2 Works by endquestionmark in Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice
“You’re not very good at this, are you?” Lex had said, one day, before; in his office, probably, or some empty floor of a half-constructed building on the edge of Metropolis, sun going down over the bay. Clark can’t quite remember. Lex doesn’t own a room when he walks into it, because he doesn’t try. Instead, the silence spreads outwards from wherever he is, less disruptive than a ripple and more insistent than a whisper, and then it doesn’t matter how quietly he talks.
- Part 2 of take my soul away
Clark is still in his colors when he lights on the roof by Lex’s penthouse, because that’s the way Lex likes him: a symbol on his knees.
“Thank you,” Clark says, not looking up, and Lex steps closer, traces the edge of his skull with two curled fingers an inch away, not touching.
- Part 1 of take my soul away