Chapter 5: Weapons Of Fear
Bruce ignored him, his attacks growing more frantic. He sprinted towards the weapon's rack, snatching a sonic emitter designed to disorient opponents with high-frequency sound waves. He aimed it at Clark, firing a deafening blast. Clark winced, the sound waves vibrating through his skull, but he remained standing.
Bruce, enraged, hurled batarangs with deadly accuracy. Clark deflected them with ease, the metal projectiles ricocheting harmlessly off the cave walls. Bruce then leaped towards a panel, activating a hidden compartment that housed a kryptonite-laced net launcher. He fired the net, the green webbing engulfing Clark.
"Kryptonite?" Clark gasped, surprise mixing with the nausea. "Bruce, where did you—"
The Kryptonite burned into his skin, the world tilting on its axis as his powers drained away. But beneath the pain and the fear, a fierce determination burned even brighter. This wasn't about him; it was about Bruce. With a guttural roar, Clark ripped the net apart, the Kryptonite fibers snapping like thread. He lunged forward, grabbing Bruce's wrist in a vice-like grip, his eyes blazing with a desperate intensity.
"Bruce, look at me!" he commanded, his voice a mix of steel and pleading. "You have to fight this!"
He pulled Bruce's hand down, guiding it to his abdomen, just below the S-shield where a secret was nestled emanating with the flutters of life.
"Feel it, Bruce," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Our child…
your child! You're going to be a father."