DC comics characters x Reader (Various)

Originally posted on my Tumblr : http://ellana-ravenwood.tumblr.com/post/162847472223/hatred-and-grief-clark-kent-x-reader

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The second he sees your body hit that wall violently, and hears the terrible crack it makes...He knows.

He didn't mean to do it. It wasn't him...it wasn't him !

This was a nightmare.

Just a bad dream.

He was going to wake up in your arms, nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck. He was going to wake up in your arms, and tighten his grip around you. You were going to reassure him after this stupid nightmare...No.

No you weren't. You would never reassure him again.

He knows he committed the irreparable. And that's what brings him back.

Of course, only you would be able to take him out of this weird daze he had been for a while. Only you would be able to snap him out of it. He thinks he remembers you yelling : "Clark, this isn't you ! Come back to us baby, come back to m...", but you were never going to be able to finish this sentence.

He doesn't remember much, but what comes back to his mind, is being captured by Lex Luthor and him...doing something to his brain.

And then falling in a state of semi-consciousness, where he just couldn't control his movements, and didn't even care about it.

He doesn't really remember much of his actions, as if he just woke up from a dream that refused to be remembered, but when he regains his senses, and, horrified, looks around him...half of Metropolis is destroyed, giving him that much hints about what happened.

He knows this carnage is his fault. Though he wasn't master of his movements, the guilt that washes over him is endless. And when he fully realizes what he has just done, what brought him back...It's more than guilt. It's agony.

It's his arm that hit you with all his might as you were approaching him, and that send you crashing into that concrete wall. With just a small swipe, as if you were nothing, though you were everything to him, his arm went own its own accord to shove you out of his way, with so much force that you flew across the street. His arm. His.

It's his arm that killed you...

He's starting to understand what is going on, what happened, when an ear piercing scream resonates in the street, and he feels as if he just got hit by a sledge-hammer.

Batman. With a kryptonite brass knuckle. A krytonite knuckle. Of course. Only him would have such a thing.

For a slight second, Clark doesn't understand why his best friend just hit him. But then the reality of what is happening downs on him, and he doesn't budge.

No. He deserves this. He deserves to be beaten to death by Bruce. By your brother. He deserves it...

He barely registers Diana, Arthur, Oliver, Hal and J'onn catching the bat, and holding him with all their might. Your older brother is in such a rage that they have all the trouble in the World to keep him from killing Superman.

He pushes away Zatanna and Shayerah trying to help him to his feet, and for a slight seconds, they're afraid he's still under Lex's control...But when he says :

-Let him. Please. Let him hit me.

They all know the nightmare is done. You were right. You had been able to snap him out of Luthor's grasp. Clark was back, unfortunately, too late. And you paid the biggest price to save the one you love...