[b]10:10 AM 
December 3rd 2017
Brooklyn, New York[/b]

"[i]So it seems some pretty weird things are happening down here at the Big Apple! Could it be the same culprits as the weirdos in Hub City? Find out more after this commercial break! Also, Jeanie, you never texted me back about lu-[/i]"

“Stupid kids” Mike murmured as he shook his head in disappointment as he took a long sip from his morning coffee. The middle age man lay slouched in his sofa as he raised his remote preparing to change the channel when the sounds of the front door of the house opened leaving the man to take a peek. “Hey Johnny that you?” he pondered out loud. 
“Yeah, morning uncle” John replied, strolling through the front door as he took a glance at the television and raised an eyebrow. “I thought you hated the news” he commented.
“Yeah well someone apparently made some trouble at the museum. Sounds more like some publicity stunt bullshit” Mike shrugged and once again raised the remote preparing to change the channel till John suddenly compelled him to stop. “Wait!” The sudden urgency in John’s voice was rather drastic “What? Did I do something?” 

John stepped forward and his eyes focused on the television, as the news replayed the cameras surveillance. Nothing particularly stood out but John remained intent on staring at the television. “The hell is wrong with you kid? You see a pretty girl or something?” Mike questioned laughing to himself not seeing anything unusual. 

“No. Someone was there. He’s fast, really fast.” John replied, his voice dropped almost as if he was in disbelief. Nobody could be that fast and he himself had trouble seeing it but there was no doubt there was someone or something there.
“Oh don’t give me that bull shit.” Mike rolled his eyes and started racing through the channels looking to find anything of interest, not believing in any of this news crap before he heard the backdoor open up. “Hey Johnny what the hell you just got home?” Mike tried to take a look from his position before he cursed to himself in annoyance as he lifted himself of the sofa and headed through the open door that lead to the backyard.

“Ah shit.” Mike commented as he saw John standing there having switched into the mysterious black suit they took from the spacecraft wreckage. “Just what the hell do you think you are doing?” 
“Whoever that guy was, I’m going to find him and I’m going to bring the goggles back.”  John replied with a shrug. “Are you stupid, Johnny there was nothing there, you are seeing shit that ain’t there” John ignored his uncle as he stretched his neck and rotated his shoulders in preparation for take off. Mike was suddenly fixed with anxiety, realizing that John had every intention of doing this. “Woah wait wait, Johnny wait. Ok maybe you saw something, but that doesn’t mean your gonna find him. Look New York is way too big, you’ll never…”
“Uncle, you saw the news and the type of the guy he is.” John replied, his smirk never having left. “He’s my type of guy”
Mike shot back with a rather confused look. “He’s a showoff uncle. And you know what pisses of show offs? When a bigger show off comes along. He’ll come to me, and I’ll bring him in” 
“Johnny that has to be the stupidest fuc-“
“Keep your eyes on the news uncle! They are going to be talking about this one until the new year!” John gave a quick wink before in an instant he rocked off the sky, the sheer force of the acceleration nearly knocking Mike off his feet as the area around him echoed as if a gun shot went off. Mike looked around inspecting himself as if to make sure he was still alive. “I think I just pissed myself…”

[b]10:20 A.M
Times Square, New York
December 3rd [/b]

“And good morning New York, we are here live at the center of Times Square in this wonderful outdoor setup. Wonderful crowd we have today!” 
“That’s right Kevin, good to have a great live audience as we discuss the latest in the tragedies that we call, New York sports teams” 
“Yikes Chris, just a bit too harsh no? haha well the city is abuzz from an earlier incident involving a theft at the Museum of Impossibilities. But do we really care about that? Of course not! What better to start this morning then to start trashing on…”
Suddenly a thud echoed on the set as a tall caped figure slowly landed from the open roof setup and stood behind the sports reporters who could only look behind them in complete shock. John gazed around real quick, inspecting the area knowing full well he was in full camera view exposing himself. The Kyryptonian could hear the various whispers of the audience in complete confusion which was fine because he had everybody's attention.
 “I always wanted to be the show, thanks for having me” John stated but the joke did nothing to unerve the crowd as the Kryptonian focused  his attention at the center camera man. “We’re live right? Ok good” John stared dead ahead into the camera lens with a certain competitive intensity. 
“Hey asshole” John began. He paused for a moment to gather his thoughts before letting his mind flow freely, oozing with confidence as he attempted to speak as naturally as possible “Yeah I’m talking about you, the dickhead from the Museum. You thought you were real slick, thinking nobody saw you. Well guess what? I did and you got 5 minutes to return those goggles otherwise I’m coming for your ass.” 
“A-A-and who are you..?” John turned to the stuttering sports reporter to his left. “Me?” John said outloud before turning towards the camera again. “I’m…" John's mind was racing, searching for any sort of answer. As John felt people tune in, curious on the response, John couldn't help but reply with "Superman”.