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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She just lay and breathed for a few moments more, then opened her eyes again. "Move... where I can see you."

If he hadn't realized before he'd know now that she was totally parylized.

Few hesitant steps to where she can see him, and yeah...he's noticed alright.

"How did that happen?"

"I worked myself into the ground, like Clark said I would." A mirthless smile as she scrutenized him.

"I don't remember telling you that." he says, then clenches his jaw. He didn't actually say that.

"So you haven't got all of his memories." She wondered if he'd been ment to have any.

He already hated the dilineation between him, and who he thought and remembered being.

"Guess not." Then. "My powers aren't the same."

"Oh?" One brow arched quizzically, waiting for him to explain. Even flat of her back she was still the leader who'd once kept the JLA on its toes.

"Tried to fly here, and it didn't work." he said. "Then I...I guess I thought of wanting to be here, and I was."

She wishes she could get to her lab. But she knows that's not going to happen. Instead she asks, "What else do you remember?"

"I remember..." he thinks for a moment. "...fighting someone."

"Who?" Her face goes even colder.

"I can't remember."

She started to ask another question, but then remembered herself and once more forced work away from herself and made herself say. "Are you hungry?"

He shook his head. "No not really."

She swallowed slightly at the look of concern in those blue eyes. She'd loved Clark. Not romantically, but the boyscout farmboy had been one of the few people outside Alfred and Dr. Leslie that she'd trusted. It had driven her that much nearer to the edge when Luthor had killed him. She had known for a long time about his feelings toward her.... And now, technically, due to some ass's interferance, they had a son.

She had a son. As much as she hated the whole idea of his creation and existance she couldn't hate the boy.

She closed her eyes. "Ask Alfred to find you some of Will's things." It was a dismissal, an asking for space while she rested and worked this all out in her mind. An incredible change from what she would have done once.

And even though he's sure she didn't mean to, that dismissal hurt. He doesn't let it show on his face though. He just nods, turning to go find Alfred.

"You take it easy, huh?"

Waking Up For The First Time [Locked to anotherbwayne]

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