Just get on with it!
Sorry for my grumpiness. I wanna go to bed and sleep for fifteen hours.
Mr. Penni sat on one of the kitchen stools and fiddled with his long, clever fingers.
An hour had passed since Batman appeared. He could not pretend no longer, not while Gotham was back. Violet had used her powers, and the effects were so strong that Cell was no more.
It was nothing in the first place, Paul reminded himself.
His wife sat beside him, a hand on his shoulders. "When will Elena come back?" she finally whispered, taking his hand.
"Tomorrow." He sighed. "Lana, what will she say? Her nightmare from when she was five has come back to life."
She shook her head. "I thought that Cell City would last longer."
Mr. Penni put his head in his hands. "No, you don't understand. Violet became stronger over the years, ever since the accident. She doesn't remember, but superheroes help her."
Lana opened her mouth to say something, when Paul's cell phone started to buzz.
They both stared at it, knowing who it was.
Mr. Penni's hand slowly lowered itself to his iPhone, trembling as he put it to his ear.
"Elena."
"Dad!" A female voice erupted from the phone, almost making him drop it. "Are you okay? Have they remembered yet?"
He closed his eyes, and then opened them again after a moment had passed. "No. Violet hasn't, Max hasn't… Bat-"
"Shh!" his eldest whispered. "It's fun here in Florida, but Gotham's back, dad. What if they remember? You know Bru-"
"Don't say his name," Paul interrupted, looking around. "He might be watching. Do you remember how stealthy he was-?"
"Dad. I remember him. Both of them." Elena paused, as if the memories were coming back to her. "Bru- Batman was grumpy, but kind. He never let us down, even if he couldn't exist. And… Superman, he was like family. I miss them…"
He cleared his throat. "I know. We'll talk about this tomorrow. Goodbye, I love you." He started to lift the phone away from his ear.
"Bye. Wait, dad-"
Paul paused. "Yes?"
"Why did you give her those comics, anyways?"
He smiled sadly. "To give her back the life she was missing."
(Just gonna say this. I got this idea off of Frozen, a new movie in theaters. It's really good!)
A young Violet opened her eyes to the sunshine in her face. She groaned, and plopped out of her small toddler bed.
She lay on the floor for a while, but the sun shone in her face even more brightly. Suddenly, she sat up, alive with energy.
Violet creeped to five year old Elena's room, her not so long black hair flowing behind her like a brilliant cape. The three year old snuck over to her sister's bed, shaking her.
Elena opened her brown eyes and rolled over. "I'm tired Vi," she managed to mumble. Violet tugged at her sister's long, brown hair.
"C'mon!" she groaned. "I wanna pway!"
Her sister did not move from the position she was in.
Violet leaned in. "We can go flying," she whispered in her ear.
Elena jumped out of her bed and bounded downstairs to the playroom, Violet not far behind her. Soon they were in the large room, and they pushed the toys to the side, giggling.
Violet bounced up and down. "Can you do… the magic?" she whispered, as soon as she had calmed down. Elena nodded, and held out her small hand. Her little sister smiled and leaned in. Small fireworks erupted from Elena's hand, and she started to hover in mid air, aiming the magic around the room.
Violet giggled and reached to touch a spark. It did not hurt her tiny hand, only wavered on her palm and disappeared.
Elena laughed and created more sparks, larger. She stopped as they heard the door open.
"Violet! Elena!" scolded their parents, dressed in their robes, and, Mr. Penni, blue plaid underwear. Violet looked at her parents, and smiled.
"But today is the day! Don't you see?" her violet eyes widened, as did her grin. "I couldn't rest anymore."
"I know, I know," said Mr. Penni. "Superman comes today, in front of the whole Gotham. But you really had to get up at 4:30 in the morning?"
"I can't tell the time yet," said Elena. "Much less Violet."
Mrs. Penni laughed. "Come on, since you're awake, let's have breakfast. Who wants eggs, and who wants pancakes?"
Violet had started to fly.
Since she had been running so much today, she just decided it was time for a change. Much easier to fly then to run. If only she could do it in the mile for school.
She shook her head and landed in front of the farm that she had arrived at. She was no longer dressed in her usual clothes, instead she had a cat suit on that was black, a purple mask, a purple cape that fell to her ankles, and purple boots and purple gloves. Violet had gotten them at a costume shop.
Violet really did like purple.
She paused, and knocked on the door.
A woman, pretty for her age, opened the door. Her kind blue eyes looked startled, but then relaxed.
"You are not human," she said, looking at her costume. "I assume you want Clark? He's in the woods, taking a walk."
Violet was surprised that Mrs. Kent did not scream and throw the wooden spoon she was holding at her. But, then again, she was Superman's adopted mother. They were no strangers to aliens. Or people like Violet.
She nodded and flew off towards the trees in the distance, her ponytail flowing behind her. She landed right in front of Clark, a young man with black hair and glasses.
He looked at her, she looked at him.
He cleared his throat. "Hello, er…"
Violet's purple eyes behind the mask saddened. She wasn't Violet with the costume on. She took off the mask and let down her dark black hair.
"I am Violet," she said, holding out her hand. He took it. "I need your help."
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I updated! I'll update Day and Night soon. Hopefully.