"If you really want to help Apulia Moore, why not help her find the key?" Severus said.
The wind from the River Thames cleared Pomona's head a little. She felt that this was indeed a better idea than handing the arrowhead to Apulia and letting her "earn merit."
"But how do we find it?" Pomona asked.
"What other way is there?" Severus said, following the signs with her toward Charing Cross Street.
Such a short distance hardly called for Apparition, much less Death Eater Flight. Even if no Muggle went around with their head tilted up, ready to say, "Look, is it a bird? Is it a plane? Is it Superman?" a rolling mass of black clouds would still draw plenty of attention.
Compared to Batman, Mark Clark from Kansas was a warmhearted young man. He possessed innate superpowers and a sense of justice, the latter of which had much to do with the upbringing of his adoptive parents.
He was an alien, though he looked no different from an ordinary Earthling, and he always rescued people from danger. But while a prosecutor who feared no authority could be protected by virtue of being a prosecutor, a reporter could be fired at any time. Superman's income was meager, and he could only afford to live in a rundown apartment. If he lost his job too, he would not be able to pay the rent. Unless he wanted to end up on the streets, Clark would have to give up his dream of living in a big city and return to Kansas to continue farming.
Clark understood that, even if Superman possessed strength like Hercules, some things could not be changed through brute force.
The earliest Superman showed none of the divine compassion for all living things; instead, he possessed a