"Well, you're superhero. You're something of an American icon. Of course, I always think of Nietzsche when I think of Superman, but it's not quite the same thing. Not that I'm going to get into all that. I was never a philosophy major." Olivia smiled sadly at him. It couldn't be normal being told that someone knew him because he was an American icon.
"Clark Kent, aka Superman, aka Cow..Kal..I'm sorry. I know you've got another name. Marlon Brando said it." She winced as she let that one slip. It wasn't fair, and for all she knew, this guy was a crazy with a hero complex and some strange abilities. It could happen. There were times she was surprised it hadn't happened to any of the other kids. She seemed to be the only one who had gone the way of law abiding and justice seeking.