A new day. Daily jobs began. Kryptonians and other aliens, that blend in perfect ties to them, clutch their respective roles. Shops. Vending tools, food, fun-sources. Farming in natural sectors of their town. Tones of light shaded from their yellow sun granted Kryptonians an excellency in maintaining their games in cocnsistent levels. Its brightness enlightens them out of their darkness.

In the rich-village of Krypton's main content. Oliver and Clark walk down the paths of the road.

"Mind telling me why we're here?", Oliver questions to Clark. The latter hasn't revealed his views as to why they're stepping their sights in streets when Oliver was to model a role in a new job.

"Can't tell you Oliver", Clark shot back. Smile prints in his face. Charmed in hearing Oliver's half-pissed-moan, his impatience.

The two relatives cross-pass people whom greeted Clark with followed gestures, calling him by his Kryptonian name.

"They know you very well"

Clark chuckles, given the fact from Oliver. "Man of Steel. What'd you expect? Everyone needs someone they can look up to". Clark's line was kind way off the platform. A yellow sun staged in presence that shades the sparks of hope around Krypton, giving Kryptonians the powers they can finally access to. So super-powered humans shouldn't rely their eyes on one man who undergoes same abilities as them.

"Man of Steel? Hero of Krypton?". Oliver following up with what Clark's been summing up. "Are you even aware that every Kryptonian has the same powers as yours?".

"I can manage mine very sufficiently", Man of Steel claims. Further proofing it. "Only conundrum in here is everyone's psychology is different. Not everyone regards hope".

Oliver and Clark reach a circular-chamber. An area positioned as centre of town.

"Elevator?"

"Elav-El", Clark claimed, naming the title.

The two enter the chamber. Clark taps on the centre of a solidified metal-cubic house. Driving the duo down, beneath the main surface.

Oliver and Clark leap out from their spaced-room, buying their presence in an underground-town.

"What is this place?"

"A subterranean alien city. Known as Undertown", Clark titled. They both motion forward looking around what's in existence. Techs, gadgets, tools, food, all differing from the surface world. "Me and Bruce upheld a beneath-surface line, serviced for various species, that we felt sorry for after they lost their homes". Hometown residents give their polite words of recognition, to their true hero.

"Has many reasons doesn't it?"

"Exile. Close-call to execution. Sold out. Rent out. Slavery. Captured", Clark sloppily explained, sympathising the very ones who lost their worlds. "Don't want anyone to suffer because they lost a home. They need a life Oliver. Just like us, Kara, our friends".

"Even your disbanded team?". Clark nodded at Oliver's question. Former lowers his head, flashing that very memory he was tempted in speechifying, one he failed.

"What's wrong?", Clark softly-interrogates, noticing his facial peaks.

"Nothing. Let's move on". Clark pursues his hesitance in moving on, but seeing how much Oliver's been throw in his subsequent burdens, sometimes he deserves his space. Clark and Oliver arrived in compass to their end. "So that's my job?". A wooden-shed, attracts in fashion to 19th Century, no sales of set-toys.

"Patience. He marks a cognition of hiding what's beneath this old century junk", Clark accounts. Man raises a digital shaped-card, hailing it close to an odd spot from a wall. An induced portal rose before them. User gestures his relative-in-law to follow him, which the closed-down-archer accepts.

Emerging from the portal, Oliver sought his eyes in clearly seeing many prints of implementations of items, that far surpass many planet's signature-weapons.

"Told you", Clark left in regarding.

A glowing-illumination of blue light fades in front of them. A humanoid flesh.

Oliver poses his fighting stance.

"Oliver stand down!", Clark kindly ordered. Oliver smooths his defense down.

"Who is he?", Oliver questioned. Finger shot at a figure vestured in refined metal armour. Strips of glowing blue pressed around his neck, both shoulders' joint, legs' joint, and limps. His skin burns into white-shade.

"That's Shace. Man, titled himself as a being full of knowledge and integrity", Clark explained. "He's one of the people who's close with our family. He could help you evolve into a better person". Clark believes that his friend could resolve Oliver's true difference, even help him change into a new man.

Oliver stood calm, pondering over having another mentor. Most of his previous mentors fell into the wrong hands. Slade Wilson. Talia Al Ghul. Even his own good friend Maseo.

"I'm fine". Oliver walks back to the elevator, stopped by Clark from taking another step.

"Oliver, you may not like this but-"

"I'm fine", Oliver claims, preventing Clark from completing his sentence. Oliver walks passed his friend, heading for the elvator.

Shace walks closer to Clark. "Is this the man you were talking about?".

"Yes. But he's got a lot on his mind. He'll eventually warm up to you some time". Clark knows someone who can weather him into going down a greater path. If she has width to change his personality.