Kal laughed at him then. He couldn't believe that, after everything L had seen him do, and learned he was capable of.. that he really thought a punch would do something. If a bullet or bomb could not scratch his skin, he wondered what he thought a little tap would do. "Wow," he said with a shake of his head. "I'm apparently dealing with a twelve-year-old here. Yup, has to be. Feel better?" He didn't need x-ray vision to know that Lawliet had hurt himself.
"You never had a chance. I want you to know that. And also know... that never, there was no way you could win. Not a chance in hell, not against one of my kind. You were never in control. And never will be. Remember that. And thank the stars that I'm not General Zod.. you think I was bad to you? He makes me look like a saint."
Kal turned to leave, but then stopped, walking right back toward the young man. He pointed a finger in his face. He thought he'd warn him scare him, maybe make him wet his pants or something. It gave him a rush putting the fear of Rao into people. Or whatever god they prayed to.
"I don't ever want to hear about you threatening any children again. I'll know if you do, so behave.. unless you want metal shoved up your tight ass. I will be watching you from here on out." He crouched down then and pushed off. He left the ground, and it seemed as though he was jumping high. But no.. he kept going, soaring into the distance, until he was nothing to the gangster but a vanishing dot, a dark blur...