“Well, they don’t call him Superman for nothing.”

“. . .alright.”

“It was a. .misstep. Nothing more.”

“What’s so funny?”

Relax. Relax. He’ll be alright.

| okay i back from camping, gimme a second to catch up on all fellers

Hot. How the hell did he see out of this cowl in the heat?

| off camping for the weekend, enjoy the sunshine (if you have any) and drink good booze!

Right. Detective —- work.

𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝘼𝙍𝘾𝙎.

A swift kick —- a twirl, newly shaped Batarangs fly from fingers. An upper cut and a 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙥 —- on the cape. It snags, he’s falling backwards. He’s —- “𝘿𝙖𝙢𝙣.”

| I do not engage or write with sexual post / plots. Ships are earned. 18+. MDNI.

The 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸 was never the 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯. The 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 was.

Someone has to make it 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦.