“Name’s Superboy-Prime. Yeah, that Superboy. The real one. Earth-Prime’s finest. Not the watered-down versions DC keeps rebooting.”
He took a step closer, then suddenly tilted his head and looked straight ahead — not at Seol, but past her, directly at the unseen audience. —
@iputyouonice — I’ve already cleared the evening. If you’re free, I’d like to pick you up tomorrow night.”
Clark held her eyes steadily, that restrained power still humming beneath the surface but kept perfectly in check. —
@iputyouonice — After I tell you all the crazy stories about the Justice League, the Crisis stuff, and how I basically carried entire events on my back… you let me take you out. Real date. No capes, no multiversal threats —
— for one more guy trying to live up to the S-shield… you’ll let me stick around?”
He paused, that old cocky spark flashing in his eyes for a second.
Prime: “Besides, two Supermen? Think of the crossovers we could sell.”
@InASingIeBound
The sky over Metropolis cracked with twin sonic booms as two figures in red and blue hovered above the rebuilt Asteroid Comics shop. One was the original — beard still trimmed short from his long journey, the classic S-shield gleaming under the sun. —
— “So… hi again, Superman. Or should I say, welcome home? I’m not asking for your cape or anything. Just… tell me I didn’t completely screw up your city while you were out saving the multiverse. And maybe… if there’s room —