Not so much in the strength or stamina or charisma or looks or any of the important Superman ways.
It was just that, occasionally, he did find himself in need of, not so much a telephone booth, but a back alley. Quiet, dark, secluded. The Trans Am sparkled in the morning sunshine, right up until it found an alley that fit the bill. It pulled in, but it was a human that walked out - or at least, someone near human enough.
A human with a laptop bag, a briefcase, a sheaf of papers and a flash drive in one hand and a large cup of coffee in the other. He looked very harried and very hurried, with his tie askew and a concerned look on his face. He wasn't normally the kind to be late for anything, but the past few weeks had been particularly rough, and he was only now getting back into the hang of things.
He was also in danger of dropping everything he was carrying in his rush. The only bench available was occupied, but he couldn't be worried about that. He'd only take the end, and only be there just long enough to gather his belongings, gather his thoughts, and compose himself. Other than the coffee, he let everything in his arms slide onto the bench seat, taking a deep breath before offering the woman sitting there a brief, tight smile.