| Main Alias: Superman | Race: Kryptonian |
| Occupation: Reporter, Novelist, Superhero, | Residence: Metropolis, 1938 Sullivan Place, #207 |
| Height: 6’ 4" | Weight: 235 lbs |
-c- grabbed his notepad and recorder and flew off, quickly landing in the woods of a small town.
It’s time to start asking questions
Clark began looking into Clementine, finding photos of her as a young child.
“She…she’s a dead ringer for this ‘Caroline.’ But they can’t possibly be the same person. Did Clementine have a sister?”
Clark kept searching, finding birth records for Clementine, dated after the photo of Caroline Hartwin. Clark searched for records of Caroline, but found nothing. Almost as if she had been erased from all records
“…Maybe the folks who grew up around the Hartwins will have more answers.”
He -c-
-c- a young teenage girl stands between them
“Pictured above. Hartwin Labs founder Gerald, with his wife Miriam, and their child Caroline…Caroline?”
Clark stared at the photo in confusion. Conner said the name was Clementine. Did he make a mistake? Clark looked at the date of the newspaper article in silence
“…there is certainly something much bigger going on here…”
“…Hartwin. Gerald Hartwin. Married to a woman named Miriam. Both associates to the Luthor family.”
Clark began searching through records, trying to solve as much as he can of this mystery
“Gerald has his own research company, Hartwin Labs, before being bought out by LexCorp. Hartwin Labs seemed to specialize in…genetic research?”
he began looking up information on the child of the Hartwins
“…??? This…this is interesting…”
Clark stared at an old newspaper clipping of the Hartwins, with -c-
smiles
“…What a sweet moment.”
-c- smells. It’s almost as if he never left. He could still hear it, the laughter and joy he and his friends would have, as they rode their bikes through the town, racing from school all the way to the local diner. Pete would always arrive first. Clark second. Lex would show up last, but Clark felt he hardly tried. Maybe he didn’t care.
Speaking of Lex, he knew the path he had to walk. He had to make his way to the old Luthor home. There was someone he wanted to have a conversation -c-
-c- Clark couldn’t help but laugh to himself. It’s a miracle his secret didn’t get exposed right there. Somehow Lana was convinced she had imagined the whole thing. As he got closer to town, more memories came back to him. A school bus passed him, the cheers of the students inside bringing Clark back to his football days. He was the star athlete, but looking back it was hardly fair.
He finally made it to town, his smile only growing even more. Smallville never changes. The sights, the -c-
Clark landed softly on the outskirts of Smallville, quickly changing into his civilian attire. As he began walking along the path towards the town, his mind was flooded with memories and feelings of the past.
He walks past Ben Hubbard’s farm. A memory unlocked. He’s playing hide and seek with Lana. She somehow didn’t realize she was in the path of a thresher. Clark moved faster than he knew he could at the time, and the blades broke on his body.
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