Truth Justice and the American Way

DIPLOMACY AND DILIGENCE: ft. CLARK KENT of THE DAILY PLANET

“Oh it’s not you,” Clark returned with a reisgned expression. “There’s still barely any regulation of low earth orbit, so besides the scientists and heroes have really tried to clean up up here. It’s honestly a little worrying.” Clark liked to stay opimistic about things, but he also felt the need to be honest. The situation up here was not great. He zoomed after another pieces of junk and sent it falling into the atmosphere before returning to Carol. “But yeah, that’s why it’s good to see another familiar face up here helping out. I do what I can but we can use all the help up here.” And Carol, Carol he felt like more of a kindred spirit with than most others, what with their similar backgrounds. Having that kind of support was always nice.

Cleaning up space trash was not quite like cleaning up regular trash. Regular trash you didn’t have to chase around at near light speed. And you couldn’t exactly stay in one place and wait for them to come to you either since everything was so far apart. It was a trip is what it was. Thankfully he had company to make this less of a dizzying mess. “Oh I see one!” Clark exclaimed at he zipped off after a chipped off piece of satellite. He grabbed it and redirected it downwards to burn up in the atmosphere before floating back to where Carol was, eyes still scanning about for more trash bullets.

“Oh dear,” Clark frowned with alarmed concern. “I’m glad you didn’t then.” He paused for moment then asked, “Did you not expect to get trick-or-treaters  that night?” It happened. Sometimes people forgot to turn off their lights and the kids showed up and surprised them. It the ghostface kid was the first one, that’d make even more sense.

In highschool, with one Lana Lang of course. Clark had thought he wouldn’t really be into the whole relationships deal at that point, figured it might just be part of him being an alien. Then Lana turned all that around and he fell for her heads over heels. He will always love Lois first, those days will remain treasured memories of his *ahem*, awakening.

Clark bites his lip and tried to not to let it show how if affected he was by those words. Whenever someone stopped believing in justice, he died a little inside. Worse, he hated how, for the most part of things, this man was *right.* “I guess we’ll just have to wake her up then huh?” He tried for some levity.

Clark gently patted Wally on the back. “Aw, don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re a lot of help. I’m a reporter, I’ve noticed.” The kid had it hard enough being thrown back into a completely different world without adding self derision to the list. “You being back doesn’t change the results of your sacrifice,” Clark countered seriously. Then wrapped him arms around Wally and hugged him because the kid clearly needed it. “You being a living hero instead of a dead one now just means you can do more now. That I think is worth celebrating, not mourning.” He let go then let his lips quirk up at the joke. “Absolutely.”