As he flew, he suddenly cocked his head to one side and dove lower between the buildings, following the sound of a woman’s voice. “Help! Help! He stole my car!”

Then he heard tires screeching and saw a late model car roar down the street. Without warning, the carjacker stood on the brakes and brought the car to a sudden stop. Before him stood Superman in his iconic pose, arms folded across his chest and legs splayed apart. Maybe it was just his mood, but his face looked carved in granite in the glow of the streetlights. Snow fell on his hair and shoulders and simply melted away.

The carjacker tried to back up, but Superman grabbed the front bumper, lifting the car off the ground while the rear wheels continued spinning, trying to move backwards.

Superman shook his head at the thief and said, “You are NOT going anywhere.”