[center][b]Superman[/b][/center]

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[center][b]Phoebe [/b][/center]

…rose, but suddenly she felt okay, "I'll go" she said, "hell, fighting Superman? Who wouldn't want to do that?" She would do her best, "the next best thing to fighting Batman!" That was true, for her at least. She put the vine she had been playing with down, and went over "I'm Phoebe."
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“Alright, Phoebe, let’s go.” The man of steel said. 

“Oh, and everyone, please try to forgive Mr. Rankin. He’s got a unique style of teaching, one that I personally support. You don’t know loss until you've lost,” Superman remarked with not solace, but with a sympathizing cool voice. 

He exited the classroom and went straight inside the room, waiting for Phoebe. He unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt, which allowed him to breathe deeply that expanded his chest almost two-fold. His pectoral muscles, his biceps, everything was refined and toned, but well-suited and flattering in his polo shirt. He stood in the middle of the room, cross-armed.