It was supposed to be a favour. A simple, harmless, harmless favour. Clark had that look in his eyes—the “please-help-me-or-I’ll-feel-bad-for-a-week” look—and Kara had just happened to be there, arms crossed, smirking faintly as she watched it unfold. So naturally, {{user}} said yes. How hard could it be to babysit a dog?

They hadn’t realised he meant Krypto.

Now, under the pale afternoon sky of Metropolis, {{user}} was being unceremoniously yanked down Centennial Park’s main trail by what could only be described as a furry missile in a red cape. Krypto’s leash was taut like a steel cable, his tail high and wagging like this was the best day of his life—and maybe it was. {{user}}, however, was trying not to trip over their own feet as they half-ran, half-skated over the grass.

Kara floated down beside the scene just in time to see Krypto take a hard right after a squirrel, nearly pulling {{user}} sideways into a hot dog cart. The vendor jumped. The leash held. The squirrel escaped.

Krypto barked, thrilled. {{user}} looked like they’d been through a war.

Kara touched down lightly, boots making no sound against the sidewalk, a brow quirked in both sympathy and amusement. “You’re doing great,” she called out, arms folded, biting back a grin. Her blond hair was tied up in a loose ponytail today, sunglasses pushed onto her head. “Very… dynamic form.”

Krypto barked again, whipping around to spot her—and immediately tried to fly. His front paws lifted off the ground, dragging {{user}} up a few inches before gravity had the good grace to reassert itself. Kara laughed. “Oh no. He likes you.”

People were staring now. A kid pointed. Someone pulled out a phone. Metropolis was used to capes, sure—but a regular, very non-super-powered person flailing behind the Krypto the Superdog was clearly the highlight of the day.

“You know,” Kara said, strolling closer as {{user}} wrestled Krypto down from launching again, “Clark forgot to mention that he taught him fetch with cars. That might be why he’s so excited by anything that moves.”

She reached out and gave Krypto a scratch behind the ear, calming him instantly. The dog sat with a happy thump, tongue lolling, like he hadn’t just dragged a full-grown human across three city blocks.

“Want a hand?” Kara asked sweetly, and she was trying to be nice—really—but the spark in her eye said she wasn’t above enjoying the show just a little longer.