Too strong
Added 2025-08-03 19:44:42 +0000 UTCSuperwoman 1: (grinning, flexing her biceps with a thunderous crackle)
“Face it, Clark... you’re outmuscled, outpowered, and outnumbered.”
Superwoman 2: (tilting her head, placing her hand on his chest teasingly)
“We’re not even trying, and you’re already sweating. What’s wrong? Need a solar recharge?”
Superman: (nervous chuckle)
“Ladies, I think we should—uh—focus on the bigger picture. You know, world peace, galactic threats, uh... paperwork at the Fortress...?”
Superwoman 1: (giggles, then leans in, her shadow swallowing his frame)
“Oh Clark, sweetie, we are the bigger picture now. Literally. Look at these delts!”
Superwoman 2: (grabbing his arm gently, her fingers nearly wrapping all the way around it)
“I think you used to call yourself the 'Man of Steel'... but next to us? More like Tin Foil Boy.”
Superman: (gulping)
“I—I think I hear Lois calling. Maybe a kitten stuck in a tree? Somewhere? Anywhere?”
Superwoman 1:
“Relax. We’re not here to crush you… unless we flex too hard by accident.” (She winks and bounces her pecs.)
Superwoman 2: (playfully leans closer)
“You had your golden age, Clark. But now?” (strikes a flawless double biceps pose)
“Now we have all the power.”
Superman: (face slowly turning red, shifting uncomfortably)
“...I'm gonna need a kryptonite excuse to get out of this one.”
Superwoman 1:
“No kryptonite. No escape. Just you, us, and these muscles.”
Superwoman 2: (laughing)
“And don’t worry—we’ll go easy on you. For now.”
