Harley fiddled with the hem of her cropped shirt, she felt herself being brushed by, by people walking past her. She looked at these doors that would lead her to a сердце breaking moment that she was dying for. But she wasnt dressed. She felt bad for coming here in workout pants and cropped tees. But she knew she couldn't Показать up in her hero costume, that wouldn't help matters at all. Even being a hero, doing this kinda scared her, how would he react? Would he welcome her? Make a scene? Harley took a deep breath and with all the emotional strength she could muster, she pushed open those doors and walked into the main floor of the Daily Planet.
Clark was busy filing, typing, and organizing his desk, and yes, simultaneously, when the intercom came through, "Mr. Kent, we have a girl here to see you. сказал(-а) she's family." Clark paused for a moment, "Alright send her up." He hadn't been expecting Kara until Далее month, this was a surprise.
Lois was typing away on Superman's latest feat when a petite black haired woman rushed passed her and turned a corner to Clark's office. She wasn't the jealous type, but Clark rarely ever had female visitors, and she was a reported. Sticking her nose where it didn't belong was her job, and not to mention, practically a секунда nature.
Clark didn't look up from his work when the door to his office opened, "Kara, what a surprise, I wasn't expecting Ты so early." But the voice that reached him didn't belong to Kara. His head snapped up, his eyes wider than saucers. The brunette woman before him, sporting bright blue eyes like his own. "H-Harley?" he whispered. He couldn't believe this. Harley had died over a год ago! He watched it happen. Everyone who had a TV watched it, for gods sake! "This isn't real." Clark mumbled, he had to be seeing things. But a firm warm hand grabbed his, "I'm real, Daddy."
It all happened so quickly, Harley was no enveloped in a bone crushing embrace of her father. Hot tears spilled down their cheeks as they hugged tightly. Neither wanted to let go. "How? How?" Clark cried into his little girl's hair. "Does it really matter?" Harley сказал(-а) nuzzling into his chest.
Harley's сердце was soaring, it was swelling with all the Любовь she had yearned for. It physically made her сердце lurch to be in Clark's arms. He even smelled just like she remembered him. The small scent of his Тайны Смолвиля farm, printer ink, stacks of newspaper, and soft cotton. She wasn't letting a single thing escape her. "I missed Ты so much." She sobbed into his shoulder. By this time, Clark couldn't even speak.
A voice however, interrupted their moment, "Clark, whats going on here?" Her voice caught in her throat as the smiling, tear stained, face of the girl turned to her. Lois gasped, and ran over to Присоединиться the embrace. It may have looked childish, but this was family resurrected.