Curiously eyeing his expression as he slurps down what remains of his bowl. βWell,β the Kryptonian cleared his throat. βIβd run the final draft by you! But β if itβs that much of a concern, I wouldnβt bring it to editorial. It could β
"Mn.." he hums, considering it carefully. The guy seems innocent enough, genuine. "I'll think about it. No promises. I just, uh... gotta be careful with that sorta thing. Don't need the wrong people tryna make a hero outta me. Seen it before. Don't need to again."
βWell, itβd impress the pants off my boss. And my coworker. She always beats me to the good interviews and juicy storiesβ¦β Pouting at the memory. βBut ah, I think itβd be good to get a vigilanteβs take on justice, anβ whatnot.β
"People who would otherwise ruin the world we live in, yea," he raises his eyebrows at fhe other, leaning back on the counter with his own bowl of stew.