#americanasitgets

— also mad credit to @crimefightr for the rad graphics for this promo.

North Bend, Washington

when u realize they're both going to fuck u later that night

@americanasitgets || SC

“You know, that’s another thing that Red Hood did which royally pissed me off... stealing all my goddamn Kryptonite!” Roman spat in anger. Did that no-good punk have any idea how tough it had been getting ahold of all those pretty rocks? Almost certainly. In fact it had been one of his most expensive purchases to date, moreso than any other cargo consisting of military-grade weaponry and drugs. Pure Kryptonite was worth more than it’s weight in gold, despite being utterly useless outside of dealing with one specific person. ”So what if it’s not my usual modus operandi to be smuggling alien minerals? When there’s something out there that’s capable of doing all sorts of things no ordinary human being is capable of, you damn well want an ace up your sleeve in case he decides to go off his rocker someday and comes after you! Have you seen what Superman can do? He can fly, shoot lasers out of his eyes even! Don’t even get me started on him grabbing planes out of the sky! How’s a guy supposed to stand up against that? I’ll tell you how - with the one thing you know the bastard’s weak against, that’s how.” It hadn’t been easy on his wallet getting ahold of the fabled minerals, but Roman Sionis knew better than to wait and see. Even though he wasn’t native to Metropolis, Superman was one of the world’s most well-known superheroes for a damn good reason. The Man of Steel was powerful, sickeningly sweet and saccharine as he was. He much rather preferred dealing with the bat, dour though he was in a case of better the devil you know than the devil you don’t. Batman was, for the most part, just as human as he or anybody else. Superman on the other hand was a monster, or at least dangerous enough to become one if he ever decided he’d had enough of playing superhero someday. "I don’t plan on going to Metropolis anytime soon but I like to make sure my bases are covered. Failing that, I’d have had the largest stock of Kryptonite on the planet with more than enough to go around... until that shithead stole it all, anyway! Well, maybe not all of it. I’ve still got enough to make a special round of bullets just for Superfreak...” Everything had a weakness, Roman had learned. Even the mythical werewolf could be slain with something as humble as a silver bullet but for Superman, all he needed was a glowing green chunk of rock.

The door behind him opened again as he struggled. Bruce tensed, still unused to being seen without the cowl. But he didn’t have to turn to know who had entered. The mere weight of his presence was evidence enough. Superman. A few moments of silence passed before he decided to break it. “I need your help,” was said with great reluctance, a surrendering of pride. He had no energy left for posturing or bluster. Facing the other, he gestured with his injured arm, showing off the damaged piece of armor. “Can you break it off? It’s cutting into my arm.” 

“ that’s what you came to tell me, right? i gotta go back. ”

Diana extends her hand into his. She tilts her head up to look in those piercing blue eyes. “How could I ever say no to my Man of Steel?”