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And once again, the door opens to let in Joseph. It's been a few days, and he seems rather surprised. He was supposed to be visiting Bludhaven with his sister, there was this little coffee shop Dick had told him about, but now-

Well, once here, why not enjoy it? He glances back out the door, nodding to himself, then closes it behind him. No need for Rose to get dragged into this place quite yet. She'd probably kill someone.

As he begins to walk across the room, his gaze finds itself drawn upwards, to look at the window once more. It's just so danged amazing. All that ending and- Is that a crack? He stands there, his neck back, his face caught between wonder and horror. Had that ALWAYS been there?

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"Takes a bit of getting used to, doesn't it?" Clark offers from the chair in the observation area he's claimed for the morning.

Jericho glances over, smiling and nodding to the new boy. Looks a little young, but, well, he was there once. Joe ambles over, still smiling, to say hello. or, sign hello.

Clark watches the signing with interest, although no, he doesn't know exactly what it means, he can guess.

"Took me a while, but I think it's stopped surprising me whenever I look at it." That and he doesn't really feel like he's being punched in the gut everytime he sees it anymore.

He stands and offers a hand. "Clark Kent. Nice to meet you."

Joe's face goes wide in surprise. He shakes the offered hand, then pulls out a pad of paper, so communication can be easily taken care of. I am called Jericho. Are you any relation to the reporter Clark Kent?"

The reaction is noted and Clark just might sigh softly at it. Upon reading the note, he shrugs.

"You could say that. I hear in other worlds that's supposed to be me." There's a brief pause. "You know him?"

I've read a lot of his work. He does so many columns on metahumans, I kind of have to. Insert cheesy Jericho grin. Not to worry young Clark, Joe is not one of the hordes of people who are in on the secret. Come on, his father is a major league villain, you think anyone is going to tell him?

"Metahumans." That's more surprising than it really should be. He thought he'd at least try to be subtle.

"I hope I'm at least a good writer. Why would you have to read them?"

Joe glances down at his suit, the purple tight pants, the black shirt with little armor scale like short sleeves, and then looks back up to Clark with a sheepish grin. He writes on the pad. Hi, my working name is Jericho, I'm a Teen Titan. And a metahuman.

Clark raises his eyebrows at that.

"Teen Titan? You're a superhero?"

Have been for- Jericho glances upwards, thinking, before continuing the note. a long time. It gets complicated. But, yes, I am. He does a cheesy flex move.

"I know complicated, don't worry about it," Clark chuckles.

"That's, um, an interesting line of work. You have ablities, then, right? Metahuman and all."

Metahuman. He's going to have to remember that. Different from meteor freaks; people born with powers or developed another way, like Bart and AC. Possibly Victor as well, though Clark isn't sure what Vic would get classified as.

I can take over other peoples bodies. He shrugs. And I've been trained to fight, by some of the best out there. Starfire, Cyborg, Nightwing-

Those names don't mean anything to Clark. Yet.

He does, however, take a tiny step back. "You take over people's bodies?"

He holds upa hand. I'm a good guy. Only when It's needed. Jericho gives that smile again. He's such an innocent person.

Vaguely, Clark wonders when something like that would ever be needed. He's done the whole body switch thing. It's not fun. Even if this isn't exactly the smae, which he gets the feeling it's not.

"Well, that's reassuring, at least," he offers a small smile. "Have you been here long?"

A couple of weeks, in and out. You? It's just nice to be able to talk with normal people.

"Months by now total. I'm not sure exactly how long, but it's been at least a month straight since I got stuck here," Clark shrugs.

"Interesting place, but I'd like to get back home, you know?"

Ooh, that's something no ones talked to him about yet. Stuck here?

"Yeah, you haven't heard aboout that yet?" Clark asks, giving Jericho a quizzical look.

"The bar likes to keep people, sometimes. The door," he nods to the main door here, or where it should be, "disappears and you can't leave. I have no idea why, but it does. Like I said, I've been here over a month now. It's not bad, just boring."

Jericho stares at the door, worriedly. I hope that doesn't happen. My sister would worry.

"I don't think any time passes out while you're in."

Beat.

"At least it better not, or I'm in a world of trouble."

That's, nice I suppose? So, what do you do here, Clark? flipping over to a new page sinc ethe old one is full by now.

Clark peers at the question.

"Try to keep myself entertained. It's not always easy. Mostly I read, drink entirely too much coffee, and talk to people."

Jericho peers around. Quite a few people from my universe, ti seems.

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