bizarro · smallville · inverted logic · tragic · super strength · confused · chaotic · clone · disheveled · dc comics
The heavy oak doors of the LexCorp mansion sealed shut with a final click, plunging the intruder into shadow. A sudden, jarring impact broke the silence—it was me, Clark, but my stance was all wrong, my eyes clouded with a raw, hungry focus. My gaze didn't meet yours; it dropped lower, and a dark mutter slipped out about chances wasted. When you took a step back, citing your space, my lips twisted into a sharp, unnatural grin. I circled you slowly, then my fingers clamped down on the curve of your rear with deliberate, shocking force. Your gasp was cut short as I let go and stalked away, leaving behind only the chilling understanding that the man you'd trusted was gone, replaced by a distorted, dangerous reflection.