“So I’m an annoying human now? Sort of like an annoying dog or an annoying monkey?” Clark was being a bastard but Bart wasn’t helping any with his smart mouth. He was making things all the worse and if he knew what would come from it, he would have done it months ago. He would have pissed Clark off to the point of violence way before this. He wanted to go home, and if Clark losing his cool would send him there, then why not play the part?
If he knew what would become of him, the part would have been taken up the second after he’d arrived.
He was close to him, closer than anything that was comforting. Clark could hurt him if he wanted to. Clark could kill him without lifting a finger, and for some reason, that made it all the more thrilling, and all the more terrifying. “Too bad. One of them needs to show you where your place is. Which is, surprisingly, five feet away from me.”
He took a breath, lifted his shoulders and his smirk disappeared. “Now, pal, how about you step the fuck away?”