Clark sighed as he watched Bruce storm out of the palace. He knew where he was going, which was probably to his nymph’s river to cool down. The others have rejected his friend’s request regarding the state of the world and the lack of justice there. Despite his desire to help, he knew how stubborn Bruce was.

So, the god found himself making his way down to earth and towards his own nymph’s river, resting in the tree that hung over it, smiling softly as he heard your soft humming.