DC's Path of Ruin: Book I

April 12th, 2015 - Part 2

Day 120 - April 12th, 2015 : Evening - Around 4 PM (Watchtower)

Rose tapped her foot one more time impatiently on the floor of the medical bay. Every minute going by the cold, distant and unloving digital clock constructed into the wall made her anxious. Grant still hadn't woken and she had finally time to wake him up the Wilson way.

"WAKE UP! SLEEP TIME'S OVER!" She shot up, raising her hand and spreading her fingers out, slapping her brother's unconscious body over his bandaged and healing facial wounds hoping to knock some sense into him. Grant growled and grimaced as the hand came across his face. His eyes opened narrowly in pain, slowly moving around the room finding his sister.

"R...Rose...? What the fuck...?" He mumbled, trying to position his elbows to sit up but ultimately failing to do so.

"No," Rose shoved her finger onto his chest. "What the fuck you. What did you do to get the alien on your ass!?" Rose leaned over him, hair rolling over her shoulder and laying on his arm as she used the full might of her growing female body to be above him.

"Why else would anyone pissed at an assassin?" He said simply, looking at her once before looking up to the ceiling.

"You are not just an assassin these days, as we saw, you'll do anything for the right price." She barked back, crashing back down on the stool and putting her hands on her knees to keep her head close to him and her eye narrowed in suspicion. "What did you do?"

"I took out Superboy." He said, his voice soft, but his expression strong.

"Great job, you killed the guy in a coma...Jesus..." Rose stood to her feet, hands on her hips to think. "You got yourself in this" She quickly blurted to her brother.

"That's pretty damn obvious....I misplanned it...Fuck..." He growled, though it being more like a whisper.

"If you weren't such garbage I might have actually tried to help get you out"

Grant didn't respond, his eyes remaining up on the ceiling and closing again.

"Where's Ivy?"

"Gone..."

"You make it sound like you care, or you just miss the fun you had with her?" Rose's single eye narrowed in lightning speed to hone in on him, flipping her hair back behind her. His head slowly turned his head and his eyes opened. He looked at her with a hostile eye. She scoffed openly at him. "Don't pretend you like her" she denied the expression he wore. His head turned back toward the ceiling, looking back up at it, despite the pain felt around his eyes as he had kept them open.

Rose sighed and said nothing.

"Whatever, no one's been dying. Damage's done though. America's sinking, taking the world trade with it. So, there's that." She added at the end with a harsher tone. Her eye scanned the room one more time and she neared the bed, leaning over so her face was near her brother's. Opening her mouth a needle unrolled from under her tongue. "Thanks for killing the world big brother..." she told him softly and went for a kiss below his ear, the needle stinging into his neck and she held close for several seconds before pulling away, the needle nowhere to be found. "I'll see you later" she told him casually, dusting her hands off to walk away giving him a wink.

Grant stared at her both confused and pained. Her words were sharp....yet, the way that they were said in combination with whatever the hell she just did to him made Grant uncomfortable. He felt himself getting drowsier, getting more and more difficult to keep his eyes open. Despite trying to stay awake, he eventually just gave up and his eyes shut.

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Day 120 - April 12th, 2015 : Night - Around 10 PM (Watchtower)

Kara stared through the red tinted glass, her eyes heavy and slightly bloodshot. She had never experienced such pain, it pouring from the soul gateways, and in how she was slumped in pain. She had looked over to Barry who stood there, waiting.

"Open the door..." she asked him quietly. Barry tilted his head to the side and stepped for the lock-eye scanner. He looked into it, it scanning his eye and the light turning green. The door could be heard unlocking and Barry opened it. Clark was sitting on the bed, finally looking up and stood once he saw Kara.

"Oh, so my time out is over now...?" He said, Barry crossing his arms and remaining silent.

"Thanks...I'll knock" Kara whispered through the strands of her blonde hair as she stepped inside and had Barry close the door behind her, surrounded by red glass that would let her body gradually become as depleted as Clark's of the yellow sun rays. She stepped before Clark and rested her head on his chest, her eyes shut and more tears spilling. "I'm tired of this..."

Clark sighed, leaving a hand on Kara's back.

"He was already comatose" Kara cried, shaking against him. "Why couldn't the world just leave him alone!?"

"The world is unfair...and doesn't show mercy..." Kara held onto Clark, she just needed a goddamn hug...

"My little brother..." she whimpered. Clark hugged her back. He couldn't even express both the sadness and rage he felt for Connor...He was supposed to be the older brother of Jon....Though, the thought of the little one reminded him of something. "Kara....There's something that you need to know..." He said, holding her biceps lightly so that she may look up at him. Kara's eyes moved up to the six foot man from her five foot fight height and she waited for him to speak, expectantly. The man sighed.

"I've had a son...with Lois..." He said. Kara stared, her strained eyes narrowed.

"I...what...?" She thought she was going crazy from the emotions she was going through.

"6 years ago, before I left...before I've become..." He looked away for a moment as he thought about that for a moment but looked back shortly. "I've had a son. His name is Jon...I would have told you when he had gotten a bit older...but then, this virus came...Then I was only focused on getting as far as I could before I endangered and...." Clark trailed, unable to bring himself to finish the sentence, no matter how hard he tried. Kara's lips ferviously opened and closed several times.

"You....you've been lying to ma...pa...all of us...?"

"No....Ma and Pa know already...I've asked them not to tell you and Connor yet....I...I wanted to tell you myself." Clark said, letting go of her arms. Kara stared, and turned away from Clark to look at the opposing wall. She felt herself tremble with conflict: anger and sadness, lethargy and adrenaline, love and hatred. Kara couldn't process and feel. She simply felt more alone than ever before.

"I have no one, do I?" Kara asked herself outloud, walking to the door. Clark grabbed her wrist lightly.

"Kara...please. You have to understand...We...are the only ones left.-"

"-AND YOU STILL LIED TO ME!" Kara yelled at Clark, threatening to cry. "THAT'S EXACTLY MY POINT! WE ARE ALL WE HAVE AND YOU KEEP SECRETS FROM ME!!! YOUR COUSIN, ME!!!"

"Because we are all we have is why I kept him hidden! I wanted him to be safe from everything for the first few years! I..." Clark sighed, letting her hand go. "I couldn't risk what happened in that other dimension...." He looked toward the ground. "I'm sorry..."

"No you're not or you wouldn't have done it and known I was worthy of the trust. The Justice League won't trust us fully and I guess you won't trust me fully either. I really only had my brother...and he's dead...I can't deal with this..." Kara quickly walked to the door and knocked.

Clark only sighed again, watching as Barry had began to walk toward the door. "If you won't listen to me....At least go to see him....He wants to meet you..." Clark said finally, sitting back on the edge of that bed as the door opened finally. Kara glared over her shoulder.

"What are you doing? Stand up, I got you released...." She walked out and looked at Barry, Clark easily over hearing. "I need a few hours off shift, don't contact me unless it's an emergency, please."

"Not a problem..." Barry said to her, standing aside. He looked at Clark expectantly, though he remained seated.

"Actually....I don't think I'm done yet..." He said. Barry looked at him confused at first, but didn't open his mouth to say anything further, only closing the door to leave the Man of Steel to himself...