Clark was not supposed to get up and play after lights out. He used to do it all the time. Dad told him he'd be in trouble if he did it again.

But neither of them were even tired! As long as they stayed quiet, Mom and Dad wouldn't know.

Lex taught Clark how to play a game called Warrior Angel and Devilicus. Lex said was from a comic book. Clark hadn't heard of it, but it sounded fun. Clark got to pretend to be the hero, while Lex was the evil bad guy, and Clark chased him through the tunnels of the blanket fort to defeat him and save the city.

"I got you, Devilicus!" Clark grabbed onto Lex's arm. He kept his voice quiet, so Mom and Dad wouldn't hear.

"You will never defeat me!" Lex turned to wrestle him.

Clark let Lex pin him to the floor. He knew he could beat Lex if he wanted to, but a normal six-year-old couldn't beat a thirteen-year-old, so Clark had to pretend.

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Lex seemed really weak, though. Weaker than Pete, actually—and Clark only let Pete win at wrestling about half the time. Maybe Lex was going easy on him on purpose. Clark pushed back gently against Lex's hands, and found that Lex easily let him up. Clark carefully pushed him to the carpet.

"Oh no! You've defeated me!" Lex whispered.

"I'm gonna tear down your evil fortress!" Clark jumped onto the blanket fort and rolled around, knocking down the pillows.

"You haven't seen the last of me, Warrior Angel! I'll be back!" Lex crawled over to Clark and started tickling him.

Clark laughed. A little too loud. He gasped and put his hands over his mouth.

The door opened a moment later.

Clark backed up as Dad stepped into the room.

"Clark, what did we talk about?"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He should have listened! He hated being in trouble.

Lex cleared his throat. "Mr. Kent, I—"

"You and I will be having a talk about house rules later, Alexander." Dad turned to Clark. "Come on, let's get you back in bed."

"But Dad—"

"Now."

Clark's eyes felt watery. He sniffled and picked up his blanket. "Night, Lex."

"Night," Lex said, but he sounded worried. Clark hoped he wouldn't get in trouble too.