Here's a secret: of all the powers Clark possessed, flying was his favorite. Sure, it was a vanilla, typical answer, but there was something about floating in the night sky with the moon full, the stars bright, on a cool night that helped steady his nerves and clear his mind whenever it raced with uncertainty or a myriad of other thoughts that kept him weighed down. And, lately, being stuck in this world without any way out, far removed from the ones he loved, he increasingly found himself weighed down with said thoughts. Not that there weren't kind people, but there was no place like home.
He'd been out most of the night exploring, testing the limits of what this place had, and before he knew it the sun was coming out. He was still trying to acclimate to his new surroundings. It was hard to mingle with people who seemed to know each other intimately. He'd met Dick who, clearly, knew him more which meant that time travel was a possibility for some of the people on this rock. He wasn't sure how he felt about that. He also wasn't sure if he wanted to know more than he needed to about what could potentially come, either.
It was the photon blast, though, that had caught his attention. Photon blasts made a particular sound. As did the explosion of boulders. Concerned, he flew--a sonic boom--propelling him forward quicker. He paused, though, as he hovered in the sky as he watched a blond woman shouted and slammed her fist at a tree. With his brows raised, he watched as the tree crashed to the ground. For a split second, he thought of Kara. He waited, for a moment, to let the woman calm (possibly?) before slowly descending but still hovered in the air, his cape flapping gently in the breeze.