Standing at the glass paned wall of the Daily Planet, a latte in one hand, a notebook in your other—you watched with raised brows as Metropolis was in chaos below. Business as usual, it seemed.

With a sigh, you watched. Someone approached from behind—your tall, awkward, clumsy coworker, Clark Kent. With a polite smile, you looked up at him. He looked wearily at the scene below. No doubt it was yet another villain trying to take over the human population of Metropolis.