After tricking the item back from Mister Mxyzptlk, Harley could not be bothered to watch his tsundere act. This Little Dwarves looked like a bald old man in his fifties, with his remaining hair sticking out to either side like airplane wings. There was nothing cute about him at all.
She took the Drawing Board and handed it to the executioner's daughter beside her, then nodded at Little Superman.
"Come on, Clark. You're a Superman too, so you know that story better than anyone. You narrate, and she draws."
"Sure, leave it to me." Little Superman patted his chest, and the S emblem did not even tremble. His muscles were just that solid. He walked around the large tray holding the multilayered cake and came to the woman in the black dress. "But my education isn't that great, so I might not express some things properly. Please bear with me, ma'am."
"Oh my, I really am not a painter, hehe. But don't worry, I'll draw it well." The young maiden's face was radiant. Even through the translucent black veil, the delight on her face was visible. She was now testing the Drawing Board's abilities. "Then let's begin. Please guide me, Superman."
Hearing someone address him that way, Superboy-Prime immediately beamed with pride. He actually liked being called that too, but people usually called him Little Superman to distinguish him from the others.
But what was little about him? Whether it was his pecs or his biceps, they were bigger than the other Clark on Earth-0, okay?
And so, Little Superman recalled the Superman origin comic he had read back then, recounting its compositions and panels, as well as its dialogue and story.
He might indeed not have had an advanced education, but he was still a Superman. His memory was