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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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Iris shrugs. "It's okay. It's always been necrotic between me and my dad. He might not be dead. I really don't know."

She smiles a little. "A few times. It's a nice place."

"Best city there is."

And he says it with all the pride of a Knight, of a Starman. The Opal is his home, a part of him he'll never be entirely disconnected from no matter where he is.

"Though...I'm sorry about your dad. Me and Pop weren't exactly close for a long time, so I can sort of understand."

Iris grins. She feels that same way about Keystone.

"He tried in his own way. He just moves too fast. Faster than anything now. It wasn't worth his time to speak to me. He spent time with my brother and he left me holographic messages.

But since I got here three days ago, all I can think about is what will happen if I'm stuck here for good. We never patched things up."

He nods.

"Yeah, I know how that is. My brother was the one who was all set to take up the red and green...not me. He was all hot on it, taking after Pop like he did. Me? I was the rebel. Then David got shot and my life blew up and here I was, taking up my jacket and my badge and taking up the name."

He looks down at Kyle.

"Hated it at first. Thought it was stupid. Still do sometimes, the whole superhero thing. I mean, I only took the job originally because Pop promised to work on harnessing the cosmic energies for a clean power source...but I guess it grew on me."

He looks back up at her.

"Don't worry too much about being stuck here. My dad was stuck for a while...and he came back. And, well...if you can't leave, not much to do about it anyway."

"My brother was the rebel actually. I always wanted to be the superhero. My father just didn't think it was something I could do. He'd always tell me to stop playing around. I don't know if it was because I'm a girl or what."

"It can be stupid but I can't see me doing anything else. Not really."

"True enough. There are worse places to be trapped. And I've met a lot of apocalyptic people already."

He laughs.

"Hey. Girls are some of the most powerful people I know. Dian, Hope, heck...ever heard of the Phantom Lady? Who knows, Iris...Fathers are weird."

He looks down at his own bundle and smiles.

"And I guess I'll start worrying after I stop worrying after this one. Cause, uh, fathers are weird."

"I know the Phantom Lady. She's mega-apocalyptic." A ghost in Iris' time but still the Phantom Lady.

"They do their best though." Most of them.

She chuckles. "Don't worry. I'm sure you'll be a great dad."

"She's family. The original one anyway..."

He smiles and looks down at Kyle before turning to Iris.

"Want to meet the latest little Knight? He's starting to wake up..."

And a little fist rises to prove just that.

"Your sister? Or a cousin? Or...?"

Aw. "Sure I do. How old is he?"

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