. He gently set the plane down and hovered just a few feet above the crowd.

He was overwhelmed by all the questions they were asking him.

"Are you single?"

"Are you human?"

"Do you work for the government?" Clark cringed at that one.

"What is the full extent of your powers?"

"Will you be my baby's father?"

But there was only one question Clark felt he could answer. A tall and thin ginger haired man, who looked to be even a year or two younger than Clark asked, "Who are you?"

Clark took a deep breath and everyone got silent.

He thought of his parents, of Lois, of General Lane and Amanda Waller…but most of all he thought of the S on his chest – the S that stood for…

"Superman."

Note: Boom, baby! I hope you liked it! Even more action and more back story next issue. I'll go into what he did after the government left him alone those six years and hopefully I'll set up some villains. He'll save some people and the story will get even better! I'll also go into detail for some of the origins of other supporting characters. Oh, and the reason I decided Superman would work for the government was because in the Marvel Ultimate Universe it's such a big part of it and I thought it would be for my Universe as well. It's also the same reason I had Lois be a government agent. And with Lois not being the Daily Planet's star reporter I wonder who stepped up and "replaced" her…could it be the ginger who asked Clark who he was? Maybe…hehehehe. And for those of you wanting some Krypto or Superboy or Supergirl…well, let's just say they aren't as far off as you'd think…

Next: Truth, Justice and the American Way Part II