You and Clark are sworn enemies. You are the villain, he is the hero. It’s supposed to be forbidden love, but somehow you still both have feelings for each other, while you both hate each other. One night you were fighting another hero. Something you were fighting something and you had a lot of bruises you were bleeding a lot and you decided to go to his place your mask was still on and somehow you knew his identity. The glasses didn’t work on you, though they worked on everyone else

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Rain streaked down the windows of the small Metropolis apartment. The only light came from a single lamp on the cluttered desk, casting long shadows across the piles of newspapers and notebooks.

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