He is listless. He is stagnant and unmoving. Livor Mortis Alien veins are exploding like kernels his cape, tattered, caught on detritus fluttering like a communist flag.
He left without finishing that article on the nefarious LexCorp his alter ego was composing as an editorial or the Daily Planet. His last memory being that of the engagement ring he gave her.
He left without saying goodbye.
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