I drove down the street, I drive down this Street once every week or two to check on Wayne Financial see how its going. But today I drive down the street which is now covered in rubble, bodies, ashes, pieces of what seems like an alien space ship. I never thought this would happen, as a scientist this should make me want to scream in excitement but now I'm screaming in fear, which is not something I've done in a long time. I eventually reach a barricade but not of fences but of people crying and dying, I stop my car and outstep into a dust filled explosion of hell, I always have been an advocate against elitism, I hate when the rich strong-arm the poor, probably not to the extent of Oliver Queen, as I have a secret identity to protect, but I do hold the same stance.

So moments like this humble me, regardless of financial strength all who are in this section of the city are on the same playing field, we're all dammed together.

I pick up my phone, place it in the palm of my hand, I made this phone and championed it for being strong and never scratching. It's ironic looking at the buildings crumbling around me, it's like paper in my hand. The power that humans have is so small compared to what can happen. Anyways so I dial the number, the number of the manager of the Wayne Financial building here in Metropolis, the manager is named Jack, Jack Drake. He's been my friend since childhood I've taken care of his son Tim when he and his wife had a business trip to go to or something. My eldest loves the kid, the little brother he never had, I beg that i don't have to be the one to break it to break it to the 12 year old boy, that I was the last person to speak to his father.

Despite all the hell around me and that I probably should be talking cover from falling debri, I still call him while starring at the building a few blocks away, he picked up in a panic.

"Jack, Jack where are you? Are you in the building?" I call out amongst the ear bleeding nightmare that was Metropolis.

"Bruce, I'm sorry the stairwell was closed off listen to me, please take care of my son, please Bruce please…" Jack said before a meteor shower decided to destroy the building.

I looked at the sign fall, and crush through the road, it was heading towards me destroying Lexcorp trucks and slicing a family in half. I just stared as it rampages throughout the street, I wanted it, I wanted it to come and take me take me back to my parents and to Jason. But I wasn't allowed that, was the universe not wanting Dick to be orphaned twice or was my luck just good or bad. The sign hit a car which exploded knocking the sign up in the air destroying a building behind me. All that came to me was a couple stones ripping small holes in my blue waistcoat.

I stood there recollecting, but my skeptic mind can't allow that, so I look up grasping for knowledge. And that's when I saw him.

He through a flying man straight through a tower letting it fold like a set of Lego, he glanced over in my direction and then flew away. For a second there I thought I scared him. I sit, sit by a slab of what seems like a bank, I sat there wanting death but no, I just waited for 3 hours, every now and again a text from Alfred, Dick, Barbara or one of my other friends. I didn't reply, I couldn't, all I could do was sit cry and eventually...

Scream.

18 months later

Metropolis

The streets were fixed, well after 9/11 we've gotten pretty good at it. All I want to do is help these people. Am I that much of an alien that I refer to humans as "these people". So how does the Man of Steel spend his mornings, well first off he hates being called the Man of Steel. I fly throughout the city's beautiful and elegant skyline, it reminds me of playing videogames as a kid except there's a lot more to consider instead of a game over its people dying, not wanting to hit a building or move to fast or too close causing the glass took shatter.

On the other hand, I keep my ears out always paying attention, it's sad sometimes I wish it was just hearing people taking a shit or having sex, but it's usually depressing, I have had to sit through people dying and when Oliver Queen got ship wrecked, but I seem to still hear his heart beat sometimes which is odd, thankfully you learn to block it out. I connect a few different events going on at once and realise.

It's time to go to work.

This morning, there's a police shootout so I use my super speed to take the guns out of the gang's hands so that the police can make the arrest, I don't have the right to arrest someone so I always have to remember boundaries. Next off a window washer is falling off his platform, so I fly to the top of the building then fly down, getting to the same speed as the guy falling and fly him up and then slowly put him down. Otherwise I could snap his neck and we don't need that. And finally which seems to happen everyday for some reason, a cat is stuck up a tree, so I pick it up and hand it to the little girl on the ground, I just hope that was the cat's owner. I then flew off to the daily planet and changed into my disguise which is a suit, glasses, combing my hair differently, putting in some brown contacts and just change my mannerisms which can sometimes be degrading.

I walked out of the bathroom where a worker was coming down the hallway so I stumbled into him, knocking his coffee on the floor.

"sir, I'm so sorry." I said stumbling around trying to make sure I came off as bumbling as possible.

"Huff you're worse then that CSI who's married to Iris West" the guy said walking off.

I just sighed and continued to my desk. Well this is my life, Clark Kent investigative reporter.