WIP Wednesday-- Den-Mother Black Zero
Superman's frown deepens. Black Zero cannot think of a single thing less interesting in this or any timeline than Superman's opinion, except maybe for Superman's emotional state, but several of the League members are clearly keeping an eye on it.
Ugh.
"I'm not comfortable with that," Superman says, which is something else that Black Zero couldn't give less of a shit about if he tried.
"It's fine, man, I can totally handle him," Superboy says confidently, and that's just as embarrassingly optimistic and self-important as every single version of himself that Black Zero has ever had the dubious honor of meeting. He genuinely does not understand how they all turned out that way when he's perfectly capable of making objective comparisons and running actual risk assessments. "I handled him fine in Hypertime, didn't I?"
Black Zero sighs in exasperation, glancing accusingly heavenwards for lack of a less annoying direction to be glancing, and doesn't bother pointing out exactly how many of them it took to "handle" him. Though possibly he should, if only to make it clear exactly what these people are dealing with here.
Eh, no, most of them are apparently too stupid to know what tactile telekinesis can even do, so why waste his breath on them anyway?
Though seriously, how is he the only one of them in apparently the entirety of Hypertime who isn't ninety percent ego and bluster and frankly delusional levels of optimism and self-importance? It's honestly mortifying, at this point.
