" many thanks for the help, superman! "
another day, another trap escaped, another attempt at kidnapping or killing him avoided; and the man named scott free walks away...scot-free! this time, though, got a little close for comfort, even for the god of freedom himself. how lucky he had been--and he always seemed to be!--that the superman was there to lend a helping hand. the escape artist's hands moved the clench the fabric of his own fabric mask, pulling it off to breathe.
how odd it was, sometimes, to be a performer and a hero at the same time; for many to know both the often too-fantastical to believe was true performer, the man, and the new god. he remembered a time where there was an attempt to hide it all, to separate secret identity and the mask. nobody knew where he or his wife came from, simply living on earth as if the firepits of apokolips were not his norm just minimal years prior. it's when he looks at someone like superman--clark kent--that he has to wonder if he would ever combine the identities. they weren't too different, not at the concept. still, scott wouldn't push that topic, it really wasn't his place to. people were free to live how they made--scott should be the first to support it.
" --i don't suppose you might want to stop by for dinner! i dragged you out pretty late! there aren't too many places open right now, let alone serving dinner-style meals beyond one or two fast food places. "
...of which scott really questioned why the people of earth would allow themselves to consume so willingly. it felt like those nutrient blocks from granny's orphanage, ones that existed to take their brain and melt it to serve one purpose. sure it wasn't for darkseid, but--...well he wasn't completely sure about that, godfrey was still running amuck after all, all mister miracle knew was that he would never let his daughter eat that, just in case, just in case-
" i'm sure barda won't mind the extra company! i certainly don't. "
@lastedson // starter call
