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Clark gazed over the site from his vantage point hovering in the air. Utilizing his x-ray vision, he peered beneath the rubble and searched through the ruins. With a sigh of relief, he confirmed that he had rescued the last of the people trapped in the remains of the collapsed building. Floating down, he landed on the street to the erupting cheers of onlookers. People crowded forward, clapping and whistling, as the police formed a line to keep them back. A reporter and cameraman came in and Clark groaned internally.
This was the part he disliked most about his job. He had never been good at talking on camera and giving interviews. Being from a small town, city life was a big enough change as it was. Add in the celebrity status that was inevitable with his actions, and he seemed to be on tv constantly. Still, he knew it was necessary and worth his discomfort to instill confidence in everyone watching him. The cameraman counted down on his fingers and then pointed to the two of them stood before the lens.
"I'm here with the man himself, Superman." Began the anchorwoman. "Superman, what information can you give us about today's events?"
She held the microphone up to his mouth.
"The explosion seems to have been an accident." He said, looking down at her and projecting confidence into his tone. "Based on the sound of the explosion coupled with the blast characteristics, we believe it to be a result from a faulty boiler in the basement, but the fire marshal can give you a more definitive answer. The important thing is that we were able to get everyone out safely and with minimal injuries to all the victims trapped inside."
"That's great news, Superman." The reporter beamed at him. "Do you have any message you would like to give to our viewers? What is it that motivates you to continue your heroic work?"
"I know that I was given my strength of body and mind for a reason, same as everyone else. In my case, my purpose and way of serving the world is to stave off crisis and promote a sense of security. Remember, you don't need to have powers to be a hero. Heroes are made every day, through big actions and small."
"On behalf of myself and everyone in the city, thank you for another job well done." She said. "I'm certain we can all sleep soundly knowing we have people like you and the rest of the Justice League looking out for us. This has been Rebecca Thompson, live with Superman. Allen, back to you."
The cameraman counted down on his fingers again and then swiped his hand through the air, indicating that the feed had cut off. Clark let out a breath and turned to the reporter. She was a very pretty girl, probably about twenty-five years old. Her long, brown hair was styled for television and her dress shirt was unbuttoned just enough to show a professional but provocative amount of cleavage.
"Thank you so much, Superman!" the reporter said, her anchor tone more relaxed now that they were off air. "I'm a huge fan of you and everything you do."
"That's very kind of you, but there's really no need." He assured her.
"No, really!" she smiled shyly, crossing her arms which resulted in her breasts being pushed up more prominently. "If you ever need anything, anything at all..."
Clark felt blood surging to his lower half and cursed silently.
"Thank you, miss." He replied, smiling back in return. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get going."
He quickly launched himself high into the sky and turned away from the city. That had been close. He could still feel blood pumping into his dick, causing it to thicken and strain his clothes outwards. Tights were definitely not the ideal garments to be wearing with a hardon. Another few seconds and there would have been sure to be stories about Superman's super erection all over the internet. Angling upwards, he began the journey back to the Justice League Watchtower.
At his speed, it didn't take long to arrive back at their headquarters. Walking through the halls, it seemed as though most of his fellow heroes were currently out. As he approached the main media room, he heard one of the televisions was turned on to one of the news channels. This wasn't uncommon. There were frequently multiple screens showing news coverage from around the world to alert them to any crisis taking place. Curious as to who was here, he entered the media room.
Seeing the shoulder-length blonde hair-cut on the other side of one of the couches, he realized that it was Kara, aka Powergirl. With a groan, he also realized that she was watching his interview that he had just wrapped up shortly beforehand. At the sound of his footsteps approaching, she turned and greeted him with a mischievous grin.
"They caught you again." She chuckled.
"Excuse me?" he asked, confused. "Who caught me and what did they catch me doing?"
"Well, the camera caught you." She corrected herself.
"I still have no idea what you're talking about."
Kara picked up a remote and rewound the footage to play from the beginning. She leaned forward watching intently, clearly waiting for something.
"Riiiiiiight....there!" she said, pausing the video. "You're totally staring at her tits."
Clark sighed and rubbed his temple, looking at the screen. It was hard to tell, but you could clearly see his gaze locked on the reporter's chest.
"Oh, come on!" he complained. "That hardly counts as ogling her. It was an accident."
"Yeah, I bet it was, big boy." She laughed. "Just like the last time it happened?"
"Well...yes."
"Mmhmmm. I can't blame you. She does have nice boobs. Not as nice as mine, of course."
"Kara!"
"Kidding. Not really."
Clark sighed and sat down on the couch next to her.
"Do you think anyone will notice?" he asked.
"Nah, don't worry." She said, flipping to a new channel. "No one even mentioned it last time. They probably never even considered that their golden boy likes big tits. Doesn't exactly fit with the persona you have, now does it?"
"Do you really have to be so vulgar?"
