and i can't believe how much i've wasted my time

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Who: THE WORLD'S FINEST (DRADON FIGHTING TEAM) and the OBLIGATORY DRAGON.
When: Forward-dated to the 4th.
Where: The docks!
Summary: Khisanth, no, baby, those were not Tic Tacs. 8[ Stop taking things from strangers, seriously. BUT IT'S TOO LATE NOW, and now there's a pissy and hallucinating dragon off to fuck up SERO's docks.
Warnings: probs not

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[Some days superhearing was an absolute bitch. Today was one of those days, mostly because a great big dragon was screaming half a mile away, roaring out its anger to the world--well, to the island.

Nevermind that Clark was busy. He had been ever since Carrie died, and it was as much because of her death that he kept himself run off his feet as it was his reluctance to go home. He'd rowed with Lois, and things were as yet to settle down in that quarter, with them both keeping as much out of each other's way as people with hugely differing schedules who lived together could. Funny, how you could miss someone and live with them at the same time.

Dragons could be good for keeping him busy too, though, couldn't they? Clark made a beeline for the docks, and recognising the dragon hesitated, blurring to a stop on the roof of one of the warehouses to try and establish what she was fighting. It looked like...nothing. Tail lashing out, spitting acid, she seemed to be fighting more insubstantial enemies even than shadows, writhing and slashing at the air around her.

Maybe she'd listen to reason. He flashed in.]

Khisanth!