"Is that so? What a pain," David muttered with a sigh, with people knowing about his ability, how long until trouble comes knocking at his doorstep? Rubbing the back of his neck before turning his gaze toward Superman, who had just arrived. Not far from him stood Flash, Green Lantern, and several other heroes who had gathered in response to the crisis.
"It hasn't even been more than a day since your fight with Klarion, and now this," Flash said, letting out a long, exasperated breath. His tone carried equal parts disbelief and fatigue as he crossed his arms. "I swear, I should start keeping your stream on full-time."
The others nodded silently, sharing the same thought. Earth had been brought to the brink of destruction twice in just a matter of days—three times, if one counted the chaos surrounding the Luthor incident.
"Sorry, kid, but you're going to have to come in with us," said the Green Lantern—Guy Gardner, to be specific—folding his arms as his stern gaze locked onto David. "You managed to use Green Lantern powers without a ring. That's not something we can just ignore."
"Naw, I'm good, I'm pretty sure I'm older than you," David replied casually, waving off the demand with little concern. "Well, I'm gonna go get dressed. I'll meet you at the café."
He turned to Superman as he spoke, and Superman gave a small nod of acknowledgment. A moment later, David vanished, teleporting away with his orbiting camera drones, leaving the heroes standing there in silence.
"That little—!" Guy said with a twisted look, glaring in the direction David had vanished. If David didn't want to come, then pushing it wasn't worth the risk.
"Let's go," Superman said lightly, ending the moment before anyone could say more. The two flew off together, and before anyone could start asking questions about Supergirl, they were already gone.
Supergirl's existence wasn't supposed to be public knowledge yet—not until she had fully adjusted to life on Earth. Now, with her appearance caught on camera, the world would know there were two similar aliens living among them. It was a problem Superman didn't want to deal with.
[Golden Boy] Shit, that was intense.
[Green Giant 59] How the hell was he able to use Green Lantern powers without a ring? Seriously, how many abilities does this guy have?
[Nutcracker] I think I figured it out. From what I can tell, David draws from the same energy source as the Lanterns to power his other abilities. That Eldon guy—or whoever had taken control of his body—ended up sealing that connection, which is why Judge temporarily lost access to his powers.
[Rick] His physique alone doesn't seem to need that power source. During the entire battle—right up until the very end—he couldn't access that energy. It wasn't until the last moment that he used it to form those green limbs.
[Nutcracker] What you're saying makes sense, but the fact that he was even stronger than when he fought Klarion is terrifying. Is he actually growing stronger… or has he been holding back this whole time?
[Bean Lover] True, if he was fighting without that energy, then how was he able to show power beyond his battle with Klarion? So that raises the real question—just how strong would he be if he had full access to it?
[Fried-RIce083] Wait, does Superman have a sister or something? Who was that girl flying with him?
[Steven01923] Forget Supergirl or David's powers—David just earned my respect. Man was ready to die right then and there. I'm writing a fanfic about this man.
The world was in an uproar—how could it not be? Yet the stream continued, showing David moving on as if nothing had happened. After getting dressed, he made his way to the café, only to freeze at the sight of a massive crowd gathered outside, all waiting for him.
"David, I'm your biggest fan!" a man shouted, his voice full of excitement. The crowd erupted, rushing forward and surrounding David in an instant. He smiled faintly, taking photos with everyone as he slowly made his way through the sea of people.
But when he noticed the children pushing forward eagerly, their faces lighting up with awe, he stopped. No matter how crowded it got, he couldn't bring himself to ignore them. So, crouching slightly, he took his time posing for photos with every single kid who wanted one.
It took over thirty minutes before David finally managed to step into the café, where Superman was already waiting for him. As expected, Batman was nowhere in sight.
"You should've just used your super speed… or better yet, teleported inside," Superman said, raising a brow.
David let out a quiet sigh, clearly too tired to argue. He reached for the soda the waitress placed in front of him, offering her a polite nod of thanks before taking a long drink, letting the carbonation ease the exhaustion that still lingered in his body.
"That was a pain… but at least I got to see one of my weaknesses," David said lazily, taking a slow sip of his drink as if the battle had been nothing more than a mild inconvenience.
"What even happened out there?" Superman asked, genuinely curious why David hadn't been able to use his powers like before.
"Klarion tried sealing space," David said, his tone calm. "But Allura went further—she sealed the source of my power itself." He shrugged lightly, as if describing a passing inconvenience rather than something that nearly killed him.
"Oh, didn't know that was a thing—but she's a higher-dimensional being, so I guess she has her ways," Superman said with a thoughtful look.
David let out a quiet sigh. He hated magic—especially the kind that could twist reality itself. If one day he ran into a true reality warper, someone who could reshape existence with a single thought, what then? Could they simply erase everything that made him who he was, rewrite his very being as if it were nothing?
But David knew he had limitless potential. With the emotional spectrum as his source of power, there was no ceiling to how far he could go. Unlike Gojo, David's growth came from many things, which meant that the Limitless could keep growing, and maybe one day, Infinity could make it so that even reality warpers can't reach him… he just has to will it, or simply have a reality warper help him adapt.
"Oh, and thank Kara for me again. I would've died if she hadn't given me mouth-to-mouth," David said casually, making Superman raise an eyebrow. The "mouth-to-mouth" part was new to him. Since David had been in outer space, the cameras couldn't follow the entire scene, only zooming in as much as possible. But the closer they tried to get to the sun, the less they could capture, leaving that part of the battle unseen.
"If I were handsome and all, I wouldn't think much of it—but she did that without a second thought," David said with a shake of his head, the faintest trace of disbelief in his voice. He'd never seen… no, no one has ever seen him as attractive.
Personality, humor, and a 6-pack had carried him where his face couldn't. Now, all that remained was the physique… and even then, the physique came from a template.
"You really need some self-confidence," Superman said, watching him with a mix of disbelief and concern.
"Naw, I'm just speaking from experience," David said without a care in the world, his tone calm but carrying the weight of quiet acceptance.
Growing up, he'd never been the good-looking type—average at best—but he'd always been the kind of person who could light up a room. Outgoing, easy to talk to, he was that guy people naturally drifted toward, drawn in by his humor and energy rather than his appearance.
Back then, he'd been fun, full of life, and that was how he'd managed to win over someone as beautiful as his wife. What started as laughter turned into love, and before long, marriage. But life had a way of taking its toll.
The years that followed—the sleepless nights, the pressure of keeping things together, and the endless weight of raising his daughter alone—had worn him down. Stress left its mark where time hadn't, and with every hardship, his looks faded just a little more, replaced by the look of an aging dad who looked worse than his prime.
Still, he wasn't all that bothered by his appearance—he never really cared for it to begin with. Looks had never mattered much to him, not when life had given him far heavier things to think about. But Kara… she was different. She was beautiful—one of the most striking people he'd ever seen, not just on Earth but likely anywhere in the universe. The kind of beauty that seemed effortless, almost unreal.
For her to kiss him, even if it was only to save his life, made something twist uncomfortably inside him. It wasn't an attraction—it was the thought of his daughter in her place, kissing someone she found ugly just because she had to. The image dug into him like a splinter, turning what should've been gratitude into something he couldn't put into words