For the first time since he'd come back, Clark was utterly calm. He had definite goals, definite rules. There would be no interruptions, nothing unexpected. Nothing he didn't utterly know and understand.

"Struggle if you want."

And his tone made it clear that he wouldn't be moved. The choice to act against him had consequences, his own strength worked against him when put against an immovable object.

"And the kryptonite is in the kitchen cabinet nearest to the entrance to the kitchen, farthest from the stove. It's in a lead box with a simple clasp."

And Bruce was lifted from the bed, braced with his other hand to prevent so much as a bruise.