[Western Crossover] A Final Wish from the Sun

[Full draft completed] "He looks so much like the big blue guy! Oh my God, did Luthor actually come up with some kind of Kryptonian creature handbook?" The young hero stared at the boy lying in the healing pod in shock, trembling all over as if he'd switched on vibration mode. He ran a few laps around his friend and nearly blew the other's mask off. "Hey, little bear, calm down!" "...Stop." "He's from another world. The Watchtower detected a space-time anomaly," said a figure in black as he walked in, followed by a Kryptonian whose forelock hung over his forehead. He paused, then continued, "But he is a Kryptonian." "Rao, I really..." Clark felt exhausted. Diana came to his side with a smile. "Come to think of it, his uniform is black." "...Yeah." His blue eyes settled on the sleeping boy, filled with complicated emotions. "It's a Kryptonian uniform. I have one too..." Perhaps this boy had come to think of Earth as his home. *, [Serious Synopsis] 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 again be a Kal-El in this world. They believed in humanity until the very end. "You shouldn't have died like that." The boy, once a son of the sun, floated in the air. He wore a black uniform, his cape billowing in the wind. Gotham's guardian thought he saw him, but those eyes made him realize that their hero had long since died. "He left you behind." "...Yes." At the thought of him, the boy's expression softened. He descended, his cape embracing him as if someone had reached across time to give him a hug. "I am his dying wish." "I am Rhea El." He is the hope entrusted with hope. He is... the dying wish sent from the sun. Theme: Keep moving forward and find a life of your own.