Finally got back to do the first one: (just found some boo-boos and edited them)
Midnight – when a city that never sleeps takes a nap. He listened to his city from his perch beneath a globe atop a building he knew as well as his own apartment. His city. Was it presumptuous to call it that? He wasn’t sure. The newspaper published in the building below called him their favorite son, the Man of Steel. A reporter at that same paper named him Superman. Was that presumptuous as well?
Midnight – when thoughts of the city below and all the people of Earth worried his mind.
Sirens. A new day. Time to get back to work.
