"It's a stereotype in a lot of places! That's the great thing about being me--I know about so many wonderful things, about so many secrets people would would die to know--literally. I know the unknowable."

He suddenly blipped closer, holding out his arms and clotheslining them both.

"The other great thing about being me is I can do crazy stuff that!"

Grabbing the two of them, he slammed their heads together. Hard. Enough to leave them both dazed for a moment.

"Weak. Strongest of the strong, and you're weak. They say things on so many worlds, in so many tongues about the meek inheriting the Earth, but that's bunk, let me tell you. The weak are weak--but the strong are weak, too. I know. I know about the weakness inside all of us."

He lifted them both up by the hair.

"Just look at you both. Covered in your cousin's blood, not strong enough or fast enough or good enough to save him, the clone that thinks it's a person and crazy Kara Zor-El, one retcon too early to be sane and tame and sweet. How did that little ditty go, anyway? Oh, yeah! 'Little Kara, House of El~ It's the family born of Hell. If she looks you in the eye, in three days you'll surely die~'"

He lifted them both up higher, almost level with his helmeted face.

"You do both know the reason your cousin told you not to disappoint him is because he expected you to, right?"