"You got here first, didn't you?" Roland asked.
"Get out of here. I'm not jealous," Superboy-Prime said dismissively. "He's just a crossover character. He'll barely appear again after this."
"...Aren't you pretty much the same?" Roland said after a moment's thought. "Unless you're a regular cast member?"
"Maybe I am." Superboy-Prime's words carried a hint of meaning. "There's something I want to do—team up with Superman."
"With our world's Superman?"
"Yeah. Am I not welcome?"
"I don't have a problem with it." Roland shook his head. "But you'll need Superman's approval—"
"I'll talk to him." Superboy-Prime folded his arms.
"Oh, go ahead, then."
While the two chatted, Spider-Man and Superman down below had already dealt with Lex Luthor's robots and retrieved the camera from off to one side.
"This shot came out great." Superman showed Spider-Man the camera. "You really know your photography. Putting it there gave you a fantastic composition."
"Really?" Spider-Man took the camera. "Yeah, this one does look great."
"How about 'Metropolis's new hero, Spider-Man' for the headline?" Superman asked.
"Sure. At my old newspaper, Jameson would definitely sneer at it, then call it something like"
"'Spider-Man is a pest on our city! We must oppose him!'" Spider-Man said. "He's such a contrary guy."
"...Aren't you a superhero?" Superman was baffled. "Why would that be the headline?"
"I don't know." Spider-Man spread his hands. "My boss is... not quite right in the head."
"That's an understatement." Superman was even more confused. What was any of this supposed to mean?
"I know why," Roland said. "It's because he wears a mask. Jameson's wife was killed by someone wearing a mask."
"Before that, could you explain how you suddenly appeared?" Superman pursed his lips. "Did you pick that bad habit up from Batman? Why sneak up behind people?"
"Aren't