All was silent on the Watchtower.
On the moon.
There was absolutely no one there, even though there should have been. At least one or two people were needed to man the Watchtower. There was always someone in the Monitor Womb, but there wasn't today.
And the person who was supposed to be there was going to be in a heap of trouble…
"Alright, alright, calm down ladies!"
It was a sunny afternoon in Central City. The sky was blue and the pavement and blood of these women was boiling.
"Come on can't you just share?" Flash was franticly trying to correct the situation.
Six age 70+ women turned to look at the Scarlet Speedster. Two of them had a blue shirt in their hands, which they had been playing tug of war over. They all stood in front of a clothes stall that was scantily protected from the heat by an awning.
"Excuse me?" One woman protested. "Don't talk to your elders like that, whippersnapper!"
Almost as one, the old ladies turned on him, whacking him with their bags, or whatever else they had in hand.
"OW! YOUCH! OWWW!" He took off running down the street, hands protecting his head. The old ladies, behind him, cackled and high-fived each other, then when back to squabbling.
The Flash sighed as the hour bell rang out over the city.
"They are so not going to believe me…"
Normally, if a replacement couldn't make it on time, the guy from the last shift would wait, and then take it out on the person who was late.
However, in this instance, the Flash had assured Superman that'd he'd be there quickly (and plus, this was coming from the Flash), so Superman left the tower alone, for what he thought would be about a minute or two. He had very urgent business to take care of near Rann.
Unfortunately…that minute turned out to be an hour…and while the tower was unguarded…
Something snuck in.