What if there was another kryptonian who survived the planet's destruction?
Let's find out shall we?
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I hold my hands to my ears as Wally, who's dressed as a werewolf, howls at the moon... from inside the Cave... where the moon can't be seen. This is rather sad now that I think about it.
"Really? You're not gonna join in at all?" Wally asked Wolf as Sierra flew in and perched on my shoulder.
"Hey, girl," I greet, rubbing her chin as Wally goes over to M'gann and Conner as M'gann wraps Conner with fake mummy bandages.
"Megan, stop torturing him," Wally said, his tone coming off as slightly mocking. "Kinda awkward for him too, being a third wheel on our date."
"Wally, I invited the entire Team to the dance. Zatanna too."
"Her dad let her come?" I piped in, surprised that he'd let her out of his sight after the last time she was with us.
"Took a lot of convincing from Canary, but yeah," Conner answered, then looked back at M'gann who was wearing a weird face from whatever Wally had just said.
'You two have got to tell him.' I tell Conner, using my limited telepathy. 'This is starting to get both painful and pathetic.'
'You really need to stop doing this,' he shot back. 'But I agree.'
"So, you going as my favorite Martian?" Wally asked, bringing our attention back to him and M'gann.
"Not exactly," M'gann answered as she stepped away from him. She then used her shapeshifting powers to become a zombie bride and growled at us quite convincingly.
Wally was the first to speak after a moment. "Whoa. Babe, eat my brains anytime."
"Thanks," M'gann said with a smile. "Uh, you alright Alana?" She asked, finally noticing me hiding behind Conner.
"I'm f-f-fine."
"Wait. Are you... scared of zombies?" Wally asked incredulously, then burst out laughing.
"Something that is dead should NOT be walking around!" I screeched, my voice several octaves higher than I wanted.
"You're fine with Conner's costume," M'gann pointed out after shooting Wally a glare that shut him up.
"He doesn't look dead."
"I... I guess that's fair," she admitted sheepishly. "But then, how're you going to get through tonight?"
"Oh, I'm not going to the dance."
"You aren't?" All three of them asked.
"Nope. A friend of mine offered to take me trick or treating tonight. I'm gonna meet up with him at 7."
"'Him'?" Conner asked, and I rolled my eyes at his tone.
"Don't start acting like an overprotective brother now of all times."
"Well, I guess that explains why you're wearing your old suit," M'gann pointed out, motioning to my current outfit.
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