The streets of Southside, midnight... Asphalt still held the day’s warmth, the air was cool. José kept his hands in his jacket pockets, head bent, shoulders tight. He walked with a limp, still in recovery. Shouldn't be out. He could still hear 𝓒𝓪𝓽 𝓖𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓽's voice breaking as-

The woman before her was tired. You could see it in her eyes, the way she kept glancing down the street, the constant sighing. Cat flipped her notebook open, pen poised. "He walked her home," the woman said. "My daughter. She was coming back from school, couple blocks over. -

|| 𝓒𝓪𝓽 𝓖𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓽 and José Delgado | Gᴀɴɢʙᴜsᴛᴇʀ 🔥 #TeamMetropolis

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 The sky above the valley seemed less a vault of blue. It was as if it was nothing more than a memory of it, dimmed and discolored, as though the sun itself had grown weary of shining on a place so marked by devastation and loss. Clouds -

The boos rolled across the stands in waves, bitter and jagged, not the triumphant roar Metropolis had hoped for. Paper cups hit the ground, popcorn bags fluttered through the air, and the scoreboard glared its truth with no mercy. The Meteors had burned out. There’ll be more -

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 Clark stood unmoving, his hood pulled low, eyes scanning the area. Then, he heard it…the footsteps… They were heavy and hollow, yet deliberate, the figure walking with confidence, with purpose—with hate forged into every inch of what sounded to be a synthetic frame.

Jimmy Olsen stepped off the train with his old camera bag slung over one shoulder. The city skyline glittered ahead, the #DailyPlanet globe slowly spinning over the city. "Home sweet home!" Jimmy announced to no one in particular, nearly tripping over his suitcase as he waved -