LOWER LIFEFORMS
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Clark stared worriedly at Krypto who had taken to lying on the couch, fasting, and whining for the past few days. He picked up his phone. 'I think Krypto might be sick, he's not eating.' Krypto usually ate the equivalent of 12 pigs. 'Do any of you know anything about alien dog physiology?'
He strode across the vast living area of the Fortress of Solitude with its white walls and comfy furniture and sat next to the dog. His phone beeped three times. Each message was varying degrees of helpful.
The first was expected snark from Green Arrow. 'Oh shoot! And here I skipped alien dog day in business school.'
The next was from an unsure but still concerned Green Lantern. 'There's a dog-like alien in the Lantern Corp. I could ask him?'
The third was from J'onn—Clark was still salty about those boots. 'I could just ask Krypto directly. Would you like me to read his mind and find out what's wrong?'
Clark gave a relieved sigh. Krypto would soon be on the path to mending. 'Yes of course!' He typed. 'Thank you. I did not know your telepathy was even strong enough to communicate with lesser creatures.'
His phone beeped before he could even start cuddling his dog. He balked at the terse reply. 'I communicate with you all the time.'
To his annoyance and chagrin Flash decided to reply in the group message. 'Oh snap! The dude scared of fire coming in hot with a sick burn!' Irritating flame emojis proceeded the message.
He sighed. Great. The speedster was never going to let him live it down. His phone rang. He glanced down at the screen. It was the Flash. He promptly pressed ignore and leaned over to cuddle his beloved dog.
END
J'ONN friggin slays! Every...single...time. Clark again putting his foot in his mouth and the Flash is always there to see the Kryptonian get roasted down to confetti.