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antiparallel) wrote2026-03-16 06:34 pm
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antiparallel) wrote2026-03-16 06:34 pm
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Yeah, that happens when you punch a Kryptonian in the face. It's incredible how many people don't realize that. [Look, I'm not going to feel bad about it; I just wanted to say hi, and you overreacted! Ok, perhaps I feel a tiny bit bad about it.
Prime looks over at Jason's hand, scanning it with his x-ray to check his fingers real quick, and then scrunches up his nose. Those are broken, alright. The fracture is clean, so they will probably heal fine in 3 weeks or so unless Jason jostles them while doing some vigilante activities like cutting mobsters' heads and the like.]
Putting some ice on it might help you with the inflammation.
[ He grabs a chair for himself, knowing better than to expect to be offered one, and then leans in to try and grab the wrist of Jason's injured hand because what is personal space or people's boundaries. He will let go if the other man fights him on this—he's expecting it too, if he's honest—, but if Jason doesn't react too badly, Prime's going to blow some of his ice breath towards the broken fingers. It's not enough to encase the hand in ice or anything of the sort, but it should work as well as putting an ice pack on it.
As for the tea, Prime knows many ways to kill someone that are quicker and less complicated than using poison. Why would he want Jason dead? Him coming back to life due to Prime altering reality is one of the few good things he's done in life; it set things right, even if it was a happy accident. ]
Nah, well, kinda... but only because I know I can't walk around Metropolis with that name and my handsome face before someone starts to wonder why I look like the other older Clark. At work, I told people to call me CK. [ Not the greatest alter ego, but he's working on it. He never had to hide himself before. ]
Do you have a medical kit, or should I make a quick trip to the nearest drugstore?
thanks for the lack of email for this, dw
Bottom left door.
[In the kitchen for easy cleanup when things get messy. Bottom row to keep in reach on a particularly bad day. The whole stash seems recently used but generously stocked. So maybe this is one of the places he crashes more often than not.
He’s also always been touchy about his personal space. And he’s very deeply aware, as Prime reaches for his wrist, that a Kryptonian could easily up and pulverize the little bones there just by twitching too hard. (Break it with a twist. Tear the whole arm out at the socket by way of a badly-timed sneeze. You know. The works.)
But since kneejerking is, in fact, kind of what got him into this situation, he makes the counterintuitive decision to keep obstinately still. Schools down the impulse to jerk back immediately, though he definitely tenses. Drops his good hand down to the table, sits up straight. Watching sharply, like he’s poised to react as soon as something seems fishy.
His reflexes still try to twitch away, a little, at the cold. Fingers curling protectively in on reflex and sending sparks of fresh hurt stabbing up his nerves as the bruising and the broken bones remember to assert themselves, and the simmering ache sparks back up into real pain. (Ow.)
His jaw shifts, teeth pressing tense, goosebumps crawling up his arms at the sudden cold, nausea creeping up his spine. Not wrong, though. Some ice will get the swelling down, and it’s this or the freezerburned peas in his temperamental fridge, and he’s not even actually all that sure his freezer is working, right now.]
Oh, yeah, great cover. No way they’ll ever figure that one out.
[Doesn’t take a genius to go from CK to Clark Kent if they’re already suspicious. But look, there’s plenty of people named Clark in the world. Whatever. He’s just being difficult.]