THE CALCULATOR

"Me pelting you with a snowball isn't some cliche commentary on Handsome Good vs. Wack Villain. It's called having fun, nerd."

“GH--”

She catches the notes easily. Thinking she’s facing Noah, someone who runs away from fights as a main response. So she assumes he’s either very armed or very accompanied. Looking at the papers in search of a clue for a short time –And it takes a very short time, practically a split second- she doesn’t notice the van crashing into her until it’s on her.

Being kryptonian, it isn’t the worst. It feels like what having a strong metallic object thrown at you would feel like, but the pain fades quickly, even as it throws her backwards.

This isn’t Kuttler, she realizes for obvious reasons. Using her enhanced senses, she can now see that it’s not a human –But a very advanced copy of a human. She stands straight once more almost as quickly as she fell.

“Nice trick.” Because to her, that’s what it is. Her hands grow red. Her red sun blasts are fully charged and ready to throw. “I’ll give you one more warning.” Her eyes furrow, and glow red as well.

This time, she doesn’t give him the benefit of distance. She starts to pacedly walk towards him.

The car is left with a huge dent in the side, vaguely supergirl shaped, which Not-Kuttler grins at. He has synthesized vast amounts of data on the kyrptonians; but nothing compares to the feeling of fighting one.

He turns to direct the grin at her. It’s manic. Confident. It’s certainly not unheard of for a villain to express confidence upon being faced with a kryptonian; so sure that they will be the first one to win the encounter. But it’s also not the most common reaction. It’s also jarring to be coming from the face of The Calculator of all people.

He swings the van again, throwing it the relatively short distance at her, fully expecting it to be torn apart in seconds. As soon as it blocks her view of him, he moves. Faster than she had seen him moving before. With more force. He swings around to the side, ducking low, so she is less likely to see him around the shattered pieces of the car.

honey. honey, honey. if only he knew how much warmth it puts in her chest, if he only he knew about the honey dripping down her thighs. well, he does know, doesn't he? does he know how much it's all for him? "you're sweet," she returns, knees spread apart for him so he can feel it, her lips parted and panting, excitement and adoration. even in the dark the gold-green light in her eyes shines out, half magic or half animal and all want. "make love to me," loki murmurs. "i want you inside."

something is very, very wrong. kon’s head hurts, and opening his eyes hurts even more, but he’s being moved by someone and has no idea who it is.

his arms grip a little tighter around the man’s neck, face burying into his back, like a child trying to make all the bad go away. whoever ambushed him in the alleyway hit him with something powerful if he’s got a concussion and needs to be carried.

“…wha-…? fight… must… help.”

“Be quiet, kid. We’re not out of danger yet.” The Calculator hisses.

They’re moving, as quietly as he can manage, through the bowels of Metropolis. The entities moved shockingly fast, and did not discriminate between villain and hero when deciding to let lose their barrages of energy blasts.

Obviously, Superboy was a target. But so was he, and until they figured out the identity of these stalkers, it would be better if they were both alive. 

He has one of his desks pulled out from the wall, wires and dusty monitor backsides exposed to the world. He’s been frowning over it all this afternoon, brainstorming the most efficient way to streamline the current setup so that he can add another computer into the mix. The kiss, lipstick left on his cheek, is a very pleasant surprise. Breaks him out of his train of thought, sure. But he could use a distraction.

“I’d’ve thought the name would imply I don’t need one, because I AM one. And I usually don’t need one, thank you very much.”