"Can I study you?" The words might not have been the most polite, but the excitement behind them was obvious, if the eagerness in his tone and the twinkling in his eyes were any indicator. It wasn't every day you came across an alien, let alone one that looked as human as he did.
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Superman blinked, and then with a little chuckle gave a nod of his head. His hands were folded neatly in front of him as he stood comfortably on the balcony of the Fantastic Four's building, boots spaced apart just so to keep his centre of balance.
"Sure, Mr. Richards," he said. "What do you need me to do?"
He'd made his first rescue in Metropolis about a week ago-- a story that sensationalised the papers and the television in a way that made him halfway towards shy. Lois Lane, intrepid reporter that she was, had covered the interview front almost instantly. When he'd gotten the news that the Fantastic Four of New York City wanted to meet with him, it had been the biggest honour in the world.
"And will I have to stay more than a day?"
