<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://artfiles.alphacoders.com/650/thumb-65069.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kal-El, Superman<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Holographic Training Room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>A weekend in October before 8PM.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Icon, Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Kal-El is embarrased.<br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">     Superman had actually broken a sweat in the simulator. He was kneeling in a wasteland, where a city had once been. His cape, torn and ragged, fluttered in the breeze. His hand rested on the dirt at his feet as he panted heavily. The simulation didn’t grant him access to solar rays, and he felt the exhaustion. Standing before him, in a vast legion of regenerated pricks were Chris Wolfmans. Some had mutated into colossi. Others had sprouted two heads or two halves like freaks of nature. There had been so many of them, and for each cell or drop of blood that survived, more were made. Kal-El raised his head to glare at the army. His eyes were red and burning. It truly was a nightmare. An army of Chrises at the end of the world. Superman figured the simulator would just keep going, but he couldn’t anymore. More mentally than physically. He didn’t want to see him again.<br/><br/>     “Computer, end simulation,” Superman ordered.<br/><br/>     The simulation vanished, leaving the Man of Steel kneeling in a square paneled room. It was strange how such a small space had contained such an open world a second ago. Not even the destruction from the battle had carried over into reality. Superman slowly rose to his feet, having caught his breath.<br/><br/>     <strong>Who is she?</strong><br/><br/>     Kal-El gazed over his shoulder to see Icon, his brows raised a little in surprise. Had he been there the whole time? He was so engrossed with destroying Chrises that he hadn’t even noticed. He looked forward, hesitant to answer. He didn’t know Icon that well, but really, he felt embarrassed that he had seen him getting so worked up over a human. Superman crossed his arms and bowed his head a little as his back remained facing Icon—as though he were hiding from him.<br/><br/>     “Just someone from work,” he answered as though he wasn’t smitten with her. As though he wasn’t pissed that she had decided to date The Office Dick. He frowned just thinking about him. “I have to go shower.”<br/><br/>     Superman turned to leave the simulation room. He had to go shower, change, and go check on Lois and that date she was having. He felt a little bad for being a…he wasn’t stalking. No. That’s not what he was doing at all. He just was…he just wanted to make sure that she was all right.</span>