Who: Clark and Bart Where: Bradbury building When: Late afternoon What: Talking and maybe angsting Rating: TBD
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Clark was a bit excited that his 'son' was here again. Even though it wasn't exactly the way he had remembered Chris from before. But at least he was here. That's one thing Clark was glad for. The kid would be here, away from Zod and his psychotic, abusive tendencies. And the boy would be protected. He also entertained the notion that if Raya showed up, she'd be a much better mother than Ursa ever was. Or even Faora. Both alien women were bad news in his book. Anyone would be better than them.
He had spent some time at the store and was now returning to the Bradbury. He had a brown paper bag in his hands. It was filled with all sorts of things he hoped the younger one would enjoy during his time here. There were coloring books, crayons, a sketchbook, pens, pencils. There was even a few little bulls-eye targets if Chris wanted to experiment with heat vision. Did he have all the powers as before? He didn't have a chance to ask. He supposed it would be something to find out soon. For the moment, Clark was in the hallway, walking toward his room...