In a dark alley

I've a gift for faces. It's quite handy in my line of work. Many's the time I've spotted an undercover cop or a competitor out to get the jump on me, disguised or not.

So of course I recognised tonight's customer. Drab clothes and glasses, but it was him. No doubt. So can someone tell me why, after fighting crime since long before I was born, after saving the city countless times, after being loved and hated and loved again, after outliving Lex Luthor and all his enemies, after visiting the grave of Lois Lane, his only known friend, why, looking bent and weary, but not old, never old, why was Superman buying kryptonite?

NaNoWriMo Preparation - Article

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Get to know your characters intimately. Hmm, I'm taking mine out for Chinese this weekend. For sure. Hope they don't stick me with the bill though...