A small pair of eyes looked out towards a narrow crevice, and shouted in delight, “Superman!”.
Superman dashed out of the cell and found himself in an abandoned warehouse in the middle of the grimiest part of Metropolis. He knew he could not win against Parasite in a fight right now. He had to head north, to his Fortress of Solitude to recharge and plan.
“There’s a child down there!”, Supermahed at Parasite quietly.
Being the morally impeccable superhero he is, Superma down into the heart of the building, towards the rubble trapping the little boy.
“Don’t worry”, the superhero boomed, “I’ll get you out !”
ould be bay minute, so he hurriedly put on his supersuit, having been unwashed and discarded in a er after Parasite’s last sex party. Sure it was caked in cum and torn in many places, but it was still his suit. Superman tied his cape around his neck, hoping that it was long enough to cover the embarrassing rip over his bottom.
“I know”, the blond jock breathed down Superman’s neck, “I have your X-ray vision, too” The heat emanating from Parasite’s nearly naked body was waking up the Krypto
As Superman flew into the sky, finally enjoying a breeze of cool air hitting his face, he heard cries for help. It came from a stru site which was tearing down an old block of flats. With his X-ray vision, Superman could see a child was trapped in the crumbling building.
Normally, the Man of Steel could easily lift up all the rubble, grab the child and fly out. But this is not the normal Superman. Still drained, he could only lift up several steel ns, so that the child could crawl out. Even so, Superman had to exert himself.
As the child started climbing up the well of crete he had trapped himself in, Superman heard a voice behind him, shouting, “Go! Superman, go! You do this!”. Superman turned around. Parasite - wearing nothing but a pair of revealing black gym shorts and white trainers - was sauntering towards him.