[Western Crossover] After Becoming a Metropolis Reporter

[Main story complete. Side stories will be updated irregularly due to work. Please support the official release! Thank you!] [Paragraph comments are now open] “I gained a lot of abilities from my family: strength, mind control, telekinesis, communicating with souls, and manipulating sound.” “But... before that, I couldn't do anything.” All she could do was keep gaining things, only to lose them again. So, back then, they made their choice. The red-haired boy took her hand and gave her a hug. “Trust me, Avery. We'll meet again.” And then, everything started over. “Alfred! A rose has grown in your garden!” The boy exclaimed, astonishment practically spilling from his eyes. “Master Dick, this is Wayne Manor.” That day, an unplanted red rose bloomed at Wayne Manor. Notes: Pairing: Superman. Apologies for OOC. The timeline is a mess, and so are the settings, but the overall setting leans toward BVS, with crossovers including The Umbrella Academy and others. I'd also like to recommend my upcoming no-pairing crossover DC story, A Last Wish from the Sun. Here's the blurb: “He looks so much like the big blue guy! Oh my god! Did Luthor really develop some kind of Kryptonian creature guidebook?” The young man in the red suit stared at the boy lying in the recovery pod, so shocked that he seemed to be vibrating. He ran around his partner a few times, nearly blowing the other's mask off. “Hey, Little Bear, calm down!” “...Flash, stop.” A dark figure walked in, followed by a Kryptonian whose forelock hung over his forehead. He paused, then continued, “But he really is a Kryptonian.” “Rao, I really...” Clark felt utterly exhausted. Diana came up beside him with a smile. “Come to think of it, his uniform is black.” “...Yeah.” His complicated gaze settled on the sleeping boy. “It's a Kryptonian uniform. I have one too...” Perhaps this boy considered Earth his home. *The serious blurb* People killed the sun. In the Fortress of Solitude, a Kryptonian child named Rhea was born. His birth meant the death of his creator. In the howling wind, Rhea witnessed his death with his own eyes. There would never be another Kal in this world. They believed in humanity until the very end. “You shouldn't have died like this.” The boy, once the Son of the Sun, floated in the air. He wore a black uniform, his cape billowing in the wind. The Guardian of Gotham thought he saw him, but those eyes made him realize their hero had long since died. “He left you behind.” “...Yes.” When the boy thought of him, his expression softened. He descended, and his cape embraced him, as if someone had crossed time to give him a hug. “I am his last wish.” “I am Rhea El.” He is the hope in which hope is placed. He is... a last wish from the sun. Theme: Healing one another and protecting one another.