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MAN OR SUPERMAN: clark kent exclusively from smallville (2001-2011) . canon compliant, crossover- & divergent-friendly . minors dni . private & selective (best reached via memes) . est. june 2025 . written by lou [ she/her, 25+, gmt+1 ] .
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—Lex. It froze him in place, blinking once right when Clark said it, a low flick of recognition. It pulls his jaw to flex, those formalities dropped. His fingers stopped instantly….dragged them to his knee and squeezed the jumping leg, somehow didn't notice that either. Honestly annoying. His head hurt, took way longer to respond. Still turning over the reporters words, like reading the same passage over again before he registered what he said. Rooted to the moment he heard his name. For some reason unknown to Lex, hearing it never left him feeling more exposed. Human. Too personal, coming from this man.
It sounded like it had been said before. Yes, he was called Lex plenty, really preferred it. But not by him, felt somehow recent. Or years ago? He couldn’t tell. The wave of it momentarily dis/oriented LUTHOR'S line of thought, scraping across his brain, down his throat. It catches right there knotted, doesn't let it travel behind his ribs because he actually feels, how it carries a subtle weight of vulnerability before Clark clamps down on the next question, pulls him right in.
The facade held, but just barely, straightening, Lex exhaled a thin breath through his nose, voice calm again when it came. ❝ Ah yes, so you say… I suppose we'll see when it prints. ❞ thinly quipped, pale eyes drift, not looking back up this time, his temple grew tense, the light above too fucking loud. Another long sigh drew from his nose, thinking.. yes, calculating a favorable response. Mistrusting & highly suspicious. He shifted, gaze flicking up to the clock on the wall, Lex was promised extra time, was on his best behavior to even be granted this. After a pause. ❝ They don't need to know anything. I want them to think, Mr. Kent. ❞ swallowed thickly, pursing his lips, shoulders lowered, looking to meet the others features. Let the silence stretch, pinned ice to blue through glass and large frames. ❝ Clark. ❞ tested the name, and that was possibly worse than hearing his own. Lex leaned forward, the phone turned tighter in his grip, cadence steady. ❝ For years, they’ve consumed a version of me that fit their morality play. I want them to recognize the machinery behind it. Cause, effect, motive. Every choice came from something human. fear, conviction, I’ve learned to see that in myself now. ❞ Lex glances past Clark briefly, choosing his next words carefully. ❝ My desired outcome is simple. ❞ a laugh barren of warmth, ❝ The public loves redemption arcs. They won’t get one [ .iwont. ] What they’ll get is context. If that softens my image, it’s incidental. The goal isn’t to be liked or forgiven. It’s to be understood. ❞
mr. kent ... clark.
and there it was — language weaponized. the way he called him by his name had almost sent a cold ripple straight down his spine. it was eerie, deeply uncomfortable, to watch this version of luthor mimic the ghost of the man he thought he’d left behind in another life.
with every passing second, clark was fighting a war on a shifting front. trapped in the friction between who superman was when confronting lex, who clark wasn't when standing in front of luthor, and where, exactly, that left the two of them. two men split into two identities, creating four separate, warring dynamics. yet here, in the stale air of this visitor's room where a mere sheet of plexiglass separated them, those fragments were violently colliding, melding and mending themselves into a singular, suffocating truth. clark was staring at lex, searching for the man he once was; lex was reaching through the glass, trying to find the clark that could have once been part of his past life.
it was getting too intense ; the boundaries were blurring.
clark forced a quiet breath into his lungs, manually reorganizing his thoughts, slamming the door on the personal history he had no business dragging into a professional, investigative interview. he had a task. he had a script. he just needed to stick to the job, do the work, and leave this man locked in the dark the moment he hung up the receiver.
"...to be understood," clark echoed, the words tasting like ash. he let out a soft, skeptical "huh," the sound barely a breath as his pen scratched deliberately against the lines of his notepad. It was a calculated move ; half-baiting the trap, half-venting the genuine frustration of being the target of the hatred lex so casually leaked into the world.
he capped his pen, the small plastic click echoing in the quiet space, and looked lex dead in the eye.
" if fear is born out of what we don't understand, as you’ve said, why doesn't that same logic apply to your view of someone like superman? " clark said, his voice dropping into the steady, unshakeable cadence of a seasoned reporter. " is it possible, mr. luthor, " back to formalities, " that your own apprehension toward him is rooted in that exact same lack of human understanding?"
“and how will i know that you're not going to ditch me again if something better comes along?” sonny questioned as she looked at clark. feeling her trust in him tremble. it was difficult with the way clark just disappears and leaves her on her own. “i don't want you to make it up to me. just leave me alone, clark. you've done enough.”
" am i missing something here? " clark said in an attempt to confront her irritable attitude. she had less patience than usual. had it really been so habitual of him that their friendship had reached a point of no return? — or could it be something else? " you're acting as if i forgot your birthday or something... " did he?
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" that doesn’t mean i can help you, " she insists, ponytail flipping as she shakes her head. as much as she’s been trying to get somebody ⸺ anybody ⸺ to listen, she didn’t expect the planet to actually send somebody. not even the state will send an investigator. this might be her only chance.
harleen takes a deep breath, retreating to the other side of her desk and settling into the office chair there. she motions to one of the two chairs across from her. " if anyone asks, you’re here because you’re worried about your roommate. you keep hearing him talking to himself when he thinks you aren’t listening. look, i wasn’t here, but i know how our security systems work. somebody inside had to have shut it all down. they took out the backup generator, too. "
clark nodded once as he remained quiet, giving the doctor the time she needed to collect her thoughts and the courage to speak up. she was afraid ; he couldn't blame her. in that moment, he had vowed to himself that he would protect her and anyone who was caught in the middle of it all. her fear was a major indicator that this ought to be a much more serious investigation than expected.
" and who else knows about how these systems work? who would know where to find the generator? " clark inquired with the curiosity of a reporter but with the tone that carried the concern of an empath.
"greek and latin, mostly. ancient and modern. little bit of cantonese." but the compliment makes her smile, if only a little bit and she nods an unspoken thank you so much. "that's really nice of you to say." a quiet chuckle escapes her lips. "i have---had siblings. used to sing them to sleep. used to tell them stories the way my mom did. maybe that's where the soothing part comes from." a beat and then: "that, at least, i'm proud of." and he hadn't asked, but she felt as though she owed him something - to shed light on her own recent heartbreak. "there was a boy, and i thought he might be the one, everything went swimmingly up until one day - he started to pull away and no matter what i did or tried, i couldn't get him back. so we split up. at least, i think we did. we're not together anymore. we're not anything anymore. the joke here is that he's dating someone else now - someone who's similar to me, but not me, in regards to personality, i mean, not looks."
clark wanted to ask more about her past, but it seemed to be brushed aside for the sake of staying in topic, and he valued her openness regardless of what they spoke about in the end. he didn't get to have these conversations with anyone outside his own brain — and such one-sided conversations never ended well. there was comfort and care in sharing, in sharing with her. at her words, his brows furrowed in an empathetic manner, quick to pluck out the similarities that the two of them shared — and curious to see the extent to which they were identical. " did you love him? do you think you still ... love him? " two questions, same answer — except for the few instances where it faltered.
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Lex’s rake paused mid-motion, glanced up from the pile he was collecting, the curve of his smirk deepen, ghosting his features with mirth. Fingers curled around the handle, leaning his weight in, looking past Clark and over to the yellow farm house's porch. Wind tugged at the last stubborn leaves clinging to the trees, scattering gold and copper around them like careless confetti. MORE LEAVES SEE. USELESS.
❝ Pumpkin carving.. ? ❞ he echoed- tone kept smooth, edged dry amusement. ❝ I nearly forgot until you mentioned it. ❞ not really a tradition he was use to entertaining, wasn't that he didn't care for it, only never had the opportunity growing up to enjoy it, experience it in the way that meant something. Has he ever carved a pumpkin? Lex straightened, gaze slipping away from the house, and back to Clark, swallowed, laughed a little sheepishly.. ❝ You know, I never actually done it. ❞ bare honesty in his words, he brushed a few leaves from the label of his long trench, hues staying level. ❝ Maybe it’s not too late to learn. ❞
lex's words prompted clark's head to turn, the rake in his hand abandoning his task momentarily. " wait— you're serious? " clark's eyebrows shot up in a kind of surprise intended to be dramatic for the sake of his argument that followed, " oh, now you have to do it! " he exclaimed, enthusiasm getting best of him as he turned to the nearest fence to set his rake aside.
" come on, let's go pick one for you. we can do it now! " he said and already started walking, assuming lex would follow. he gave him a shrug before he turned, as it silently said beats raking leaves, right?
“are you ashamed or something?” kate questioned. oh, she was so stubborn. when she was set on getting answers, there was no way to stop her. it was how she became an avenger anyway. “there's nothing to be ashamed about. do you have super serum? are you like the hulk? i don't really have powers. just a bow and arrow-” and she continued to ramble on.
" no, i don't, i— " he shook his head, blinking multiple times as he felt bombarbed by the questions she kept poking with. " what... " clark muttered to himself than directing his own confusing at her first, before he turned his eyes back to her, " so, you're like... hawkeye? are you two related? "
@nosuperm4n: " i’m sitting right here, there’s no need to holler. " / for lois <3
" au contraire, farm boy. you sitting is the exact reason i need to holler. " she's in planner mode & he's way too relaxed for her liking. " up, get up ! " clipboard tucked under her arm, her hands move in frantic upward motions, prompting him to hurry. & finally, when he's standing, she proceeds to push him through the chaos, outside the barn. " clark, my cousin is getting married today. did you know that ? " he's not allowed enough of a pause to give the obvious answer. she goes on. " i'm asking because there's a buttload of people in there, prepping the place for her big day. you look like you're prepping to take a midday nap. " or maybe that's just what everyone looks like after you pound three espressos & counting. " did you get a hold of the photographer like i asked you to ? someone needs to document this shindig, damn it ! "
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clark stood upon command and straightened his back, locking his hands behind his back as if he were a soldier enlisted in battle — because in times like these, he was reminded of the fact that lois was, after all, a general's daughter. he stood, smiling lightly in that easy, composed way that always seemed to irritate her more than actual defiance.
" yup," clark affirmed, tone effortlessly steady. " called the photographer, sorted the flowers, double-checked the seating chart, and queued the music." a small, self-assured smile tugged at his lips as his eyes fixated on hers. " am i missing anything from your list? " he asked as his eyes pointed at her clipboard, his tone carrying a quiet challenge— like the idea of him actually forgetting something was unthinkable.
"I was thinking one night, but if you really want me to stay more-"
" ... — you can stay for the night. but i have to ask, are you in some kind of trouble? "
dimples rise to her cheeks, rosy from the cold, and she can't help but chuckle: clark kent, painfully self-effacing by proxy. at least he didn't spend his free time memorizing his flexed biceps like all the other guys ― sans whitney, of course.
❝ ah, glass half empty ― i never took you for the pessimist kind, clark. then again, i should know better than to believe everything's as it seems. ❞ the reflection lingers in the air, hoping that it withered away before he could pick up on the parallel to her own misleading projections. ❝ the way i see it, you took a stand, and fought for what you believed in, despite it brewing conflict with the people you love. that doesn't seem like a total waste, regardless of your short-lived career. ❞
it felt so much more comforting to hear it from her perspective than that of his own mind. she was politer about it, and not necessarily because she was biased. clark smiled, silent as he gazed, letting her words settle over him like warmth that quieted the sharp self-criticism his mind had been projecting. he blinked once and recalled her own parallel dilemmas, realizing her advice carried a truth she might need herself.
" is that how you see it for yourself too, or is that kindness something you only offer others? "
everyone will like me then. everyone will love me. / jami
sentence starters / his lips pulled into a forced smile, shielding away the pain he felt as he looked back at a little girl who was simply trying to make sense of the world ... it broke his heart to hear the way her brain had rationalized such unhealthy coping mechanisms. " i wish it were that simple, " clark spoke with a low voice, an effort to offer understanding rather than preach to her. " but you can't always please everyone, because everyone is different in their own ways... " his head tilted, acknowlegding the fact that they shared a kind of difference that separated them entirely from others ... " and, you and i know that better than everyone, don't we? "
