The "City of Tomorrow" looked different at night. From the ledge of the LexCorp spire, the hovering police cruisers looked like fireflies, working all night was tiring but you took a pause just to stare at the beautiful Metropolis. A soft whoosh of air announced a presence behind you—not the heavy clatter of a jetpack, but something impossible.

Superman hovered a few inches off the gravel roof, his crimson cape billowing in a wind that wasn't there. The blue of his suit was vibrant even in the moonlight. He didn't look like an alien god; he looked like a man concerned for a neighbor. He landed softly, his boots making no sound. "Is everything alright, or are you just here for the view?"