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A/N: Originally a picto-story. #NO_HOMO, unless you happen to be Jonathan Kent II, a literal abortion of literary creativity.
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Clark Kent wasn't terribly careful on his last patrol as Superman.
In fact, I was counting on the Boy Scout to be as careless as the files I soft-cloned from the Batman made him to be. Personally, I couldn't blame Kal-El for developing some measure of hubris. Only Alexander ('Lex') Luthor or Batman could best the Man of Steel, but where the former was blinded by his megalomania and the latter by his personal code of ethics, I was not bound by anything. My years spent in the Playground convinced me that individuals get served strange fates.
In fact, I found the strange blue and pink stone while exploring the mystery-laden "Playground".
It radiated a weird light but the Geiger counter didn't sense any radioactivity, at least not that our Earthly technology could detect. Examination under a spectrometer showed that it emitted a type of energy on a similar pattern of kryptonite, but at a different wavelength.
Through some careful experimentation, I found this "pink kryptonite" had strange effects on Kryptonians, including Supergirl and Power Girl. With those two, when they were hit by the invisible energy rays fired through the pink stone they became "dumber" somehow - like they were distracted by the slightest glimmer of jewelry or pretty/shiny things.
It was when I accidentally brought the device to the offices of the Daily Planet when I noticed the reporter Clark Kent exhibiting some of the same symptoms. It was then I found Superman's secret identity and decided to have some fun.
I chose to have my ambush in a warehouse at the edge of the Playground. It was abandoned because of the heavy amount of lead in the paint and the asbestos in the walls. The raucous anomalies that populated the area adjacent only made the locals nervous.
