After Lex brought out that huge pile of computers and servers, nearly every young person's attention was drawn over there. Even the Robins, who had never thought much of Lex, were shouting excitedly as they gathered around the computers to play games.
Lex himself carried a fishing gear bag to the riverbank. Just as he was about to open it, he heard footsteps behind him. Turning around, he saw Clark looking utterly tense.
"I don't know why you're doing this. Aren't you afraid of being discovered?" Clark was obviously nervous as hell. "I think I should take back what I said about not discussing respect for the dead and cultural practices. You're being a little too outrageous."
"Relax, there's no one here." Lex pulled out a bag of bright red things and tossed it into the river. "No one's going to think I'm cheating at fishing."
"Is this about fishing?! You're dumping a body at your godfather's housewarming party!"
"He'd be proud of me."
Clark was about to be driven mad by him.
Diana waved to him from afar. "Come on, we need help with the barbecue. You're the only one who knows how to portion the meat."
"I don't want to see any meat right now. Do you have vegetables?"
Sheriff Gordon brought some. Come on."
Standing before the Joker—well, not exactly before him—Clark considered the possibility of knocking the lunatic out. Although he was the farthest away from the Joker out of everyone nearby, he was Superman. That little distance meant nothing to him.
Though Lex had killed the man, Clark felt that he bore some responsibility too. As Superman, he had failed to notice that so many drug dealers had slipped into his city. He had even allowed one of them to get close to his friends