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clark kent / dceu

[signifies]

action — the mansion & grounds.

[ The feel of kryptonite is still fresh, and there's none of it anywhere in the room he wakes up in. No wound, just a phantom ache. No hidden cameras or microphones. Clark pushes open the door, listening for anyone in the corridor, or in another room who might need help.

None of this feels real.

He can be found in the mansion itself or out in the grounds, examining everything. It's hard to be unimposing wearing a bright red cape, but Clark manages it, somehow, approaching those he meets with a polite smile. ]

Excuse me. What's keeping us here?

network — text.

I'd like to know more about Wonderland, specifically, if there's any pattern to who it brings here. I'd appreciate as much information as possible.

If you'd prefer to meet in person, I'll be at the cafe.

- C. Kent

[signalized]

[The network is far from secure and Bruce doesn't particularly trust it. Not to mention he needs a moment to gather himself when he sees that name show up -- Clark's death, the sacrifice he made, is something that has weighed heavily on him. But he's also known with the differences in timelines that there was always a chance of him showing up.

Hell, there's a chance this isn't even a Clark that knows him. Wonderland is weird.

With that in mind, he makes his way to the cafe, trying to keep himself calm and collected even if he actually feels quite on edge.]

As far as any of us can tell, there isn't a set pattern.

[signifies]

[ That suit of his hides Bruce's heartbeat. It's not the only reason Clark's surprised to see him, but that surprise smooths over quickly. At least there's someone here he recognises, and who recognises him in his glasses and civilian clothes. They fought together against Doomsday with that mysterious woman, and Clark is willing to believe that isn't going to be just once.

He stands when Bruce arrives and sits after he does, opening the notebook to a blank page. ]

Place of origin, age range, nothing?

[signalized]

[Likewise, it's nice for Bruce to have someone here who knows who he really is and not just who he has been presenting himself as. He's been establishing the Bruce Wayne persona as best he can in Wonderland but it's difficult with no one around who sees beyond the mask.

He misses Alfred.

Anyway. He brought his own notebook with him, as he figured it'd be useful. He's been obsessively taking notes in his short time here.]

Nothing. There are a lot of adults here, but no small amount of children either. And this place seems to take all sorts of people here. I've tried placing a pattern to it, and so have many of the other residents, but nothing seems to really fit.

[signifies]

[ Clark glances at it but looks away without reading. He pointedly doesn't scan Bruce for any weapons. What he has, it's not to use against Clark. He's trying to see a person too, not what he thinks the Bat is. Bruce isn't that any more than Clark is a god. ]

And how long have you been here?

[ It's soft, but unhesitant. Clark has no desire to see him harmed. That he's stuck here is frustrating for them both. ]

[signalized]

[Bruce does have a few weapons tucked away on him, just in case, but they aren't to be used against Clark, not this time. But if there's one consistent thing he's learned it's that Wonderland is unpredictable and it's better to be prepared for anything.

Bruce would argue that he's more the Bat than anything else, but he's been trying to do better than that, all things considered.]

About a month now.

[It's frustrating to admit, even though he knows many people have been here much longer.]

[signifies]

[ Clark closes his notebook. His coffee's untouched, but there's a plate full of biscuits he pushes over between them. ]

Magic?

[ He's sceptical, throwing it out there to see what Bruce thinks of it. ]

[signalized]

That's what people say. The Queen of Hearts [Yes, he knows how that sounds, but it's the reality] seems to be a major player in it, but not the one pulling the strings.

[He picks up a biscuit, idly wondering when he last ate. He's bad at that.]

[signifies]

Sounds like a mystery.

[ Not a fan. He and Bruce can work on it together, well, he hopes they will. Clark will find him after he's spoken to more of the residents.

He waits a few moments before changing the subject. ]

Bruce... are you all right? What happened to the creature?

[signalized]

It is. And not a fun one. Some people have been here for years.

[Which means they have their work cut out for them.

The change of subject sobers his expression slightly -- Bruce had perhaps purposefully kept to business talk to avoid this. Emotions aren't his specialty at the best of times, especially when it involves death and guilt.]

I'm fine. [Well, as fine as he ever was, anyway. Bruce was damaged long before he ever met Clark.]

You defeated him, though it came with a price.

[signifies]

[ He makes a note to go looking for those residents as soon as possible, nodding at Bruce's words. ]

I remember.

[ Bruce doesn't have to beat around the bush with that, but Clark doesn't want to bring it up needlessly. It's a tough subject without what's going on around them. ]

Thank you for rescuing my mother. I didn't get the chance to, before.

[signalized]

It was the least I could do. I couldn't -- [The words are difficult to articulate, something he hasn't said out loud but had certainly felt in the moment. He couldn't save his own mother, but he could save Clark, and in that moment he had remembered why he became Batman to begin with.

He clears his throat.]

No one should have to lose their parents like that.

[signifies]

[ Clark looks away, focusing his senses on the wind in the garden. He read up a little, after they'd met, but judged Bruce to be a typical socialite with too much time on his hands and would have left thinking that was all there was to him. The loss of a family is unimaginable. Even Clark without a world had the Kents, and Lois. ]

Thank you.

[ That's the last they'll speak of it. ]

Er, do you know who the mysterious woman with us was?

action

[cloned]

[Kon looks up at the familiar voice and stares. Considering he's wearing a t-shirt with the S insignia and jeans, it's hard to tell that he's in costume. But he definitely is.]

Oh, man, they got you too? Um, magic, I guess. But no one seems to have any details.

[signifies]

[ It's a shirt and not a suit; Clark knows they sell these for fans. The more suspicious detail is this boy looks like the spitting image of Clark himself at that age, and there's no such thing as coincidences.

He keeps his voice even. ]

How do you know that it's magic?

[cloned]

[The problem with teenage clones? The teenage part. Kon rolls his eyes.]

Well, gee, Clark, probably the fact that we're in a literal storybook world and that's one of the things that can actually hurt us. Also that's what everyone says.

[signifies]

[ Clark's jaw sets. There's a tenseness in him he can't disguise. He doesn't know about magic (it exists?) and this boy doesn't just know of him, he knows him.

His eyes flick to the S on that T-shirt. ]

Do you mind if we go somewhere private?

[cloned]

[....oh right, secret identity. Way to go, Kon. Just cause they seem like they're alone doesn't mean they're actually alone.]

...yeah, that's probably a good idea. Uh.... [He points upwards. That's probably about as private as they can get.]

[signifies]

[ Clark nods. He doesn't go as high as possible, drifting over mansion where people are less likely to look out of their windows and see the two of them. He doesn't want anyone (especially those might be different like them) getting a sense of what they can do.

Before Kon has a chance to explain, Clark interrupts. ]

You know me, but I've never met you before. Who are you?

[ The resemblance, the symbol... his son? It's too hopeful. Clark waits. ]

[cloned]

...oh boy.

[Clark hasn't met him? What? Kon takes a moment before answering, mostly because his mind is racing a little. Unfortunately, there is an all too easy explanation, cause Tim is here from the past and Batman doesn't know who he is. Freaking alternate universes.]

I'm... Superboy. Kon-El. Or... Conner Kent. [None of which is exactly a helpful answer. He rubs the back of his neck.] I'm your clone.

[signifies]

[ Clark stares at him blankly. ]

My clone?

[ Disbelief first, but it becomes anger quickly at the sense of violation. There'd be a good reason to make more Kryptonians, Clark's instinct is to jump to every ugly one first.

He looks away, folding his arms in thought. ]

How? Did I agree to this?

[cloned]

Hey, it wasn't my idea!

[He floats back, raising his hands. No, Clark definitely didn't agree to this, but Kon didn't clone himself. He's the product of Superman, Lex Luthor, and a dollop of mad science. He's glad he exists, but he's well aware that the process of coming into being wasn't exactly normal.

He's also pretty sure he shouldn't bring up where his human DNA came from. Not yet, anyway.]

And you were dead at the time.

[signifies]

[ ... Oh. ]

I see.

[ It wasn't him, it was humans. What Clark can't figure out is why, but that doesn't feel like it's something for him to know anymore. ]

So... are you going to be... do you want to be Superman?

[ Kon didn't ask to be made in someone's image. ]

[cloned]

I mean... someday? [Kon waves his hands in front of him.] I should also mention you got better. You're not dead now.

Well, obviously, you're not, but also the you from my universe.

[signifies]

[ He shakes his head a little. It's a lot to take in. ]

That's a little hard to believe.

[ He knows he's dead, the idea of... someone, or even who he is making that otherwise is a terrifying prospect. That's without taking "magic" into account.

They never did test the limits of his ability to heal. ]

Where I'm from, [ his universe, Kon called it. ] they're probably creating you.