Bart zipped around the room, not daring to actually sit down or even stay in one place for more than a second until he had to. He was in the actual Fortress of Solitude. The freaking Fortress of freaking Solitude! Bart had only seen models of this place in the Superman Museum back in the thirtieth century and that could not compare to being in Mr. Superman's actual home
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"Hey there, Impulse! Good to hear from you. Say, we could do with someone keeping track of all the stations, filling in wherever help was needed. Think you could handle that?"
Power Girl chuckled softly at Impulse's blush. She leaned in slightly, giving him a warm smile.
"Well hi, Impulse. How do you like the Fortress?"
Perhaps not the most constructive of questions, but he plainly had been about to say something. Maybe some conversation would draw it out of the excitable youngster.
"What were the museums in the future like, then?" Power Girl chirped with unusual energy. "Did they say anything about blowing up the moon?" A teasing grin punctuated her thoughts.
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"Well hi, Impulse. How do you like the Fortress?"
Perhaps not the most constructive of questions, but he plainly had been about to say something. Maybe some conversation would draw it out of the excitable youngster.
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