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               HERE, JANE FELT AS IF SHE HAD NO PURPOSE. in a universe so vast and expansive, it seemed hard to believe that anyone could truly feel like they had a purpose. but with her work, jane foster felt valid. like her work meant something to s o m e o n e out there. the tyrannical government led by stryker was something else though – something that even science couldn’t truly explain. danger lingered on each corner and jane frequently wondered how a leader could continue with this oppression. the robots crawling around with the aim to murder those they targeted and those who sided with them seemed as if they multiplied by the hour – it was now more that difficult to move though the streets safely. 

              but doctor jane foster had something on her mind, and needless to say… she got a bit lost while trying to get back to safety. so much work for a few scraps of discarded wires, yet they had been all she’d thought about for days on end. but now that she had those, the physicist somehow managed to loose her path in the process. with streets lined in destructed buildings and fallen, shattered concrete, the earth hardly seemed like her home. the stars even looked different than what they were… perhaps somewhere was another sustainable planet – kinder than this one which could support humankind. that was the question, wasn’t it? was there life on mars? 

               jane weakly smirked to herself at her own reference – the first time she felt okay in weeks. yet that grin was quickly eliminated at the sudden sensation of a large hand wrapping around her wrist – hazel eyes widening as she turned to face whoever was responsible. and luckily he wasn’t one of stryker’s. it was obvious before, but adrenaline got the best of her for a moment. with a relieved breath, she ran with the man to the shadow of a building yet felt the urge to peek out at the threats on the street… the way he so focused on even the most minuscule of noises made her think otherwise though. 

               ❝ i’m fine, i just… got lost- ❞ she admitted, a heavy hand combing through her own hair at her words. god she sounded stupid, but her explanation came without much thought. ❝ thank you, i didn’t know anything was close by…❞ but he was one of them – one who was in more danger than she was. brows soon furrowed not in confusion, but worry and slight anger at this stranger who should have been more careful for his own sake. ❝ what are you doing out? shouldn’t you be in hiding? ❞

     clark is relieved that she follows silently, and they listen together. he closes his eyes, focusing on the sounds he’s looking for. the low hum, the footsteps, the light moving of rubble as the sentinel travels. he lets out a slow breath and opens his eyes again, looking at the woman standing with him. she’s short compared to him, with a small frame but sparkling eyes that he recognized from lois - a cleverness. and kindness.

     her explanation is quick, her speech fast, and it makes him smile - that cleverness. when she says thank you he feels a pang of guilt, and he swallows. there was nothing to thank him for. he was one of the ones that could have prevented this - wasn’t this why they were all in 1973 to begin with? to prevent this very future? no. he failed.

    “it’s okay,” clark says, his voice quiet and comforting. he pushes his mind away from everything he didn’t - maybe couldn’t - do to end this fast enough. “it’s the only one around this area right now. it’ll pass.” his back straightens when her concern shifts to him, surprise glancing across his features.

    “i’ve never been one for hiding,” clark says, a small sheepish smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. it sounded so stupidly and unnecessarily heroic when he said it like that, but it was the truth. he had a better chance of defeating a sentinel than a young mutant away from their family did. he shakes his head slightly and looks back up, meeting the woman’s brown eyes. “i just want to help people. the sentinels - i can hear and see them before they come. it makes it easier to stay out of sight.”

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     clark kent is not unaccustomed to different worlds, but the change was never easy. but this change was something different. something more extreme. something more dangerous. the dangers of general zod and even steppenwolf paled in comparison to this new world. what he sees here...

                  he failed. it was over, and he failed.

     he keeps his head low, clark kent and kal-el becoming one and the same in a world that sees only his dna. the majority of mutants are hiding and hiding well, and he spends most of his own time ducking low and searching for stragglers. the ones left behind were almost always small, young, completely alone. they didn’t have anywhere to go like the rest of them, no family to run with or to, no reason to believe that others were out there.

     and he still worries about the sympathizers, like the young woman walking through the rubbled streets now -the civillians with non-metahuman dna, the ones that the sentinels are meant to be protecting. there is a sentinel nearby - just around the corner, it sounds like. and from what he understands about this world the people like him are taken in and tortured, no one can really say for how long. the sympathizers were killed right away. no trial, no torture - a quick end for the ones that got in the way.

     clark slips forward and gently puts his fingers on the woman’s wrist, so as not to startle her and draw attention to them. “quick,” he says quietly, and leads her back to where he came from, stepping into the shadows of a tall, old building walled with crumbling white brick. he closes his eyes and listens. it’s still coming.

     “if they catch you,” clark says quietly, “they’ll kill you on sight. are you alright?”

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Here it is, folks. The purest panel in existence.

Action Comics #761

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this is a starter call !! this kryptonian nugget can’t exist without doing some hero-ing.

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                                                isn’t that kal-el wandering the streets of new york? civilians                                              know them as clark kent / superman and see them as a hero.                                             as far as i know, the 38 year old stands with the justice league                                                            and are rumoured to be pretty selfless & empathetic.

are the dc movies a hot mess? yes. will clark be based off them? yes.

i mean, to a point. his main story will be taken from dc comics i.e. being sent to earth, his life with the kents, his father’s death, his killing of genreal zod, his mother’s name being martha, yada yada. it’s mostly for the sake of continuity and ease.

but i will be taking a lot from comic book influences because damn, i love comic clark. also i love the superfam. my clark knows and cares about kara zor-el and most of the dc heroes etc. it seems silly to take that away so... i’m not sure when all that happened but i’m gonna pretend he’s just known about them for a while,

clark is still not over killing zod. that haunts him because it goes against everything he believes him. it’s kind of a big deal. he has no intent of killing again, and will do anything possible to avoid it. he suffers a lot of guilt because, of course, in hindsight, all he can think is there was another way. so he’s gonna be a lil annoying about that tbh, love him

he is pure and good and kind and if u lay a finger on him i will laser-eyes u

he doesn’t want to be a monument, or treated like a god. he doesn’t even really want to be a hero. he wants to be a good man and to help people. 

remember how martha said you don’t owe this world a thing? she was right. but he is absolutely willing to die for earth and its inhabitants. not out of obligation, but because he loves them.

anyway, be his friend,

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dceu meme: 5/5 scenes ↳ Flight — Man of Steel (2013)