- Doomsday - Volume One: Gods and Monsters

Chapter 83: For the Man Who Has Everything Part. 1

(AN: Hey all, this should be releasing on the 13th, which is the first anniversary of writing this story. Now on after a year of writing, with over twenty-four hours of content to read through and improving my writing style, I think the story is currently in a very good place, though what happens next (I hope) will be even more entertaining than Junker War was (though this might be my favourite arc I've written so far). We've had a lot of Rose/Lobo/Bizarro screen-time, lots of world-building, it's a bit more disconnected from the rest of the story, but adds some important development for the main squad, and I've enjoyed writing the fights. Perhaps I could give a little spoiler, the next big overarching arc will be called; The Long Halloween... I wonder what that could be about? Who knows... I also wanted to address a few months ago when I put forward the idea of writing another story, I really wanted to and thought it would have been cool to coincide it with the one-year anniversary of joining the platform (officially). However, after trying to come up with an original story, I just didn't think up anything that would be more interesting than anything else that's been written on the platform already, so that idea is being axed, were just going to continue with this one for the time being (which I'm fine with, this would still have most likely been the one I was most proud of anyway). However, I have some other ideas vaguely, so never say never... Either way, I know I say it very often, but I really do mean it, to all those who are reading, from the beginning or those who have joined along the way, I really appreciate everyone who takes the time to read through my work, it means a lot. Now, time to watch [Y/N] have a mental breakdown!

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"Kara! Connor! Get down here, you'll be late for school!" The kitchen wasn't large, but it had all the essentials, squeezed close together and cosy, the irresistible smell of bacon and eggs wafting through the house, those who fell for its cunning ploy unable to resist the urge to follow. Angela wore a small apron atop her clothes, attending to the stove with a content expression, humming a faint melody to herself. [Y/N] sat at the central table, holding a faded newspaper between his hands, keeping up the local news, even though it worried Angela, with more and more crazed lunatics seemingly coming out of the woodwork every day. The faint patter of footfall echoed upon the wooden stairs, creaking with each leap and bound, before the rambunctious pair barrelled into the room, each stealing a chair for themselves. "GOOD MORNING!" They yelled in unison.

[Y/N] looked at his two children, the most important thing in his life, and what kept him going every day. Kara being the eldest, around ten years old, took far more resemblance from her mother then she did him, but he couldn't help but melt when seeing her bright smile, passed down from mother to daughter. Connor was the opposite, a few years younger than his sister, he was the complete image of his father at his age, with darker hair and more defined facial shape, though still gaining his mother's brilliant blue eyes. Angela would spend hours going through old picture books passed down from [Y/N]'s mother, scouring among the wealth of well-preserved photographs from the old farmhouse in his youth, like father-like son couldn't be more true in this situation.

In the corner of the room sat a large, boxy, CRT television, currently attuned to the Daily Planet, one of the more popular and most tuned in news channels across the country, a slick-haired reporter with dazzling teeth rattling on about some animal rescued from a tree, or something the like. Connor excitedly played with his superhero toys at the kitchen table, his latest passion as seen through the piles of trade-back comics that were strewn about haphazardly across his room. [Y/N] couldn't help but chuckle at the boy's antics, both bonding over their love of comics, as he had gone through similar phases in his own childhood, keeping those treasured memories. Kara was hastily scribbling down notes upon a sheet-of-paper, entitled equations at the top, she was one of the brightest kids he knew, but god help her get something done on time, "You need any help with that Kara?"