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Technically the press conference at LuthorCorp still had another hour till it finished so Clark decided that he had enough time to patrol Metropolis for a while. He sped back to his apartment and grabbed his suit before zooming up onto the rooftop of the block of flats. The little golden globe span in the distance behind Superman as he stood, stretching his hearing, waiting for a crime.

Despite all the years he had had his powers; Superman found himself accidently listening to snippets of conversations in his searching. "Bert's forgotten to give me my pass again..." - "Two for one on boxes of strawberries, get them quick!" - "Have you seen the photographs of Superman?" - "You're late again Sam." - "Yeah, he's cute. You think he's single?" - "Get out of the way!" - "Who cares? I would anyway. Imagine what he could do with those superpowers of his!" - "Joya Aqua Company numbers are still falling despite our attempt to resurrect the company." - "I'm fine, thank you. How are you?" - "Mmm yeah. You know, I still think he's gay..." - "Can I have extra pepperoni on that American Hot? Thanks." - "Ow! Damn paper cuts..." - "What makes you think that?" - "I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me." - "His suit. It just screams homosexual." - "Tag! You're it! Run, Alice is on!" - "It would be nice if they used fabric softener when they washed our uniforms. They get so itchy." - "No chance, not with that fashion sense." - "Put the car in gear and gently push down on the accelerator pedal." - "Not all gays have a great fashion sense, Jo." - "No running in the corridors!" - "You know what, i still don't even care. I'd still jump him." - "Oh god! Someone help me pull him off!"

There it was. There was the call Superman was waiting for. He tried not to smile as he thought of the conversation he had just heard as he flew across the city. It's not exactly what I wanted people to talk about when I revealed myself but it's not a bad thing. The Man of Steel stopped and hovered twenty feet above the ground, surveying the scene that unraveled before him. Outside a coffee shop a small crowd had gathered to watch what was happening. A tall red headed woman stood over two men who were on the ground. One man was kneeling on a second man's stomach, punching his already bloody face. Superman took no longer in waiting and soared down in a dive, sweeping the attacker up by the scruff of his shirt before pinning him to the wall a storey up. He freeze-breathed his left hand onto the brick so that he hung independently. The gathering made noises of confusion as the assailant seemed to disappear before one of them shouted out that Superman was here. The superhero tried to drown out the hysteria breaking out below as the group of people stretched for a better look and took out camera phones for photos.

"Please don't kill me," the man pleaded, looking away and trying to break free.

"I'm not here to hurt you, just to prevent you harming others," Superman replied boldly. He swooped down to the beaten man lying in the street below, who was being looked over by the woman. "Are you alright, sir?"

"Yeah I'm fine thanks," he managed, wiping his face to rid of some of the blood.

"Thank you so much Superman," the woman breathed.

"Will you be safe from this man if I leave now?"

"He keeps coming after us. He's my ex-boyfriend from high-school," she cried.

"Scooter, I mean Bill, has been stalking Lilly since we got engaged," the man explained, now fully sat up.

"I'm sorry that Marshal had to go through this. It's my problem," Lilly sobbed.

"It's both our problem now, Darling," Marshall assured his fiancé, placing his arm around her shoulder to console her.

"It's neither of your problem now. Call the police and an ambulance if you need it. I'll ensure that he never bothers you again." Superman took off, returning to the still struggling Bill. "You're going to leave this couple alone. She has moved on and so should you. If I hear you've harassed them again, I will make you sorry," Superman warned, eyes glowing red for effect.

"Just get me down from here!" Bill begged.

The Man of Steel smiled and looked at the piece of ice that held him in place. "I think we'll just let nature take it's course." Superman turned and burnt his family symbol into the brick above his head before flying off.

The Last Son of Krypton floated once again above his city, looking down protectively. He loved watching Metropolis live. He enjoyed seeing the citizens go about their lives, all independent of one another but still relying on each other. Each person was having their own kind of day; some enjoying the sunshine, some struggling through. He admired their bravery. Every single one of them were so vulnerable, both physically and emotionally. At any moment they could go from elation to depression. He was impressed by their ability to continue, to persevere. Humans were the most resilient race he had known. He did have to remind himself that he wasn't human occasion. While Superman did enjoy watching the city, it always reminded him that he wasn't from there. He was alone.

Not that that stopped him from trying. As his eyes fell upon that famous building once again, an image of Lois came to mind. She could provide his link to humanity. She could keep him from looking down on the human race and instead look through their eyes. She could help him become one of them. The Man of Steel almost travelled to the Daily Planet just to see her again but he was distracted by a small group gathered far below him.

Superman travelled down and perched on the rooftop of a high school. The scene below him seemed to contain a gang of boys and girls egging on another student to beat up a younger boy. The student looked unsure as he held the younger boy by the front of his shirt, arm raised to punch him.

"Deck him Greg," screamed a voice from the crowd. The teen pulled back and finally drove forward with his fist before crying out. His knuckles hadn't connected with his victim's face but rather Superman's palm. The man in red and blue absorbed the blow so he didn't break the boy's wrist and let it go. More shouts from the bunch of school children indicated their awe and surprise at his arrival.

"You don't want to do this Gregory. This isn't how you want people to regard you. You want their respect not their fear," he told the teen.

"I'm so alone though. I have no real friends. This is my one shot to finally fit in."

"Listen to people and help them, even if they don't need it. Soon you will find people who will do the same for you," Superman assured. By this point, most of the school was aware that Metropolis' new hero was on site and a massive struggle to see the man himself rolled on in the background. The Man of Steel rose up a few metres above them, cape fluttering in the wind. A cheer went up and the Last Son of Krypton had to shout to get himself heard: "Hold out your satchel!"

The teen looked down and gripped onto his bag before holding it out. He jumped back suddenly as smoke appeared as a result of Superman's insignia being burnt onto the leather. Greg's head snapped up to look once more at his hero but he was gone.

Once again Superman surveyed the scene. He was happy that he had intervened. Unlike Batman, he believed that a hero doesn't have to restrain to stopping criminals but could help people to be better. Their principles could be something to aspire to be, rather than look up to the man who carried them out. It was better than being a symbol of fear.

A scream alerted him to another emergency. Superman tore through the sky, plummeting down into the street, only a blur to human eyes, towards to sounds of gunfire. A car was sat outside a restaurant, riddling the building with lead. The Man of Steel jumped from bullet to bullet, catching them in between his hands and absorbing them into his torso. He slowly made his way towards the four gunmen, who had stepped out of the vehicle to get a better shot. One of them paused to reload as another stopped firing to alert the others a road sign out of the ground. He leapt towards them, skillfully deflecting another bullet with the pole before using it to tie the two criminals together and pushing them backwards to know them out. The Last Son of Krypton span around to watch a Molotov grenade being thrown at the shop window. It flew through the air towards a group of people still struggling to flee. Superman sprinted and flung himself in front of the bottle, spreading his cape out wide over the crowd. The material had travelled with him when he had arrived on earth from Krypton and therefore was almost indestructible. The glass shattered dead on Superman's chest and the petrol caught alight. He found a strange beauty in the flames that surrounded his face as he protected the citizens. No one was seriously injured as the explosion burnt out and the attackers stood flabbergasted. They turned and leapt back into the car where a fifth man was waiting to make a get away. He floored the accelerator but instead of speeding away from the crime scene, he found himself flying above the city, weaving between buildings.

A fat policeman sat on a bench outside a police station, munching on a donut and waiting for his partner to finish some paperwork, when a car came crashing down into the street in front of him. Three crooks were slumped over, knocked out by the fall. Superman left satisfied, having left his symbol on a hubcap, and returned to the scene. As soon as he appeared, he heard calling for him.

"Superman! Help us please," shouted out a man who was crouched over a body.

"Let me help him," the Man of Steel said, swooping over. "I'll take him to hospital." With that, he scooped up the bleeding shop owner and took off.

xxXxx

Twenty minutes later, Superman stepped back out of the Accident and Emergency ward, having made sure that the man was going to be attended to. He still had twenty more minutes before he had to return to the Daily Planet, which left him more than enough time to make some more saves. However, just before he took off, something stopped him in his tracks.

Car tyres squealed as a driver desperately stamped on the brakes. However, she failed to prevent her car from slamming into Kara Jor-El, who rolled up onto the bonnet before dropping back off. The metal was slightly crumpled but the Maiden of Might was obviously perfectly fine. Superman heard her mutter something and he ran forward at normal human pace to her before grabbing her arm. "Kara!" he started, surprised, "what are you doing here?"

Kara gave one last scowl towards the car that drove off before turning to her cousin. "I keep being hit by those," she paused, looking for the right word, "vehicles."

"Look, let's get out of here before questions are asked," The Man of Steel whispered. "Let me do the work, don't show off your powers."

"I know that, I'm not a complete fool," Kara retorted, now on the rooftop, away from prying eyes.

"I know that but we have to be careful. I thought I told you to stay on the farm," he reprimanded.

"Kal, I can look after myself."

"Not by my diagnosis. You just got hit by a car!" Superman shouted, exasperated.

"Actually it was my third…" Kara admitted quietly before regaining her confidence. "What gives you the right to boss me about anyway?"

"I'm trying to keep you safe," he hissed back.

"I know how to do that, I've been doing it far longer than you." Kara had reeled onto the balls of her feet at this point and the two cousins stood facing each other in tense silence.

Clark was the first to break it off and he grinned at his cousin. He had always wanted a sibling to argue with and still love when he was younger. He had almost found that in Lois but there was always another underlying tension in those little spats. "I just want to protect you."

Kara settled back down and also smiled. "I'm sorry. I haven't had anyone look out for me in a long time."

Clark recognised the slight change in her tone and the look on her face. He had struggled with the fact that he was alone on this planet since the day he found out about his origins. He could live with humanity as they moved through their lives but he could never be one of them. But at least he had his parents to fall back on; the love of and support that they had given him. He realised that Kara hadn't had that luxury. She had witnessed the destruction of the planet where she grew up and where her parents and friends had lived. She had drifted through space desperately searching for any survivors, any scrap to cling onto. She had grown up and grieved by herself. She had been alone.

"You don't have to go on your own anymore Kara. There are people who care about you here," he spoke softly. The silence they shared as they hugged each other was far different to the silence from two moments ago.

"So, what did you get up to then?" He inquired, releasing her from the embrace.

"I got hungry so I left the farm to get some food because you lovingly forgot to provide," she grinned as they walked to the edge of the building.

"Actually, can I just get changed? Then I might be able to walk through the city without being mobbed," Superman asked.

"Sure, I'll meet you down there," Kara said, pointing to the end of the car park. Kara only picked up his reply confirming that with her through her superhearing for there was now a man dressed in a suit waving at her from there.

"So what's happened next?" Clark continued, after she joined him and they started walking along the side walk into the city.

"What is that thing on your face?" Kara asked, confused.

"What these?" Clark said, taking off his glasses off. "They're glasses. They help people see when their eyesight has deteriorated. Everyone refers to them in plural though. I know it's weird."

"But your eyesight is perfect, much better than humans."

"That's true," replied Clark, replacing them on the bridge of his nose. "But they are part of my disguise. I have to hide behind the persona that is Clark Kent in order to protect the people I love. The whole act of being clumsy and uncoordinated is to stop people from realising I am Superman."

"So I'll need to do that too?" Kara questioned.

"Are you planning on sticking around then?"

"I'd like to. I feel as though I have a reason to stay somewhere for the first time since Krypton was destroyed."

"Good, I'd like that," Clark smiled.

"It's not going to be easy to conceal myself when everyone seems to stare at me," Kara admitted, looking at the commuters that surrounded them as they walked along the street. They rounded the corner and the Maiden of Might could see the Daily Planet about five blocks down from them.

Clark had noticed the lustful stares that men and a few women had given Kara, who was scantily clad by human standards in her Kryptonian robes. "Luckily for you, there's a couple of clothes stores that we can buy some clothes from that we can replace your robes with along this road. We can grab some quickly grab some now, then people will some leering at you."

"Yes, that would be good. Just one thing, what's luck? Is it a god or scientific phenomenon?"

"Oh right," Clark laughed and went to explain. "Err, it's like when a person achieves something or something happens to them through no action they committed but from chance. No deities involved," he explained. It suddenly dawned on him how much he would have to teach his cousin about Earth. For such a tiny planet, it sure had a lot of complications and cultural differences. Talking of small things that contain more than meets the eye, there's Chloe. A little blonde mop had caught his attention, walking about fifty feet in front of the pair and the reporter broke out into a jog to catch up to her. "Chloe," he called out, Kara trailing behind him.

Chloe turned at the sound of her name and beamed at her best friend as he caught up with her. "Hey Clark, how was the conference?"

"I may or may have not gotten' kicked out," mumbled the farmer's son, dipping his head a bit sheepishly.

"That's my boy!" Chloe exclaimed, smacking the man on the shoulder and laughing. She furrowed her brow at the blonde who pulled up next to him. "Who's the tall person you've brought with you to add to the long list of people who tower over me?"

"Chloe, this is Kara, my cousin. Kara, this is my best friend Chloe," Clark introduced the pair to one another.

"Hi, it's a pleasure to meet you," greeted Chloe, holding out her hand.

"Hello," replied Kara, also extending her hand outwards to mirror Chloe, with a slightly confused look on her face.

Then the penny dropped for the petite blonde and she turned to Clark, a shocked look on her face. "When did this happen and why didn't youtell me about it?"

"It only happened last night, just after meeting up with Lois," Clark admitted sheepishly.

"Why-didn't-you-tell-me?" Chloe scolded, beating her best friend with her notepad between words.

"I tried, but you were too busy talking about my love affair with Lois!" Clark cried out, putting up his arms to protect himself unnecessarily.

Chloe wanted to argue back but it was hard to fault the truth. "Ah well who cares?" Said Chloe flippantly before turning to Kara, who had a big grin on her face. "So are you from Krypton?"

"Yes," Kara said as the trio continued their walk. "I grew up there."

"How old were you when it was destroyed?" Chloe inquired, the familiar creases on her forehead appearing.

"Nineteen."

How's that possible? Because you look so young?"

"Technically I'm twenty-eight but when my ship crashed across the galaxy, it kept me in suspended animation for five years. I was finally found five years later when I was twenty-four but I still hadn't aged a day, still in a nineteen-year-old's body. I've spent the last four years trying to find out what happened to our home and locate any other survivors," Kara explained again.

"I need to get my hands on one of those!" Joked Chloe and they shared a laugh.

Clark stopped outside a clothes store and stepped inside the threshold. "Chloe, could you help my cousin buy some clothes and other necessities? She didn't arrive with anything and I need to get back to the Planet."

"Sure, I've got time. Do you want me to start setting her up twitch an identity as well?"

"No, that can wait. Ill see you both later, I really need to go," Clark rushed a little, giving a wave to his blonde companions before jogging off into the crowd.

"Good luck with Lois! You're going to need it!" Chloe shouted after him.

The pair managed to pick out a voice out from the wall of people bustling in front of them. "I don't doubt it."

Author's Note: Heyoo it's a new chapter! So I know I promised that I would introduce Clark to Lois in the workplace this chapter but it seemed criminal for Chloe not to learn about everything almost immediately. Therefore I made it happen. It might also take her mind off Green Arrow/Oliver Queen.

Anyway, I'm not going to make any promises for next week's chapter as I am terrible at keeping them. But I would like to take this opportunity to thank all those that have reviewed so far and for the most recent review/follow/favourite. You are the guys I write for! Would really appreciate it if you took the time to leave your thoughts as it makes my day.

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