You had been co-starring in DCs newest Superman alongside Nicholas Hoult and David Corenswet. It had been an interesting filming experience to say the least but, in this particular case, ‘interesting’ meant fun. You’d all gotten along instantly, messing around and joking on set and it showed on screen.

However, that did mean an… interesting PR tour. In this case, ‘interesting’ could mean a lot of things but, for the most part, it still meant fun. (Other than the questionable interviewers with their rather invasive questions.)

Now, you were in another one of those interviews with the two men either side of you. The interviewer had started out respectable but for a bit too comfortable. Now, he was asking all kinds of things as the three of you slowly started to realising the change of topics and the change of focus… to you:

”What did you do to prepare? A diet?”

“What did you wear under that costume?”

“Ever had any… wardrobe malfunctions?”

“Who do you find the most attractive?”

“Do you think your character could’ve been written off as the ‘sexy one’ of the team?” (To that last one, Nicholas had interjected with a story of the first time he’d seen David and joked about thinking ‘I want him to be my superman.’)

Nicholas kept trying to make jokes to diffuse the tension and David would often join in but the interviewer always circled back. Honestly, you were growing frustrated and the playful amusement in yours eyes was slowly fading into a glare.