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OTC 53.1 Talk about your father
Jun. 21st, 2009 05:01 pmI don't have a father.
I mean, I'm a clone, yeah, but I don't have anyone who's anything like a father, even. I mean, the Guardian or Dubbilex mighta come close, but I lost both of 'em before anything really happened.
And the guys who gave me genetic material? No. Neither's my father. Don't even go there.
Look... I'd almost be ok with thinking of Kal like a father. Not my father, but the whole biological dad thing. He's not too bad.
But if he's my father, that means Luthor is too.
And I don't care if I've got some of his goddamn genes. Luthor and me aren't related. All we have in common is some unfortunate DNA. He isn't my dad. And neither is Kal.
So there's no point in me talking about my father. I don't have one.
I mean, I'm a clone, yeah, but I don't have anyone who's anything like a father, even. I mean, the Guardian or Dubbilex mighta come close, but I lost both of 'em before anything really happened.
And the guys who gave me genetic material? No. Neither's my father. Don't even go there.
Look... I'd almost be ok with thinking of Kal like a father. Not my father, but the whole biological dad thing. He's not too bad.
But if he's my father, that means Luthor is too.
And I don't care if I've got some of his goddamn genes. Luthor and me aren't related. All we have in common is some unfortunate DNA. He isn't my dad. And neither is Kal.
So there's no point in me talking about my father. I don't have one.
Broken Fairytale
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sunday_reveries prompt! Characters referenced without permission, but with love.I asked you, once what it’s like to love, break, and die all in the same breath.
You said, "It's like walking with the silence in December while a million hearts explode within your chest, but you don’t care enough to feel it."
-Unknown
( I'm so sick of crying./This wound that never heals./Tell me 'bout this lightening,/My Love./Tell me you don't love me./Tell me I don't feel./We know it can't strike twice. )
