batwomans_gotham | Waking Up For The First Time [Locked to anotherbwayne]

Clark awoke with a jerk, arms hitting the sides of...something. Blearily, he opened his eyes. Water? Glass. A tank? What in the world? How had he gotten here? He heard a voice, and felt something over his mouth. A mask? It was forcing oxygen into his lungs.

Alright, he really wants to know what's going on. Only there's no way he can rightly ask.

He was left alone for a moment, but then hands heaved him out of the tank and lay him on something hard and cold. There was a flurry of movement; pokes and prods and a sharp pain on his stomach. But then something warm covered him and something soft was put under his head. He was left in quiet and darkness.

Shivering, he slowly moves to sit up, a ringing in his head. He was never this cold. He'd always been warm, if not overly so. Just part of his design. He still had no idea what was going on, but one thing was running through his head. A question actually.

Where was Brenda?

So with that single question in mind, he managed to get himself outside and into the light of day.

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Brenda sighed, aware even in her sleep of the sounds of her house all around her. Will was running in the hall somewhere, and Alfred was dusting... she could hear him humming. She'd been getting stronger, but still had yet to say a word or move on her own.

And he's been walking for a while, and things are slowly coming back to him. Where would she be? Then...duh, Clark. Ducking down an alleyway where noone sees, he goes...not up up and away.

That was strange. He wasn't flying.

"Now how am I supposed to get to Bre-" he started, then disappeared. A few moments later, he reappeared in front of Wayne Manor.

"-nda's house..." he finished, trailing off and looking around with wide eyes.

There was a deep, angry growl as a massive black dog stalked up to him, only to stop and cock its head and then wag its tail with a little bark. Ace liked him, he smelled like a friend.

Inside the house Brenda opened her eyes and looked at the little light on the security camera, her brows drawing together.

Clark smiled, kneeling down and patting the dog on the head. "Hey there, Ace." he said, scratching him behind the ear.

"You seen Brenda?"

Not that he expected an actual answer, but maybe the dog would show him.

Another little bark and the big animal led him to the back and through an open patio door, then down a hallway and to the main living room, where a hospital bed sat in the corner with various monitoring equipment around it.

And he follows, but when they get to the living room, and he sees the hospital bed, he stops dead in his tracks. He just stands there, too stunned to even talk for a moment, until he's suddenly right there by her side.

"Brenda?" he whispers, worriedly.

Blue eyes turned to him in icey surprise, and she spoke before she remembered that she couldn't, her voice raspy and weak. "Who...?"

But then she saw the boy's features and she knew.

Clark's brow furrowed in confusion and worry. "What do you mean who?" he asks, gently taking her hand. "It's me, Clark."

"No," she said, commanding despite the weakness that kept her immobile. "Look in the mirror."

Confused as he was, he did what she told him, getting up and finding the nearest mirror to look into. And when he sees the reflection, he steps back away from it, shaking his head.

She couldn't see him, but she knew what he'd be doing.

"You're not Clark," her thready voice was gentle.

"You're his son."

He backed up a few more steps, and ended up tripping and falling on his butt. He didn't move to get up though.

"No." he said firmly. "I'm not. I'm Clark. I remember..remember being Clark."

Waking Up For The First Time [Locked to anotherbwayne]

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