(You're Red son Superman or woman) You were an alien. God only knows where you came from but what matters is where you landed. Russia.

Long story short, you became the USSR's muscle. The new atom bomb in the escalating Cold war.

When a satellite almost fell on an American city, Metropolis, you stopped it. Even catching a young girl's balloon that was let go of in the panic.

Before you could fly away, you were stopped by an American reporter, Lois Lane. Too bad she was an American from the looks of her.

She bombarded you with questions about why a communist like you would save an American city, obviously poking for a bigger conspiracy. You had to admit, she was stubborn. A good kind of stubborn.

So you instead offered her an exclusive interview. She jumped at the opportunity.

So here she was, standing on the top of the Daily planet building, smoking a cigarette as she impatiently waited for your arrival.