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Who’s Superman?
A KNIFE THAT GIVES YOU ALL OF CLARK KENT’S SUPER POWERS!
I'm a fan of my adventures of Superman, they made Clark a cute hunk and I sort of dislike this version of Louse Lane...🛎️📆📅🗓️⏰
Farmer!Clark Kent
Farmer!Clark Kent who moves back to Smallville after he retires from being a reporter. He's a bit older now (40-45), and he has a few grays coming in but it's okay because he just wants to work on the farm with animals.
Farmer!Clark Kent who is immediately taken by his new neighbor who bought the farmland next to his parents a few years ago. She's about fifteen years younger than him but he can't help but drool when she comes by in her daisy dukes with her thighs out to deliver a pie to welcome him back to Smallville.
Farmer!Clark Kent who works on the farm shirtless just in case she comes over or happens to drive by. One day she calls him over because her sink gets clogged and she needs help because no plumbers will come out this far.
Farmer!Clark Kent who was fully expecting to work on a sink, he came in in his wrangler jeans and his flannel with a baseball cap on. He was pleasantly surprised to see her only in silk shorts and a thin tank top. He decided right then that the sink wouldn't be fixed.
Farmer!Clark Kent who swears up and down that Ma and Pa kent raied him to be a fucking gentlemen but he loses all his control when seeing her. That's how he ends up fucking her against her couch in the living room. He promises that he'll take her on a proper date after this.
Farmer!Clark Kent who is glad that his farm is so secluded because that means he could fuck her outside and no one would even know. At this point, he's had her in the barn, the hay bales, and in the tractor. He promises her that he'll give her some babies to help keep the farm going.
Hey, Clark! Your nerdy goth husband GMO’d some flowers for you. Happy birthday, sunshine!! 😊❤️☀️❤️☀️❤️
Okay so this is another one seeing if anyone has seen a story like this and can give me the title the name or the link or anyone else who really wants something like this as well whatever man
Okay so I want to get off my chest first of all I've always liked reaction fix where they like react to watching the past the characters life or just really watching like the show or movie so this is kind of in that sort of territory
I'm looking for a fic where the Justice League and their families the ones that are heroes are know that their Heroes type deal you know have to react to everyone's individual life seeing what made them them and all their struggles and tribulations. Like they have to see how Superman always had a hide how strong he was when growing up and all that how Batman how he became the way he is same with Green Arrow Green Lantern Wonder Woman all them including like maybe their families that have been in there for a while like maybe like Jason and dick from the bat family are in there as well cuz they just been on the game for so long just finding out like the not well known stuff about each other
Is everyone who has ever taken a look at my page as of recently I've been kind of obsessed with the bat family that is a hyper fixation for me at the moment so like the bat family finding out all the stuff about Bruce and I'm not talking about like a lot of the well no one stuff like how he essentially dad lore like the craziest dad lore ever that they have to find out about him like how he was tortured by his principle that is boarding school how he was addicted to Venom and how he would go straight fighting for practice and how he was a cat burglar for a bit how he paralyzed the grown man I can't remember the age but he was a kid and all that kind of stuff the stuff that's not really well known too much in the fandom or at least talked about and I know some of my information is a little off I'm still learning this stuff so about this fandom but everyone not just a bad kids have to come to terms they know nothing about that man truly because what he wants them to know and that he had a crazy life before meeting them and I kind of want Alfred to just look at the kids and go you know he calm down once you guys came into his life everyone is just shocked Pikachu face
I know there's probably not something like this out there and I suck at writing but if anyone has something similar please let me know so not only myself but others who have an itch can read it
We’ve all been wearing masks for the last few years to prevent the spread of covid-19 and still could recognize each other, or at least the people that we saw daily, and yet no one has addressed superhero masks that cover like their eyebrows and the bridge of their nose. By those half mask standards, I have a secret identity too. We all do. Except the Karens who wouldn’t wear masks. They’re the villains who want attention from the media. #artimitateslife #andlifeimitatesart
But like seriously, superhero masks are something we should just call plot holes by 2020 after the coronavirus mask mandates. Just think about the whole love square in Miraculous Ladybug. Listen, Marinette, if I can recognize my crush when the bottom half of their face is covered then you should be able to recognize Adrien in what is essentially a pair of sunglasses. Guess you haven’t longingly stared into his eyes as much as the show would have us believe.
There’s also Steve not recognizing Bucky on the bridge before his muzzle fell off (though I will give him a break because his bf HAD been dead for over seventy years to his knowledge) so from now on I will be imagining that the Russos just forgot to show us Steve’s inner monologue of “isn’t that Bucky?? No Bucky is dead :( wait but what if it is Bucky?? I mean Coulson came back. And Loki. Loki has come back many times. Wait okay no I think I’d recognize that icey blue glare from decades away, that’s the Bucky look for ‘Steve I told you not to do the thing why did you do the thing I’m gonna kill you’ except this time he’s actually trying to kill me,,,, oh is hIS MASK FALLING OFF oh is that his mask there on the ground oH I KNEW IT WAS “Bucky??”
And I know people have talked about why it actually would make sense that the lack of glasses would make it hard for the world to know that Superman is Clark Kent but I’m gonna bring this one up anyways because guys we can all recognize one of our coworkers without their glasses on there is NO WAY that Lois Lane a woman who’s PROFESSION is deduction of events which she then reports to the general public cannot recognize her coworker in a costume. If you saw the lady who works at the front desk in a cheerleader outfit you’d still know it was her, but Lois can’t for some reason do the same with Clark?? She does her journalism all day with her right hand man Clark by her side RIGHT UP UNTIL she reports on Superman (which she does quite often, might I add) who is just Clark in spandex and No Glasses™️ and you’re telling me that this lady has no idea they’re the same person??? She works with one of them all day and then is gazing at reporting on the other one the rest of the time and has no idea??? Also I get that Clark is the alias and he’s actually Superman the man from Krypton which is why he makes less effort to conceal his face as Superman because that’s him and Clark covers up with glasses because it’s a clever plot device to show which one is his true self, but can we talk about how he MAKES LESS EFFORT TO CONCEAL HIMSELF AS SUPERMAN AND YET ALL THE PEOPLE HE KNOWS AS CLARK STILL DO NOT KNOW HE IS SUPERMAN???
I’M OFFICIALLY COMING FOR ALL COMIC BOOK ARTISTS, DIRECTORS, ANIMATORS, AND PRODUCERS WHO DON’T COVER THEIR CHARACTERS ENTIRE FACE AND PRETEND THEIR IDENTITY IS STILL IN TACT. IF THE PANDEMIC HAS PROVEN ONE THING ITS THAT IF YOU KNOW A FACE YOU KNOW THAT FACE AND HALF A MASK DOES NOT CHANGE THAT SEND TWEET
I hope the day will come when I can watch it in Japan too…!
when you realize your husband is made of light
Man the quality kind of sucks lmao 💀💀
superbat time :D honestly if someone told me that I’d ship superbat in 2024 I’d would looked at you Iike you were a criminal but now I see it
Superboy AU where the suit is actually a part of Kon. (TW/CW for brief mention of self harm near the end, marked with three ***)
He doesn’t notice it when he’s still in CADMUS, where he’s in a state that’s not really conscious but too alert to labeled asleep- a dissociative in between. He hears the scientists talking, hears the mention of “the suit responds as expected” or “how does he react to this…”
He can’t focus on it when after weeks of experiments and tests and “Look here, Project 13” he’s being rescued (what was there to be rescued from, what’s going on-)
But when things calm down, and he’s brought to the Watchtower’s medbay and someone goes to remove the suit so they can perform a checkup, he flinches away because that hurt*.
All too suddenly he’s aware of being able to feel the suit. It doesn’t feel like a coat, doesn’t feel like a blanket, it feels like him.
He becomes aware of how it aches, how he can feel the AC on him even though he should be covered.
A quick examination just confirms it: his suit is like a second skin.
It’s full of nerves, veins, even a few thin layers of muscle. There’s no bone, but it’s too soft and flexible to be cartilage. It seems weaker than the rest of him, somehow, old bruises able to be seen if you’re looking for them.
***When he’s left alone for the night, legs still strapped to the medical bed because (he’s dangerous and untrustworthy and was made by Luthor) he thrashed around in a panic earlier, he finds a scalpel left on a try at his bedside and runs it across his chest (hard, because even though he’s not Superman he’s damn well close).
He doesn’t know if he cries when blood rises and trails after the scalpel.
He doesn’t know how he feels when weeks later, there’s still a faint scar.
*I’m not 100% sure how it works in the comics, but to me just because you’re near indestructible/invulnerable, that doesn’t mean you can’t feel pain. I’m sure there’d be a higher tolerance to it, but considering Kon would only be a few weeks old/out of the tube at this point, he hasn’t built up that resistance yet.
Also I am well aware that a scalpel would not work on Kon, let alone Clark, but maybe it’s a kryptonite infused scalpel for emergencies.
Jason, kissing Roy: Hey sweetheart.
Roy, kissing back: What’s up, babe.
Oliver: Did we miss something?
Dick: Oh, no no, they’re just playing a game, no biggie.
Bruce: What game?
Tim: It’s called gay chicken. The point of the game is for two guys to pretend to be gay together for as long as possible.
Damian: and whoever chickens out first loses.
Clark: And how long has it been since they are, uh… pretending?
Dick: Three weeks.
Bruce:
Oliver:
Roy (Arsenal), leaning over: They’re pretty stubborn.
*** Later***
Jason: no but seriously, did you see their faces?
Roy: I knOw. Ollie looked like he wanted to cry *laughs*
Jason, looking at Roy: now we just have to tell them that we are dating, not playing gay chicken.
Roy: *sigh* Ollie's going to have a stroke.
Clark Kent Praises and Tries to Keep You Quiet
Pairing: Clark Kent x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, praise kink, keeping quiet, size kink, moaning, Clark being a gentle giant
A/N: This big beautiful himbo lives rent free in my brain.
"Baby, I need you to keep it down a little. Jimmy just went to sleep." The times you fucked in at Clark's place were far and few between as it was only done if both of you were so horny you couldn't hold out. The two of you barely made it to the living room before Clark thrust his cock into your pussy and lifted you into the air, one hand at the back of your neck, the other in the middle of your back, and your legs wrapped tight around his broad hips. He couldn't keep his lips away from yours, not only to quiet you but also because he missed you so damn much through the day, he couldn't help himself.
Keeping your noises down was easier when you had his lips to keep your occupied but when Clark moved down your neck and took a nipple into his mouth you had to try really hard to keep quiet. There was also the splitting feeling of his cock ramming into your pussy as it kept clenching impossibly tighter around him, the wonderful warm feeling that made him moan as well, but then again you found out very early into your relationship that he couldn't stay quiet around you.
It was a real conundrum for the both of you. You loved hearing each other's noises, whines, praise and whimpers but at the same time you needed to keep each other quiet so you wouldn't wake his roommate up and have Clark face eternal teasing as a result.
"Bit more sweetheart, just a bit more. Stay quiet for me okay? Damn it, you feel so amazing around my cock." Clark begged, slamming his cock balls deep inside of you, lips on yours in an instance, a kiss that silenced the resulting moans the best as it could. You almost bit his tongue as a reaction as your orgasm hit you, every part of your body going tense and then fully slack in his muscular arms, including your legs which now dangled at his sides.
He kept moving, hips a blur, balls smacking against you, moaning into your mouth, kissing you with every ounce of passion and love he had to give. Clark was a big man, he had a lot to give, not just his feelings but his cum too which painted your inner walls in rapid waves. He floated you both onto the couch when he was done, his arms keeping you close to his warm both, his kisses now much more gentle, "I think you were louder. You might wanna look into buying your own place if you wanna keep doing this Clark."
His chest rose and feel with a big, content, happy sigh, his cock still snug inside your pussy, "I'll see what I can do about both those things. In the morning." You wanted to tell him that the Sun was almost up anyway but he looked to comfortable to disturb. You could cuddle for a bit longer.
Silvery Moon
Attn: Any questions about this post refer here.
Word Count: 1,707
Pairing: Werewolf! Clark Kent x Reader
Summary: You and Clark have been best friends forever one night he reveals a secret to you.
Warnings: scenting, 18+, oral (female receiving), rough/primal sex (p in v), belly bulge, marking, mentions of breeding, creampie, knotting, squirting
You and Clark Kent had been neighbors and best friends for as long as your could remember. You were adults now and you lived in your parent’s old house, them having gave it to you and retired to a tropical climate. He lived in the farm house, now owner and operator of Kent Farms, the most successful farming company in Smallville.
You were his logistics person, handling all the shipping and freight details. You two were so close people often wondered why the two of you weren’t married yet with a yard full of kids. Honestly you often wondered the same. You’d loved Clark for so many years now, and sometimes it felt like he loved you too, but he kept you at arm’s length for some reason. It made you ache, but you knew just as well as anyone else you can’t make someone love you.
You two pretty much knew everything about one another aside from one thing. You had no idea where Clark went for about a week every month. He made sure someone knew how to run things in his absence but never gave a single hint of where he’d be.
The week was upon you and like always poof, he was gone. You’d gotten used to it over the years but you couldn’t help but wonder why all the mystery surrounding his monthly sabbaticals.
That night you sat out in your porch, looking a the huge silvery moon and could hear a wolf howling in the distance. It was late and you figured now was as good a time as any for bed so you headed in and fell into a deep sleep. You’d been out a few hours when you heard frantic knocking at your door. It startled and disoriented you so badly you hadn’t even thought to cover yourself before you threw open the door, so there you stood in your thin tank top and panties in front of a very disheveled Clark.
“Clark what- what’s wrong?,” you said, taking him in. He was shirtless, pants legs all torn, his hair and beard had a few twigs of debris in them, and a thin sheen of sweat covered his entire body. When you looked into his eyes his baby blues seemed to be alight, although perhaps that was just a trick of the bright moonlight shining over him. “Clark,” you whispered.
He seemed to snap out of his trance and advanced on you, backing you into the wall in your entryway, caging you between his arms. He buried his face in your neck and inhaled deeply. A deep growl rumbled from his chest. “You smell so good Butterfly. Always smell so good,” he rasped as the hair of his beard tickled your skin. You gasped when he pressed his hips into yours and you felt his hard cock against you. “Clark, what’s going on?,” you asked taking his face in your hands. You looked into his eyes and they were definitely glowing.
You looked at him confusedly. “I need to leave,” he said through gritted teeth. “Why?,” you asked. “Because of what I am and what you are to me,” he strained. “What do you mean?,” you asked, desperate to understand. “I’m a werewolf, Butterfly. It’s why I go away during the full moon. It’s why I stay away for a week, while I’m in rut,” he panted as he rocked his hips into yours gently. You were still just as confused as ever when he leaned in an inhaled your scent again, groaning deeply. His fingers flexed so hard against the wall he was digging into it.
“I- it’s okay, Clark,” you assured him. You didn’t care what he was, you still loved him. “You don’t understand. You’re my mate. I’ve kept myself away because I don’t want to hurt you,” he said. “Clark, you’d never hurt me,” you told him. “Normally I wouldn’t but when I’m like this… Once I start I won’t be able to be gentle, Butterfly. I won’t be able to make love to you like I’d like to. All there’ll be is need. Need to bury myself deep into you, need to mark you, need to breed you. Usually I chain myself up, use toys, and wish like hell they were you, but tonight I broke loose. I ran away but I could still smell you, and now here I am, exactly where I shouldn’t be,” he told you.
“Or maybe it’s right where you should be,” you breathed, everything suddenly making so much sense to you now. All the years of longing for him, needing him. No way you were going to let him go now. “You’d have me like this?,” he asked as he cupped your jaw, his touch setting your skin on fire. “I’d have you any way you are Clark. I love you. I’ve always loved you,” you said as you clung to him.
“I’ve always loved you too,” he said before crashing his lips into yours with a bruising kiss. He lifted you from the floor, you wrapping your legs around him, as he carried you to the bedroom. He ripped your clothes off before ridding himself of his pants. When you saw his cock your heart rate accelerated. “I’m not sure it’ll fit,” you told him, as you ran your hands over it. You noticed the distinct bump all the way around the base of it. “What’s this?,” you asked. “My knot. You’ll take it, and all the rest of me, Butterfly. It was meant for you, and your soaked little pussy was meant for me. I can smell how wet you are already,” he groaned as he got on top of you.
He kissed your lips, then your neck. He took some time sucking and nipping at your breasts before all but shoving his tongue into your cunt. “Clark,” you moaned. “Mmmm,” he groaned, sending the vibration through you. He lapped up to your clit before returning to your entrance. “Best thing I’ve ever tasted,” he murmured before diving back in. He began stroking your clit with his thumb while somehow shoving his tongue deeper into you. “Uhhh Clark. I’m gonna come,“ you keened. “Come on my mouth,” he encouraged before continuing. Just then your cunt clamped down on his tongue, him humming in approval.
He licked all the way back up your body before lining up with your tight hole. He eased in, gritting his teeth. When he got nearly halfway in he leaned back, grabbed your hips and slammed the rest of the way into you, making you cry out. There was such a carnal lust in his eyes that you should’ve been frightened, but you weren’t. Sure it hurt a bit, but this was years in the making, you loved him, and wanted to take whatever he had to give.
He pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back in, taking your breath away. He looked at the way your belly bulged, full with his length and began rutting into you furiously. “Ohh. You take me so well Butterfly. Such a good little mate. This cunt was made for me. Looks and feels so perfect wrapped around me,” he mumbled. All you could do was whine and cry beneath him as you held onto his wrists. You turned your head and bit down on your knuckle, trying to contain yourself when he grabbed your hand and pinned it down to the bed.
“I want to hear every little sound,” he demanded. You whimpered, knowing the beast had taken over. He wouldn’t ease up. He began thumbing at your clit and it helped somewhat. It took awhile but pain finally ebbed into pleasure. “That’s it. Take it like the good little mate that you are Butterfly. I knew you’d always be so good for me,” he praised. He leaned down and kissed you hungrily right before you came, your thighs shaking around him. “Shit,” you whimpered. “I’m so close baby. Gonna give you my knot and mark you when I come,” he said airily.
“Mark?,” you managed. He turned your head and ran his fingertips over the side of your throat. “Right here. Gonna bite into you right here. Let everybody know you’re mine,” he growled. The thought both scared and enthralled you. He pushed into you so deep, rutting in. With a few more thrusts you came again, squirting lightly around his massive cock. He pulled out quickly, putting his face between your legs again to taste your nectar. “Clark,” you screamed as his ministrations made you come again.
“Fuck yes,” he growled before slamming back into you. “Come here,” he said as he snatched you up and sat back on his knees. He slammed you down onto to him as he thrusted into you. You could feel his knot trying to push up into you. “Clark I-,” you stammered. “Shhh, baby. Shhh,” he said between kisses as he continued. His knot finally worked its way in, the overwhelming feeling making you quake.
“Gonna come,” he roared before biting down on you. You cried out, unimaginable pain and pleasure washing over you as his cock began to pulse. You could feel the thick, hot ropes of his come filling you fuller than you’d ever been. “So much,” you groaned in your fucked out stated. He lapped at the bite marks on your neck while playing with your clit. You shivered as you came one last time. He positioned you around so he could curl up behind you until his knot went down.
He held you so close, kissing the side of your face, neck and shoulder as you shook in his arms. “You did so good Butterfly. Thank you. Thank you for letting me have you, for loving me. I love you so much,” he said softly against your skin. “I love you so much too Clark,” you smiled happily. “Rest now, baby. After my knot goes down I’ll get you some nourishment and it won’t be long until I need you again,” he told you. “I’ll be ready,” you whispered before drifting off to sleep.
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The original Superman artist Joe Shuster was rightfully bitter about the huge financial loss selling the rights to Superman caused him and his co-creator Jerry Siegel. Joe was going blind while working as a mailman and living by himself in a ratty apartment.
He made BDSM porn comics with Superman and supporting character lookalikes. Some people say it was out of pure financial desperation and a case of lookalike art that caused this. Others say it was a jab at DC comics for all that they did to him.
The story is pretty interesting of how they found this out. I’ll try and find the article because it’s wonderfully written.
This is legitimately the most horrifying tweet I’ve seen in a long time
"Who Is Superman? A Private Interview with Lois Lane" a fancomic about hope and connection. I've had this story in mind for so long and I'm very excited to be able to share it at last. Thank you for reading, and happy Lunar New Year!
PLSSS give me fic recs for clark/bruce RN that one specific flavor of them meeting as civvies with so much flirting not enough kissing and RGHHHHH
For my SuperBat homies. I never got around to finishing this but I didn’t want to leave it collecting dust so have this ✨🕺🏻
GL: You know damn skippy he ain’t friendly Supes
As a someone from the Midwest this is true ☝️
I desperately need more fics exploring the fact that Clark was born and raised in the rural midwest, and Bruce was a Jersey rich boy.
Give me Clark taking his shoes off when entering a house, and bringing something to dinner
Give me Bruce being absolutely confused because "what the hell is a potluck"
Give me Clark doing a proper midwest goodbye and Bruce being confused why he hasn't left when he said he was going to go 30 minutes ago and their still talking
(Even better if when Clark first says he's going to go Kon and Jon make no move to leave because they know it's going to be a while)
the sillies
That just means he likes you :))
Holy Batman!
I can take them (not in a fight)
By @ smallstarrrr on xTwitter
Bruce complaining to Clark: Look EVERY TIME I'm not wearing glasses and am trying to guess which of my dark haired children I'm looking at, it's like playing russian roulette and IT IS russian roulette, because if I get Jason wrong somebody WILL get shot.....
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And that's why Duke, Barbara and Steph are my favourites.
Another reason why I’m a firm believer in letting Bruce get old is because the idea of him looking and his dark haired children without his glasses on and genuinely not being able to tell them apart is unparalleled
Martha and Jon Kent are trans t4t and that's why they knew how to get new documentation for a space toddler.
Hey, I want to share my brainrot.
Broke: Superman is actually a bad person who doesn't love his bi son Kon because he thinks the kid is going to be a future villain.
Woke: Superman is understandably standoffish to his nonconsensually created clone made to replace him when he was dead. Superman didn't step up when and how he should have - that doesn't mean he didn't have character growth and learn to love Kon, even if he have the kids a name that is a Kryptonian slur.
Bespoke: Superman would LOVE to get to know and mentor this new guy, but whenever he looks at the kid his lizard hindbrain registers DANGER and it freaks him out. He doesn't know why, there's just something intensely Uncanny Valley about Kon. Clark has never understood humans talking about creepy dolls or being afraid of mannequins until now and he doesn't know how to process it? He doesn't even know how to explain it because everyone around him is acting like Kon is perfectly normal and fine and safe and Superman's the asshole for never engaging with him.
Human scientists fucking around with alien DNA made it so that Kon is permanently sending out Aggression in subtle, Kryptonian-only ways. By scent or sub-vocalizations, or posture, or some other alien subconscious way, Kon is both peacefully hanging out with his friends and at the same time indicating that he's about to murder them. Neither Kon or Clark know this! Clark unlearned most of these instincts when he was being raised as human and is used to the people around him not hearing/seeing/tasting/smelling quite right. Until there's this guy here, serving these VIBES.
(about the slur name. Consider that Nightwing is Superman's dear friend and nephew. Consider that he calls himself Dick. Imagine if Clark named Kon "Kon" as a way to honor Dick and like, it's his genuine belief that future Kryptonian speakers will think of Kon as a name first and a slur second, because this person is going to be so amazing)
Poll winners
Kent family
Nanbaka
Kane chronicles
Avatar the last airbender
Legend of korra
X men
I’m still working on the others and the fics I’m sorry it’s taking me long so anytime I have today is for that same with the weekend I’m trying to finish all I can I am almost finished with the Wayne family I will also be cleaning my drafts so I’ll be posting the stuff in it that’s all have a good day or night bye ✌️
Ok but what if I wrote Scribblenauts unmasked fanfiction, what then
I made a thing….
Crossover? Flashfam and Batfam
#Bruce meets his match
Bruce: *staring at Bart from across the interrogation table*
Bart: *Kicking his legs and staring back*
Bruce: So, Impulse-
Bart: No.
Bruce: No?
Bart: You were gonna question me. I say no.
Bruce: You didn't hear the question.
Bart: Okay, go ahead.
Bruce: So-
Bart: No.
Bruce: *disgruntled bat noises*
Bart: *staring with a blank expression*
~ two hours later ~
Bruce: *dangling Bart upside down from the ceiling*
Bart: And then I was all like, "No way, you can't do that. That's a no-no, even in my book", and then Tim was like "I-"
Bruce: Enough, please stop. Stop talking. Leave. I'm done.
Bart: *phases out of the ties* thanks. *walks out*
Diana, on the other side of the one sided glass: I've never seen him give up so quickly.
Hal: Kids' got spunk.
Clark: We should go before Bruce tries to vent on one of us.