Brain damage? Something catches between his ribs, sharp and sticking. Those thugs were trafficking neurotoxin, a hot ticket item with the way the world's going and assassin firms are trying to start up all over the place like loan companies in the eighties. Could it be melting Clark from the inside, doing just enough damage to his post-return body, keeping him in some decaying state?
Armored fingers curl against a blue and red shoulder. If his hand were bare he'd be able to feel the warmth of him - he knows it well by now, and the taste of him, too, but what he thinks of most is the sensation of closing dead eyelids over lifeless eyes.
"I didn't need any help."
Please be all right. Please.
He shifts, removing his hand, finding a button. Summoning his car. It rumbles like a monster, tearing through asphalt to get to them, positioning with unnerving intelligence nearby.
"I'm sending you back to the cave," Batman tells him. "Can you promise not to touch anything?" Please be all right, please do not accidentally shred my multi billion dollar vehicle. Again.
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Armored fingers curl against a blue and red shoulder. If his hand were bare he'd be able to feel the warmth of him - he knows it well by now, and the taste of him, too, but what he thinks of most is the sensation of closing dead eyelids over lifeless eyes.
"I didn't need any help."
Please be all right. Please.
He shifts, removing his hand, finding a button. Summoning his car. It rumbles like a monster, tearing through asphalt to get to them, positioning with unnerving intelligence nearby.
"I'm sending you back to the cave," Batman tells him. "Can you promise not to touch anything?" Please be all right, please do not accidentally shred my multi billion dollar vehicle. Again.