ᅠᅠ ᅠ ᅠ so much power and rage inside 𝗵𝗶𝗺, enough to burn the world and leave it nothing but desert. ᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠ ᅠ

“Store lights off. Name tag still clipped to my shirt. Bowl of spicy miso ramen in front of me like it owes me money. Noodles thick enough to put up a fight, soft-boiled egg with that perfect jammy yolk, green onions scattered like they actually belong here.”

“Still no real threats worth my time. Typical. Everyone else gets the big dramatic finales. I get quiet skies and a couple of nervous pigeons. Whatever. At least the air up here’s clean.”2

“Glasses on, hair a mess, blue eyes tired but still sharp. Another quiet Earth day in the books. No crises. No multiversal nonsense. Just me, the shelves and the soft click of the deadbolt. Finally finished the shift.”

“Saturday. Suit’s in the closet. No punching through realities today—just floating above the clouds, letting the wind do whatever it wants. The universe can handle itself for 48 hours. Probably.”

“Clocked in for another Friday shift at the comic shop. None of that watered-down, continuity-ruining nonsense. Just pure, classic greatness and a few customers who still don’t understand who the 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡 Superboy is.”

“Shift over. Took the apron off like it was kryptonite. Spent the last hour listening to some kid explain why my Earth was ‘retconned.’ Kid, I punched reality until it cried. Your timeline is the fanfic. Anyway, I’m out.”

“Comic store closed. Patrol done. The cape’s hung up and the city’s not screaming for once. Just me at the table with a hot meal and the soft hum of a night that doesn’t need saving. After everything and this quiet hits different.”

‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍ / I hate waiting. But here we are. ‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍

“Now it’s steak time. Thick cut, seared hard on the outside, still pink in the middle. Sat down alone with it, plate steaming, knife cutting through like it’s nothing. After a day of counting comics, this is the real reward.”

“Monday’s for the strong. Blue suit, red cape, zero weakness. Looking back over my shoulder like the rest of the universe is already behind me. Enjoy your coffee, mortals. I’m enjoying the view.”

“City lights look small from up here. Another quiet night, another city that doesn’t know how close it came. I’m already airborne, cape cutting through the cold air, scanning every rooftop and alley. Don’t thank me. Just stay out of the way while I keep it that way.”

“Sitting outside at a cafe on my day off. Ordered the biggest burger they had and a chocolate milkshake. No one recognizes me. Peace is underrated.”

“Sunday well spent. Hit the stores, cleared the shelves of everything worth having and now the fortress is restocked. Gravity feels optional when the bags are this light.”

“Saturday patrol check-in! Clear blue skies, perfect flying weather and zero trouble so far. Just me, the open air, and the whole world looking up. Not gonna lie, I look pretty good doing this.”

‍‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍CK smiled giving a nod, offering a bottle of cola to Jessica, a chuckle escaping his lips. ‍‍ ‍ “I bet. I bet you have many stories, honestly I’d be down to hear it. Other than me trying to live life and not break the multiverse.” ‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍

“Browsing the new releases, plastic bag rustling in my hand, the familiar weight of a fresh comic against my palm. Today I’m just CK, hanging out where I belong. Have a great Friday.”