Literary Young Woman with Long Legs

"Clark, are you okay?"

Russell jogged over to the crash site, dug Clark out of the crater, and asked with concern, "How did you suddenly fall out of the sky for no reason?"

Looking at Russell, who had stepped out of a photograph... no, the lively, moving Russell, Clark remained utterly dumbfounded. Stiffly, he asked, "Russell, how are you okay?"

"What kind of question is that? Were you hoping something happened to me?"

"No, it's good that you're okay..."

Clark blinked in confusion. Of course it was good that Russell was fine, but... something seemed off.

What exactly was off?

A moment later, Clark came to his senses. Russell was completely unharmed, so what had all his crying and grief been about? He eyed Russell suspiciously. "Tell me honestly, did you do that on purpose just now?"

Russell's expression turned serious. Just as he was about to explain, a flash of red light appeared beside him, while green energy blanketed the sky overhead. Barry, Hal, and Diana had all arrived.

"Mr. Russell, so you weren't dead. I thought just now... uh, I mean, it's good that you're okay!"

Whenever Barry got excited, he became incoherent. The other two were not as exaggerated as he was, but they also looked pleasantly surprised.

"I'm fine. I already told Clark that."

Seeing the group gradually forming an encirclement around him, Russell knew he could not stall any longer. It was time to tell them the truth. "Actually, you were all just worried sick. Did you see the wings on my back? Heaven and Hell—I work two jobs. What happened just now was like going back to the office to clock in. Once I clocked in, I came back out to handle business."

"..."

It was too complicated. They could not understand it!

Barry