He hadn’t exactly been trying to do it. It was an accident in every sense of the word. Bart trying to figure out the extent of his abilities was mostly trial and error. With nobody there to teach him, he was left to discover what he would on his own. His eagerness to get into the room that was trapping Clark with a very visible vision of Lex could be to blame for what he’d done.
A shrug was all he could give him. He had no immediate answer and right now, they had no time to discuss it. Luthor was there, smirking and as smug as ever, so sure of himself that Bart could not dismiss him as being unthreatening. “He’s right, you know. You should shut up.” For the incident with War, Bart had forgiven Clark and honestly, didn’t think much about it. Lex bringing it back up wasn’t about to faze him. He wanted the ring too much to be rattled by anything said to him.
“You’re confused. You don’t have a birthright. Especially not here,” he said, scoffing. If Lex was trying to provoke him, he was doing a good job of it. The dare was too potent for him to not accept it. If he believed him, it would be different. He would be reluctant to make a move that could be a mistake. However, since he didn’t buy a word of it, he was feeling hasty and confident.
Bart wasn’t about to let Lex anywhere near Clark, and you had to be pretty damn lucky to catch him off guard and get passed him. Clark whispered to him and he listened, keeping his eyes locked on Luthor while wanting desperately to look at the ring. “I’m just gonna take it from him,” he whispered back, low enough so that nobody but Clark would be able to hear him.