It wasn't Kara who slept through the middle of the day; it was Bruce.
"Master Bruce, I think you really should check your body," Alfred said, entering Bruce's room with a tray of coffee and milk.
Bruce sat up, complaining helplessly, "Don't eavesdrop on my conversations with Kara."
Alfred shrugged. "You two almost had an argument last night. Even if I didn't want to hear it, I couldn't avoid it. The walls aren't soundproof."
Bruce didn't respond to Alfred's observation but asked instead, "Where are they?"
Although he didn't mention them by name, Alfred immediately understood that Bruce was referring to Kara and Jennifer. They were the only guests present yesterday apart from Bruce and Alfred himself.
"They've already left," Alfred informed him. "And they took your Lamborghini with them."
Bruce didn't seem to care about the car but was more interested in another detail. "Did Miss Jennifer leave anything?"
Alfred placed the tray on the bedside table and pulled out a small black item. It was a bat-shaped decoration, simple but iconic.
"She asked me to pass this on to you," Alfred said, handing it over.
"Does she already know who I am?" Bruce asked, examining the bat emblem carefully.
"No," Alfred replied, shaking his head. "But it seems she suspects something."
The black bat symbolized Batman. It wasn't unusual for people to draw connections between symbols, though Jennifer likely didn't know for sure about Bruce's alter ego. Still, the token seemed deliberate.
"There's also a letter," Alfred added suddenly, producing an envelope from the tray.
Bruce sighed, annoyed that such an important detail had been shared last. He opened the envelope, finding a handwritten letter from Jennifer inside.
"Bruce... Mr. Wayne, you are kind and far from the reckless playboy the world thinks you are. It brings me joy to see that the pain and sadness of your younger years no longer define you. I see the man you've become, and it makes me happy.
You don't need to play a role for anyone. Be yourself.
Kara once told me to bravely pursue happiness and love, and I've done just that. Now I give those same words to you.
If you truly care for Miss Rachel, don't let anything hold you back.
I've found what I was looking for, and I hope you will too.
Also, about last night... it was nice, but let's leave it at that."
Bruce frowned, reading the words carefully. He looked up at Alfred. "What does this mean?"
"I'd say, Master Wayne, that Miss Jennifer was kind enough to give you closure. To put it bluntly, she dumped you," Alfred replied with a wry smile.
Bruce scowled. "Did you have to phrase it like that? I mean, doesn't she like me? She's been in love with me for years—how could this happen?"
Alfred shrugged, his tone neutral. "Because she realized you're already spoken for. She saw something last night that confirmed it for her. You should know better than anyone."
Bruce thought about it for a moment before the realization hit him.
Rachel.
Meanwhile, at Jennifer's house
Kara wasn't happy. She jabbed Jennifer's forehead lightly with her finger, frustrated. "Seriously? You just let it go like that? After everything? Are you out of your mind?"
Jennifer smirked. "It's because I've experienced it that I can let it go. Otherwise, it would haunt me forever. You wouldn't understand."
Kara gritted her teeth. "I'm trying to stand up for you here!"
Jennifer waved it off and redirected her attention to a pile of documents. "If you have so much time to nag me, help me organize these files instead."
The documents were work-related, specifically about her upcoming trials against Gotham's criminals. Jennifer had recently moved to Gotham City, and this case was her first major assignment as a prosecutor.
As she sifted through the evidence, Jennifer found a business card that Harvey Dent had given her the night before. She decided to contact him.
Harvey was Gotham's District Attorney, and he would be handling the prosecution for her upcoming trial.
During their phone call, Jennifer and Harvey discussed their case strategies, focusing on how to secure the maximum sentence possible for their defendant.
Although Gotham didn't have the death penalty, they aimed for life imprisonment.
Kara observed Jennifer quietly, her expression a mix of amusement and disbelief. "You know, if anyone overheard your conversation, both you and Harvey would be in big trouble. You're walking a very fine line."
Jennifer shrugged, unbothered. "This is Gotham. Things work differently here."
Kara helped Jennifer prepare by gathering evidence, including incriminating details about the Falcone family. Despite their efforts, they knew witnesses were crucial.
"The witness testimony will make or break the case," Kara reminded her. "If the witness changes their story in court, it'll get messy."
Jennifer took notes and discussed strategies with Harvey.
When the trial eventually began, their fears were realized—the witness recanted on the stand.
But Jennifer and Harvey had anticipated this, presenting alternative evidence that upheld their case.
The head of the Falcone family was convicted, though not to life imprisonment. He received a ten-year sentence.
Kara handed Jennifer her keys.
Jennifer smirked. "Take my car when you get back to Metropolis. And return Bruce Wayne's Lamborghini while you're at it. Next time you're in Gotham, we'll switch back."
Kara hesitated, looking at Jennifer intently. "Have you really let go?"
Jennifer shrugged, her focus already back on her work. "As you can see, I'm very busy."
And with that, Kara left Gotham, still wondering if Jennifer truly meant what she said.