alien but not green

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𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐒 ruefully when he assured her there is going to have time for her. ❛ If I don’t die. ❜ Life’s too short and she lives it fullest. ❛ A picnic? ❜  This is how things didn’t go well between her and Ivy. It all started because she wanted to invite the redhead for a date, and Isley picked a picnic at the beach. That’s Selina they’re talking about and honestly, the brunette deserves something EXTRA special. Moonlight sounds nice, maybe a bottle of Parmalat milk, Whiskers, and tuna just to prank her at first. She loves how annoyed Kyle can stay at her sometimes, it somewhat amuses her. God knows how this is going to be the punishment, perhaps, it was a good idea to start to hide Mr. Beaver in a better place… Her taxidermy beaver is one of her kryptonite.

❛ For moonlight? I like the idea, perhaps a rooftop? And I can give her a basket of Parmalat Milk, a can of tuna. Any diamond available in a museum I’ll probably steal fer her. Whatcha say, huh? Magnifique idea?!❜ If anything, she has somebody covering up her bills here or there. Feelings, she’s tired of having them. They always drive her nuts completely. Thanks to them this is what she is today. ❛ Yer knows what, I think I know what is the BEST gift I could give to her. The milk always, always ends so fast at home, I either buy the entire fabric of Parmalat Milk so I can eat my cereals in the morning…. But that’s not a possible option, so I’ll give her, since she’s an animal lover as well, A COW. Holy cow!!! Why I didn’t think of it early?! So we both have fresh milk every day. Can ya help me snuck a cow in our place, pleasE?! ❜  

His eyes blinked multiple times as she kept on rambling on, and suggested one bad idea after the other. He knew that Harley was not exactly normal, but he didn’t think that she could be that chaotic. Maybe if he had known her longer, he would have expected this kind of thing,”No, to all of it,” he said, “Except for the rooftop picnic, that’s not a bad idea, but everything else, just no,” he understood wanting to be playful, but in their first date, she should not prank her. It was a important thing, and she should take it seriously, at least in his opinion “Don’t prank her in your first date, and definitely don’t try to sneak a cow in your place, cows need space,” he seriously doubted the animal would be able to live a happy life there, “Not to mention how hard it is to take care of one, and let’s not talk about how big their poop is, trust me, terrible idea.”

He swirled the amber liquid within his glass, watching as it rounded the inside of the glass. To each their own. So many times he’d listened to that phrase roll off others’ tongues in regards to how he held himself, whether that was as Rok-al or as Hugh. There were never really any words he had to counteract or throw back, but rather he let the words roll off his back. “This friend of yours might be shadier than you think, you might think again about retaining that friendship. You don’t really seem the type to roll with the crowd that typically comes ‘round these parts.” Rok swallowed the remaining liquid in his glass in one gulp, his face twisting for a moment as it burned his throat. “Jus’ don’t go thinkin’ you’re gonna get any discount on drinks or nothin’ just ‘cause we’re from the same place.”

What else did he have to say for the other to leave him alone? He was starting to worry that he would end up not having any more excuses left, “Maybe he just doesn’t know what kind of bar this is, just because he wanted to meet here, doesn’t automatically means he’s what you’re saying he is,” he pointed out, knowing well that he most likely was, everything pointed out to that, but for now it was just a hunch. It was why he was there, to investigate more, and see whether he was right or not, “I never thought I would get any discount, you made pretty clear how you felt about me the moment we were reunited.”

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𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 knows what is ‘home’ yet. At first home for her was where a person she loved most is, in that case, Joker, and then they broke up, and she thought she had found peace with Ivy until things really did not work out well for her either; and the jester lost hopes. The last memory of her with 'home’ is her the time she gave herself into madness, and was a doctor in Arkham Asylum, with her pet… Even though she was 'unhappy’ at this time. ❛ I don’t think I know what is home anymore. ❜ She confessed sincerely, she sighs deeply and rested her face on the flat of her hand. ❛ I love her like, I don’t wanna stop to making out with you. We had a few casual encounters in the past, but it was casual, not a thing…  ❜ She sighs deeply. They still do a few casual hooks up here and there.

❛ The problem is we’re living together temporarily, and I know I won’t be responsible for my actions if she gets near me like… I’m frustrated. ❜ After with her ex Ivy, the blonde shut herself up for everyone and isn’t psychologically prepared for 'losing’ another person she loves. She saw how the movie worked with Pamela, she doesn’t want to repeat the same thing. ❛ I wanna don’t feel anything, I just wanna rip my heart and give it ta Brucie eats it. I’d be the happiest woman alive. ❜ Oh, that fucking woman… She thought to herself.

Her words made him feel sad, especially because he understood how that was all too well, so he knew exactly how she was feeling. He felt that way when he was sent to Earth, then he felt that way when he ended up in the future. He only started to feel like he was home when he was back in that century. It wasn’t about the time nor the city, but about the people in it, “You still have time to figure out,” he assured her, there was nothing wrong with feeling that way, it wasn’t a nice feeling, but a lot of people felt the same before, “My suggestion is to have a picnic under the moonlight, pretty romantic,” he suggested, but like mentioned, he didn’t know her friend, so he could possibly be suggesting something she may not like.

“I know sometimes feelings can be complicated and hurt, but without them what would we be?” he pointed out, “Sometimes as complicated and as much as it hurts, in the end it will be worth it.”

     Jon was so high above the city that is stretched out like a sea of twinkling lights before him. Thanks to his super hearing he could make out the sound of the bustling traffic beneath him. It was a peaceful night and Jon was appreciative of that. His father would have told him that nights like these were few and far between and should be savored. Jon frowned. If only his dad had actually been there in the flesh to remind him of that. He was all alone on an unfamiliar planet that had a Superman of its own. Clark would then remind the boy that his time was better spent and that pouting would do him no good. He was Superboy and he had no time to mope.       He perked up at the sound of trouble. Somewhere in the city, a mugging was taking place. Diving off of the building Jon descended into the night. He appeared before an old lady and her would-be attacker in a red and blue blur. Upon spotting the insignia on his chest the mugger ran, abandoning the purse which Jon politely returned. She was so grateful that she had even given him five dollars for his kind deed. Deciding to put that money to good use he stopped by a hot dog cart and ordered a quick bite to eat. He stuck out like a sore thumb in his costume but Jon had learned to embrace the stares. When people looked at him they saw the personification of hope. “You come for a hot dog, too?” He asked, smiling brightly at a stranger that had joined him at the stand. 

Humans needed to eat, without food they died, Daxamites didn’t, they got their energy from the sun, which was why he also didn’t need to sleep. He still did both things though, as a way to keep his cover intact, and because they were quite frankly good. Food was just heaven sent, and he tended to like everything, and sleeping was really good to let his mind rest for a while. His body didn’t need the sleep, but he would go crazy if he didn’t rest, he needed to shut down his brain sometimes, but eating was something that he only did just purely for the pleasure of it. Speaking of it, he was in a line to buy a hot dog, when the unfamiliar boy started to talk to him, he noticed the S on his chest right away. He wondered if he was from a parallel universe or if he just didn’t meet every member of Clark’s family, “Yeah,” he nodded, “Nice outfit.”

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     𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 her shoulders nonchalantly, feeling weird hearing the word ‘home’. She doesn’t know what home is since a long time ago. And she ghost smile appeared on her face. ❛ I supposed we could say that way, yeah. ❜ The jester sighs deeply and thoughtfully. ❛ That I love her. But I don’t plan to scare her, y'know?! ❜ Maybe, she’s just scared shit went down just like it did with Ivy. Honestly, the blonde wasn’t emotionally prepared to deal with it all over again, with a possible 'lose’. She had lost so many things in life, and she got to the point, she doesn’t want to lose everything she has at the moment.

“You don’t see it as your home?” he understood how that was, it took him some time to feel that way after he got back. Even though he used to see the city as his home before going to the future, he spent so long away, that it was hard to feel that way again right away, but with time he did, especially after he was reunited with his friends. They were his family, and the reason why he saw that city as his home, “Love her as in, ‘you’re my best friend and I love you’ or love her as in ‘I want to kiss your mouth and go out with you’?” he asked, wanting to know if he got what she said right, as he didn’t know her that well.

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Bullets were part of the more cowardly inventions of man, Diana always believed. The human race’s dependence on such lethal weaponry was one of the many unexpected characteristics of this world that perplexed the Amazonian upon her arrival. Now, she’d come to begrudgingly accept its presence, even if she found them savage and treacherous. They lay on the ground between her and the attackers like dead flies, cold as the nails of a coffin maker. Tasteless, indifferent, and hollow save for that explosive powder at its core. Existing only for destruction and violent ends. 

The ones currently firing through the air towards her were met with a cock of her head and knitted brows, almost as if to convey to them nonverbally that their endeavor were absurd. She lifted her arms and deflected the bullets with her bracers before charging forward. Diana needed to neutralize the threat swiftly and with as little civilian casualty as possible. She reached for the nearest gun, jerking it forward and simultaneously opening the chamber. A solitary bullet flung into the air, which she propelled with her bracelets at another adversary.

Diana didn’t check to see if the bullet she’d redirected had struck its intended target; the sound of a body collapsing was sufficient evidence. “How many hostages on the upper floors,” she asked, addressing her ally. She could only communicate in brief sentences as she continued to dodge gunfire. She was not the first hero on the scene, and they certainly didn’t have time to exchange formal greetings before leaping into action. “I believe we have this level under control but I don’t want to risk endangering the hostages left by storming the upper levels without a plan”

Every time that there were hostages, he always made sure to take them to a safe place before he could deal with the criminals. Since he wasn’t alone, he let her deal with that level, and he went to the upper ones, looking for anyone that was being kept hostage. His super speed really came in handy in times like those, it only took him a few minutes to take all of them away from the building, “Don’t worry, I already took care of that, now all we have to do is make sure none of the bad guys will escape,” they already knew that they were there, so they were most likely trying to find a way to get away with what they did.

He was sure that if they worked together, they wouldn’t be able to though. Wonder Woman was one of the most well known vigilantes, he knew just how powerful she was, with her by his side, they would be able to win that battle easily, “More of them are coming our way.”

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𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐘 arched a brow at the mention of her feline friend. ❛ Undoubtedly. ❜ She refers on regards to reacting the way the cats do, otherwise, she wouldn’t be named ‘Catwoman’ right?! She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. ❛ Look, uh — she invited me to live with her, so we’re together at the moment. I meant, living together not anything else. ❜ The jester had to rephrase her words otherwise he’d think they’re an official couple, which they aren’t, although both of them acting as if they were in a relationship, it’s so clear that what they felt for each other is beyond than a simple 'friendship’. Harley is too blind to accept the reality, considering with she had been through 'recently’. ❛ I don’t think I can surprise her living with her… But I want ta do something special y'know but I’m not sure what? ❜

As she mentioned that she lived with her, he was relieved, because he remembered that she said that she didn’t have a place to stay, so he was glad that it changed, “That’s good, that you have somewhere to call home now,” he wondered if that also meant that she told her what she was going through, he remembered that she told him that she didn’t want her friend to lecture her, but now that she was living with her, would be more complicated to hide it, “I don’t really know, so may be a little hard to know what to suggest, but what kind of message do you want to give?”

He rolled his eyes, the positive, optimistic attitude starting to get under his skin with each passing moment. It seemed like every corner he turned, there was another chipper, do-gooder that tried to change his outlook on life, only to turn the dial in the opposite direction. “Or, there is always something to fuck up. A relationship, a person, a storefront… Doesn’t seem to stop anyone, does it?” He tried to walk the good path once, he tried to stay on the right side of the law, but it only served to leave him with a lifetime of trauma. “Sometimes what’s broken should stay broken.”  Rok tilted his glass to his lips once more, the amber liquid burning sweetly on his tongue before leaving a fiery trail down his throat.

He shrugged, raising a brow. “It’s not like you could have known, ownership just changed in the last month or so. That still doesn’t answer my question. Of all the bars in town, why choose this one? It’s not really a place for do-gooders like you.”

That kind of opinion was always confusing to him, he didn’t understand why anyone would think like that, but that was expected when he didn’t think like them, his mind didn’t really work the same way, so of course that he wouldn’t understand them, “I don’t agree, but each their own,” he didn’t think there was any point in continuing to argue about it, because he doubted either one would change their mind, so it was a pointless conversation. They would just continue to walk in circles.

“90% of things were bad on my earth. That’s why it didn’t have long to live when I was imprisoned.”

“I can’t imagine how that must be like,” he admitted, “My home was destroyed, but it wasn’t the same for me,” he didn’t live a miserable life, he was a prince, he was lucky compared to many, “You must have suffered so much, so being here must be refreshing.”

“She doesn’t always say it, but I can tell she does,” Clark replied with a small smile. “She’s got a few weeks of maternity leave left, so I figure she should get as much sleep as she can before she’s buried in her stories again.” He’d be lying if he said he was elated for Lois to get back in the swing of things. Sure, he loved proof reading her fluid prose, and listening to her rant and rave about the stories she was working on, but he couldn’t help but worry about his beautiful bride getting into sticky situations that put her in grave danger. 

He worried for Jon and Jordan, and what their lives would turn into with the chaos that Lois & Clark held onto from day to day. “Hard to say with them still sleeping so much, but so far nothing. It seems like each day a little more of their individual personalities shine through, and it makes me wonder if they’ll even have any abilities at all. Once they’re a little older, I’ll might take them to the fortress, have the A.I. scan them for any indication of Kryptonian abilities.” Words tumbled from his mouth, rambling on without a breath. “Jon is quite laid back, content with most everything, and Jordan is a little more fussy.“ Clark’s head tilted slightly, brows rose at Mon’s revelation. “Job hunting, hmm? Any idea what you’re looking for? Maybe I can help.”

“Is it because she’s stubborn?” he let out a small laugh, the truth was that he didn’t know her well, but she was well known for being stubborn sometimes. His words were just playful though, he couldn’t help but make a small joke about it, “Yeah, it’s probably for the best,” he nodded, “Being a journalist can be pretty tiring sometimes,” he wouldn’t know, since he wasn’t one, nor he ever worked as one, but it wasn’t hard to guess that it could take a lot of someone’s energy, “Do you want them to have powers?” he asked, wondering what was his opinion about it. He wasn’t sure if he would want his kids to have them. It was such a big responsibility, and it wasn’t easy to learn how to control them, he wanted them to have a normal life, but if they did have it, he would be by their side on each step of the way, “Not really, I just want to get out of my current one, because takes a lot of my time, so it’s hard to juggle it with my lifestyle, if you know what I mean.”

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             𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 like to be told what to do even when it’s her closed friends… But she had a few exceptions to Joker, Pamela and Selina. As much as she denies in public she does not care about them, deep down, she does cares. Especially Selina, that helping her when everyone turned their back to her. Oh, those cats… ❛ Cat people just have a catnip and they’re wrapped around yer fingers. Those little fuckers. ❜ Perhaps, this is why the feline fatale likes her, the jester always makes sure she’s okay, and sent some good treats. ❛ I kinda wanna invite her to something nice on Valentine’s day, buut, I’m lowkey scared of looking at her angry face. I don’t know what to do. ❜

By now, he wasn’t sure if when she talked about cat people, she just meant people that enjoyed cats, because the way she was saying, didn’t seem like it was about that. The world they lived in, everything was possible, and he did hear that there was a thief that people have said seemed to have the abilities of a cat, “So they react the same way that cats do? That’s interesting,” not that he would ever use that to his advantage, “I think you should invite her, she doesn’t know about whatever you’re doing, so she wouldn’t have a reason to be mad, right?”

Dress with pockets || Open

The best part of this dress? IT HAS POCKETS!

“I don’t know why there aren’t more dresses with pockets.”

Ponderance || Open

“You have to wonder what’s worse? Knowing how it’s all going to end or knowing that nothing you do will stop the end?”

“Definitely the latter,” he didn’t like feeling useless, he didn’t like when there was nothing he could do, “If we just know how it will end, there’s at least a chance to be able to change it.”

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𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 when someone is lecturing her, especially when it’s her best friends. Even Pamela seemed at some point given up from her, trying to put some sense of her twisted mind. Her mind is so scattered that hardly, it’s possible to put the pieces together. But Selina no, the feline fatale is persistent, she never rest until her words sunk on Harley’s head, whether if it’s a good or bad way. ❛ She’s a pain on the ass when she’s bossy, like 98% of her time. ❜ She frowned, crossed her arms across from her own chest. ❛ Who said I said I know that I’m doing a bad decision? I was speaking metaphorically fer ya understand the situation. ❜ In fact, she has no idea what she is doing as always. The only thing she is sure, it’s her guts telling her Selina will be mad at her for some reason if find out she’s omitting certain facts, such as being ‘homeless’ since Pam’s departure. ❛ And the 0,02% is her being alright, 'cuz of the Parmalat milk I got to her. Y'know those cat people, right? Give 'em a good brand milk, and they will get stuck on ya. Plus cats are bipolar just like her. ❜

It was impossible for him to agree or disagree when he didn’t know the person that she was talking about. One thing he knew, though, sometimes when a person was bossy, was because they worried about the one that they were bossing around. He could understand why it annoyed her though, no one liked when someone tried to tell them what to do, even if it was for their own good sometimes, “Maybe that’s her way of showing she cares about you. I don’t know her, but sometimes when we care about someone, all we want is to make sure they’re on the right path,” he didn’t consider himself bossy, but he could understand why some acted that way toward someone that they cared about. There were times that you don’t know what else to do to help the ones you love, “Maybe that’s your gut telling it is,” he pointed out, but he couldn’t be sure, he didn’t know her or what she was doing, “Can’t agree or disagree, don’t know a lot of cat people.”

He rolled his eyes, finishing the liquid in his glass before pouring himself more. The more he drank, the looser he felt. Granted, he was about two bottles of whiskey in and was finally starting to feel the buzz, not that it would last long. “Like I said, pathetic.” Rok scoffed, the familiar voice putting a sour taste in his mouth. “It’s an excuse for people to run from their mistakes, rather than embrace them. The whole holiday is a sham, a ploy for businesses to rake in money while praying on those who pick themselves apart looking for something to fix.”

“What the hell are you doing in my bar, of all places?”

“No, it’s not, embracing our mistakes would only make things worse, we can’t just accept we screwed up, we have to fix it by not making them again,” he pointed out, he worked hard to change himself. It wasn’t an easy task, but he was glad that he did it, because he was a better person now after that, “There is always something to fix, because no one is perfect, everyone has flaws, and the moment a person realizes that, it’s when they can start to work on them and on changing themselves,” he was glad that he was able to have his eyes open when he met his friends, they made him see that his actions were wrong.