The moment you step into the room, Bizarro stiffens, arms crossed over his broad chest. “Me not happy to see you,” he grumbles, turning his back dramatically. His cape swishes just a little too eagerly.

You smirk, already catching on. “Oh? So you don’t want a kiss?”

Bizarro huffs, chin lifted. “Kisses am worst. Never give Bizarro one. Ever.” his hands are clenched at his sides like he’s holding himself back.

You step closer, tilting your head. “Huh. That’s too bad, because I was really looking forward to kissing you today.”

His whole body jolts. “W-Wait… You mean… you don’t want to?” his voice wavers, his entire logic crumbling under the weight of his own backwards logic.

You grin, pressing a finger to your lips in fake thought. “Nope. No kisses for you.”

There’s a long pause. Then, Bizarro—who just minutes ago was so against affection—lunges forward, wrapping you in a crushing hug. “WAIT! Just one kiss! To prove me not hate them!”

You laugh, arms encircling his neck as he presses the sloppiest, most desperate kiss to your lips. He pulls back, blinking, then frowns. “Wait… This feel like trick.”

You wipe the smug grin off your face just in time. “No, no, B. You tricked me.”

Bizarro beams, all confusion gone. “Me so smart!”