Suppose Superman didn't become a reporter. What other career would suit him?
Of course, he could make nature documentaries!
"The most wondrous and extraordinary sights in the world are often found in remote and dangerous places, where few people ever venture." Who on Earth could do that job better than Superman?
Secrets of the Arctic, Beneath the Ocean... The titles sound more old-fashioned than the last, and everyone thought this tiny company devoted to documentaries would go bankrupt sooner or later. But then...
Turns out it's amazing!
Batman’s money power remained hidden, its good deeds unsung.
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"I've seen, heard, and experienced so much of humanity... far too much to put into words," he once said in a later interview, his silver-rimmed glasses gleaming coldly. "Only these beautiful landscapes can bring me even the slightest comfort."
"But, Mr. Kent, aren't you still a young man?" the reporter across from him asked with a teasing smile.
"Yes, young..." His gentle blue eyes seemed to hold the brightest stars in the universe.
He saw the bright streets outside the window, the clear blue sky, the roaring sea at the edge of the land, the northern winds sweeping through a boreal forest, and the ice floes of Antarctica cracking...
...Perhaps a filthy, decaying soul like mine should never have been born here.
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I am a desperate man, words without an echo. I have lost everything, yet possess everything.
On my barren land, you are the last rose.
Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair
[Highlight!] This is a reborn White Superman. White Superman for a day, White Superman forever! No primary-colored suit!
No madness, no revenge, just everyday life.
He spends a lifetime healing his wounds.
No redemption arc either, because he's already good. How could he get any whiter? :)
I just really love this poem, so I put it here...
Premise: Fulfilling a plot bunny
