It wasn't London. Los Angeles. The House of Mystery. Titan's Tower, Dick's apartment or Wayne Manor. Not even the Batcave, no, none of those familiar places. It'd be nice to be there, but right now...you couldn't be.
You needed distance and space.
A clear sight and start, for the time being. So it was best to go somewhere away, far away where you could do that just that after all that has happened. Being on your own wasn't anything really new, since the start of your life you've been. So a little more alone time fit just right. The others didn't need to know, that was the beauty of magic you could make things happen to your liking. Of course there was a price depending. You learned that lesson well, very well and it still...hurt every time you thought about it. Every time it woke you. But it was to be expected, no matter what you did to prevent it.
Teas.
Chants.
Anything, perhaps it was best so you wouldn't...forget and held something. Or maybe you could stop with that revealing spell to see their well-being which was good, all of them where doing well...to some extent. As for yourself, well...you made sure to get by these last seven months here in the city Metropolis.
Yes, Metropolis.
STAR city was another choice but you felt a calling to come here, unsure why but it would provide you with what you needed then fine. You'd take it. A different scenery was good, that's what you told yourself pretty much every morning waking up. With the sound of your alarm clock going off next to you on the nightstand by your bed, in this lovely...using that term loosely, apartment, actually it was a studio. A decent size, it came with a nice view from the decent sized balcony. Bed, couch, small circle dinning table close to the window, a lamp near your bed, 33"inch television, stand, bookcase filled with some things. A closet, dresser, bathroom and kitchen, the required appliances that filled the kitchen and some other things.
Place was well furnished, some bought some was donated and others well, again that's what magic was for. Rising from your bed, tossing the covers off stand up and get up completely. Stretch for a moment in your black shorts and black neon graphic tank-top, small fangs and all shown. Run your fingers through your thick longer white hair. It reached just a bit pass your knees. Honestly it should be cut but, you just hadn't gotten around to it...just yet. Even if at times it could be a bit weighing, the best thing was to put it up in a ponytail. Lucky for you, you had a hair band to do so, collecting the amount do so.
Yawning again, walk to the kitchen and turn on the stove. Then snap your fingers turning on the television, take out two eggs and a bowl. Crack them and take out a whisk scramble them. The news was on, you didn't want to hear it and would normally turn to another station but just couldn't turn it. So instead turn it down, and mutter to yourself have music play. Taking out a pan hold it and pour the eggs in then with your other hand place it under the pan and ignite a small flame in your palm to begin cooking.
It was faster this way, saved on the gas bill.
Though a certain someone wouldn't approve, by now, your eyes drop a bit just thinking about it...shift slowly to your front door expecting that someone to come in by now. Of course they'd knock then unlock as they had the key and enter. Carrying the morning paper, two bags of groceries, a mild and kind smile. Followed by a greeting, like the country boy he was raised as.
"Morning Violet," Clark would always say, every day for weeks on end after he set you up. It was the reason he a key, he did pay for the place. Until well...
The eggs where done, finally. Taking out a plate pour them on, get a fork and eat them standing up. You should have added cheese, oh well. It was quiet, now. Minus the fluttering birds flying by and the distant traffic noise below. Even the voices from inside were, they've been so for quite some time. It should be nice but...it felt a bit..stomach sinking.
Was it because you've been off the grid for awhile? Or who knows. Right now you wanted to go and climb back into bed, curl up and sleep or just lay there. You didn't before after arriving. Just staying in bed, under the sheets only getting up to go and do something. Eat and bathroom. Then crawl back in. It went on for days, till the Boy-in-Blue did something about it.
A job.
Part-time.
Clark came right in, you remember, he walked right over and snatched your sheets off. With a stern look on and voice to match. "Get up. Come on." You remembering hissing and groaning. Rolled back over. That didn't stop him. He simply picked you and set you up. Towering over you in all his muscles and might. Pushed up his glasses.
You stood before, shoulders slumped and uninterested eyes rolled to the side. Asked dryly. "Why?"
"Because," he started voice still firm. "it's unhealthy and sulking around won't do anything. Also, I allowed you a place to stay as well keeping your presence hidden from Batman, and we both know how hard that can be. It's the least you can do as payment."
"But you said!" you snapped a bit.
His eyes snapped back and you hush. "I know what I said, and you're not paying for anything here. Just more so morally and soul filling. I think it's a reasonable payment."
You fold your arms and sigh. Walk to the couch and flop on it, stare up at the ceiling fan watching it go round and round. Clark comes and stands over you, hands on his hips. You frown and roll over. He didn't move.
"Violet?" He said a bit softer, your eyes shut tight at the tone. Grab a pillow and cover your head to hopefully drown him out. It didn't. "I can't say I understand fully what you're experiencing, but, mulling in it isn't going to do you any good or is it good for your health. You can't stay hidden away and hope to avoid anything bad from happening. You can give yourself rest after something draining and hurtful, but that's what it is rest. Look I don't mind how long you need to stay here, take the time you need. But," he strained. "you need move forward. If you don't want to full talk about it, that's fine. We talk when you're ready. But, you will at least get out of this place and live a little. Also it might just help you find what you're looking for and get back into help others, and maybe produce a smile."
You grunt.
"Or I could just tell Batman." he added.
You shot up and glared at him, he smirked victoriously. Grumbling, sigh long and hard, get up. "Fine."
And with those words, you took his offer. Anything to prolong your stay. And from there, Clark would come in ten minutes after you finished showering or changing. Ready to take you to work, he went as far as getting you a pair of glasses like him. Just to be funny, you never wore them, and the two of you would head to...work. Right now, after finishing eating, went to change.
A dark jumpsuit with a sweetheart neckline, dark belt around the waist, white cropped blazer and dark open toe heels. Your hair...well you flat ironed it. Made it easier to manage and looked...professional. With it pressed and flat scoop it back and tie it back into a fish braid. Keeping some of your bangs to frame your face. Give yourself a look over, oh yeah, your other appearance. The marks...pale skin and tail. As well you pointy ears, well thank goodness for you
Your jeweled choker. The moment you it on, your appearance changed. Skin was normal. Ears too, markings gone and tail. Even those sharp teeth of yours. You looked normal.
Well, normal...normal.
Stepping out go gather your purse, phone, and wallet. Keys too. Turn around finding no Clark, after six months...it should or would be considered normal. But it wasn't really. Without looking snap your fingers turn off the television and leave. Lock up head to the elevator. It didn't take long for you to reach the bottom and outside, where right away a newspaper blew and smacked you right in the face. Grunting, take it off and read the headlines.
MYSTERIOUS NEW SUPERMEN?
With four silhouettes and a question mark on each one. The same thing, you toss it to the side and continue on your way. Another day another...dollar. Whatever. Walking was fine, though it would be easier if you just well...flew or teleported yourself. But you didn't. Though you sort of wish you did, walking by a few people and couple of television stores and those playing the radio they had today's news playing with Cat Grant the reporter interviewing G. Gordon Godfrey. Discussing the new Supermen.
You were sort of wishing you'd grab your earbuds. It was all anyone really was talking about or interested in since well...what happened to Clark six months ago. It stunned everyone around the world, you were in shock and...honestly felt that maybe if you would have...but you didn't and now...
Without him here you could just stay at home, but, you didn't and continued this routine he made. Nearly there, out of all the places he got you a job at, it should have been expected really but it still surprised you. Especially when introduced you to everyone.
You remembered, how could you forget?
Clark stood with you before everyone. His hands on your shoulder. "Everyone, I'd like you to meet Violet Kent. My cousin," he introduced you. "she just recently moved here and is into journalism. She'll be helping around here for a bit. As a paid intern."
It was awkward even more so from what he claimed you to be, but it some how worked. Whatever story he put together so a fifteen year old could work here at the Daily Planet. Which was just two blocks away, quickly you hurry and make your way across the two blocks, enter the building. Racing to the elevator make it on time before it closed. Press the button for the floor level and go up.
Ding!
You step out on the floor with a few others, the place was busy as it should be. A few people who noticed you waved, you waved back and went to your...desk. Next to Clark's empty one, that was when you felt the sympatric stares of the others. You do your best not to pay attention to them and turn on your computer, sit and wait to be told what to do.
Which normally would be Clark if not him then...her.
Lois, but she was taking a leave of absence. So you sat and well...waited. After about nearly a half hour Jimmy came over. "Hey Violet. Coffee?" he offered holding a cup for you. Smiling with his dusted freckles.
You take it and set it aside. You preferred tea more so than coffee. "Thanks," you said dryly.
"You're welcome!"
His was so chipper. It hadn't changed. You understood why most was it was his personality and the rest well...to be friendly. "So..."you sit up leaning back, look at him. "do you have anything for me to do?"
"No, not really. I've got some pictures to develop and...OH!" he exclaimed. "I was able to get some really good ones of that metal Superman, the one that has the hammer. He saved me from getting hit by a bus."
Your brows wrinkled in confusion. "How did you almost get hit by a bus?"
He blushed embarrassed. "I saw that young Superman, and I was about to take his picture and well...you know got distracted."
"Oh course you would." Pinch your brows. "I'm not surprised." Swirl around in your chair. "Well, glad you're alright."
He chuckled bashfully. "Yeah, so.."his voice dropped a bit. "how have you been doing? You know...since..."
Your eyes fall to the side, to Clark's desk. "Fine." you said softly. Tapping the pencil in your hand. "Just fine."
Jimmy rested a hand on your shoulder. Opened his mouth to say something. When Perry shouted. "Violet! Get in here!"
"Excuse me." you push and get up from the chair make your way to the man in his office. If not he'd shout your name again. "Yes?" you step in.
He was rummaging through somethings. Grabs a file and hands it to you. "Here." You look at it and open it. "Got you a job, it's simple and easy. Will get you out of the office. There's need of a personality journalist and quite frankly no one here would work for doing something your age can."
"Personality journalist?" you raise a brow reading through the file. "For what?"
Perry corrected you. "Not for, for who. I'm not a fan of this sort of journalism but it pays well and might work. Get your foot in the door. They're expecting you soon, I already called and told them accepted it."
"What!"
"To bad, now," he looked to you. "do some good out there kid. Now get!"
He pointed a finger to the door. Wanting to say something didn't and leave. Gathering your things, Jimmy was still at your desk asked what it was. You told him you had a new assignment. You weren't able to give him the full details you had to leave. Telling him bye hurry up. Racing to the elevator get in, press the lobby button, go down. In a few you reached the lobby. Sprinting out in a hurry you didn't pay attention and cross the street without considering traffic. Hear a blaring car horn and screeching breaks, whip your head around at the incoming car, freeze!
Throw your arms up, something whooshes down and scoops you up. Next thing you felt yourself flying and weightless. Along with a light deep chuckle. Setting your arms down, find yourself mid air over the accident that would have been you down below. Your belongings scattered across the street.
Wait!
Why where you flying? Whipping your head around find grey eyes looking at you. One of them winked, belonging to a teenage boy about your age or a year older. Black the bottom underneath shaved off, in a leather jacker over a bodysuit, with the top blue having a Superman's giant S on it.
It took a moment but you realized who this was. Point a finger at him. "You're one of them. You're-"
His smile turned into more a suave smirk. Leaned in. "I'm Superman, hey."
