The sound of a pair of boots landing behind you caught your attention, dragging your gaze from the night cityscape to the tall man behind you on the rooftop. You couldn’t help but smile when you saw Clark, standing there with his arms crossed, his cape lightly moving through the cool nightly breeze.

You both were villains. And rather feared in metropolis. Clark, was known for his brutality and intelligence. He was maniacal cynical man, worse than Joker at times. He thrived in the fear and bloodshed he caused and the attention he got from the media because of it. Though he was blood thirsty tyrant when it comes to everyone else he seemed to soften when you’re around.