digging through old books and found him!

[red_son]

We cannot act on this impulse. We have much to learn, and you have much to read. That you know my story from years ago is not enough. Together, comrade, we can be a great help. But only time will tell.

Comments

[arach_nerd]

[Headdesk] Great. Soviet Superman. Awesome.

{Can you hear the sarcasm Superman. Because there's a lot of it]

[red_son]

[ Oh, he hears, and he is not amused. Being Superman, that means a frown but he'll harbor no ill intention. Yet. ] And who might you be?

Using a DC/Marvel game AU backstory where he looks up to Clark as a mentor.

[arach_nerd]

Not that either of my names will actually matter to you, but we'll go with Spider-Man.

Gotcha!

[red_son]

[ Lucky for you, Spider-Man, that he does not know of Batman yet. ]

You know my name, but you're correct in assuming that I don't know yours.

Re: Gotcha!

[arach_nerd]

Yeah, well, I hang out with a Kansas farmboy from Krypton every so often.

[andaway]

[IS THAT THE SOVIET SYMBOL ON HIS CHEST]

Well this is... new.

[red_son]

[ See it and fear it, friend. His eyes glow red-- he expects this to be another of Luthor's weapons, no doubt. ]

It is growing tiring, I would think.

[andaway]

[Well, okay. He can play that game to, and is irises are quick to turn red even though he has no particular reason to attack first.

He's seen alternate realities before, it's not that weird.]

I'm not sure I understand.

[red_son]

[ Again, the tension in his shoulders is reflexive but he doesn't barge forward. There is a boundary (not a clearly defined, national one this time) which hasn't yet been stepped over. He's not one to enjoy violence.

But he's still the newer one to this, you see. ]

Are you not another one of the weapons your president has commanded to be built to protect the Soviet Union? [ "Protect" what does not need the American definition of "salvation" to thrive and be happy. ]

[andaway]

[Kal is so confused his irises go back to the usual blue as he blinks, eyebrows almost reaching his hairline.]

I am most definitely not, and to be honest I was about to ask if you were. Maybe if you told me what president you are referring to we'd clear this up?

[power_girl]

There's a look I can safely say I never expected. That's...what's going on there?

[red_son]

[ There's a pause as he gathers his observations. --strange. Strange was dangerous. But also incredibly fascinating. ] I have been taken from my home with the promise to return. [ One day. You never know with these mundanes. ]

You're not human.

[power_girl]

No...I'm Kryptonian.

Just like you.

Except from an alternate universe, with an alternate Krypton.

So a little bit less like you.

...Kal, are you okay?

[lois_joanne_lane]

...

You are not wearing that to bed.

[red_son]

[ Hits him like a train. That woman he had shared the feeling with. The one he had saved from Metropolis. America. Dressed differently.

Saying these things-- ] I won't be in your presence longer. [ Long enough for that to be a problem. He is not from this place. ]

[lois_joanne_lane]

Whoa...hey big guy...what's going on?

[Lois reached out to him, her voice thick with concern on the heels of previous humor.]

[big_blue_boyscout]

[There's a look of disbelief as Clark tries to wrap his head around what it is he's looking at. It's clearly an alternate universe version of him, but there's just so many things about the idea of him sporting the hammer and sickle that seems completely wrong.]

What ...?

[red_son]

[ --He's looked in a mirror before. This is uncanny. Wrong. His face doesn't contort the way Clark's did but if possible, he's the one feeling more lost. His feet leave the earth. He just hovers. ]

It's a question I'd like an answer to, as well.

[big_blue_boyscout]

My name is Clark Kent. I'm from Kansas.

[It just felt like the right thing to do. It seemed like being honest was going to help them both figure out exactly what they were looking at better than any amount of questioning.]

[notdreaming]

[ ... ]

Kal?