Clark didn't move so much as suddenly, Jason was against the nearest wall with Clark's hand at his throat holding him a foot off the ground. Clark himself looked startled, wild eyed, like he hadn't expected this result and his hand was shaking just a little. Clark looked like he wanted to move, like he wanted to put Jason down, but he wasn't quite sure how his hand worked at the moment and there was just as much likelihood that the command to let go would snap the boy's neck as it would release him.

Finally, after he was sure, after he was sure his hand would obey him, his fingers released and Jason was free to drop to the ground. Clark, for his part, swept back, shaking, and curled in on himself with a noise like a wounded animal. He hadn't wanted that. He'd never wanted that. He'd never hurt one of Bruce's kids. He'd NEVER hurt one of Bruce's kids, ever. He never wanted to hurt anyone, but especially not one of Bruce's kids. Oh god. Oh god.