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Thread: Kryptonite (Belle and Father)

Why? Why indeed. What had she just done? As she stared down at the blank screen on her phone she could almost feel the bits of fame and fortune that photo would have brought her slipping away as though it was beads of sweat or hot water dripping down her soft skin. There went a down payment on a house, a car, maybe her own office, and Ms. Lane being officially off her petite ass for the rest of time. She should have been outraged, she should have been mentally and maybe physically kicking herself in the leg for what she had just done. And while she mourned for a moment the things she had lost, she found she didn't dwell on it too much. Instead she looked up at the person in front of her. Because no matter how different he might be - how alien or not - this individual in front of her was a person. She saw the question in those eyes, the tension in his shoulders as it seemed for a moment like he was debating the fight or flight question himself. After a moment of silence she finally spoke up. Because I know what really happened in the alley way tonight, she began in a quiet tone as though placating a raging bull. I saw what those men were doing moments before you arrived...I wanted to step in. God, you have no idea...but somewhere deep down I knew I couldn't. I'm just a twenty year old young woman. But not only could you...you did . What you did to those... she paused here and her voice dipped low in tone to convey her disgust, those things ...I can't condemn you for it. I just...wish I could have done. Jessie paused her as she averted her eyes to the ground a moment. She was breathing life into a very deep dna dark part of herself that no one was supposed to see. There was a part of her that almost wished she could be an avenging angel like the Medieval images she saw in museums - righteous souls striking down the worst of them all. In her eyes they weren't the demond and bizzare animals of centuries past...the demons for her to slaughter were the murderers, rapists, cruel sons of bitches that working for the Daily Planet gave her unlimited access to see. Every time she had to come in with a photo of a crime scene or of a purp the MPD landed, she felt rage simmering in her stomach like searing acid...and quietly admitted to herself how sick it was that those fuckers would only get jail time when their victims got so, so much worse. So, she said, looking back up at him with a long sigh, what I'm saying, Sir, is that I don't know you...so I don't know if you're worthy of what I just did or not. But I'm willing to give you the benefit of a doubt - because I can't hold what you did in that alley way against you. Given your speed, strength, and general 'Steel-ness'...I probably would have done the same. And hey, if you can't admit that to a practical demi-god from outer space, then who? So I'm not going to condemn you because of it. I never would.
Thread: Kryptonite (Belle and Father)

His eyes barely changed but perhaps they softened for her? Perhaps they showed some measure of humanity that he had been lacking before in his features. He had learned much of the world from those he had worked with, yet most of what he had learned came from the downtrodden and the fallen. From people who had been the outcast of the world, his immigrant parents, the criminals with which he fought, and the other members of the Justice League who were perhaps not the best teachers he could have been. This was the way of things for the man, and when she called him a demi-god he gave a small wry smile. He could not express how odd that was for him. He knew there was once a world that he came from, he knew that his people would have been considered such a thing here, but he also knew that there were many things in this universe. Perhaps some greater than the Man of Steel. Though he had yet to meet them yet. Yet here was a woman who was trying her best in a moment of moral quandary, and she was picking the right side. At least in his opinion. The side of good. Perhaps he was a vengeful angel, the type to smite his foe more than bring them to justice, but he was still an angel. This was something that frightened most, his ability to be outside of the law, but what could one be expected to do? Jessie had faced that decision, with her mortality and with her fear. With her worry over being punished legally and losing what she cared about in life. His features as he thought did grow softer, did grow caring, and he slowly offered her his hand. My name is Heman. He held his hand out for her for the moment, sharing in that brief comraderie between two people who had faced a tragedy together. His eyes searched hers and he continued to hold that hand out to her as he realized what it might mean as a step between the two of them. The benefit of the doubt for her was more than just going out on a date with someone she'd just met, or giving an person a job who might not have any experience, this was something far different. It was trusting that he would not only accept her but have her back, would support her in all of this, and his voice continued as he whispered. I think maybe we should have that tea, don't you?
Thread: Kryptonite (Belle and Father)

Her smile was radiant enough that for a moment it reminded him of the sunrise. How often had he seen the sun breach the clouds on a terrible day? Breaking through the storms and shining down upon him? In those few moments when he felt the brightness touch his skin, he would often close his eyes and remember the good times in his life...the love of his mother, the camaraderie of community, the sound of music. It was only there, flying above the world and feeling the warmth on his face that he was reminded that there were things worthwhile in this world. It was not surprising for him to feel that way, so many people did when greeted by the dawn, and for him a Kryptonian who fed off the radiation of that very sun....it might be reasonable for that feeling to touch something deep within him. But for her smile to gain that for him, for her beautiful smile to stir those same emotions, that was not something he had been prepared for. It was not something he could guard against. He was vulnerable for the moment when she took her hand from his, and it troubled him in a way he could never have expressed. When she turned his features narrowed once more, the brow coming together in worry. Others had offered their affections, time and again he had never felt a response to it. Yet this had made him feel something and it tore him up for a split second inside. Damn it, what was it? The sound of his name, a name which he had trouble decided it if was his own, upon her lips? Was it the smell of her? When she turned around however the puzzled look slowly slipped away as he moved across to sit down in one of the chairs. He had long since gotten past feeling uncomfortable about his clothing, the way he presented himself. People need symbols and he had decided to be one. It was hardly comfortable attire for tea-time however. His voice held a measure of amusement to it as he realized how absurd he looked sitting there, his hand holding the tea. He did not quite address the silliness of referencing how hot it was, merely raising an eyebrow at her as he spoke. I...know very little in all honesty. He paused to take a small sip of the tea, giving a wane smile as he tasted the warm liquid and he sighed. I know of my Father, that he was a rebel against a corrupt government. A government who brought the planet to the brink of destruction. I know he saved me, fought for what he believed in, and I know my people are now gone. It's strange isn't it...implausible really, some would have called me a madman I am sure, that is if I could not fly.
Thread: Kryptonite (Belle and Father)

Jessie was quiet and took long, slow sips of her tea as she listened to him speak of what he knew of his father and the nature of his real home. There was a sort of emptiness he must have felt, Jessie thought, particularly when he spoke of the fact that his entire race of people had been destroyed. What must it have felt like to be the last of something? To know that even if you searched to the ends of existence there would never be someone like you? To be so utterly alone that nothing - no amount of power - could amend that state? Jessie pressed her lips to the rim of her mug and let the thought pass through her mind like a restless specter bringing with it surges of pity and anguish for him. Now that was something new. If she'd known she was going to end her day feeling sorry for Superman himself...well...she probably would have thought she was crazy. Though, given what she had just done with the photo, Jessie wasn't ready to rule out that verdict yet. You know that was my answer when I was asked 'if you could have one power, what would it be?' as a kid? Being able to fly, she admitted with a smirk as she took a long sip. After swallowing her drink she set it down on the coffee table and paused, looking up at him as the smile disappeared from her face. My father fought for what he believed in too...when I was young he always said he worked for the Government. Of course he couldn't say how...but when he died on the job in Iraq last year, I learned he actually worked for the N.I.A., she admitted, her eyes drifting to the liquid in her cup as her fingertips drummed against the mug as a nervous twitch. It was a very nice funeral...even President Waller came. Mom was a wreck - Hell, she's still a wreck - and all the platitudes about how he worked to make our country safe didn't touch her one bit. But it touched me. She finally turned and looked at him again with a somewhat half hearted smile. I guess that's where my whole 'if I could help them, I would' monologue comes from... She hesitated for a few moments, as though waiting for confirmation that if she searched those strange, blue eyes long enough that there could be some camaraderie - at least an understanding - between them. Between what was earthen and what was cosmic - mortal and divine. But then she blinked and looked down at her mug with a nervous little laugh. Wow, I did not mean for the night to take such a morbid turn! she laughed softly as she took a much longer sip of her drink.
Thread: Kryptonite (Belle and Father)

He watched her as she spoke, meeting her gaze as she looked at him and he understood everything she was saying. Loss was something that he experienced, had experienced, but he had a perspective which was indeed alien was it not? He could very well live his entire life to watch everyone pass away, they truly were uncertain whether he was immortal or not...Krptonians had grown old, but on this world it might be different for him. Though that was truly not the frightening thing in his eyes, not in the slightest, and he did not say it. Yet it could be seen though, for the briefest of moments as she spoke, the terror just slightly beneath the surface. For Superman had seen war, had seen it and understood it, and the human race had come to be capable of destroying themselves. They could wreak such havoc as no creatures before them had been capable of, and while some people dreamt of death... ...the Man of Steel dreamt of standing on a barren irradiated world, the last man on earth. The very thought was terrifying to him. However, he set it aside. It would be something he would work against if necessary, something that he would try to prevent...but the world seemed much more hellbent on preventing intervention than it ever was in stopping the atrocities of life. He searched her eyes for a moment before looked away and he gave a small nod of his head in understanding, his voice quiet as he gave his condolences. I did not know your father, so I will not give platitudes like others, but I do appreciate his service...all servicemen in fact who give their lives for their nation, but more than that....I am very sorry for your pain. He turned his gaze downwards for the briefest of moments before deciding perhaps he had overstayed his welcome, this was not what should have been happening. He had come here to confront her and instead found himself trying to comfort her. It was something that was completely new in his mind. Something he had a hard time fathoming. He straightened, trying to ignore the look of that smirk which had briefly flitted over her face, once more feeling touched in a way he had not been with others. If he'd had more experience in the matters he would have said he was smitten with her, but instead he just felt...uneasy. Perhaps, perhaps I should go? If you'd like?
Thread: Kryptonite (Belle and Father)

Jessie did not avert her eyes nor blink when she saw something strange glimmering in his eyes. There was something just beneath that look, something her perhaps wanted to stay hidden, but Jessie was a keen observer. This was a part of the job description. She was meant to gaze, meant to see the minute details others did not. And as she spoke of death, there was something in his eyes - something that she couldn't give words to if she tried - that made her want to reach forward and touch him...nothing too crazy and not a lingering touch, but just something that would speak more than platitudes ever could. He moved before she could summon the will or perhaps the courage to do so, and she hesitated before she could touch him. Instead she merely watched him stiffen and suddenly become a bit uneasy. Asking him about where he came from had been a mistake, she knew that now, and perhaps it had severed the chance they had to communicate more. But...then again...why would he want to speak more with her? Jessie had no hesitation about her self confidence - she knew she was a pretty damn awesome - but how could she compare to someone on such a different level than her that the difference literally was cosmic? Maybe trying to talk to him had been a mistake... If you want to go - obviously I cannot stop you, but...you don't have to, she offered gently. Thank you for what you said about my father. That was very kind. She shifted in her seat so that she faced him as though he were a friend she'd had for years and not someone she had met minutes ago. If you wish to go...then go knowing that I'm going to keep the promise I made to you tonight when I deleted that picture. I've no intention of using it - or anything else like that - against you. I...truly don't think you mean us harm. I just also think you're smart enough to know that while the whole Boy Scout routine works for the city Metropolis likes to think it is - it fails for the truth that no one likes to see. And I think that's what you'll be most to us - a reflection of the truth that could either help us or destroy us. I hope...I believe that you'll help us more than hurt us, Heman. Her words and her tone of voice conveyed the warmth and sincerity of that belief and throughout her entire speech she did not break eye contact once. She did not stammer or blink the way other girls might have. No. She was calm. She was confident. She was sure of this - sure of him. And after a moment of silence she smiled once more and stood up, offering her hand - for his hand or his mug she didn't make clear. Perhaps it was because she was seeking for him to define it. So if you wish to stay, then stay, if not then I'll take the mug and we'll call it a night, she said softly.
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He stared at her for a few moments as she spoke, accepting the words and knowing the truth of them. The failure of what he represented to the populace of the city, even to the world. The reflection of what they could have been, but were not. He had not expected that when he sat out to follow this path. He had not expected it to be that way, though perhaps some nagging part of him...something left over from his father suggested that he was being nave. That trying to be an icon never gave the return that it should have, but instead only brought about envy and jealousy in those who could not be what you are. it had them trying to tear you down, trying to break what you were, and trying to sully you. That was what was happening already and as she spoke he felt that cool bitterness sweep back through him. His emotional landscape was often bleak and austere, often close to being enraged, but for humanity they were lucky he had as much control as he did. A tantrum from a being such as he would be devastating. His hand shook for a moment, the cup vibrating before he sat it down and stood. It seemed indeed that this night might be over. No matter how much he would wish it were not. The eyes upon him made him feel that there was a connection, an intimacy that should not exist between them. It made him far too comfortable about sharing of his past. Made him far too willing to show her a side of himself that he had kept hidden even from his most trusted allies. His body was tight, brooding as he turned and moved towards the window as if to leave. Silence having descended upon them, and yet he stopped there and stared out over the night sky for a few moments. He looked up to gaze at the stars, piercing anything that could prevent him from seeing their perfect light and he spoke. His face was hidden, hooded, no telling what emotions might be upon it. Have you ever wondered if the rumors were true about me, why things would not be different? Have you ever wondered what it would be like if I just gave up control of myself, if I decided to truly make a difference? His hand clenched, tightening, the crackling of his strength felt as his words lowered to a whisper. What if I took away the will of this world, if I stopped all wars? If I brought about a peace through my power? Would it not be the right thing to do to save the lives of this planet, to protect them by take their freedoms from them? He turned look at her, gazing back over his shoulder with those alien eyes. How many people have to die before I decide to no longer restrain myself?
Thread: Kryptonite (Belle and Father)

The evening had turned South far quicker than Jessie could have anticipated. Before she could have said something - anything - to salvage what she had done, she felt the room around her shift. It was almost as if through some power of his, the room had been transported to the arctic and every bit of warmth in the room was stolen away. The cup in his hand began to shake, and for a split moment - really the first this night - Jessie truly felt the gravitas of the person in her apartment. This was the person who had nearly levelled the city, who had in the course of a single day had nearly brought the entire country to its knees...this cosmic force entrapped in a person was getting angry. At something she said. And for the first time, Jessie understood why people were afraid of him. She was afraid. As he stood and made towards the window, she realized how much she had been shaking. The hot chai liquid had spilled over onto her fingers, burning them, and she had utterly ignored it in the wake of the sudden surge of anxiety and fear he elicited. As he spoke she set the cup down and winced in pain as she pressed her fingers into her mouth. When she truly began to listen to what he said she felt a cold grip on her stomach. He...had a point. He could do everything he threatened, he could unravel the thin fabric that held their society together. As he painted this world with his words, she felt the urge to sink onto the arm rest of the chair, but...she couldn't sink away. She knew he could sense her fear - ignoring it was not an option with how she looked, how wide her eyes were. And when he looked back at her he would see she was as stiff and rigid as the grave. He was asking her a question, expecting a reason...would she be enough of a reason? Yes I have thought about it, she admitted. There was no point in lying. And it frightens me...and though I cannot speak for the rest of the world, for humanity, I can...tell you what I think. She took in a gentle breath and pushed away her fear. Very slowly she walked towards him, keeping his eye contact as if to silently proclaim the fact she was taking perhaps one of the bigger leaps of faith in her life. I think you could very well do all that you say...and though it would sate your urges for a little while...I don't think you would like the person you would become. And you know how I know that? Because of last year. You had every reason in the world to do all of those things...I was there that day. I remember the look on your face. And yet... she had some up to him, closer than they had ever been, and she reached her slightly burned hand out to gently touch his arm. She could feel the power of his arms beneath the fabric and it made her shiver slightly, and she looked up at him. You didn't. Because deep down I think you know that that would only lead to your own misery. And I think that restraint says more about your strength than anything you did on that day.
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There was power there, frightening power, but her answer did not seem to ease him. No, her answer caused thoughts to flicker in his eyes, caused him to see the world differently but only added to the complexity of it. These were the emotions and rationale behind what he had done to the men in the alleyway, these were the outgrowths of a mind that was wrestling with the true problems of power. He was not delusional, no madman with dreams of grandeur who was impotent in his castle on high. He was no God being prayed to that did not answer, for when people screamed in the names of that which they believed...it was not angels that answer, but he did. He answered. His features hardened the tiniest of bits as those thoughts radiated, making him stark and austere, making him frightening with the angles of his form. He looked ready to engage, a guided missile without a target, and the thoughts seemed to be easily read by Jessie. At what point in life did the needs of the many outweigh his own feelings, even his own morality? At what point did service require true sacrifice. Not of effort but of self. Yet her arm eased him, pausing his struggle and clearing his mind. It made him not feel a sense of clarity but a sense of transcendence and let him step outside of those thoughts permeating him. It was the kind of feeling when one came home, came to realize they were welcome somewhere. He would have given so much to have a home. It was known as solace, and this man had not had such feelings since he was a young child. His arm moved beneath her hand and came up, reaching to touch hers as well and he stood there staring down into her eyes. There was really only one thing left to do. He wanted to thank her, to show gratitude, but the act of saying it was so trivial compared to his sudden need to just feel touched. To feel like he belonged. He kissed her. Whether it was the reason he had been needing, or the wish of someone just to feel something other than desolation, none of that mattered in that moment. His head lowered and lips touched hers, moving with slow deliberate caresses. For her it might have been a bit rough, a bit demanding, but for him it was an exercise in caution and control. His body tried to relax, tried to ensure she was safe as his hand came up to touch her face. A slow trace along her jaw as he continued, hoping that she would accept. Perhaps knowing so. He was the Man of Steel, he had no ego in knowing women everywhere would have wanted to take Jessie's place. Yet it was to her he provided that kiss, her alone.