Nick, You’ve Embezzled Again

Manhattan. Office of the president of the Earth United Government. He-El stood tall, his black suit fitted perfectly. Calm and composed, he fastened the buttons of his jacket, then lightly flicked the hem with both hands, shaking off a trace of dust. During the battle in the Mirror Dimension and the return to reality, his suit had picked up some dust. But it was nothing worth worrying about. A flick of his fingers took care of it.