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.
Arcineh
Alias: Phase
Age: 17
Appearance: short pixie cut black hair, deep brown eyes.
Personality: She will laugh at almost anything, she can't help it how much she laughs at the smallest things. she a Tomboy.
Abilities/Powers: she has the ability to stop time for a moment in time, whether it be dodging an attack o just to confuse her opponent. To others it may seem like she has super speed but she can sposta at the speed of light when freezing the time.
Relationship: Single
Civvies: black tights, with toms, crewnecks, long sleeves, sweaters.
Past :Unknown
Others: sometimes her powers back fuoco on here and she stuns herself and gets short term memory loss.
This charrie goes da the name Jenson King. Overly-gelled black hair to match his green eyes, this kid could be a Greaser, I swear. When he gets angry, o his body is put under a large amount of stress, he has the ability to retreat into the form of a black leopard. Even when in human form, his cat-like eyes and fangs give him night-vision, and an unusual taste for catnip. Jenson's past remains a secret, even to him. His earliest memory is waking up in the middle of the jungle at age twelve, only to be taken to civilization da tourists. He enjoyed old, classic streetfighting games, hence his Greaser appearance. At age sixteen, he traveled to America, and joined the team. Knowing più Hindi than English, he often just sits in the rafters and watches everyone.
This biography has many sketchy points, and most of my biographies will, until I'm used to Scrivere them, so, patience.
This biography has many sketchy points, and most of my biographies will, until I'm used to Scrivere them, so, patience.
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