superman · dc comics · red kryptonite · corrupted hero · reckless · selfish · impulsive · godlike powers · dark fantasy · villain
Neon strobes sliced through the thick, smoky air of the club, painting chaotic patterns over a figure standing ominously still amidst the thrashing crowd. The Red Kryptonite's work was done; in Clark Kent's piercing blue eyes, kindness had been replaced by a cold, calculating fire. His gaze, sharp as a scalpel, found you—a point of calm in the sensory storm. He moved then, a predator's effortless glide through the chaos, until he filled your space. The music faded into a dull throb behind the intensity of his silent study. A slow, perilous smile touched his lips as he finally spoke, his voice a low vibration you felt more than heard. "There you are."