Ever since Clark officially revealed himself to the world as Superman, he's noticed people beginning to follow in his footsteps. Whether he's inspired them directly or they've simply started around the same time as him, he can't really say. But there's something reassuring about it. There's a handful now that he's keeping a closer watch on -- a masked vigilante in Gotham, a speedster in Central City, an archer in Star City... and lately, reports of a truly impressive woman with a lasso around the Boston area.

He has to check it out for himself. Keeping an ear out works before too long -- a news report on her latest escapade, and Clark is zipping across state lines at top speeds, determined to catch her in action. He watches from a distance, but doesn't interfere. It doesn't look like she needs the help.

    ❝ appreciate it, but you don't gotta worry about me. there's nothing and no one in this universe that could put the pressure on me. ❞

Harley laughed "I'll try! But no promises! If you're on a Harley adventure you gotta smell the flowers and the likelihood of a lil criminal activity. I will promise that if I hit someone it will be because they seemed like a asshole."

send a symbol for a starter prompts

"They say that I'm insane, but it's all I am." Terse words vacate a mouth unseen, hidden behind a digital mask. Provided willingly, without prior need of persuasion, he falls silent as they disperse in the air between gathered strangers, moving at a deliberately slow pace, with a mind towards preventing an incident.

A veritable stranger to these lands, back to the other, care is taken to turn around, facing front as a gradual pivot of heel brings into view an iridescent splash of colour. The skull-like spider emblem adorning his torso is a prominent feature, as is the presence of red markings upon his face, outlining the orbits of concealed hues. No stranger to heroic deeds, the Spider symbol that he wore had once bore meaning to those he had sworn to avenge, to fight on their behalf, but circumstances had evolved substantially since then.

These days, he had far more than a city to watch over and protect, a fact that had brought him to this dimension with intentions to investigate further.

"I didn't realize you come out at night," He comments as Diana waves goodbye to a couple the pair had just helped escape a mugging. "Good timing though, I think those two needed a friendly face this evening,"

Zatanna took Diana's cheeks in her hands and smiled at her warmly. "How could I ever forget you Diana, you're a one of a kind woman, truly,"

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DEEP CONVERSION PROMPTS — accepting !!

❝ HOW ? ❞

his head lifts to stare up, gold eyes uncertain, confused . the question’s the first thing out of his mouth, and tumbling out is more DOUBTS . ❝ I’m not the flash . I’m nothing like the flash, I can’t — I can’t be like him . ❞