Harley fiddled with the hem of her cropped shirt, she felt herself being brushed by, da people walking past her. She looked at these doors that would lead her to a cuore breaking moment that she was dying for. But she wasnt dressed. She felt bad for coming here in workout pants and cropped tees. But she knew she couldn't mostra up in her hero costume, that wouldn't help matters at all. Even being a hero, doing this kinda scared her, how would he react? Would he welcome her? Make a scene? Harley took a deep breath and with all the emotional strength she could muster, she pushed open those doors and walked into the main floor of the Daily Planet.
Clark was busy filing, typing, and organizing his desk, and yes, simultaneously, when the intercom came through, "Mr. Kent, we have a girl here to see you. detto she's family." Clark paused for a moment, "Alright send her up." He hadn't been expecting Kara until successivo month, this was a surprise.
Lois was typing away on Superman's latest feat when a petite black haired woman rushed passed her and turned a corner to Clark's office. She wasn't the jealous type, but Clark rarely ever had female visitors, and she was a reported. Sticking her nose where it didn't belong was her job, and not to mention, practically a secondo nature.
Clark didn't look up from his work when the door to his office opened, "Kara, what a surprise, I wasn't expecting te so early." But the voice that reached him didn't belong to Kara. His head snapped up, his eyes wider than saucers. The brunette woman before him, sporting bright blue eyes like his own. "H-Harley?" he whispered. He couldn't believe this. Harley had died over a anno ago! He watched it happen. Everyone who had a TV watched it, for gods sake! "This isn't real." Clark mumbled, he had to be seeing things. But a firm warm hand grabbed his, "I'm real, Daddy."
It all happened so quickly, Harley was no enveloped in a bone crushing embrace of her father. Hot tears spilled down their cheeks as they hugged tightly. Neither wanted to let go. "How? How?" Clark cried into his little girl's hair. "Does it really matter?" Harley detto nuzzling into his chest.
Harley's cuore was soaring, it was swelling with all the Amore she had yearned for. It physically made her cuore lurch to be in Clark's arms. He even smelled just like she remembered him. The small scent of his Smallville farm, printer ink, stacks of newspaper, and soft cotton. She wasn't letting a single thing escape her. "I missed te so much." She sobbed into his shoulder. da this time, Clark couldn't even speak.
A voice however, interrupted their moment, "Clark, whats going on here?" Her voice caught in her throat as the smiling, tear stained, face of the girl turned to her. Lois gasped, and ran over to unisciti the embrace. It may have looked childish, but this was family resurrected.
Clark was busy filing, typing, and organizing his desk, and yes, simultaneously, when the intercom came through, "Mr. Kent, we have a girl here to see you. detto she's family." Clark paused for a moment, "Alright send her up." He hadn't been expecting Kara until successivo month, this was a surprise.
Lois was typing away on Superman's latest feat when a petite black haired woman rushed passed her and turned a corner to Clark's office. She wasn't the jealous type, but Clark rarely ever had female visitors, and she was a reported. Sticking her nose where it didn't belong was her job, and not to mention, practically a secondo nature.
Clark didn't look up from his work when the door to his office opened, "Kara, what a surprise, I wasn't expecting te so early." But the voice that reached him didn't belong to Kara. His head snapped up, his eyes wider than saucers. The brunette woman before him, sporting bright blue eyes like his own. "H-Harley?" he whispered. He couldn't believe this. Harley had died over a anno ago! He watched it happen. Everyone who had a TV watched it, for gods sake! "This isn't real." Clark mumbled, he had to be seeing things. But a firm warm hand grabbed his, "I'm real, Daddy."
It all happened so quickly, Harley was no enveloped in a bone crushing embrace of her father. Hot tears spilled down their cheeks as they hugged tightly. Neither wanted to let go. "How? How?" Clark cried into his little girl's hair. "Does it really matter?" Harley detto nuzzling into his chest.
Harley's cuore was soaring, it was swelling with all the Amore she had yearned for. It physically made her cuore lurch to be in Clark's arms. He even smelled just like she remembered him. The small scent of his Smallville farm, printer ink, stacks of newspaper, and soft cotton. She wasn't letting a single thing escape her. "I missed te so much." She sobbed into his shoulder. da this time, Clark couldn't even speak.
A voice however, interrupted their moment, "Clark, whats going on here?" Her voice caught in her throat as the smiling, tear stained, face of the girl turned to her. Lois gasped, and ran over to unisciti the embrace. It may have looked childish, but this was family resurrected.
Bentley
Look at dat.
Name: Unknown.
Alias:: Cadaver.
Occupation: VILLIAN!
Powers: None! But has sword skills, marksmen and all that good junk.
Past: Cadaver is a clone of Fang......that is all. Created to set and destroy the Adams family...Mr. Clone doesn't take no for an answer and won't let anyone get in his way. Even if it means taking his own life.
Other: Easy to set off temper.
-Really isn't afraid of anything...
-Looks EXACTLY like Fang, acts different.
-Has a thing for Ciel..this should be fun.
THAT, is all :3
BAMF.
Reyna
BENTLEY IRL
Dante.
what the codes look like
New Costume
