Clark wasn't sure what had happened. One moment he was flying through metropolis then the next he wasn't. He recognized the city as San Francisco but something felt off.
That didn't last long though when he heard the sound of people in need of help. It looked like a bank was being robbed and people were being held up. With a determined look, Clark made his way into the bank to stop them.
"I understand money solves a lot of problems, but this is creating more for you than helping." Clark said before getting to work.
Scott flew in threw the bank door when he got the alert about the bank. These bank robbers never do it right. There’s other ways to do this, but that’s the conman in him talking.
He was about to grow to normal size, and make a quip before he helped the people in trouble, but someone else beat him to the punch. Literally and figuratively. Who’s popped up in his territory?
Scott was surprised to see a man in a tight blue suit and a cape. “Shut up,” he muttered. “Holy shit, it can’t be!” He heard a whimper from somewhere out of his vision, and he remembered why he was there. Oh yeah. The civilians. He grew to normal size while fricking Superman was dealing with the robbers. “It’s okay,” he assured the people. “You’re gonna be okay. I’ll lead you out.”
