Suspect

The Kryptonian, his clothes in tatters, obediently sat in the back of the ambulance while the female paramedic he had met once before, Cassie Webb, examined him.

After checking him over from head to toe, the attentive paramedic slapped Henry on the back in irritation. "Okay, tiger boy, you're perfectly fine. I really don't know why the emergency dispatch center called us out here."

The slap naturally did not hurt the Kryptonian, but it left Henry feeling helpless. "It wasn't me who called for help. Besides, when it happened, nobody could be sure how many people that bastard might hurt."

"Why don't you check my Kitty too? She seems to have a tear on the back of her neck. Could you put a bandage on it?"

The tabby cat in question was chained at the old woman's feet. Hearing her name, the little rascal opened her jaws wide and let out a huge yawn, looking thoroughly punchable.

Cassie Webb gave Henry another annoyed slap. "I'm not a veterinarian. And your pet looks like she could bite me to death in one bite. Are you sure that tiny wound even affects her?"

Just then, another paramedic shouted from nearby, "Cathy, someone over there seems to have hurt themselves falling while they were running. Grab your gear and go take a look."

"Okay, coming." Slinging her first-aid bag over her shoulder, the paramedic waved at Henry in farewell before heading off to examine the injured civilian.

The one who took over talking to Henry was a young officer preparing to take a statement. Police Commissioner George Stacy stood beside him. "Henry, let's make a brief record of what happened."

There were plenty of witnesses around, all talking over one another as they described the incident. The officer asking questions was starting to