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[wondie]

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[beknight]

When people go missing here, they're back on the station. In the pods.

[wondie]

I had heard as much.

Why are you telling me this, Bruce?

( a part of her can guess — because someone has done exactly that. oddly, she can't quite extend that to Clark, even if he is the only confidant they share. )

[beknight]

Clark's asleep.

[ He doesn't say dead. He doesn't say gone. Asleep, between Lois and Martha, and among the rest of the Daily Planet. ]

[wondie]

( it takes her a moment to respond, for it to sink in. it does not surprise Diana that this conversation is being held over cold and impersonal words on a screen, but she wishes it wasn't. )

I don't understand...
He was so strong. What could have put him back there?

( they're all told the same story, that those suffering from the darkness that had destroyed planets and universes both had to remain in pods. but Clark had been well, healthy, last time she'd seen him. it was hard to imagine him being anything but. )

[beknight]

[ She hasn't seen his body yet, after a fight with a monster. Or else this wouldn't be what she asked — and he's abruptly grateful he's all alone in this room. ]

They said the effects are unpredictable.

[ She has a question. He doesn't have an answer. ]

[wondie]

( that makes one of them; it is heavy news to hear alone. )

Would go with me? I would look on him.

( not to say goodbye, but to see him all the same. )

[beknight]

Yes.

I'll meet you at the transport pads.

[ ooc: batsignals over here ]

[wondie]

I'll be there in a few hours.

( apparently even Diana of Themyscira needs a few hours to prepare. )