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You wait at Carter’s Car Dealership, resting your shoulder onto one of the street lights there. It’s closed to the public today, but the mechanic is there fixing up some old vehicles. He’s a tall, scrawny old man with a scraggy beard. The two of you have not interacted yet. Fine by you.
“So uh...” He says, removing oil from his hands with a dirty piece of cloth. Of course he had to engage. You look at him with a nasty look, he doesn’t seem fazed even though you’re twice as wide. “You’re one of Wally’s buds?”
“Wally?” You ask.
“Nevermind.”
Almost an hour passes and finally, the Flash shows up, as always, in an instant. “Hey.” He says, his smile hasn’t returned yet.
You get off the street light. “Hey, I’m sorry about what happened, I-“
He raises a hand. “No, seriously. It’s not your fault, it’s mine. I thought it would be fun to show off how people treat superheroes here. You know, your big debut, but I put too much pressure, alright?”
Your eyes dart around, unsure what to say. “They were recording me right? The whole world will know.”
He shrugs, a wan smile shows up. “Let’s say I felt a little bad and made sure all those phones surrounding us deleted the videos and pictures, rumours are still gonna spread, but it’ll die off, eventually, probably. And then I ran off with the kid to the hospital.”
You remember the young man writhing around in the ground. You remember you’re supposed to care. “Oh, and how is he? Is it bad?”
“It’ll heal according to the docs. Justice League is gonna finance it all, of course.”
“So, what now?” As you say that, you hear the wind flutter behind you. You look back and Superman is there, with a rather serious look.
“Sorry I’m late.” He says. “I’ve heard about what happened.”
“I didn’t mean to-“
“Hey, I get it.” Superman says, holding a hand up. “This is our fault, we failed to teach you some things that may not be obvious to a person from a strong race like yours.”
What are you supposed to be? A child needing rearing? By Viltrum, sometimes you feel as though you should stop this idiotic charade. You clench your fist, though the other two likely see it as disappointment rather than anger.
Superman continues. “How about you and I head to a mountain range? I can teach you how to limit your strength for humans. I’ve had to learn, too.” He chuckles. “Y’know I cost my dad a 50k tractor when I was 17? I slapped the hood so hard it shattered into the engine.”
You smile, a little. “Heh.” And you shake your head. “I’m sorry, I mistook the League’s capabilities for human capabilities, since I shook your hands earlier. I guess I need to integrate a bit before I hurt someone even more.”
And now, what to do?
>”Fine, let’s go to the mountains.”
>”I’d rather go back to the Watchtower, I need to think on this a bit.”
>Write-in.
