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A man walks in.

He's moderately tall, black hair a little long on top and curly, falling into his face. Blue eyes look down at the bundle in his arms, the little tuft of similarly black hair sticking out the top the only indication of what it might be other than the absolute adoration in his eyes. Nestled in the crook of his arm is tall golden staff, hook on the end gleaming in the low light.

He's not dressed up really. There's a Hawaiian shirt, open and showing a wifebeater underneath, accompanied by a black leather jacket tied around his waist. Green goggles sit atop his head at a rakish angle. He's in loose slacks, accompanied by black boots, and he looks like he's had a long day.

"Hello, Kyle...how're you tonight? Daddy's home from extra work and Mikey and Tony are all gone and it's just you and..."

He looks up.

Blinks in confusion.

"Me?"

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*Tim approaches with an open hand and a smile.*

Hello Starman, welcome to milliways.

He blinks, eyes wide and staring, and sticks out the available hand to shake blankly.

"Um...what? And where? And..."

Well, his identity was no secret. But still...what exactly was this guy doing in what looked a whole heck of a lot not like his living room?

*It's the staff, really. It kind of sticks out. Just be glad the junior heros are having too much drama to mob him right now.*

End of the universe. Milliways. 42.

"The end of the universe serves alcohol?"

He's looking around now. This...isn't the oddest thing he's ever seen. Next to his visits with David and some of the rest of it, a bar where his living room should be is downright normal. But...

He peers down at Kyle.

"You, uh, wouldn't happen to know where I could get the kid a bottle and..."

Hm...

"...some diapers?"

Sure would. we're a family friendly environment.

*Tim gestures.*

Just ask the bar for whatever you need, first drink is on the house.

He nods.

"Right. That's good. Being as, uh, we're here. A little family."

He holds Kyle especially close. The little one, still asleep, nuzzles into his chest with a faint gurgle.

"So...uh...what gives? With the me being here instead of my living room? And, if you don't mind me asking since, you know, you know my name...who're you?"

*Tim offers a hand.*

Sir Timothy Hunter. If you know John Constantine, Zanatanna or the Phantom Stranger, i work with them.

"Met her father, actually..."

And wasn't that a trip.

"But I'm sure you're, uh, good people."

Another look around.

"Can I sit or is there some kind of initiation ceremony or something?"

*Tim waves.*

Sit anywhere. oh, dair warning? Barry allen is here.

A long, drawn out blink, and he has to be careful not to startle the baby.

"Barry Al-"

And now he raises an eyebrow.

"You mean, uh...zoom zoom, fast feet? That one?"

*Tim nods.*

Yup, the one who died.

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Iris zips on over. "Hello." He looks vaguely like someone she knows but not really. Ah well.

He blinks at her.

"Uh...hi."

He nods down to the baby and makes a shushing gesture.

"You...you, uh, remind me of someone."

She blinks and makes an effort to be quiet. "Sorry."

Someone else who knows her father? Interesting. "I'm Iris West."

He raises an eyebrow, looks her up and down, and blinks.

"You look...a little too old to be who I'm thinking of. Name's Jack. Jack Knight, nice to meet you."

He grins down at the bundle.

"And this is Kyle."

Curious. "Who were you thinking of?"

She waves quickly and smiles. "Hello, Kyle."

He shrugs.

"Kid of a friend."

And then the fatherly pride comes out.

"Sorry. He's a little sleepy right now. Daddy just got home from..."

A look to the Cosmic Rod and a quick jerk of the head to it.

"Hm. Another girl Kid Flash?"

She eyes the Rod and...hm...okay, that is familiar. Hoo.

She smiles. "He looks like you."

He shakes his head.

"No, uh..."

He peeeeeers at her. And decides to go with 'paternal pride' instead of 'complete confusion'.

"And yeah, the little guy's a spitting image. I'm just glad Pop got to see him."

Tilts her head. "Hm?"

Uncertain it's wise to ask but..."To see him before?"

"Before he died."

And there's a bit of a lump in his throat but he figures he should have dealt with it by now, the funeral having taken place a few days past now. But it still hurts...mostly because he feels as if there are a thousand different things he could have said that he didn't.

Iris looks guilty.

"Oh."

"I'm sorry."

Her father's not dead but being bound here, the chances of seeing him...well, and the strangeness of finding the door but not being able to leave.

"I'm...it was stupid of me to ask..."

ditto

*waves*

Glad to be here, folks ^_^

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