@svpernovcs | starter.
there’s blood splattered over the symbol on his chest. clark hadn’t realized it when he first landed back at the fortress because the blood up his arm had demanded most of his attention. most of it has dried now and some of it flakes to the floor if he moves too much. it’s not a reasonable thought that comes to him as he sits, but it grips him anyway: was any of that blood lois’ ?? it was likely the pressure of breaking the atmosphere that killed her so he doesn’t think - well. it didn’t matter now. visible or not, he’d live with it for the rest of his life. it’s a stain on his very being that overwhelms him as it mixes with the now obliterated metropolis.
he killed them and he killed the joker and he can’t separate what he feels about any of it right now. it’d be easier to feel numb, but that’s not quite the right word for what swirls in his chest. he’s been mulling it over for hours. he doesn’t hear kon’s arrival because of it but the younger super has never been lacking in presence. clark drags his eyes up from his outstretched hands and blinks slowly at kon.
“ i don’t want you here. ”