ɪt's like looking in the most possibly distorted funhouse mirror. ma didn't even make his suit to look that way on purpose. smallville doesn't pay much attention to the big-city news like supes. brows tighten, knit together as he stands facing the other atop roof. he's been carefully avoiding this for years. managed to dance just away from vought's clutches. but for now if attention's on him it's far from maeve, or billy butcher, or whatever tangent he's ready to go off on. “ what is it you want, exactly? ” clark knows the answer. people love superman. people, all over the world, call for him. he's not heard an outcry for homelander. most of vought, he's learned, carefully plan or are assigned to heroism. he can't imagine waiting for the call. “ if you think i'm going with you for vought to play guinea pig on me, you're wrong. ” he's overhead conversations, panicked shareholders. staff who can't tie him or his demographic to any of their supes on record. it's easy, when he's clark. nobody notices a clumsy reporter scrawling notes carefully in the corner. he's made sure of it. he's checked with ma and pa tonight. lois. jimmy. all the people in his direct circle. “ unless you want my help, i'm not sure what reason we have to speak, homelander. ”
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