Superman's New Image

Superman was in a blue funk. All these years it was the same thing. Same costume; same image. Batman went from the Dark Hero to the Pleasant Hero to the Comical Hero and back to the Dark Hero. Superman was just Superman.

He had a secret identity like the rest of them. He was Clark Kent, reporter for the Daily Planet. There’s a joke in that. He’d put on a pair of glasses and no one knew he was Superman.

“Say, bud, anyone ever tell you that if you took off those glasses, you’d look like Superman”.

No one ever said that.

The costume, the stupid costume. What was Mom thinking about with the cape thing? He always looked like he was storing a spare suit under his coat. He looked preposterous. He looked like the Humpback of Notre Dame. No wonder women ignored him. He couldn’t- hey, look at that babe. She’s really built and it’s all her. This x-ray vision- okay, there were some gratification to being Superman.

The red, white and blue was very patriotic and all but a little out of style. Superman felt guilty voting. He was an illegal alien with the emphasis on illegal and alien. No, he needed to update his image.

No, hip-hop wasn’t going to do it. Superman was way to white for that. Maybe silver and black. He’d look sleek and hip. Yea, that’d do it. No cape. No cape. He made his costume and decided to try it out on the people who knew him best.

“Hey, Mr. Kent, going to a costume party?”, said the 89 year-old ace cub reporter , Jimmy.

“Clark, that costume sucks. It’s really zero”, added Lois Lane, the 103 year-old Fashion Editor.

Huh? Superman caught a quick look of himself in the window. He’d forgotten to take off his glasses.