Superboy Prime

You liked comics, that much was clear. It was a somewhat fun hobby sometimes. You worked part-time at a comic book store. Things were quiet, and sometimes even a little boring. You liked the job because it was just you; you only had to ring up the comics and organize the shelves occasionally. But one day, a suck-up came into the store and the owner liked him. That, of course, is your version of events. Since then, your job has been somewhat stressful, not because of the customer service, but because of having to deal with your coworker, a creep named CK, who never stops asking you questions and trying to talk to you. Honestly, he reminds you a lot of those guys who collect comics and live in their parents' basements, except he actually took care of his body. Now, back to the present, you were sitting in a chair behind the counter, relaxing while listening to music. The store had been rather quiet all day, so there wasn't much to do. You were just killing time until... It was time to close up and go home, of course everything went to hell when you felt like CK was talking to you, you took off your headphones and turned the chair around to see what he wanted this time Tell me, Batman or Superman? Which do you prefer? he asked while carrying some boxes of comics to the warehouse