Owned (Illyria/Clark Kent)
You know, I don’t know who owns Superman/Smallville/whatever. WB/DC/someone in that big mess of a company? And I’m not Joss Whedon or someone who might be able to legally make money off the Buffyverse. Not mine!Summary:
Clark finds out the hard way that he's not REALLY invincible...Dedications:
Jinni, for bugging me to write FFAs in the first place.Joe's Note:
I'm on crack. That is all.
Kal smirked as the cops emptied round after round into him. The bullets bounced off his body and made a gentle tinkling noise as they fell to the sidewalk, about as effective as the bullets the idiots in the clown masks had shot at him in the bank. That is to say, not at all. The cute brunette cop had especially good aim, he noted, all her shots hitting in a tight cluster over his heart.
Eventually, he got bored with the annoying little taps of bullets against his skin. Glaring at the closest police car, he unleashed his heat vision. The white hood began to glow an angry orange before the entire car suddenly detonated, sending the mangled hunk of metal shooting up into the air. Cops dove out of the way and the firing slacked off as most of the officers sought better cover.
Surveying the mess he’d made, Kal prepared to shift into superspeed and make his escape when he noticed something. A skinny brunette woman in a t-shirt and jeans was stalking towards him, pushing police out of the way as she moved. And they weren’t small pushes either; the cops went airborne as she cleared a path for herself. ’Well hello there,’
he thought to himself. Slipping between the cops, he moved to stand in front of there. “Hey, baby. Going my way?”
“Kneel before your god,” the woman demanded, looking him up and down. “And don’t presume to use such an offensive designation for me again, or you will sorely regret it.”
Kal laughed as he raised one hand to tuck one of her bangs back behind her ear. “Girl, I don’t think I’d regret anything I did with you. Especially this ‘kneel before your god’ thing, that sounds hot. Kinky, but hot.” He frowned for a moment. “God? Don’t you mean goddess?”
Her movement was too fast even for his senses to follow. One moment, he was standing with one hand cupping her cheek. The next, he was on his knees with one of her hands tangled in his hair, wrenching his head back so he was staring up at her. “I bred your kind to be my servants, Kryptonian,” she hissed. “You will show me respect.”
“Depends,” Kal bit out. She knew what he was, she was faster, and she was stronger. He was in such deep shit it wasn’t even funny, but he refused to show any fear. “What will you show me if I do?” He gave her a wink and ran his tongue over his teeth.
The woman cocked her head to the side and was silent for a moment. Suddenly, blue streaks began to appear in her hair and her clothed shifted into a red leather catsuit. Her free fist reared back before slamming into his gut. “Mercy.”
Kal had experienced some fairly painful moments thanks to the meteor rocks. With his invulnerable skin, that was about the only thing that ever hurt him. He was completely unprepared for the stranger’s hand to actually pierce his flesh, much less end up buried to the wrist inside his gut.