"The night molded itself to his face and form so that it seemed his colors were black and gray rather than crimson and royal blue, the moonlight too preoccupied with Clark’s form to attend to the superhero."
Here is what I think about the line above: Clark is still joyful brightness even in the night, whereas this 'person' is nothing but sad darkness.
I have had so much fun reading this story!!!!
Deadly Chakram's comment was perfect: Cloneboy's warranty is almost up!
