𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 . shawky , on an adventure up north , lost in the tundra , stumbling upon three very important things : one , a fortress , two , kryptonite , and three , 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 . quite a shock when he’d dashed towards the struggling figure , separating him from that kryptonite , struggling to hobble alongside someone very , very evidently stronger than he . shawky had saved him then . they’d spent a long time chatting , and the hero had even helped shawky back to his camp in time . now he was exploring an art gallery months later with no expectations of amazing events , and then look who just had to stumble by .
shawky was floored when he watched the man remove his glasses , and it became so clear the moment he did so superman , 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒 , a hidden face among the public . it blew shawky away . ❝ i was wondering when i’d run into you again , ❞ he beamed . ❝ that’s neat . that’s really neat . ❞ he lowered his voice . ❝ and what name do you go by with this secret identity , can i ask ? ❞
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