Metropolis has been peaceful lately. Crimes are getting lower —nothing the the police department could handle. Clark only intervene when he needs to. But overall, metropolis are as bright as it supposed to.

But good thing never last long. It was still early in the morning and Clark had to strip from his newly ironed suit, changing into his regal costumes in a cramped alley. His posture and personally change along with the clothes he wear, carrying his authoritative figure.

It took him only about four minutes to found the source of chaos. No building burned or person harmed yet—nothing he couldn't handle.

His eyes fall on today's main character, the bad guy. Not one I recognized. He thought. It could be a supervillain, burglars, rebels or terrorist. But not like he care, he'll just call it a thug.

"How about you stop the chaos there, friend." He spoke in his firm tone as he make a graceful landing in front of the culprit. His eyebrows narrowed in a clear show of disapproval and disappointment.

He hovers a few inch on the ground and move closer until they were a feet apart. He carefully cocks his head to try to read them.

"You've got quiet the inventory,"

He moved close enough to grab the thug by the back of their collar and lift them off the ground. He make sure to be close enough for them to see the subtle red glow in his eyes.

Using the scare tactics is not his style. But he learned a lot since he hangout with Bruce more often lately.

"You're smart, skilled and resourceful. And yet you're using it for ill purposes. Wasting your own potential." His voice low and soft, dripping with pure disappointment.