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Mr. Kent Goes to Washington [closed]
Nightmares blow. They totally blow chunks. It's late for Superboy as he wanders around the City, trying to shake off thoughts of mind control and hurting loved ones, though early for others--everyone on the ship is on their own sleep cycle, pretty much. What's the middle of the night for him is early morning for someone else.
Right now, he's seriously considering going back to cuddling the gorgeous blond babe sleeping in his bed, but he needs to shake off the heebie jeebies first and try to forget the crunch noise his fists made in his dream when they slammed into her face--the same noise they made for real when he'd attacked her while under Luthor's control.
He hates that he knows the sound his fists make when they hit his girlfriend in the face. He'll never stop hating it, even though it wasn't his fault.
Superboy meanders his way into a building he knows he should probably recognize but totally can't because he wasn't paying attention in history class, and is surprised to find someone else already inside, in a room fill with wooden chairs and tables. The chairs in the modern-day Independence Hall are from the same period, lovingly restored--these are slightly different.
That's because these are the real thing, the actual chairs that were once in this hall. Everything in this hall is exactly as it was on August 2, 1776, when the Declaration of Independence was signed.
"Wow, those are some tiny chairs." What? He's a big guy and people were smaller back then. Them chairs is tiny.
Right now, he's seriously considering going back to cuddling the gorgeous blond babe sleeping in his bed, but he needs to shake off the heebie jeebies first and try to forget the crunch noise his fists made in his dream when they slammed into her face--the same noise they made for real when he'd attacked her while under Luthor's control.
He hates that he knows the sound his fists make when they hit his girlfriend in the face. He'll never stop hating it, even though it wasn't his fault.
Superboy meanders his way into a building he knows he should probably recognize but totally can't because he wasn't paying attention in history class, and is surprised to find someone else already inside, in a room fill with wooden chairs and tables. The chairs in the modern-day Independence Hall are from the same period, lovingly restored--these are slightly different.
That's because these are the real thing, the actual chairs that were once in this hall. Everything in this hall is exactly as it was on August 2, 1776, when the Declaration of Independence was signed.
"Wow, those are some tiny chairs." What? He's a big guy and people were smaller back then. Them chairs is tiny.