Be steel my fire! [SUPERMAN]

[Kory Anders - Starfire]

One would assume when Kory slept, she dreamed nothing short of magical. Peace. Light. With a whole lot of sprinkles and candies. To the most part, one could probably be right, though exactly walking through a candy land wasn’t always going to happen. Though her dreams were generally sweet. Least sweeter than most, but once in a blue moon. Sometimes a little more than that or even less. Her dreams could be a lot less sweet. Crossing into what humans would deem a nightmare, to an extent that was what they were, but they were also to an extent memories. Darkened memories that Kory buried quite below the surface. Generally particularly well in the daytime. With the stillness and the silence that could come at night. It could make it that bit harder to push them aside. To stop them. It was most certainly harder when she was alone and Kory had found herself alone that night or early morning. Whenever she had returned to her apartment. Fallen asleep in her bed, to hopeful peace, but she only fell into a painful reminder. The screams. The cries. Were always unbearable. They always. Always, rose her from her sleep. Though her eyes returned to the more peaceful sight of her bedroom, a sight that she was safe from her nightmares. The echoes of the pain. The screams and cries. Proved difficult to shake. It caused an unease that she felt over the surface of her skin. There was no chance that she could try to fall back to sleep. To find sleep. Nor exactly here, either. As her eyes grazed over the empty space beside her. Looking then to her window. To then her clock. It was going to be a little time more to wait for the sunrise, as much as she could wish for it. As the darkness echoes throughout her room. The city. Kory took no further rest from her bed and picked herself up. More floated, but flight came easy. Easy enough, as she dressed back into her Starfire gear. Packed a small bag with a change of clothes. As Kory then left her rather lonely apartment. Taking, flight from her balcony. Kory flew through the city of Bludhaven and flew to New York City. More pointedly the tower. If there was ever a need to feel connected. Or more. That was the place… Even if everyone would be a sleep or in their rooms. Kory half imagined they would be. Though she very much loved her friends and would very much enjoy their company. It wasn’t the entire cause for her trip.

Flying through the crisp air and the dim lighted city. With stars peaking through the misty clouds. Kory flew with her trail of fire, much as if she was a star. A sun. Flying through the night sky, if by chance one looked up. Hmmm, hopefully it was a lucky wish. Kory didn’t need to fly long, before she was met with the bright lights of New York. Whilst there was a lot of reasons to called Bludhaven home, though was still that coming home feeling whenever she came to New York. More pointedly of course coming back to the tower. After she had been taken away from Tamaran for so long. The tower was her first home in such a long time. A long time she had found some level of peace. Safety in finally being free. Naturally a warm smile graced her lips, as she flew to the island. Being a titan, she was always welcome, so passing any security was simple for her, as it was for most titans. Kory went inside for just a brief moment. Even as she stepped in it. The stillness was clear. No one was awake or they were at their own nearby apartments. Suppose being past 3 in the morning, would do that. So Kory didn’t stay inside long enough to wake anyone up. Just long enough to pick up a little bit of mail. Not exactly just addressed to herself, but to the titans as a whole. Just a small stack, as apposed to the rest that often filled the mail room in countless sacks. With the small stack in hand. Kory swiftly left the tower, but she did not go far. Flying up the length of the building, until she reached the top of the T. Planting her feet effortlessly as could, to not draw any attention. Not that she would totally not love the company, but she certainly didn’t want to wake them all from their slumber. As Kory had often done in the past, suppose even as many of the rest of titans had done themselves. Kory sat herself down. Whilst there was some fantastic spots throughout the city, particularly for a view. This had to be the best spot. Being positioned on an island, a little bit of a distance from the city. It was quite a lovely open space. You could actually see the stars. Though as Kory certainly grazed her eyes upon familiar dying suns, it was both beautiful and tragic. Her mind did not wander far, before her attention went to her the small stack of mail she placed beside her, along with her bag. With still lingering feelings and memories from her dreams. This was a way to take it off her mind. It was never natural for her kind to be troubled by the past, ever. She was suppose to forget and for the most part, she had. Suppose, it wasn’t natural either what had happen to her… As her golden finger began opening the first letter. It was wasn’t long before she was reminded she wasn’t the only one, that had suffered. That had felt pain once upon a time. Some of the letters could be sad… Many of the letters weren’t all that positive towards the titans, but many of them could be quite sweet. Those were the ones that most certainly warmed her heart. Where many people were grateful that the Titans, were there. It gave them hope. It in return certainly gave Kory hope and help bring her back to Earth. Many people. Many heroes, fight for all varies reason. Hope was definitely one of Kory’s. Hope had saved her, when she had needed it. Whilst she could be haunted at times, when no one was around, the memory of the moment she had actually broken free… It perhaps never ceased to be the moment she was delighted beyond belief to finally grasp what she had been fighting for, her freedom. Putting the varied letters Kory read through a side. Rested back. Her fiery hair tousled around. Felt the tingling crisp wintery breeze. Gazing back to the starry sky. She was very quickly feeling the joy of her freedom in the very moment. Rushing through her emotions like a waterfall. There was just one thing missing. The sun. She could definitely feel it from where ever it was currently positioned on the Earth, but it was certainly not direct enough. Not that she was exactly feeling the winter weather, she was practically solar powered, but she certainly preferred more heat.

Feeling as the earth moved, the sun’s rays etching that little bit closer. It would seem the sunrise was not far off. As Kory smiled at the thought. Up at the sky. Whilst this was definitely a spot for it… It wasn’t thee spot, she was feeling entirely for it. Hmmm, with her powers. Definitely not. Kory took the stack of letters and placed them in her bag. Then placed her bag over her shoulder. Pushing her foot away from the roof of the tower, taking back into the sky in flight. Though this time, she flew up and up. Breaching the outer layers of the Earth. Until she had left the atmosphere all together. With no need for oxygen or otherwise, there was no gasp need of air. Nothing in that regard changed for her, though suppose it all felt that little more private. It did not appear there was anyone else just hanging around just outside of earth… Well, apart from a satellite dish or two…. Or more. She wasn’t entirely sure this meant she was on camera, but suppose it wasn’t a secret. Instinctually she waved. Before flying a little further. She’d imagine somewhat out of side, but in good position to see the sun grace this part of the planet. Kory already could feel a great deal more of the intense heat. She only wished for more. Floated as the Earth rotated. Bringing forth the rays of the sun closer. A glow began reaching more and more of the once darkened spot. It was quite a wonder. Beautiful and warm. It was hard not to feel effected by it. Not just in the energy sucked into her skin, but the joyfulness that she had been seeking. As the little remnants of the nightmares of memories, left with a spring of a few tears. Rolled down her golden cheek and met her lips that then smiled, at the coming sunrise. This was quite peaceful, but she couldn’t deny she would always be open for company. Always. She had been shut away from it for so long. She naturally clung to it… Though she could also cling quite well to pancakes. As Kory motioned with the coming sunrise, suppose it was the human in her, to naturally switch to thoughts of food.

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There was a comforting spot in the back of Clark's mind when he flew, the way that his cape sounded as it fluttered in the wind, the way it played over his back and rushed behind him, the way it gathered by his legs, pushing between them and then moving away, sounding like a flock of birds. It played behind him until he broke the sound barrier, his impossibly tough skin not even feeling the sensation of the air as it tried to push against his face and eyes. The thunderclap of the air collapsing behind him drove the cape against his skin. 

He never just flew anymore. Never took the time to actually enjoy the feel of the air against his skin, the smell of the world underneath, to just listen to things. A hum of activity underneath, people going about their business, going to work, coming home, cars on the road, sprinklers turning on, alarms mingling together into an odd symphony of beeps, mingling with millions of morning conversations, the tweets of birds, the sound of toasters going off, jackhammers being turned on, the beeping of trucks. If he listened carefully, Clark could hear everything. As of now, it mingled together into a tapestry of sounds, smells, colors and senses. From up here, everything was beautiful, the world was a stumbling and happy organism waking up to go about its day. 

Metropolis was such an interesting mix of activity, honestly, compared to Smallville. In Smallville there wasn't ever anything really to listen to. Farmers waking up to go about their business, the sounds of the animals rustling, the distant Kansas winds over the open plains, the big sky overhead. It was peaceful. Not as peaceful as the poles, but still, there was a quiet peacefulness to it that he used to love to listen to, floating overhead. That was back before he was used to the sensations of flying, before his mother had sewn him this costume made of the materials taken from that ship in the barn. Back then he had to worry about flying too fast, having his clothes tear apart from the forces and the stress of movement. This was when his shoes would catch on fire for running too fast, when his jeans would rip and tear, his shirt wear out. It was the primary reason that he changed into this costume whenever he really had to fly or move. It was made of upholstery, of materials alien and unknown but as invincible as him. Well, almost. It tore every once in a while under intense strains, but it certainly lasted longer than anything else he owned. 

He used to float into the air, wrap up in a blanket and listen to Smallville in the late evening, and early morning. In a way he still did, maybe it's why he liked the way the cape played over his back. He'd had it all his life, swaddled in it as an infant, sleeping with it as a child, wrapped up in it as a teenager as he floated over his home, and now sewn and bound on his back, he wore it under his clothing. Perhaps it was a quirk, an odd one, really, but it was one of the few things that made him feel close to . . . something. Something he'd never really been able to put a vision to. He loved his mother, he loved his father, he loved his home, he loved his country, and he loved his people. . . but Clark always felt that strange pull in the back of his mind to something else. Something he'd never known consciously, but something he felt deep within whenever he was close to that swaddling blanket. Maybe that's why he wore it all the time. Kept it close as a reminder of something he would never actually recall or know. The last protection, the last embrace of the lost home of the Last Son of Krypton, a message from a time before Clark Kent was Clark Kent, before concrete thought and object permanence, something that had always been with him. 

Clark heard the gasp below him as he floated through the city, arcing between the buildings, a deep inhalation of air, a scream, something off. It stood out from the sounds of the city in motion. When one got used to the sounds of the city it wasn't hard to hear something that stood out, especially when it was so close, only a mile away. He had already changed direction to move towards it before he even realized what it was, the scream that started as the window washer plunged off the side of the building didn't last long as Clark dipped in the air and intercepted the man, letting himself fall and move forward even as he cushioned his arms to allow the window washer to fall delicately into his arms. Clark used to practice this in Smallville, with eggs. Something his father insisted on after the fifth time he broke the doorknob. Hold an egg, throw the egg, catch the egg. His father would drop them off of the top of the barn, it was just one of those ways his parents helped a young man to learn to control his powers. They weren't experts, they weren't scientists, personal trainers or "professionals." Clark's parents were just exceptional people, farmers, problem solvers, practical people. In some ways he was still happy they were part of his life, and that he could just fly home to visit anytime he wanted. He still flew home to Smallville to do laundry, honesty, and visit. When he had time, anyway. That was something in short supply these days.

The scream stopped a few seconds after Superman had caught the man, who was just realizing that he wasn't falling anymore. Dazed and mouth agape, the man stared around as Superman spoke "Careful now" a bright smile, polite and amused "That first step's a little long." People in Metropolis always used to look at him funny for that smile. It was ironic, he could move faster than a speeding bullet, lift a locomotive into the air with one hand and leap tall buildings in a single bound, but in the big city, a stranger's smile seemed like the oddest thing of all. They were starting to get used to it, though. Every once in a while people even smiled back. Children waved from the street now and again, even some of the more cynical adults were doing more than pointing and gaping. Some of them were even waving and saying hello. People generally wanted to do the right thing, be nice, live in a world where people were nice to eachother. Sometimes they just got too wrapped up in their own worlds to look out of themselves, though. 


"S. . . Superman? What? You saved me? Thank you!"  Superman put the worker on the roof of the building he was washing, carefully making sure he had his feet on the ground. 

"Oh, I was just passing by. Just thought I'd say hello. Don't forget your safety gear now, it's dangerous work you do." From anyone else it would sound cheesy, but . . . it actually sounded genuine from Superman. Not condescending, not smug, not even chiding, just a gentle reminder and a polite hi. Like from a neighbor or a friend. 

The worker blinked and then shrugged and said "It's a living." 

Superman smiled and waved and then flew up into the air saying "Just be careful. You're important to people." The worker ran towards the edge of the building and looked up amazed. Some of the other window washers joined him to look up as Superman flew away. The city sounded nice and easy, nothing really out of the ordinary, well. . . except the sirens. Hmm. Oh, a fire. 

Well, that wasn't so far, maybe a few miles away, Clark could take a small detour on his flight. Wouldn't take too long, maybe he could lend a hand. 

It was one of the old tenement buildings, fire hazard from the start. Clark had just been here a few weeks ago, wrote a story about the building not being to code, the mold and the living conditions of the immigrants who were forced to live here because of lack of housing in the city. And now there was a fire. Considering how flammable the paint was and how poor the wiring, Clark wasn't surprised, but he was disappointed. He thought he'd done enough to call attention to the problem, get the owner to fix things up. The story wasn't a front page one, sure it was only a few inches on page 32, but still, it was in the paper. Maybe the inspector hadn't gotten around to looking yet. Still, that wasn't important. Fire escape was down already, rusted through it had already collapsed, and there were screaming people from the windows. Fire trucks were still a few blocks away and Clark could already hear the tell tale sounds of cracking wood, the floors were about to collapse. 

That was a problem, certainly, how to get in? Couldn't just come through the wall, who knew what was still load bearing, and he couldn't just come in through the floor. Wait. There was that open window there, wait, not so open it was being blocked now by a child, a mother was holding the little girl out the window. That wouldn't do. Luckily there was a rooftop a short distance away, across the street. As long as the fire didn't jump the street that would be safe, the wind was going in the opposite direction towards that warehouse, so it should be safe for now. Yeah, that'd do. Clark flew past the window and carefully reached out, grabbing the mother with one arm around her, and cupping his hand down to support the child as he pulled the two of them out of the building and using inertia to cushion the change in direction, he moved them to the other building, placing them down as softly as he could before flying back in through the open window. 

He looked around quickly, there were over twenty seven people in the building, gathering in the hallways. He could see them through the floors and wall. A group of 16 on the floor below him, a group of 11 climbing up the staircases above him. Too many people, the floor was starting to dip. Well, perhaps the time for careful discretion was over, especially with the floor starting to give way and the flames rising up the walls. Clark took a deep breath and exhaled towards the wall, letting the flames die down, although it looked like the power of his breath was causing damage to the walls themselves. He stopped and then looked up as a piece of floor fell next to him, blocking the path of the escaping apartment dwellers to the window, not that it would have helped much, the fire escape no longer being there. Clark flew up through the hole only to hear one of the children scream. A woman screamed "Superman!?" Superman smiled as he said "Don't move. I've got you." A quick movement towards the wall, almost a blur and Superman took the edges of the window, just twisting the wood, splintering it and opening a hole, making sure not to let any debris fall to the ground. The other building was visible as Superman said "Hold on now." leaping down the hole in the ground to the floor below. A quick blast to two spots with heat vision and the floor started to collapse, it fell only a few inches to the screams of the people above as Superman caught the chunk of floor, and carefully, oh so carefully carried it through the hole in the wall. 

11 people clung to the edges of the floor as Superman placed them with the rescued mother and child, letting them fall before he flew back towards the building. The roof was already starting to collapse, Superman just went in the front door, moving to the escaping group of 16, blowing in a few key spots to let the fire die down. Huddling together, the 16 apartment dwellers watched as a red and blue blur stopped in front of them, catching the collapsing debris on his back, providing shelter as he said "I'm going to clear a path to the door. Get the children and run as fast as you can." 

A man nodded, swallowing as Superman started to blow towards the door. It took a few seconds, but the fire died down and a path was cleared, The people ran out into the street just as the fire department showed up, trucks pulling up and stopping. Superman, looked around him at the walls and found what he was looking for. Debris of the building above him supported by his back, Superman reached out a hand and pulled a support beam from the wall, yanking it up from the ground and then pushing it hard through the concrete below him. A blast of heat vision seared it into place as he let the support beam do the work for him of supporting the building above. It was hard and a mess, the entire place wasn't built to code, but it was enough to let him get out from where he was.

A quick meow nearby, Superman glanced as he saw a cat scratching at the door of an apartment. The door itself was locked, but really, just a little bit of a turn and it opened right up. Clark grabbed the cat just as he heard the click and hiss of a water heater. Bringing the small animal close to his chest, arms cradling it close as he twirled around, Clark felt the light pressure and caressing touch of the shrapnel as it bounced off of his cape and his back. Outside there was a scream. Clark lightly scratched the side of the cat's face and said "Shh, it's okay." He moved outside, walking now. Only two minutes had passed since he'd arrived at the apartment. 

"jasper" a young girl said, missing front teeth and black hair pulled into ponytail. She ran up to Superman. 

Superman smiled as he said "This little guy yours?" She nodded and Superman carefully held the cat down for her to hold "He was very brave. You all were. Careful now, it looks like he's trying to claw you." 


She nodded and said "he does that. bad kitty, no claws" she held the cat close and kissed him, engaging in the most egregious forms of corporal cuddling, the ultimate in feline punishment. The man who led the group outside from downstairs walked up to her and put his hand on her shoulder "What do you say?" 

Sheepishly she looked up and said "thank you"

The man looked up at Superman and sighed saying "Thank you, Superman" Some of the other people were starting to come down from the building upstairs. 

Superman looked over his shoulder and then said "One second." He walked up to the fireman saying "Captain, the walls here won't stand long if I blow on them. I can go up to that building there and get that water tower, dump the water on top of the building, would that help?"

The Fire Captain blinked and looked at Superman, surprised he was being talked to. He was about to say something about civilians stepping back but then caught himself as he saw who he was talking to. He blinked and licked his lips "It'd probably collapse, but it'll stop the fire from spreading, yeah. You'd have to make sure the water wasn't all dumped at once, maybe if it was distributed. . . " Superman nodded and said "Can do." The Captain nodded and said "Fantastic! EVERYONE STEP BACK! SUPERMAN'S GOING TO FLOOD THE AREA!" The Firemen started to pull back, moving the civilians away from the area as Superman flew up to the nearby building, underneath the water tower atop another tenement building. Standing underneath it, Clark strained for a moment, just carefully setting it on his back, and grabbing to the side as he lfited the thing into the air and floated over the fire. He glanced underneath the bottom of the tower, letting his heat vision drill holes into the wooden bottom of the basin. Water started to flow out from the new makeshift spigots, spreading over the roof of the building, and then down through the holes as it moved over the water. Clark let the water dump over the building. There was a hiss as the fire started to die out. Placing the tower back carefully on the nearby roof where he grabbed it from, Superman flew back towards the smouldering building, now blowing hard to freeze the walls in place. The fire died out, the crisis was over. 

A quick detour to the roof to weld the tower back into place,and then Superman was back on the ground again. The Fire Chief had arrived and was surveying the scene "Superman. You saved a lot of lives today."

Superman shrugged as he said "Everyone's out."

The man who lived in the building approached saying "But where are we going to live now?"

A new voice spoke up "Perhaps Superman can answer that, seeing as he just destroyed the building while quote unquote saving everyone." Yes, Superman recognized the voice of Albert Greely, Landlord. Still smug and oily as ever. He'd driven up in his new Lexus X series, shark skin suit, polyester shirt and polyester toupee. "Maybe Superman can PAY for the damages he caused. Damaged walls, damaged roof, look at the mess here. I mean, water everywhere, frozen. The place is unlivable! That's why you leave things to professionals!" Greely walked up and poked Superman in the chest "How are you going to pay for this?"

Superman crossed his arms and looked down at Greely, raising an eyebrow as he said "This place was certainly not to code. I read the article in the Planet, and you got here awfully quickly. The fire only started a few minutes ago."

Greely took a step back and said "How do you know when the fire started? Hmm? What are you trying to say? I happen to like to look after my properties, and I own a lot of them out here. And before you ask, no. These people can't stay there. They're behind on rent anyway, and frankly it's why I couldn't afford to update things. They live in what they can pay for, and what they paid for was nothing, so I'm not going out of my way to give them something for nothing. I can't afford that. I'd go broke."

Superman cocked his head for a moment as he said "I can see that. You know what else I can see?"

Greely furrowed his eyebrows as he said "What?"

Superman looked at the building, up and down, "I can see that the fire started on the second floor in one of the abandoned apartments, and I can see the electrical socket that started it, and the accelerants near it. I think you might want to look there first, gentlemen, you might find that this wasn't an accident." He looked at Greely for a moment. Greely looked pale. 

The Chief nodded as he said "Everyone out until the investigation is over! This place is now a crime scene." 

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It had taken a quick bit of convincing from the fire chief, but Greely found it in his heart to allow the displaced tenants to stay in some of his other properties, seeing as it would certainly reflect well on him during the investigation, since he was a top suspect in said investigation. Donations were already starting to come in to take care of them, including some lovely donations from LexCare and the Thomas and Martha Wayne Foundation, but still it was a mess. Really, people wanted to be nice, but some people just . . . it didn't matter if you could lift a building over your head or fly faster than the speed of sound, there wasn't anything that Superman could do to get through to the Greely's in the world. You just had to give people a chance, but still, Clark was fuming while he flew away from Metropolis. He didn't really understand people sometimes. He wondered if it was because he was an alien, although whether it was because he was an alien from Krypton or one from Kansas eluded him. 

He flew upwards towards the warmth. Just stepping away from the situation. The yellow sun of Earth infused him, fed him, and frankly it was one of the few things in the world that always brought him comfort even in times of trouble. He lived in light, Clark Kent did, and the light of the sun had always made him feel complete. 

He closed his eyes as he floated in front of it, cape billowing behind him, and then he exhaled, letting out the stresses of the day. But, he wasn't alone. He saw her in the distance. Floating just like him, she looked troubled, honestly. 

He hated the idea of troubling her while she was sunbathing, but . . . well.

He moved closer floating next to Starfire, looking at the sun as they floated in the air. "Hey there." He said. Really not much else to say as he floated nearby, just present. Quiet for a moment, he was just present. 

[Kory Anders - Starfire]

It was always magical how the sunlight etched over the surface of the planet. Whilst there was certainly quite a lot of cloud coverage. There was enough breakage to make out the colours of the oceans and the lands below. Of course, pointedly the United States… X’hal, such a sight and quite a unique sight, but suppose whilst the Earthlings were unaware, there were other similar built planets, but it was certainly different view than had she been looking down upon Tamaran. As high bent on living in the moment. Did not stop the tiniest feelings, memories of her home planet. Despite the trauma that had taken much of her young life and tried to consume her dreams on occasion… It didn’t completely eliminate the home sick feeling. Because despite how connected she may have become to humans and how Earth had very much become a home… There were still the fleeting moments, that certainly reminded she was never going to be completely human and which meant she wasn’t going to always be accepted… Sure, right now floating above the earth. Wasn’t an entirely human experience. It was relatively normal to Kory. Despite what trickling thoughts of Tamaran did come… Kory did just mostly feel the moment. The stillness. The quiet. The beauty and wonder of life. Despite what hooks were left from her nightmares. As Kory motioned them to leave with the quiet tears rolling down her cheek. Hummed a tune, most likely not from Earth, that left a subtle fluttering feeling deep within. Feeling as the sunlight etched over and upon the inches of her skin. Kory felt it in sparks at first, but soon she felt the energy of the sun hitting her in waves. Being made sensually of ultraviolet radiation herself, she very much absorbed the sun’s UV like a sponge and it was delightful.

Of course in the stillness and quietness. She had not taken note of any other sound. Or another. If Donna was, Kory would have almost expected it, but that was far less likely to happen. So perhaps she was zoned into the sunrise or Superman had been quiet in his flight. He did not have Starfire’s hair, so he was less of a shooting ball of fire. Though, often he could be a similar sound to a jet speeding through the air. If he had, somehow Kory must of over looked it. As she did not realise he was there, until he spoke. The voice was strong. Perhaps a little gruntled, but mostly it sounded subtle. Even soft, to Kory. That it half felt it travelled randomly through space, least at first. Suppose, initially it could have been anyone or anything. As Kory wiped a golden hand from her cheek, and turned her head until she pin pointed exactly where the voice had come from. With the little distance between the space. It was definitely an unmistakable sight, at least Kory had to go on the assumption everyone knew Superman or at least about him. With the striking blue ominous with the red cape subtly floated around him and of course not to forget the symbol of hope strummed quite nicely across his chest. Of course it was also kryptonian for those that knew. Whilst it is unlikely that Tamaran and Krypton crossed paths, given how many light years were between them. It was however, quite possible that they knew something of each other. They were quite different planets, though they had both been tragically destroyed.

”Good morning, Superman. What a wonderful small universe, that I should find you here! How was your evening? Are you in need of food?”

Kory’s voice kindly spoke up in response. As Superman floated closer and nearby. Kory broke what was left of the space, promptly greeting him a simple sweet hug and a friendly kiss upon his cheek. Whilst they may not do the ‘hanging’ frequently, he was a busy kryptonian after all. They weren’t strangers. Kory knew his cousin quite well now. She had no reason not to be fond of him. Kory humbly expressed kindly and in sarcasm the ‘small universe’ as the Earthlings often express with the ‘small world. As the universe was clearly the opposite of small, but it was still very much a delightful surprise to have found one another…. Although, for how long Kory had to wonder. As her own hero life can be daily and nightly. One would almost imagine Superman’s was endless. Kindly asked in regards to the evening that had just passed. Kory could almost sense it had been tedious to say the list. Rewarding to an an extent no less of course… Perhaps that was part reason he had come searching for the sunrise. Or suppose it was simply for the view. It was a wondrous view. Kory naturally smiled. Though with the slight rumbling reminders in her own stomach, Kory asked if Superman was in need of food, more pointedly breakfast as the earthlings call it or perhaps checking it was her stomach that talked.