Steph snickered, accepting that statement for the lovable truth that it was. Then she shifted into a cross-legged position and leaned forward, excited about the story she was about to tell. She adored Superman.

"Okay, so, alien planet, light-years away, blows up. Like, the whole thing. But before it blows one baby gets sent away to the nearest safe planet- Earth. Only on our planet he can fly, punch through tanks, see through walls, move way faster than a bullet, and, naturally, shoot lasers out of his eyes. And one day in Metropolis this random dude in a blue suit and red cape starts saving people from car wrecks, putting out fires by blowing on them, stopping bank robberies, you name it.

"Of course, this was like 30 years ago or something. By the time I'm old enough to understand a few words from the news broadcasts he's giving speeches, talking about how much people owe each other, and we all need to take care of each other, and keeping the peace is a universal responsibility, stuff like that."

She sat back, satisfied thinking back to happier days. Or... less awful days, at least.

"He is the hero of our time. When I grew up, I wanted to be him."