𝙎𝙐𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙈𝘼𝙉.

The way her eyes locked to his.

Like she wasn’t afraid.

He cleared his throat, puffing out his chest some, as the small cameraman behind her took a couple of flicks. “I’m just here to do what’s right, Ma’m.” He said, in as serious of a tone he could muster.

Superman took a step back, somewhere between shy and cautious. She wasn’t like the rest. The people of Metropolis were a mixed bag of fear and wonder —- there questions ranged from are you here to kill or are you here to save us.

But here’s felt intentional, the way she stepped forward, (c)

"We're fine, thanks to you," Lois started, though her voice felt like it may betray her with how shaky she felt. Things like this were natural on the job, near death because of a failed part or the rotor decided half-way was too old to survive. What didn't occur in this world often enough was

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𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢.

Look up.

| this Clark / Supes has the duel identity, but Clark isn’t a reporter yet. He’s done some minor freelance work but it’s a certain someone who inspires him in the big city.

He was real. For the first time in the five days of his arrival to Metropolis —- Superman was real.

And he was here, now, before @pulitzerprize.bsky.social and her crew.

As the pilot, the cameraman Jimmy Olsen, and the co-pilot began to realize what had happened.

A larger, statue like figure peered his black haired head inside. “Everyone okay?”

They rose and shifted, once sideways but now straight, and once straightened they began to descend.

Slowly, carefully, like a surgeon placing a daring cut. Until the ground greeted them like an old friend.

But just as seen as they had fallen, and just as soon as she may have felt fear, they had begun to raise.

It felt like someone has simply put their foot in front of the nose, a cool fresh push of hair and frozen the front system. Bringing each minor fire to a close.

@pulitzerprize.bsky.social
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The Helicopter had failed them almost as quickly as they had taken off. A faulty wire system had led to an internal fire on the flight board, which then led to a spiral out of the air, and the sudden feeling of falling.

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A CHARACTER WRITTEN IN A MIRROR IMAGE OF #𝓟𝓵𝓾𝓽𝓸

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Feel like I always nail the theme of the character and presentation

Yes they can.

“I promise —- no relation. I’m a Kryptonian.” Hands placed to his chest. “I’m not sure what the other guy is.”

“. .Gotham? The city across the bay? I haven’t thought —- that may be good idea to visit there.

Wait, will you telling me of the future ruin the timeline? Isn’t that how it works in the pictures.”

“Uh. .no. Unfortunately.”

@branching-paths.bsky.social

Floating down from above them, the sun shines over his shoulder like an old friend. His velvet cape moves behind as if it held its own gravity. “Are you alright?”

“. .I think I understand. Dimensional jumping. .so you’re in my dimension? Or uh, my timeline? “Baby steps”, as you called it.”

“I’m, well, I’d hate to say I’m at a lost; but I am. Are you. .uh a time traveler?”

His arms cross over the ‘S’ upon his chest.

Art - - Carmine Di D.

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