Clark Kent stumbles into the building, which is perhaps the least Clark Kentish establishment in the city. He ignores the sudden urge to punch the Mirror Master in the throat, or ask Black Canary why the hell she's having drinks with her arch-enemy and if she'll be there the next time Shiva decides to stalk and torture one of Bruce's kids out of some vague maternal instinct. This is Superman's business, and Superman can't be Clark Kent, mild mannered reporter.
Speaking of which. "Oh, excuse me!" Clark exclaims as he trips over someone's foot, stumbling forward, slamming into the bar, and sending a flaming shot flying into the air, where it flips around and around until it falls on someone's head.
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Date: 2009-10-11 03:17 am (UTC)Speaking of which. "Oh, excuse me!" Clark exclaims as he trips over someone's foot, stumbling forward, slamming into the bar, and sending a flaming shot flying into the air, where it flips around and around until it falls on someone's head.
"Hey!" Atomic Skull shouts, shaking a fist.
"S-sorry." Clark Kent wheezes, looking terrified.