He always knew that Lex wasn’t holding any trophy for the most sanity ever possessed. This was the icing on the cake. Real or not, the guy was acting like a lunatic who needed to be dragged away and safely locked up in a padded cell. He’d witnessed Luthor’s derangement firsthand before, but yelling about a fictional character took it up a notch. Any possible words left him. He gawked quietly, like a kid looking at a car wreck. It was appalling, but you couldn’t seem to look at anything else. Lex was a collision on the highway. He was a frenzied mess.
Invisible. Bart could do invisible. He caught the meaning.
Clark wasn’t holding anybody back. They all had their morals and some of them were different than others, but what was important was that they were mostly all on the same page. Bart’s ethics had been a bit tarnished when he’d shown up. They’d had faults and they did still. Be that as it may, they’d gotten better. Looking up to Clark led him to adopt morals that he hadn’t had before. Lex didn’t know them. Any of them.
During times like this, he was apt to follow Clark’s orders. He wasn’t telling him what to do now but he was aware of what needed to be done. Lex trying to get passed him was pointless. It wasn’t happening. Ever.
Throwing himself forward, the ring on Lex’s finger was ripped off and at the same time, his arm moved to throw him into a wall without coming into direct contact with him. He had the ring the whole way across the city before he could be missed. The kryptonite gleamed one last time and then sunk into water to rot or be consumed by whatever would mistake it as food. Bart didn’t stick around to see its fate.
“I had to take your toy away. You were misusing it.”