Title: Rainbow’s Freedom (Justice Arc) (4/61)
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Jonathan/Martha, Kara Zor-El
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. Clark begins training under the Bat and secrets are uncovered as the Abolitionist Movement makes rapid progress with old and new methods. Can Freedom outrace rumors of War as the Galactic Empire rushes headlong to a new future?
The entire series can be found here.
Genres: AU, Drama, Slavefic
Rating: (this chapter): G
Summary: Martha receives an interesting visitor at the farm.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): February 14, 2011
Date Of Posting: March 21, 2012
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 952
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Note: The magnificent story cover is by the wonderfully-talented ctbn60. Thanks so much, luv! :)
As the fight
"Lying In The Weeds"
Martha hurried to the front door. Who could be stopping by? ‘Dropping by’ was a time-honored Smallville tradition.
She opened the door and saw a pretty young blond woman standing on her front porch. The woman smiled brightly. “Hello, Martha Kent? My name is Linda Danvers.” She held out her hand. “I’m here to ask about the N.A.S.”
Martha opened the door and shook the visitor’s hand. “Hello, Linda. Come on in.”
“Thank you.” Linda looked around with interest. “You have a lovely home.”
“Thank you. Would you like something to drink? Coffee, tea, juice?”
“Juice is fine.”
“Cranberry all right?”
As Martha went about getting the drinks, she observed the stranger as the girl wandered around the living room, looking at the knickknacks on the wall shelf. Just before she started looking at the family pictures, Martha returned.
“I hope you like chocolate chip cookies.”
Martha thought that Linda was a little too chipper, but maybe she was nervous. “Have a seat, dear.”
Linda took a seat on the couch while Martha sat in her favorite chair. She sipped her juice and asked, “So what questions do you have for me?”
Linda was dressed in a light-blue sweater and skirt, topped by a short, cobalt-blue jacket. Her long, blond hair was neatly combed, and her pale blue shoes were very stylish. She wore a silver necklace with a teardrop pendant, a tiny sapphire encased in the crystal. A very professional appearance, Martha thought, with a hint of hip.
“I know that you’re the Society’s best lecturer.”
“The most active one, anyway.”
Linda smiled. “You are a persuasive speaker, Mrs. Kent. I’ve seen the fire you draw from your audiences.”
Martha laughed. “Well, if I can get people fired up, that’s a good thing.”
Linda leaned forward. “I’m writing an article for my college paper, The Wheelock Whistler.” Martha’s eyes sparkled at the whimsical name. “Who are your biggest supporters? I don’t just mean the biggest contributors of money, but of the Cause itself.”
“Well, some of our most ardent supporters are the wealthiest. Oliver Queen of Star City and Bruce Wayne of Gotham City are two examples.”
“Ah, yes, powerful men. A good combination.”
As Martha sipped her juice, she was wondering what it was about this girl that reminded her of…someone.
Something about her eyes. She took a bite of cookie. Ah, well. I’ll think of it eventually.
“Do you really believe that slavery can be eradicated?”
Martha leaned back in her chair. “I do, otherwise I couldn’t do this work.”
Linda frowned. “But it seems so hopeless! People will never voluntarily give up their slaves.”
“Some won’t, but if we give a good enough reason and make our case some will.”
“You have an admirable faith in humanity.”
“I suppose I do.” Martha sipped her juice. “And you don’t?”
Linda looked down at the glass she held between her hands, the cranberry color winking in the autumn sunlight.
“I’m afraid I don’t have as much faith as you do.”
“It’s all right, dear.” Linda looked up at Martha’s soft tone. “It’s all right to be disappointed by people. They do it quite often, you know.”
Linda blinked, then smiled as if despite herself. “You sound like a wise woman, Mrs. Kent.” She drank her juice.
“Well, I’m told I’m pretty sharp.”
The women discussed the Society for awhile and Jonathan came into the kitchen from working in the barn.
“I’ll have to get more hay stocked…oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know we had company.”
“This is Linda Danvers, dear. Linda, this is my husband, Jonathan Kent.”
“Hello.” Jonathan offered his hand.
Linda stood and shook his hand. “Hello, Mr. Kent. Thank you for your time, Mrs. Kent.
My article will be a good one thanks to you.”
“I’m glad I could help, Linda. Good luck.”
Linda smiled and took her leave, whistling as she went down the front walk and driveway to the road.
“Seems like a nice enough girl,” Jonathan commented as he snatched up a cookie from Martha’s plate.
Jonathan looked closely at his wife. “But…?”
“I’m not sure. She…well, I suppose she was just eager to make a good impression.” Martha rose and picked up her plate and glass and put them on the tray, adding Linda’s as well. Jonathan followed her to the kitchen. “She does remind me of someone.”
“I don’t know.”
“Don’t fret, honey, it’ll come to you.”
Martha nodded as she put the plates and glasses in the dishwasher.
Down the road, Kara Zor-El was busy cataloguing her impressions.
The Kent home was modest and old-fashioned, but seemed fitting for two people so committed to the eradication of slavery. Jonathan Kent’s ancestors had staked out this land as Abolitionists back in the 19th century, before the war that tore the United States apart. They had fought off pro-slavery forces until blood ran red on the land.
Martha Clark’s ancestry was just as impressive. Her lineage included lawyers and newspaper editors who had shown anti-slavery sentiments, including working for the American Civil Liberties Union, an organization scorned by many Americans and closely watched by the Government.
She would call tomorrow and ask for Martha to set up an interview with Bruce Wayne. The Book of Rao’s passage foretold:
Rises the Light,
Shrugging off the
Cloak of ebony,
Keeping him safe.
Gotham City was where the Sal-Vor was, of that she was certain. Her cousin would attach himself to someone who could help him in the Cause.
She would go to Gotham.