It takes a while, ages really, to convince yourself that this is the right decision. You know you're putting yourself in extreme danger on this world and every other world by revealing that you actually have powers like flight and laser vision and insane strength. But on Krypton you were told that the highest calling you could get was honouring your people, the House of El.
El mayarah, they say. Stronger together.
On Krypton at your age, 20 now, you would have been a Striper, a tech savvy guard in charge of the House of El, to maintain the structure of the kingdom while you honor your title and move up to take the throne. In a few years you would have taken it. On Earth, this prehistoric world, you work in a coffee shop to earn barely enough pay to maintain a small apartment, and you smile at the situation you're in.
It's a drastic 180 from what you were supposed to be doing, and what your apparent calling was in life. But you know one thing still. You smirk at the realization as you step into the late evening sun of this city that is your home, and sigh as you pass crowds of children and couple on the sidewalk.
You were meant to honor your people. It was your calling. And that's the one thing you will still do. You lost Krypton, you lost everyone you loved. You lost your life. And now you will do the one thing you still can. You will honor your world. And you think you know how.
These powers you've been given, or, blessed with, are with you for a reason.
You've decided now, that you're going to use these powers. These gifts. You're going to do what you were chosen to. Even if it's not Krypton. You were chosen to be a protector. A hero. That's exactly what you were chosen to do. That's what you'll be.
You smile behind a crowd, your fingers holding onto your plaid shirt at the collar, hiding the dark blue beneath. It's no suit, not by a long shot. But it's your supersuit. And for now, it feels brilliant.
When you get to your neighbourhood, you know Kal is fine, he knows how to care for himself. You smile and duck into an alleyway, and when your sure nobody has seen you, you take of your plaid blouse, revealing the bodysuit beneath, stark vibrant blue compared to the pale grey plaid you've been wearing. You do the same with the rest of your clothing, and in a few seconds you're in the sky above the city. Pop le are staring blatantly, and you wave shyly. Because this is your city. And from this day forward, you will protect it with your life.
