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Up above the rooftops of Metropolis, a portal opened and unceremoniously spit out a teen in a Superman costume, before shutting again. Clark tumbled in the air a bit before righting himself. He wasn't certain what was going on. The last thing he'd remembered, aside from a blurry mess, was that he'd been somewhere above Los Angeles, rescuing a plane. He turned around, trying to get his bearings, and suddenly stopped.

He might not enjoy the Superman comics, but years of having them foisted upon him meant he could recognize many things in them by sight alone. The famous globe of the Daily Planet was one of them.

"What." Clark said flatly. He looked around, some more, enhanced vision picking out the Lexcorp Towers and Centennial Park.

"This can't be happening. I can't be in Metropolis. How am I in Metropolis?"

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"It's one I'd very much like to hear," came a stern voice from above and there he was, the Man of Steel, floating above them, cape fluttering slightly in the breeze.

He'd been away on a rather crucial mission with the Defenders on the other side of the globe and had only just heard from Defenders dispatch that Metropolis was in trouble. While he'd expected that another superhero might be able to respond first since there was an APB out to all the Defenders, he hadn't expected...this.

"If you aren't in trouble with the police and feeling fit enough to come with me, we need to talk."

He didn't sound angry...yet. More like he very much wanted to figure out how to feel about someone he didn't know wearing the 'S.' And a lot of that depended on why he was wearing it.

Clark's eyes widened. due, He'd Known Superman was here, but knowing was different from actually seeing him with his own two eyes.

"That would...probably be a good idea."

He followed after the older man, up to the top of the Daily Planet. Running his hands through his hair nervously, Clark tried to figure out where to start.

"I guess the best place would be to start from the beginning." He said, staring off into the city. "I'm from a reality where you're a fictional character. My parents, who thought they were being funny, named me after you. And, about a year ago, I woke up in the middle of the night hovering in mid-air, which was the weirdest thing to happen to me up until I some how ended up here."

He glanced back over at Superman. "I would love an explanation for that if you have it, by the way, because I don't."

Superman's eyes widened slightly in alarm at that explanation and he eyed the boy carefully. He didn't look like Superman Prime, though, who was a the spitting image of his younger self. This young man looked more like someone who simply bore a passing resemblance.

Clark briefly scanned him with X-ray vision. His internal makeup certainly wasn't entirely human, something to be expected if he had superpowers, but it didn't look quite 100% Kryptonian either.

That made it clear he wasn't a version of Prime but who knew what was possible due to the Crisis warping nearby dimensions? Who knew if he might be just as unstable? He could've still been a version of Prime and that meant there was a risk he could be just as unstable.

"I'm afraid I don't have one for why you have these powers," Clark said, "but I do have one for why you might be here in our world. About a year and a half back there was a cosmic crisis that threatened our world and another. The heroes of both worlds banded together to fight it and while we kept both worlds from being destroyed we couldn't stop them from being merged into one. Over time, the heroes started to fall back from the dimensional pocket they'd been trapped in after the Crisis - and we're still waiting on some of them to return."

Which mean the dimensions were still warped and unstable.

"I'm no scientist, but it's possible, due to all that dimensional upheaval, that your universe was affected so that you fell through to ours."

Edited 2015-04-24 04:07 (UTC)

Clark was a smart kid, so the realization of what that probably meant hit him pretty quickly.

"I'm guessing that means I won't be going home any time soon."

The shock of that forced him to sit.

"I mean, I'm not exactly an expert on this whole dimensional travel thing, but it seems like it'd be too easy to just go, "Oh hey, you got accidentally stuck in our dimension. Let's just pop you back into yours."

He ran his hands through his hair again, this time out of anxiety rather than nervousness, and Superman would likely hear his pulse quickening.

"I- what am I going to do? Where am I going to stay. God knows what my parents are thinking right now."

Superman put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Don't lose hope, son. Some of our scientists, like Dr. Pym, are already looking for our lost allies out there in the Multiverse. I'm sure they can try to find your home universe, too. In the meantime, the Defenders have more than enough resources to help you and we wouldn't leave you to fend for yourself in a strange world."

Especially with the state of the world right now.

Superman took his hand off the teen's shoulder and sat down next to him, clearly wanting to be on his level and reassure him.

"We'll want to do a security screening, since you're new to this world, but as long as your story checks out, you'd be welcome in Defenders Tower. We do have a teen team that the Defenders train and mentor."

As strange as the situation was, and as much as they'd want to be cautious and make sure this wasn't some sort of strange trap or villains trying to infiltrate the Tower with an inside agent - or a boy who was a time bomb like Prime - they weren't about to leave a minor out in the cold.

Edited 2015-06-02 02:22 (UTC)

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