Since there was a Superman AU idea posted already, I don't feel too awkward posting a new one:
Leslie Willis, aka Livewire, started out as a radio shock jock who bashed Superman. So let's keep that going, but with a Twist:
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Riding the Metro Rail to work wasn't glamorous, but there were times Leslie just wanted a feeling of normalcy. Of being a working class joe, so to speak.
Yet even with her disguise and the fact she was a radio star, someone still picked her out of the crowd.
"Hey! It's Livewire! I'd know that voice anywhere!" The fan was large, stocky, and hairy. He was grinning with an eager, obsessed expression: One that spread to others around the platform. Leslie smiled tightly, as the fan and others moved in.
"Yeah. Look, I gotta get to work and-!"
"I listen to you every day! Can I get an autograph?" The man demanded, advancing on her. Similar requests came from others, and Leslie felt boxed in. She glared at the fan, and batted away his hand.
"Look pal, I'm not in the mood, so if you'll just back off-!"
The man reached for her again, and she slapped him away. He pushed forward, and she went for her mace. His hands landed on her, and she lashes out with a kick. But her timing was off-As the blow connected with his stomach, his arms spasmed and shoved her.
She fell, the wind whistling loudly in her ears. She hit the tracks hard, crying out in pain. She heard the train whistle, and looked to her right. The gray bulk was closing on her, fast, massive! She took a breath, what she was sure was her last-!
Strong hands seized her and yanked her up into a warm, firm embrace. She clung to whoever it was tightly, shuddering as the mass of the train roared by scant inches away.
Leslie opened her eyes and saw kind, deep blue ones staring back. Covered in round, plain glasses. She felt his heartbeat, slow and strong and reaasuring against her hard pounding chest.
"Are you all right?" He asked gently, in a comforting voice. Leslie managed a nod.
"Y-Yeah... Yeah... Thanks," she managed shakily. The man set her down, but her arms didn't part. She got a good look at her hero, and felt herself biting her lower lip.
He was tall, broadshouldered, and tanned: He was clearly a man who knew how to work, and work hard. His hair was black and neatly coiffed, and his suit, while a plain blue, was well pressed. He smelled of the earth, the wind and pure man. His jaw was a broad, strong lantern and made him look like a Greek god, and his eyes...
He cleared his throat, and Leslie became aware of people chattering around them, a police whistle, and the hiss of train brakes. The man smiled at her, and she quickly pulled away. She couldn't look at him all of a sudden.
"Thanks," she managed in a more formal tone. The man nodded.
"Might want to pull your mace sooner, next time," he said. Leslie turned back to him, managing a smirk.
"Or a boot to the balls."
The man chuckled, and nodded. "Would be faster," he admitted. He turned, and Leslie found herself clearly her throat.
"So uh, got a name, Big Blue?" She asked. He turned to look back at her, hesitating... Then he smiled and shrugged.
"Clark Kent. Out of Smallville," he introduced himself. Leslie smiled back.
"I'll have to remember that," Leslie replied.
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Leslie Willis, later Livewire, begins to care deeply for Clark Kent. But she hates Superman. And can't tell they are the same guy. Let the hijinks commence.