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Time For A Clean-Up [Open]

The past few days had been mind-wracking for the Man of Steel. There were chunks of his memories missing - a lot of them he knew felt wrong. Something was wrong and he couldn't put his finger on it. At the same time, those missing memories were screwing around with something else - things he wanted to do.

Upon seeing the ravaged City after... something tore through it, well, someone had to clean it up.

The artificial sun's bright and warm... yet, it's not enough to actually put me back at full power. At the same time, though... Superman mused. ...this place isn't going to clean itself up. Better get to work...

With that, the hero began a long and tiring task of attempting to repair the City.

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The Book had seen the damage to the city, of course, first through the eyes of her scanning spells, and then herself, on long meandering flights through its skies. It had never occurred to her to clean up or repair any of it. To a degree, this was simply because she had never known the city any other way; there was evidence aplenty that the damage was recent, but she had no idea whether it had any real ill effect. The vastness of the city, dwarfing the paltry numbers of its inhabitants, made so many of the spaces unnecessary...

But more than that, it was a failure of imagination, of motivation, to do something that was there and waiting to be done even if none requested it. The nature of a Device, and the purpose Hayate had given her, was to aid others in their endeavors. Except in her very specific field of accumulating magical data, she simply lacked initiative.

When she saw the lone man working at repairs she thought all of this, and felt vaguely ashamed. But she could not undo the omission, only follow the impulse she had had, to help.

The woman floated down from the sky and began, silently, to help.

As Superman continued his work, he noticed the arrival of Reinforce and her beginning to aid him cleaning up the City. He was a bit surprised at her starting to help, but that quickly ceased as he came to realize that there were probably a few people around who could do what he could and maybe a lot more.

"Thanks for the help." he said, a smile on his face. "Everyone's still out of it a bit and this city won't get fixed up by itself."

She shook her head. "I should thank you. I hadn't even thought of it until I saw you."

And besides, when it came to raw strength Rein was a good deal less capable than he. Still, she could move smaller pieces of rubble easily enough, and for a task of this scale even a less able set of hands would still have plenty to do. And perhaps there would come a suitable application for her magic.

"It's strange, though." Superman said. "I swear, I thought there was some sort of... thought of trying to get this place cleaned up from someone else, but for the life of me, I can't remember who."

As he lifted up another piece of rubble, he continued. "All I remember was something about this. Then again, seeing no one else do it, I figured I could start out somewhere..."

Rein looked to him with some concern. "Were you injured at all during the fighting?"

...head injuries were one concern, though his body was presumably quite durable to be able to withstand the strength he was displaying, and from what she had heard, the enemy from the incident immediately preceding her arrival had been capable of some sort of direct mental attack. Some sort of lingering damage to memory sounded plausible...

Ben had been feeling restless during the last couple of weeks, and when he noticed Superman flying overhead and repairing several places and locations, he grinned a little.

Twisting the watch, a large four-armed alien appeared in a flash of light. "Four-Arms!" proclaimed the alien as he went over to the nearest large piece of rubble and picked it up to move it elsewhere. This was their home, like it or not.

Superman, even with diminished super hearing, could hear Ben's call out. Glancing over, he noticed the four-armed creature working to move the pieces away.

"Thanks for the help...!" he called out.

"Not a problem!" called out Ben as he hoisted a fairly large boulder over his head and stomped over to the nearest clean up pile. Placing it down with a loud thump, he exhaled. "Heavier than it looked. Maybe something bigger."

Tapping the Omnitrix, his body grew up much larger until he towered over buildings. "WAY BIG!"

Superman was a bit surprised to see Ben change forms again. It reminded him of the HERO dial and how it could transform a person into a hero of some sort.

"I'm impressed." Superman said. "I take it, though, it's not one of your powers."

Way Big chuckled, shaking his head as he picked up several large pieces of broken walls and set them to the side. "Naw, it's all technological and DNA based. The Omnitrix I wear gives me the ability to change forms at will."

Terry had never been the one to clean up the damage he caused as Batman back home. He was all about action, catching a thug while maybe breaking a wall or something, and moving on. He'd never really taken on much responsibility back home. But here, things were different. Whatever he did had a lasting effect, and he pretty much had to take responsibility. And he'd had a hand in the damage done to the City.

He'd taken the initiative to clean up the City on his own, which surprised him a bit. But it was something to keep him busy that wasn't training like mad. It got him out of the Sensoriums, which was a good thing. So he was there in the city, wearing the batsuit - he'd gotten rather attached to it in the past few months, as it was the only thing he had left from his world - and clearing the rubble.

Superman, however, was one to take responsibility for something. Even if he didn't do it, he tried to help with the repairs the best he can.

Of course, he wasn't used to some of the things on the ship. One of them? Another in the Batsuit. Even if it looked differently, it was still the same Batsuit.

"Bruce...?" Superman uttered, a bit confused.

Terry tried his best not to groan, but pulled off his cowl and turned.

"No, sorry, you got the wrong Bat..."

He trailed off when he realized who was talking to him. He'd know that face anywhere. He'd seen it in person once before, older, but that didn't matter. He'd seen it enough on the news and in old public records to know it.

"...Superman?"

Okay, certainly not Bruce. Just hearing that confirmed that. Seeing it made it doubly sure. He crossed his arms as he smirked a bit.

"I like to hear this story. Usually people your age end up being Robins, not Batmen." Superman said.

The smallest hint of a frown tugged at Terry's mouth at the mention of the Robins. "Yeah, I get that a lot," he said. Something about being a teen just made people doubt him. He didn't really understand why - didn't Static, one of the greatest superheroes in the world, get his start as a teen? And his time period's Green Lantern was only about ten or eleven years old.

Terry was also getting tired of having to explain why he was Batman. I should just start carrying around a vid-screen explaining what happened so people stop asking. "I took up being Batman after the old man - I mean Mr. Wayne - retired," he said, the annoyance evident in his voice just oh-so-slightly.

He hit a nerve. Nice going, Supes.

"Easy, son. I didn't mean anything by it." he said, trying to defuse the situation. "I'm just surprised someone like you would take up such a legacy." He probably didn't have to ask why he took it up - probably something more than just Bruce retiring. "I'm sure, though, you've done Bruce good... even if he is a bit strict."

Of course, he probably had more trust in him than the one who had taken over years ago in his world.

Terry wasn't really mad - just a bit annoyed at having to answer the same questions over and over. And really, who could be mad at Superman? ...Well, actually, he plenty of good reasons to mad at the guy, seeing as he had tried to kill him once, but that was in the past. Or future. Whatever.

The young man snorted. "A bit strict?" He said with a grin, "Kinda an understatement." He did wonder what 'someone like you' was supposed to mean, but he let it go.

Samus ~~like the good little security personal she was~~ was patrolling the cities. She wasn't currently in full armor, as good move more quickly and freely without it (and if she needed the heavy weaponry she could materialize the suit anyway). She still kept her Paralyzer gun in a holster she had picked up in Weapons and Possessions on her hip, but the city patrols were generally pretty quiet around this time. She just had it for precaution.

She walked along, spotting the hero from a bit of a distance away. She recognized him, though it took her a moment to pull up his name. Superman. That was it. Bit of a ridiculous thing to call yourself, she thought. Then again, the whole appeal of costumed heroes and aliases was lost on the hunter.

When she got close enough, she offered a quick nod in greeting to the other man. She wasn't unnecessarily rude.

Superman noticed Samus as she passed by. He remembered her from the Nightmare King incident - took the rocket head on with that armor of hers. As she passed by and nodded, he did the same.

"Good to see you're alright." he said.

Concern for her well being was not something Samus was vastly familiar with. It came with her lifestyle. She raised an eyebrow slightly, but composed herself rather quickly.

"I've been through worse," she almost wished she was lying about that, "But... thank you, I suppose."

She paused. She wasn't one for casual conversation and she quickly wanted to remove the attention from her. "That seems to be quite the project you are taking on."

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