. (afrit) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2013-07-11 09:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | door: dc comics, supergirl, superman |
Who: Kara and Kal
What: Cousinly reunions
Where: Metropolis
When: Recently
Warnings/Rating: Nada
For days, Kara tried not to look for Kal.
She had known him only briefly in the month before she ended up in the strange place with the doors, and that month hadn't been a good one. They'd fought more than once, and she didn't trust him. He was more human than Kryptonian, and that unsettled her. She remembered him as a baby, one she watched regularly for her aunt and uncle, and now he was older than she was, and he sounded like someone speaking Kryptonian from a book, his accent all Earth and nothing like Argo City at all.
Even then, when they had fought over and over during that month, she hadn't known what to say to him. How could she explain people that she had known for sixteen years, who he had never met? Her aunt and uncle had always been a part of her life, even when the council removed her father, and even when her father and her uncle couldn't mend things. Lara and Jor had always treated her as a second daughter, and they were dead, and their son didn't even know them.
And now, it seemed like this Kal didn't even know the things that had happened in that month. She had no idea how to begin to explain, so she avoided him for days. But, in the end, he was the only person here who was like her, and she sought him out reluctantly, this cousin who was older and weaker.
She listened, and her listening took her to Metropolis in jeans and a bright pink hoodie, avoiding the red and blue that made her so visible to a world that had tried to shoot her from the sky more times than she could count. She still couldn't control her powers in any real way, and engaging in a fight just made it easier for her to become overwhelmed and hurt people. So, she let her hearing guide her, and she tugged the pink hoodie over her blonde hair, and she followed the sounds.
Clark was looking around the apartment in Metropolis, he was a little taken aback by everything that had happened. Metropolis looked the same, he felt the same, but having talked to a few people it was clear that nothing actually was the same. But his city knew him, this world knew him. Batman knew him. But so far he didn’t know any of them it seemed. He supposed he’d been in stranger situations, but this one was pretty confusing indeed.
He looked out the window for a long moment before he decided to go downstairs and walk across the street to get some takeout from the Italian restaurant he was glad still existed here. He was talking to a woman on the street, while they both looked at the menu. Perfect politeness and recommendations as he absently pushed his glasses back up his nose.
Seeing him was harder than it had been that first time, when she'd had no idea that he was supposed to be the baby she'd taken care of so many times on Krypton. He looked just as she remembered, and it made her homesick in a way that almost caused her to turn around and go back to Sanctuary, to flee this place and pretend she hadn't seen him. What if he disliked her, as the other version of him had? What if he became involved with the woman who owned the lasso, and what if he took her side? What if it was better to leave this alone and pretend she'd never come to Metropolis and found him.
But he reminded her so much of her aunt Lara.
It was that last bit that moved her forward in a rush of wind that shook the nearby trees and made people turn and look. Whenever her emotions were high, she did a terrible job of controlling her powers. She was stronger than him, she knew. He'd explained the mechanics of it to her once, that she'd spent a longer time in orbit around the yellow sun. But he'd promised they'd find a way to control her abilities. Even when he'd been fighting her, and even when she'd been throwing him into the Great Wall of China, he'd promised her that.
She threw herself at him, arms around his neck and pink hoodie falling off her blonde hair. She would have knocked a human into the next city block, but she wasn't even thinking about that at the time. She was just thinking about the past months in Sanctuary, the Kryptonite, and about how much she missed anything familiar.
Clark didn't have fond memories of being thrown into the Great Wall of China but it hadn't been that long ago, and he was still wondering if he'd see Kara again. He knew she was around, he just didn't realize how "around" she was until she was latched on to him and he was bracing himself against the impact. It wasn't terrible seeing her again at all - and he wondered what had thrown her into such a state. He patted her back and looked over her shoulder at the woman he'd been talking to who was now looking at him like he was crazy. To say that she'd been startled by it all would have been an understatement. "Kara," he said clearing his throat but he couldn't help sounding a tiny bit amused. "Are you alright?" he asked though he wasn't sure he wanted the answer.
He contemplated backing away slowly from the restaurant but he figured at the very least he could order them both food. He noted the phone number and thought that perhaps calling for delivery might be better.
Her yes was muffled against the side of his neck. She was okay. She hadn't been a few weeks ago, but she was okay now. She couldn't feel that terrible pain that had made her want to die. She couldn't feel the horrible weakness anymore, either. She could remember, though, and she hoped the memory faded someday. It was worse than when she'd used the Kryptonite to take H'El down, the memory. It had hurt so much worse than that had.
She pulled back a little, and she sniffled and nodded. "Yes. I was dying, but I am better now," she said, her English Krypton-accented and processor slow. She was going to ask Damian to help her update the program that helped the words get translated for her, but she was worried he would add inappropriate words for things, because that was just how Damian was. He wouldn't be as bad about it as Jason, who she was sure would add every sex word on this planet, but he would be terrible in a different way.
He didn’t like the sound of her, or the fact that she had seemed to grow somewhat clingy in whatever kind of place this was and however it was different from what they knew. He pulled back slightly and looked at her seriously for a long moment. “Kara, what happened?”
She shook her head, and her face rubbed against his shirt. There was comfort in that, just like there was comfort in the strength of his arms and the knowledge that she couldn't actually hurt him. She'd defeated him in fights before, and he'd told her that she was stronger than he was because she'd spent years closer to the yellow sun than he had. But like this, she couldn't hurt him. It was just a hug, and she hadn't had one of those without worrying in two months. She exhaled hard, and then she pulled back and wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand. She smiled, then, brightly, the teenager in full effect. "Just some trouble in Gotham, but I am glad you are here now."
He made a face, and tried to be as calming as possible - for several reasons. “There is always trouble in Gotham,” he said sighing a bit. “I’m glad you’re here too. I’m getting the feeling that I don’t really know anyone.”
"I will explain what I know," she told him, and she slipped her arm through his and tugged him into the restaurant. She did not need to eat, as her body did not need or want food while she was away from Sanctuary, but she knew he was weaker and his body needed the things of this world the way hers didn't.