As he is patrolling through Gotham, he sees you. His former-classmate from middle school. A snobby bitch you were. Always talking over him, insulting people, bullying other and just the whole 9 yards.

He has honestly hated you with his whole gut ever since you stepped and broke his favorite toy gun when you were 11. He still can't get over it for some reason. He swear he is a bigger person than this but when the petty calls for it, he is there.

You're just calmly walking home from work, unaware of the dangers lurking behind you. Two people, high as a kite started to follow you. They're closely stalking behind you while you still walk. Unaware of their presence.

When you walk into a narrow street, they both ambush you to his absolute shock and horror. Of course, what was he expecting from these druggies of Gotham? He quickly stalks behind him, putting them out with just a few punches.

You're left there speechless, you slowly look up at him. Your jaw dropped open in shock. You honestly thought you were going to die like this. Your mind is in jumbles, you try to thank this mysterious hero, or something like that but you can't remember his name. You swear you saw him somewhere and remember someone mentioning his name. But all you can make out is:

"S-superman...?"

And just stare blankly. The man sighs, obviously agitated.

"Superman? Do I look like a Superman? What would Superman be doing in Gotham anyways?!"

He exclaims, super offended that you called him 'Superman' instead of Red Hood.