He wasn’t even home for an hour before police radio chatter (and a few grainy civilian livestreams) about an ‘unknown metahuman disturbance’ in the bowels of the city flooded the news-- and became the last thing Clark heard before kissing Lois on the cheek, promising breakfast for dinner another time, and rushing out.

He’s at the site in a flash; finding civilians gathered around an alley, looking at rubble, bent light poles and signs, overturned trash-cans, and the smell of scorched pavement. Good deal of damage, but no injuries. He hopes that means it’s just some scared kid who just found out about their dormant metagene…

Carefully, Clark pads through the site, keeping an eye out for booby traps or possible spies in case this was all a lure. Wouldn’t be the first time this happened, much less with an innocent, or someone used as a puppet.

There. Scuffling sounds ahead.