#c:kal

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text: Right of course. I forgot about that. In my defense things changed very quickly

text: in the best way

text: Haha. No comment on that... but I definitely knew what I was getting into

text: You did but to be fair, I think you wouldn't have had a made myself more known before I walked in

text: Although it does make sense why I was so worried when I didn't know you were okay

text: Believe me, I'm very glad I accidentally sent it to you and not someone else.

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Clark hadn't seen Harley since they, or at least her and Kal, broke up a little over a month ago. His heart still hurt and his mind was still trying to make sense of what had happened. One day everything seemed fine and the next she was standing in front of him telling him it was over. His work colleagues had noticed he was down in the dumps, although he couldn't tell them why, so they organized a road trip to Gotham for a night after work to hit the bars, which Clark felt was more for them than him. After the first two bars everyone had decided to go to a third but feigning the fact he wasn't feeling well Clark said he would go back to the hotel, after all what were the chances he would run into Harley in a city of millions.

Apparently the chances were very damn high as the incredibly distinctive voice of his ex-girlfriend echoed through the night. Looking up he noticed her trying to back off from a guy that was being way too pushy. At first he thought to not intervene, after all the last thing he wanted was to push his way into her life again without her wanting it but as the guy was not taking a single hint he decided to help her. As he walked over, Clark took his glasses off and undid the first couple buttons of his shirt to try and be a little less... him.

"Everything alright here?" He asked as he, maybe more out of familiarity than to sell the look, he wrapped his arms around Harley's waist. "Sorry I didn't catch up, love. There was a cue to the bathroom." He kissed her back, forcing down any and all emotion that threatened to come to the surface in that moment. "Let's go get that drink," he said looking into her eyes, sliding his hand into hers. "Have a good night, pal," he said to the guy with a nod that essentially said don't try it.

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@gothamsjestersiren

Kal was nervous when he fell asleep and was nervous when he woke up. Nervous but excited, very excited, more than he had expected to. He woke up early, like he was going on an international flight with parents, early but he was more than ready for the trip. He was packed, and repacked, well before he had to leave to pick up Harley. Slinging his backpack over his shoulder he stepped out of his apartment and looked around. "Bye Metropolis," he muttered to himself, "Kara will take great care of you." A second later, since no one was around, Kal took off into the sky.

Not too long after Kal arrived in Gotham and flew directly to Harley's house. He was about to land on the pavement but noticed the streets were quite busy and he thought seeing Superman with backpack and knocking on someone's door would be weird and probably draw more eyes than they needed so he did what he had done previously and flew around to her bedroom window. Gently, he knocked on the window and called out, "it's just me."

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As his phone dinged with the last message from Harley Kal chuckled and was about to reply when he suddenly looked up just in time to see he was about to crash straight through the window he was heading toward. Suddenly he stopped and then had to react to steady his hand under the pizza and garlic bread so they didn't fall all the way to floor.

"That could have been a disaster," he muttered to him. He looked around to make sure he was in the right place since he was sure the window was going to be open but he knew he was, especially since he could see Harley through the window. Flying the little distance he needed to closer to the building he knocked on the window, hoping it would get her attention, as he held up the pizza with a smile.

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@loisreps continued from here

Superman shook his head, a pleasant expression on his face, even if it could barely be seen. "No, Miss Lane. There is no need to thank me. I'm more than happy to do this interview. Especially with the most leading reporter the Planet has." Kal stopped himself from going on or it would become Clark Kent telling Lois how wonderful she was. His feet his the landing of the room of the building lightly and he took a couple steps toward Lois, letting out a small soft chuckle at her words. "I wouldn't expect anything less, Miss Lane. I am here to answer everything I can."

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@wxrwounds continued from here

It had been a few hours after the last message. He felt horrible as he flew past the last house before reaching her window. He gently tapped on it as he looked at her through it with an apologetic expression. He held the flowers up he had picked up slong the way. "I'm sorry," he said through the closed window. "I got held up. I was going to be here hours ago."

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@gothamsjestersiren continued from here

Walking around with Harley on his arm felt good, right even. Sure, he had been nervous the days leading up to the party. Nervous about people talking to her in a way he wouldn't like, nervous they would mock her behind their backs, nervous it would be too much for her. Thankfully though, none of those things were happening. Sure they got a few questionable, even dirty, glances from people but from what he could hear, which was essentially everything, that was it.

As he handed her the glass he chuckled softly. "I thought as much. I should have grabbed you something sooner but getting through the sea of people wasn't as quick as i had hoped." At statement he looked up and laughed a little. "I promise I didn't plan that." Gently he put his hand on cheek and leaned in most of the way before stopping. "Are you okay with it?" He asked, not even glancing around to see if their ruse was in fact affecting the person it was intended for originally

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Tears from rin to dealers choice I'll make whatever work. Xox

[ TEARS ]: sender shows up at the receiver's door in tears and in need of comfort after a long day (or week, or month…)

Clark had finished his chores around the farm. He had done them at normal speed which always worked up a slight bit of a sweat. Grabbing the pitcher of lemonade his mother made earlier in the day and an apple from the fridge he chugged down about half the contents of the pitcher and bit down on the apple as he heard the knock on the door. For a moment his brow furrowed until the knock happened again. "Coming," he called out through a mouth full of apple. Walking up to the door he opened it. "Rin?" He question muffled. "Are y..." he stopped himself realizing he still had the fruit in his mouth. Reaching up to it he pulled it out. "Are you okay?" He asked concerned.