Once upon a time, years ago, before his mother divorced his father and they moved down to Louisiana, he was from Metropolis and as a kid - he wanted to be super man. The hero was just making his way on the scene, he was powerful, and there was something that appealed to him. A sense of decency. A sense of humanity.
Now, he has to wonder if the idea of flying appealed because it would have taken him away from the green, to the skies, to safety.
His powers are blood thirsty ones. There's a pause and he has to wonder if asking Harley Quinn about this is the right idea except...
Except Ivy understood his desires better then others. Ivy loved the woman in front of him who was sitting so calmly, saying that blood lusts like this could be quenched.
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Now, he has to wonder if the idea of flying appealed because it would have taken him away from the green, to the skies, to safety.
His powers are blood thirsty ones. There's a pause and he has to wonder if asking Harley Quinn about this is the right idea except...
Except Ivy understood his desires better then others. Ivy loved the woman in front of him who was sitting so calmly, saying that blood lusts like this could be quenched.
He was no superman.
"What do you suggest?"