@onlyheartaches; cont.
Okay, so he's a metahuman. He'd had his suspicions, of course—no one but a metahuman could throw the ball at a speed and force Krypto liked, and Krypto hasn't yet mastered throwing it for himself—but it's good to have them confirmed.
What's less good is how quickly the ambulance upsets him, the piercing shriek of the siren cutting through the air as it rushes along the road below. He has enhanced hearing, then. Add that onto the mental list of abilities, right under enhanced strength and flight. The issue he's stuck on, however, is why the city is causing so much stress. Metropolis is a big, busy place for sure, and Clark knows better than anyone just how easily any new stimuli can become an onslaught on super-enhanced senses... But that had been when he was far younger, his powers still developing and his mind unsure of how to deal with them all.
But this man is approaching adulthood, if not already in the early stages of it. Should he, too, not have gotten somewhat used to his hearing by now? Even Smallville had had the occasional police siren driving through.
So many questions (it's his journalistic curiosity), but no answers.
He flies up after Homelander, trusting Krypto to follow him, and takes hold of his elbow firmly. Nowhere on Earth is completely silent—even Antarctica is punctuated by the distant calls of emperor penguins and the water crashing against its floating glaciers—but he knows a good way to make things quieter, at least.
❝ Come on, ❞ he says, tugging lightly upwards. ❝ Let's go up. We'll get you away from the noise. ❞
