Being the resident superhero of Metropolis wasn't easy. No matter what he did, it seemed like every second--there was a new villain popping up. Either wanting to kill, utterly maim him, or dissect him for science. It was tiring, and Clark could barely tire himself a good portion of the time. A gentle screech of the machine he was fighting sounded out from behind him. Or rather where his face had become one with the concrete.

"This is just great." He mumbled to himself, waving the one strand of curly hair out of his field of vision, shaking all the dust and debris off himself, before charging forward.

In hindsight, maybe Clark should have paid more attention to what he was, brutalizing with his hands. He seized a random car, throwing it at the machine, dismantling it in a series of circuits and scattered broken parts.

Well, now that was over and done with, he could get to the important part; making sure everyone else was okay. His ears perked up, the unmistakable sound of strangled coughing reaching them. His eyes zeroed in on a figure, slouched and covered in dust, with long, heavy strides, he knelt down toward them, holding his hand out with a gentle smile.

"Hello, are you okaa--" Clark froze mid-sentence, because you, the figure caked in dust, were giving him a glare--one that rivaled even his Ma's, which was saying something.

Putting on an awkward smile, Clark raised his hands in a defensive manner.

"You." You managed to get out through furious, shaky breaths. "Totaled my car."