A smile flickered behind his mask and Jim stepped over to tap her chin - a part that didn't seem too bad off. An affectionate, fond gesture. "That's my girl. Go make Jarvis take dictation for you - get this story out."

The only problem was what Lois had said. Clark's way. He still wanted to tear through this place, to leave a trail behind him, make them pay for daring to disturb his family. That was what he was best at. Nonlethal was...

Not him.

But what choice did he have?