Traffic had come to a stand still with the occasional driver peering out of their open car windows. It was a sight to see. Superman restraining what looked to be a girl in her twenties. She was pretty enough, in a trashy sort of way, with wind tousled hair and tight clothes. Hiro's sense of fashion was hardly conservative.
Atlee smirked and didn't bother to struggle when Superman grabbed her wrists. She ceased her attack for the moment. Getting the Man of Steel's attention had been easy, just like Master Hiro had planned.
"Sorry," she chirped cutely, and tilted her head. "I only take orders from one man." Her gaze seemed to darken and the pavement beneath their feet started to shake again. Deep fissures formed in the pavement forming a loose circle around the pair. Water began to gush from a broken main and bystanders were already searching for cover. In just a few more seconds, they'd be launched high into the sky.