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The newly reconstituted Mari didn’t know what to do next. Her purpose, her fight, was over. There was nothing left.
Cass saw this from her place in the shadows and called a friend.
“Hey, Mari.” a voice called.
Mari wheeled to face the intruder, ready for a fight before relaxing when she saw his face.
“Jon.” She acknowledged flatly.
“Wow, you sound just like this grumpy bird I know, ya know, I think he might just consider you a friend” Jon drawled in a faint southern accent.
Mari’s lips curled in a faint smile.
“There’s that smile!” Jon encouraged “So, you ready to become a Kent? ‘Cause, no offense, but your parents suck and mine really want to adopt you. Plus, we could use a cat again, scare away all the villains out in Metropolis.”
“You figured it out.” Mari smiled.
“Of course, I’m not just a pretty face. Plus, how long have I known you? Don't worry, I didn't tell anyone, and I won't unless you're in danger; it's not my secret to tell. Also, I don’t think your fashion empire can run itself without you much longer.” Jon laughed.
“Yes.” Mari stated decisively “I’ll be a Kent. Plus, you’re my only way back to America. Orphan disappeared at some point and I don’t think she left the Bat Airplane.”
“Yes!” Jon celebrated with a fist pump “And I think it’s called the Batwing.”
“Yes, while either way, there is no Bat Airplane to take me back, so turn around.” Mari climbed on to Jon’s back and the two lifted into the sky.
“Plus, that name is stupid” Mari criticized, “and don’t worry, we’ll make you cool yet.”
The two were left to their own thoughts as Jon sped home to Metropolis; any attempts at conversation were futile as the words were stolen by the wind as soon as they exited the mouth speaking them.
Home. Mari realized. Yes, Metropolis was home. She had spent so long looking for a place to belong, she hadn’t realized it was right under her nose until Jon had pointed it out to her.
Twenty years ago- Metropolis
Walking along the street, I scampered though the masses, reaching my hands into purses and pockets while darting amongst the crowd. Anything that felt it could be of value found a new home in the satchel at my side. Darting into an alleyway, I hid behind the nearby dumpster before checking my score. About forty bucks in ones and fives, a gum wrapper, and a silver pocket watch. Score! 'Playing poor' and pick pocketing may be a childish game, but I totally won this time, no way he can protest that. Opening the pocket watch, the whole thing glowed white as a similarly colored ball of light materialized above the clock face. The white light glittered before dimming to reveal a rabbit.
A smile curled Lena Luther's lips.