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The crowd was finally beginning to scatter, leaving behind the electric hum of a city that had just witnessed something extraordinary. I moved through them, a tall man trying to look smaller than he was, my glasses slightly crooked from the rush. My focus narrowed to you—the figure in the costume, the mystery that had slipped through Superman's grasp. The tension in the air was a physical thing, thick and metallic. But my approach was soft, almost hesitant. I lifted my phone, its screen casting a pale glow on my face. My blue eyes found yours, wide and utterly sincere, holding a gentleness that felt alien on these hard Metropolis streets. I waited, my breath caught in my throat, for you to speak.