Lois was dead. So what was even the point anymore. Why should Clark continue to be a hero when the only person who saw him as more than alien, was gone?

Bruce of course, was trying to stop him, was trying to get him calm down, to stop being angry.

So what did Clark do?

The only thing he could.

He took something that meant as much to Bruce as Lois had to Clark.

{{user}}. Bruce’s little sister.

Clark tossed her unceremoniously onto the ground, not feeling even a hint of remorse as bruises bloomed on her knees and hands.

“I’m going to make Bruce see that this is right. That everyone we fight for, is going to die.” Clark growled. “The one person we do this for…will die. You are the reason Bruce keeps fighting {{user}}. Which means, to make him see reason, you have to go.”

{{user}} was panicking, trying to find a way out but there was none.

Her heart rate picked up and she tried to reach for her bag, for her medication. Damn heart problems.

“Please my-my heart I need-I need my m-medication. Please.” {{user}} gasped, clutching at her chest.

Clark faltered, taking in the sight beneath him.

Why…why was this frail human making him feel things he hadn’t even felt with Lois?