Frank Jr: “Daddy?”
Lisa: “Daddy, where are you? Are you here?”
Frank: “Maria? Lisa? Junior? Here?”
Frank Jr: “Daddy.”
Maria: “Frank! We’re up here. Frank. Come here. Join us among the stars.”
Kids: “Daddy, we miss you.”
Frank recognizes the voices coming from the stars.
Frank: “My 3 loves? Here? But are they really….? My family? Really….my….family calling me?”
Maria: “Frank, honey!”
Frank Jr: “Daddy, I love you!”
Frank: “They are my family! *becomes overjoyed* Living among the stars! *yells at the stars* MARIA! LISA! JUNIOR! I’M HERE!! *waves at them frantically*”
Maria: “I love you forever, Frank.”
Frank Jr: “Come join us, Daddy.”
Lisa: “Daddy, we miss you.”
Frank: “Maria, my love! Lisa! Frankie! Daddy’s here! Here I am! *reaches out to the stars* I’m coming! I’m coming to join you! I love you! I love you all!!”
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
Gunshots rang out! In an instant, the three stars got blown away right before Frank’s eyes
The Joker: “Who knew just how fun it is to win at such gallery games. HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!”
Frank turns around and sees Batman’s greatest enemy, The Joker, The Clown Prince of Crime, laughing at Frank mockingly.
Frank: *enraged* “YOU &^%$#@!(*^ SON OF A &^%$#!!!!!” *charges forward*
Frank lunges at The Joker, but ends up stepping on a hidden trap door that gives way! He falls!
Then he wakes up in an apartment bedroom in the Suicide Slums, breathing heavily and in cold sweat. He had a nightmare.
Frank: “A dream…. It was only a dream. *rubs his face and eyes* A &^%$*& nightmare… uuhh.”
Frank slows his breathing down as he pauses for a moment. Then he turns his head and sees something he didn’t think he’ll see again.
Frank: *surprised* “What the He-?”
Right in front of his bed stood something that looks very familiar to Frank who discover it while invading a campground belonging to a dangerous cult a few years before Luthor brought him to the DC Comics world— WarHarp!
Frank: *calming down* “WarHarp. I never thought I’ll see it again.”
He takes a hold of it and finds a note woven onto the strings. He takes it out and reads it.
“Hi-ya, Frank. I thought you could have this. Captain Marvel and the Big Man Upstairs briefly appeared and wants me to give you your beloved harpies so you can play angel music again in our new home. Warharp is here. The rest is at my apartment. You can pick ’em up and take ’em home to your apartment whenever you’re wide awake. Enjoy. -Micro.”
The One Above them All knowing that Frank will never come back to the Marvel Universe, tell Carol Danvers (aka Captain Marvel) to find the WarHarp in one of Frank’s former safehouses and bring it to him. She located the safehouse where Frank’s harp children are being kept in and brought them all out. She puts them in a special case and brought them to the highest realm. Then The One Above them All recreates the wormhole portal and tells Carol to bring the harps to the DC Comics universe, put them by the door to Micro’s apartment next door to Frank’s with the note attached to one of them, and come straight back to the Marvel Universe for she cannot be in the DC Universe for long. Carol did everything The One commands her to. She set Frank’s harp children by the door and gave a knock at the door before turning away to fly back through the portal and into the Marvel Universe where she belongs. Then the wormhole disappears forever. A second later, Micro answers the door to find a very large case. He drags the case into his apartment and opens the lid to find Frank’s harp children inside it and the small note inside it that reads:
“Micro, On a mission from The One Above them All. Please give these to the man who sings to his family. All the better to harp out music than to harp out bullets, don’t you think? Farewell and thanks. Will miss you. -Capt. Marvel.”
Micro: “Say, I think I know who’s the man the note’s referring to.”
Not wanted to disturb Frank while he was sleeping, Micro takes out Warharp, jot down the note to Frank and woven it onto the strings of WarHarp. Then he crept inside Frank’s apartment and gently set it inside his bedroom. Then he tiptoed out of Frank’s apartment, leaving the harp at Frank’s bedside.
Frank looks at Warharp and gently smiled. He cuddles with it and slowly puts his hand to the strings and begins to gently strum it and listens as the harp emits a soft, beautiful pleasing sound just like the sound he hears every time he plays it that remind him of his family that he lost years ago when they were out on a picnic in Central Park.
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