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♞ eighth batsignal

[Bruce had managed to head over to Lana's in order to play Monopoly with her. For the past forty minutes to an hour the journal has recorded their game. Bruce insisted to ensure her that he wouldn't cheat ~ or that she wouldn't either... but he didn't exactly word it that way. However the game is entirely boring and Bruce hadn't recalled that part of the game. Hostile Global take overs were much more entertaining than this game... though he did like being the little car]

Lana I still can't believe I owe you that much for landing on St. James Place... [glances to her and pays her the paper cash before handing her the die]

Your roll. [and he tilts her head at her because she's staring at the die for a bit longer than she had been before] Lana? Everything alright?

Who... are you?

[looks at her a bit oddly]

It's Bruce? Bruce Wayne?

[aaand Lana screams and jumps up from the coffee table where they'd been playing the game.... and there goes the coffee table and their game]

Lana... it's alright, what happened?

[ooc: Lana's loss start!]

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[ didn't expect that anymore than he did, and she gasps. Oh no! Should she apologize? No wait, she doesn't have to! He must have kidnapped her or...something ]

No! You can't make me do anything I-I don't want to.

Where's Clark? Where's my...my... [ pause as she tries once again to remember her Aunt Nell. This is very upsetting! ]

Clark is on his way... just, let's go inside and wait for him. You can pick which room you stay in even or you can pick which room I stay in if you want. Just, we should get inside.

[he feels bad that she's so upset also his arm HURTS]

[ shakes her head again, rubbing at her face as she keeps trying to remember who her caretaker is ]

No no... Not with a stranger! I know better.

You're a liar. Clark's not here. You... You did something to me!

[there, instantly. at a safe distance, but, well, he's still there.]

Lana? Lana!

[holy crap what is with all these people being really freaking insanely fast?]

Clark - she won't go inside with a stranger. She thinks I kidnapped her.

[ looks at the new guy, then back at Bruce, then back at...the new guy again, squinting through the rain ]

Clark?

[ starts to walk over to him ]

He said you were a grown-up, too! Why?

[glances at Bruce and nods]

Okay. You alright?

[glance back at Lana, carefully judging the distance between them, and he lifts up a hand]

Okay, Lana, stop there, alright? I'll answer anything you want, as long as you don't come too close. Alright?

[Bruce nods. Bruce is tough. He'll push this back into socket inside or something. By himself. He's that tough]

Yeah, I'll be fine.

[ looks confused, then over at Bruce, then back at 'Clark' ]

A friend? I didn't mean to hurt him! I'm not bad. Something's wrong.

[ moves closer to him ]

I won't hurt you! Where's your mom and dad?

[quick glance at Bruce, then back at Lana.]

Yeah, he's my friend. And I know you didn't mean it; it was just an accident. You just don't know how to control your strength.

[ow, his everything; he takes a step back]

My mom and dad are at home. Lana, please, I need you to stop walking and listen to me. Stay still, alright?

[ stops ]

Why?

I'm... [oh god.] ... I'm sick. And, uh, if you get close to me, I might get you really, really, sick.

How about you step inside, okay? So you're not in the rain.

[ makes a face, showing that lie obviously worked, and she takes a couple steps back ]

You're in the rain and you're sick? Your mom and dad are gonna be mad.

[ rubs at her arm, blinking rapidly in the rain, then starts to turn, only to hesitate once more. She's six, but she's not stupid ]

...Are you really Clark? [ looks back at him ] Prove it!

I know. But it's worth it to see you and make sure you're okay.

[smile]

I'm Clark Kent. I live on the farm next door. Ask me anything.

[ is having trouble thinking up a question, since they totally aren't close, so she can't ask him anything super personal ]

Um... Just... Say something Clark knows!

You're Lana Lang. Your parents are Laura and Lewis, and you love horses and... [racks brain for little kid stuff] playing dress up. Your house has a big white porch.

[ that's all stuff anyone who lives in Smallville can know, but she's just not mature enough to think of that, so she's convinced! ...But not happy. Cue the pouting at the mention of her parent's names ]

They aren't here, though. I thought it was a dream, so that I'd see them again. But I can't...! And I hurt him! [ points at Bruce ] And I thought being grown-up would be fun, but I just want to go home to...!

I-I... I don't remember who I want to go home to. This is bad! It's all bad!

[ pause, and a sniff, before she bursts into tears and lunges forward to hug Clark without thinking, even if he has sickness cooties ]

[feels bad for her, but]

You've only been grown up for ten minutes, Lana, maybe not even. It gets a lot better. It's okay––

[and he's hit, and Clark has to grab onto her to stop himself from hitting the ground immediately, so he just gasps for breath, and probably does a good job of weighing her down as his knees give out on him.]

La... na...

[ yeah, suddenly holding him up when he's a total dead weight isn't easy, and she's too confused to try, so she drops to her knees and leans back to look at his face before trying to pick him back up ]

Clark? Clark! Is it cause you're sick? Being in the rain made it worse!

[ looks over to Bruce, and...can't remember his name ]

Mister! He's sick! He needs to see the doctor.

[Clark is so dying. That is a ridiculous amount of K, up close and personal. His skin is probably going grey and green-veined where she's touching him.]

Don't... touch...

[wow can Bruce pay attention or something here? SURE he can, he was trying to set his shoulder or something and really had no clue what was going on here until he glanced up and saw the whole - whatever that is... that is going on]

Lana wait... [goes in a soothing tone despite the panic probably on his face for a moment as he moves closer and wraps his arms around Lana's waist and painfully - shoulder still not right but not dislocated at least - pulls her away from him and a few feet back]

Stay here, I'm going to go see what's wrong with him. Just... go inside and get some dry clothes on. There are plenty of outfits to pick from, I'll make sure Clark is okay.

[ is too shocked by Clark's appearance to resist when Bruce pulls her away, but she's staring at Clark the whole time, and notices his skin returning to normal. She stays put, confused as he looks better the further away she is, and tests it by moving even further back, but doesn't go inside ]

...Me? I made Clark sick?

[he checks on Clark for a moment who gives him one of those 'guy looks' that means he'll survive and to give him some air, which he does and moves back to Lana rather quickly so that she doesn't see that Bruce doesn't make him sick]

I don't know what it is Lana, but I'm sure it's just the weather and stress. He'll be okay. He was just worried about you and came even though he was really in bad shape. He's a good friend, and he cares about you. So do I, so we really do need to get inside.

[ pauses, then nods and steps back over so that she's in front of Clark again, holding out a hand to help him up ]

Come on! We'll go in and you can have chicken soup.

[aaaand that's no good]

Lana! [goes toward her and once more, there's a low tug around her waist and sorry super speed/strength girl you're getting hauled over Bruce's GOOD shoulder for the moment]

Come on, in we go. [brings her inside and glances to Clark who is once more NEAR DYING and he sets her inside and looks at her very stern and adult-like]

Stay here young lady. [means it]

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