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Clark Kent straightens up from filling Shelby's food and water bowls in the Kent kitchen, blinks at the out-of-nowhere blinding light, and finds himself standing on a street corner, still holding the food scoop in one hand. He's still wearing the shield t-shirt underneath a blue plaid one, and his free hand automatically lifts to fiddle with a few buttons and try to get everything hidden.
He hadn't expected to be kidnapped while feeding his dog. The last time a bright light happened, Doctor Fate was responsible, and since that was only a couple of days ago, he's surprised the helmet has already found a new owner.
Except he's never seen this street corner before, and he's fairly obsessive about visiting all of the major North American cities and memorizing their layouts. This one might be vaguely familiar, but more in the form of a half-forgotten dream. Especially since the names of the stores that he can see visually mean very little.
The people passing by seem to have a vested interest in ignoring him - so maybe randomly appearing strangers are the in thing here? Wherever here is. Clark finally moves forward, stepping up onto a bench in order to get a better idea of where he is.
He hadn't expected to be kidnapped while feeding his dog. The last time a bright light happened, Doctor Fate was responsible, and since that was only a couple of days ago, he's surprised the helmet has already found a new owner.
Except he's never seen this street corner before, and he's fairly obsessive about visiting all of the major North American cities and memorizing their layouts. This one might be vaguely familiar, but more in the form of a half-forgotten dream. Especially since the names of the stores that he can see visually mean very little.
The people passing by seem to have a vested interest in ignoring him - so maybe randomly appearing strangers are the in thing here? Wherever here is. Clark finally moves forward, stepping up onto a bench in order to get a better idea of where he is.