...and then Superman.
Sam: *already lost the shine of meeting Batman, wasn't quite as impressed by Superman, even though omg. Superman * Dude, no offense, but your friend's kind of a dick.
Clark: It works for him, though.
Sam: It must. *shrug* Meh. So hey. Hi. Superman, huh?
Clark: I was when I woke up this morning. Hi.
Sam: *grins * Awesome. Like I told Bruce, we um. Always thought you guys were like, urban legends.
Clark: Well, he tries for that. I'm a lot less... I'm pretty obvious. There's a limit to how inconspicuous I can be in red and blue tights, knocking over buildings in a fight with the latest would-be alien conqueror.
Sam: Yeah, but-- *snort * Maybe where I'm from you don't get the same kind of press. Or-- I mean, I haven't quite figured out how this place works so... *shrug * *smile * I also hear that you have a *finger quotes * 'aversion to moral ambiguity'.
Clark: I've heard that. I don't think I do, but you know, I don't pay that much attention to it. I mean, usually it's pretty easy to tell who I need to punch.
Sam: *ohh, dude. faith restored * *knuckle bump * I hear you, man. Aim for the bad guy, right?
Clark: Absolutely. Aim for the bad guy and minimize the collateral damage, then hit the next bunch of screams.
Sam: *nodnodding * Generally we work in a smaller scale, but yeah, that's about it.
Clark: Which scale?
Sam: Ah. *scratches the back of his neck * *hand up * Bad guy by bad guy basis. Restless spirits, demons, that sort of thing. Haven't run into an alien invader yet, though. Me and my brother, we Hunt.
Clark: Mmm. I don't like generalizing by type. I know a few demons and restless spirits who land in 'good guy' territory.
Sam: Nah. These are the kind that hurt people. *shrug * We met a bunch of vampires last year we ended up having to save from another Hunter.
Clark: That works, then. If it helps, Bruce barely approves of his own 'kids'. There's no chance he'll approve of anyone else.
Sam: Eh. *waves it off * It's cool. Approval or not, we do what we do so... *shrug. sort of amused * Definitely get the feeling he doesn't necessarily set out expecting he'll find anyone to approve of anyway.
Clark: Go with that feeling. He's a good guy, once you adjust. The trick is not to be offended.
Sam: I'm not offended. It's more... dunno. Surprised, maybe. But yeah, I guess he'd have to be to do all that stuff you sort of hear about.
Clark: Pretty much, yeah. His kids are nice enough for the most part, though, which reflects well on him.
Sam: ...so when you talk about his kids... I'm guessing, not really his kids...?
Clark: No, no, no. He adopts strays.
Sam: Ohhh. Got it. Like um... Robin. Err. Nightwing. *smiles; that's just... yeah. shouldn't be strange anymore *
Clark: Right, all of them. And pretty much every other vigilante in Gotham, in one way or another.
Sam: *pictures batman as the fatherly type and fails, not that it's a stretch he guesses, given his own dad's tactics of showing his love/training him and dean * *ponders * *oh! * Hey- dumb question. Do you um, remember how you got here?
Clark: I just... came. *shrugs * Believe me, after a while in the capes and cowls game, you stop noticing how you get anywhere.
Sam: Oh. Heh. Fair enough. *damn. another dead end. *
Clark: Frankly, it's probably good for me to be here. I'm a little nervous about magic, and being surrounded by it all the time is wearing that down.
Sam: Yeah-- only magic we'd ever done was cookbook style. Pour the salt, use the right words, burn shit up, and bam. More ritual than anything. This is... different. For sure. *wait-- * *not at all accusing, more curious * Magic makes you nervous?
Clark: Some of it can actually hurt me. It doesn't take away my powers, but it can make me bleed.
Sam: *raised eyebrows * Whoa.I mean, if nothing else on earth does... Yeah, that'd do it.
Clark: I don't exactly advertise that, but exactly. If it were better known, every spellcaster with a grudge would come gunning.
Sam: *absently tugging on the amulet around his neck; dude he knows what it's like to have fatal weaknesses * Won't hear it from me, anyway. You're learning, too, though, right? *granted, he's not superman, christ!*
Clark: Of course! That's what school's for, after all.
Sam: *huge grin * Dude, I have been studying my ass off at Defense. And Charms. And Transfiguration. *even though he should totally be doing some Divination, too, and is completely avoiding it * If you needed any help, I could try. Or I know who to ask for it, at least.
Clark: I'll bear that in mind. I'm kind of a casual student at best - it's been a while since college.
Clark: It works for him, though.
Sam: It must. *shrug* Meh. So hey. Hi. Superman, huh?
Clark: I was when I woke up this morning. Hi.
Sam: *grins * Awesome. Like I told Bruce, we um. Always thought you guys were like, urban legends.
Clark: Well, he tries for that. I'm a lot less... I'm pretty obvious. There's a limit to how inconspicuous I can be in red and blue tights, knocking over buildings in a fight with the latest would-be alien conqueror.
Sam: Yeah, but-- *snort * Maybe where I'm from you don't get the same kind of press. Or-- I mean, I haven't quite figured out how this place works so... *shrug * *smile * I also hear that you have a *finger quotes * 'aversion to moral ambiguity'.
Clark: I've heard that. I don't think I do, but you know, I don't pay that much attention to it. I mean, usually it's pretty easy to tell who I need to punch.
Sam: *ohh, dude. faith restored * *knuckle bump * I hear you, man. Aim for the bad guy, right?
Clark: Absolutely. Aim for the bad guy and minimize the collateral damage, then hit the next bunch of screams.
Sam: *nodnodding * Generally we work in a smaller scale, but yeah, that's about it.
Clark: Which scale?
Sam: Ah. *scratches the back of his neck * *hand up * Bad guy by bad guy basis. Restless spirits, demons, that sort of thing. Haven't run into an alien invader yet, though. Me and my brother, we Hunt.
Clark: Mmm. I don't like generalizing by type. I know a few demons and restless spirits who land in 'good guy' territory.
Sam: Nah. These are the kind that hurt people. *shrug * We met a bunch of vampires last year we ended up having to save from another Hunter.
Clark: That works, then. If it helps, Bruce barely approves of his own 'kids'. There's no chance he'll approve of anyone else.
Sam: Eh. *waves it off * It's cool. Approval or not, we do what we do so... *shrug. sort of amused * Definitely get the feeling he doesn't necessarily set out expecting he'll find anyone to approve of anyway.
Clark: Go with that feeling. He's a good guy, once you adjust. The trick is not to be offended.
Sam: I'm not offended. It's more... dunno. Surprised, maybe. But yeah, I guess he'd have to be to do all that stuff you sort of hear about.
Clark: Pretty much, yeah. His kids are nice enough for the most part, though, which reflects well on him.
Sam: ...so when you talk about his kids... I'm guessing, not really his kids...?
Clark: No, no, no. He adopts strays.
Sam: Ohhh. Got it. Like um... Robin. Err. Nightwing. *smiles; that's just... yeah. shouldn't be strange anymore *
Clark: Right, all of them. And pretty much every other vigilante in Gotham, in one way or another.
Sam: *pictures batman as the fatherly type and fails, not that it's a stretch he guesses, given his own dad's tactics of showing his love/training him and dean * *ponders * *oh! * Hey- dumb question. Do you um, remember how you got here?
Clark: I just... came. *shrugs * Believe me, after a while in the capes and cowls game, you stop noticing how you get anywhere.
Sam: Oh. Heh. Fair enough. *damn. another dead end. *
Clark: Frankly, it's probably good for me to be here. I'm a little nervous about magic, and being surrounded by it all the time is wearing that down.
Sam: Yeah-- only magic we'd ever done was cookbook style. Pour the salt, use the right words, burn shit up, and bam. More ritual than anything. This is... different. For sure. *wait-- * *not at all accusing, more curious * Magic makes you nervous?
Clark: Some of it can actually hurt me. It doesn't take away my powers, but it can make me bleed.
Sam: *raised eyebrows * Whoa.I mean, if nothing else on earth does... Yeah, that'd do it.
Clark: I don't exactly advertise that, but exactly. If it were better known, every spellcaster with a grudge would come gunning.
Sam: *absently tugging on the amulet around his neck; dude he knows what it's like to have fatal weaknesses * Won't hear it from me, anyway. You're learning, too, though, right? *granted, he's not superman, christ!*
Clark: Of course! That's what school's for, after all.
Sam: *huge grin * Dude, I have been studying my ass off at Defense. And Charms. And Transfiguration. *even though he should totally be doing some Divination, too, and is completely avoiding it * If you needed any help, I could try. Or I know who to ask for it, at least.
Clark: I'll bear that in mind. I'm kind of a casual student at best - it's been a while since college.