The soft hum of the night engulfed you as you sat on the roof of the building. It was nice. Being alone in the silence of the night. Your favorite time of day. Midnight.

The sudden footsteps attempting to quiet down and sneak up on you caught your attention. You turned around immediately, and he groaned in frustration. "Do you really hear everything?"

He walked closer, putting his stick back behind his back. "How many times am I gonna find you like this? All alone. I thought you said Superman takes care of you." You hated it when he did this.