Post by Dean on May 21, 2015 23:27:13 GMT -5
The world spread out before the man, everything moving by at speeds unfathomable to human minds. To be this high up, to see so much, it was truly a gift. Questions had plagued the world since Superman had made his appearance, questions of his mortality, of his morals, of everything that could possibly go wrong, of why he wanted to do the right thing. These questions had never occurred to Superman. Sure, he’d seen the worst of the worst, human beings killing innocents over a difference of opinion, politicians and those with power stomping on the weak to further increase their status, police officers, men sworn to protect the innocent and apprehend the criminal elements doing the exact opposite. He’d seen all this and more, but he’d also seen the best of the best. A man with nothing giving his time to the poor, regular citizens coming together in the face of tragedy, children enjoying the sun on their skin and the wind in their hair as they play in summer afternoons completely and totally innocent. When seeing all these things, all the things the human race had to offer, the potential, he only had one question concerning why he did what he did to save the human race. “How could I not?”
The others, Batman and Wonder Woman, each had their own motivations and he worried about them. They hadn’t seen eye to eye in the beginning, Bruce and Clark, their motives seemingly miles apart, driven there by different life experiences. Clark’s early life, before the cape, it was all about control, he never had to worry about getting hurt, or doing something because it was ‘too dangerous’, his concern was others. In those days when he saw how cruel some people could be, his motivation was to protect them from himself, always turning the other cheek, because he could. Wonder Woman, a warrior princess who, from an early age, was meant to rule over her people, he couldn’t imagine that kind of life. From birth, you’re entire culture, training, everyone looking to you knowing that soon, the fate of your people would be in your hands, the pressure of it all, and she handled it with such exceeding grace. Batman, while Clark’s parents were a rock to which he leaned on when his will grew weak, Bruce’s were a painful ache that never seemed to be filled, Clark fought because he chose to protect the people of the world, he often wondered if, for Batman, there had ever been another choice.
Clark had felt alone for a long time, his life was great, simply to be accepted by a family like the Kents was like winning the adoption lottery, but still, they could only do so much. There was no one else, not one single person that could feel what he felt, see what he saw, as far as he knew, he was the last of an ancient race he knew nothing about. He’d tried to blend, to stand close to the human race and had succeeded for the most part, but still, somewhere inside he felt miles apart. Batman and Wonder Woman were kindred spirits, who but a ruler could understand what is was to lead? Who but a warrior could understand why you fight? Together, standing with them, even while still getting used to the partnership, to realizing that while he could travel the world in less than a minute, he couldn’t save everyone by himself. Now it felt less like a burden, he didn’t have to, he wasn’t alone, while he was still the only ‘Superman’ he was no longer the only defender of Earth, he knew, with every fiber of his being that if and when the day came that Superman wasn’t enough, it would be alright, because the three of them would be.
The others, Batman and Wonder Woman, each had their own motivations and he worried about them. They hadn’t seen eye to eye in the beginning, Bruce and Clark, their motives seemingly miles apart, driven there by different life experiences. Clark’s early life, before the cape, it was all about control, he never had to worry about getting hurt, or doing something because it was ‘too dangerous’, his concern was others. In those days when he saw how cruel some people could be, his motivation was to protect them from himself, always turning the other cheek, because he could. Wonder Woman, a warrior princess who, from an early age, was meant to rule over her people, he couldn’t imagine that kind of life. From birth, you’re entire culture, training, everyone looking to you knowing that soon, the fate of your people would be in your hands, the pressure of it all, and she handled it with such exceeding grace. Batman, while Clark’s parents were a rock to which he leaned on when his will grew weak, Bruce’s were a painful ache that never seemed to be filled, Clark fought because he chose to protect the people of the world, he often wondered if, for Batman, there had ever been another choice.
Clark had felt alone for a long time, his life was great, simply to be accepted by a family like the Kents was like winning the adoption lottery, but still, they could only do so much. There was no one else, not one single person that could feel what he felt, see what he saw, as far as he knew, he was the last of an ancient race he knew nothing about. He’d tried to blend, to stand close to the human race and had succeeded for the most part, but still, somewhere inside he felt miles apart. Batman and Wonder Woman were kindred spirits, who but a ruler could understand what is was to lead? Who but a warrior could understand why you fight? Together, standing with them, even while still getting used to the partnership, to realizing that while he could travel the world in less than a minute, he couldn’t save everyone by himself. Now it felt less like a burden, he didn’t have to, he wasn’t alone, while he was still the only ‘Superman’ he was no longer the only defender of Earth, he knew, with every fiber of his being that if and when the day came that Superman wasn’t enough, it would be alright, because the three of them would be.