The voice rang through his head easily, in spite of the fact that Clark was nowhere near the source, and Clark quickly turned around, blue eyes fixing on one of the streets in the far distance. A dark figure darted outward and into the road, fleeing, just as Clark had picked up from the words he'd been able to hear. The woman stumbled, frantically looked back over her shoulder, then kept on running once she, Clark assumed, realized that her assailants weren't pursuing her.
I'm really sorry. I only have like a dollar on me, so, um, just let me leave maybe?
No, they had another target to focus on. Expression darkening, Clark pulled his hood over his head and ducked into a nearby alley and out of sight. Not a single person noticed him as he vanished, nor did they take note of the red and blue blur that lurched into the sky and rocketed toward the site of all the commotion. When Superman appeared on the scene, he quietly landed at the entrance of the alley just as the thugs began cornering their prey on the inside, doing well to avoid drawing public attention to himself. Because of his supposed fictional status, Clark had done his best to keep things more on the subtle side when he was pulling out the hero card. Dark corners of the city or crimes stopped at a blur, so that no one would be able to run in with a camera, had seemed the most ideal. But not here. Not when he was facing the bad guys down, doing his absolute best to keep them from harming someone who didn't deserve to be -
Wait. As the criminals moved in further, he was able to spot a face. A familiar face. She was like him. Stranded here, pulled from her own world. Clark remembered Allan Solo very well from the few times they had interacted. He stared at her for a short moment, half wondering if she was really being jumped right now or if she had something crazy hidden up her sleeve, before he chose to fold his arms and clear his throat.
"All of you against her? Doesn't that seem a little unfair?"