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[century_girl]

WHO: Jenny Quantum (century-girl) and the Midnighter (wardelivery)
WHERE: Near the Porter's island.
WHEN: Now.
WARNINGS: None.
SUMMARY: Midnighter is a dad.
FORMAT: Prose.

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[wardelivery]

Jenny had sounded so young. That wasn't the voice of the teenager he'd left on the Carrier-- full of teenage sulk and sarcasm. That was the little girl he'd left behind.

Was she really younger? Had something de-aged her, or was she from a different time period?

But that filtered through his head without slowing him down as he crossed The City by the streets and rooftops, moving like a parkour runner at super-human speeds until he had to slow down to scout the coast near the island.

He'd thrown on the mask-- Lucas Trent, currently a box-slinging yokel, couldn't move like he had to move. And he couldn't blow his 'secret identity.'

He would have, though, in a heartbeat, for Jenny. It was just luck that had put his apartment in the path of his mad dash across the city. He hadn't actually ever planned on returning to That Fucking Island for some time.

[century_girl]

Midnighter wasn't trying to be subtle and it wasn't night, both of these allowed Jenny to see her dad before he reached her or the island she'd been on before.

She had just spotted him and hadn't even started flying towards him when he saw her, too, and it made her grin. She didn't wait for him to jump down the rooftop where he was standing and flew up to him, throwing herself in his arms to hug him tightly.

"Daddy! Do you know where we are? Everything's weird."

[wardelivery]

"We're on an alternate Earth, sweetheart," he said awkwardly, gathering her into his arms after a beat of hesitation, just a nanosecond for his implants to gather information from her and determine that nope not a doppelganger-- double and triple checks after what the fake 'Apollo' had done. "It's a closed-off dimension, I think, with only the Porter letting things in or out. The timeframe is a little funny."

'Little funny.' Jenny of 10/16 years old would have given him a withering glare for that kind of baby talk. But Jenny here wasn't even angry at him.

"What year was it when you left?"

[century_girl]

Jenny wasn't yet old enough to get annoyed by being talked to like this. Her dad had always talked to her like that, and she didn't even consider it baby talk. To her, it was just Daddy Midnight being nice and there.

"2005." She looked up, frowning a little. "You just left. Did you come here?" 'The timeframe is a little funny' meant he could have walked out on them and come here and been here for long. "How long have you been here?"