<div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/lana-lang/images/8/83/Clark.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20130426232456https://)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Clark Kent<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Unknown<br/><strong>Location:</strong>  Unknown<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>  Everyone gathered, Open<br/><strong>Note:</strong> None<br/></span><hr/><br/>The mystery deepened with each passing second. Clark struggled to keep his face neutral as she mentioned a cousin that she was here for. Did here mean she wasn’t from Earth? If that was the case was, she an alien like him? The only way of knowing it seemed like involved going through the portal and joining this strange collection of people.<br/><br/>He let her go first keeping an eye on her back and ready to throw down if needed. Once she was through he came over as well his hands balled up and tight as he prepared to defend himself and her. It all seemed on the up and up but his pa didn’t raise a fool.<br/><br/>“I don’t think this is a joke.” He whispered to her before moving to take his own seat. He pulled it out and after looking around the table one more time at every one dropped in and folded his arms against his chest. He caught the name of their mysterious gatherer just as he slid into his seat.<br/><br/>“Doctor Fate?” Clark questioned piping up for the first time as he looked at the gold and blue mystical figure in front of him. “So how does this work then? Aren’t you breaking order if you help us like this? Something about interfering in the natural order or something?”<br/><br/>Before any one (or the man himself) could pose an answer, another girl came in.  If there was any doubt that the blonde was an alien Clark was relieved to see that this girl posed no such quarrie. With hero range skin, bright red hair, and the weird language she was speaking Clark couldn’t imagine what she might be.<br/><br/>“Uh did anyone understand her?” Clark asked looking around the group.