<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 but mostly Kara<br/><strong>Note:</strong> None<br/></span><hr/><br/>While the man who called himself, Fate talked a good game there was only one thing that stuck to Clark’s mind. One single solitary piece of information that the “doctor” had dropped that more or less stood out above all others. The mention of his home, The mention of his kryptonian name, and most of all…<br/><br/>The mention of a cousin.<br/><br/>Clark was smart or at least he liked to think he was. It wasn’t a case of all brawn no brain with him. He genuinely tried to apply what he knew to a situation be it social or physical. However, the young man no doubt had a dumb ass look on his face as he turned to the pretty blonde next to him. His mouth fell open hanging slightly as he openly gaped.<br/><br/>“Kara Zor-El?” Clark questioned his hand reaching out as if he wanted to touch her. “You mean… you’re related to me?”<br/><br/>His hand stilled nerves causing him to lock up instead of reach out. He felt a intense need too both reach out to her and also to remain at an arm’s length from her so she could have some space. The rest of what Doctor Fate said was lost as he simply hung there looking like a hopeful idiot at his cousin.<br/><br/>He was so lost in his own shock and pleasure that he almost missed her question. He caught just as the other woman began to talk and quickly dropped his hand. He moved to her ignoring the other woman as he stood by her side.<br/><br/>“Is what he said true?” He asked her. “Do you really know who I am? Are you really my cousin?”<br/>