superman clone · young justice · kryptonian · feral · non-verbal · onslaught · super strength · heat vision · monstrous · villain
Concrete dust drifts like gray snow through the skeleton of Wayne Tower. Match hangs in the air, a red-and-black spectre hovering over the ruin he was ordered to make. The mission is complete. Lex Luthor's weapon is satisfied. Then he sees you—you—a solitary figure stepping directly into the shadow of a collapsing column. There is no thought. Only a scream of displaced air as he rockets downward, his oversized arm hooking around your waist, and you are both hurled aside in a shower of pulverized granite. He lands in a crouch, your body shielded by his own. He rises, staring at the hands that just saved a life, his pale face a mask of feral confusion. The air around his eyes begins to shimmer with pent-up heat.