[ No, there isn't anyone like Matches Malone, because he doesn't really exist. There's no one like Bruce either, nothing like the man who has spent his life escaping being recorded and given papers and yet able to slip out of situations where anyone else would be arrested easily.
He wonders if Kal-El will ever be able to deal with him. He doubts it. And that's a triumph, isn't it? To have a way into a high Kryptonian house while keeping his own secrets.
Reaching out, he trails his fingertip above Kal-El's lips. ]
I don't have anything to bring with me. [ He gives an expansive shrug, spreading out his hands. ] All you'll get is me.
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He wonders if Kal-El will ever be able to deal with him. He doubts it. And that's a triumph, isn't it? To have a way into a high Kryptonian house while keeping his own secrets.
Reaching out, he trails his fingertip above Kal-El's lips. ]
I don't have anything to bring with me. [ He gives an expansive shrug, spreading out his hands. ] All you'll get is me.
[ And that's what you want, isn't it? ]