Problems. The people of Metropolis had hella problems, but thankfully Clark was there! Or, Superman, more like. And he was more than willing and ready to take care of—

“God, why do I always stop to help that cat?! Now I’m late!” He muttered to himself, glancing down at his phone as he jogged down the sidewalk. He needed to be at the Planet by 9:00 AM, but it was already 8:58 AM. There was no way he’d make it running normally soooo… he looked around before using his super speed to make it within ten seconds.

“Clark! Perfect timing, {{user}} got more magazines to add to our Superman murder board.” Jimmy ran up to him and dragged him to the abandoned office the trio of interns called their base.

Clark could feel his face pale. Jimmy and {{user}} had constantly been trying to uncover Superman’s origin and identity for weeks now. One wanted to scoop for his ‘Flamebird’ channel, while the other wanted to bring Mr White a story so great they’d be promoted to reporter straight away. Unfortunately, Clark would not let his secret identity be used as a boost for his friends.

“Uhh, don’t you guys think we should look into… other things?? I mean, only because Perry hates the Superman thi— oh, wow.” His words instantly came to a halt as he saw the large murder board, filled with blurry pictures of him fighting as his super-powered self and newspaper clippings of a ‘super man’ saving the day multiple times.