Kara is not impulsive. Although she had made it clear to Perry that she was the Oracle of Justice, there was a reason for her actions.
The first reason was that she had to go to Gotham City next. Otherwise, Jennifer would remain in constant danger.
The second reason was Bruce. He already knew her identity, and so did Rachel.
If Bruce could trust Rachel with such information, why couldn't she trust Perry?
Perry was a smart man; he knew what he should and shouldn't know. When Kara was about to spell it out for him by saying, "I'm Oracle," he stopped her, choosing to remain ignorant.
That decision put Kara at ease.
Tossing her phone onto the passenger seat, Kara slammed her foot on the gas pedal and used her psychokinesis to reduce the weight of the car. This trick allowed the ordinary vehicle to reach a mind-boggling 400 mph—far beyond what even high-end sports cars could achieve. For reference, the theoretical maximum speed of an F1 car on the track was only 375 mph.
At this speed, any ordinary person would lose control. The car wasn't just moving fast—it was practically flying.
But Kara wasn't one to flaunt her abilities recklessly. She stayed grounded, pushing her limits within reason. After all, her goal was to get to Gotham City as quickly as possible.
She arrived in Gotham in record time.
Despite being Metropolis's protector, her responsibilities had brought her to Gotham more and more often. Each time, it was not by choice. This time was no exception—Jennifer had been attacked and injured.
Using the address Bruce provided, Kara navigated to the hospital where Jennifer was being treated. She rushed to the designated floor and saw Bruce waiting for her in the hallway.
"Where's Jennifer?" Kara asked as she approached. "How is she?"
Bruce stepped aside, letting Kara see through the glass window. Inside, Jennifer was awake, sitting on the hospital bed with a thick file in her hands.
"I told her to rest, but you can see how well she listens," Bruce said with a shrug. "Go keep her company. I'll grab some drinks."
With that, he left.
Kara let out a relieved sigh before entering the ward.
Jennifer looked up briefly when Kara walked in, but her attention quickly returned to the file in her lap.
Kara strode over and snatched the file away. "Are you trying to kill yourself? Didn't I tell you to take it easy? You're a patient, Jennifer. What could be so important that you can't rest?"
Her anger stemmed from Bruce's description of the attack. Jennifer's car had been reduced to rubble by the bomb, a testament to its power. Had Jennifer not instinctively stepped back after closing the car door, she might not have survived. Even so, debris from the explosion had posed a significant threat.
Jennifer's amused smile didn't help. She noticed Kara's disheveled appearance—her usually perfect blonde hair was a mess, she wasn't wearing her glasses, and her outfit seemed hastily thrown together. A crisp white work shirt on top, jeans on the bottom, and slippers on her feet—Kara had clearly rushed out without a second thought.
Feeling a wave of warmth, Jennifer opened her arms and pouted. "I'm fine. See? Still alive."
Kara leaned down to hug Jennifer tightly, her anger giving way to relief. "You scared me half to death. What the hell happened?"
Jennifer didn't hold back as she explained. "With Batman's help, we gathered enough evidence to go after Gotham's biggest crime lords. That kind of power play doesn't come without consequences."
She spoke casually, but Kara's stomach churned.
"Harvey's idea, wasn't it?" Kara muttered, rubbing her temples.
Jennifer wasn't even a prosecutor anymore. While her role as Gotham's chief justice gave her significant authority, it didn't extend to arrests. It was the prosecutor and police who handled that. Jennifer's job was to oversee trials, not take down crime syndicates.
"That man has no sense of self-preservation," Kara added. "And he dragged you into it."
Jennifer shrugged. "We couldn't stand by any longer. It's time to bring Gotham's criminals to justice."
"And if something happens to you?" Kara countered. "How am I supposed to explain that to your parents?"
Jennifer gripped Kara's hand and smiled softly. "That's why we won't tell them. They don't need the extra worry."
Kara rolled her eyes. "You're lucky you survived. If anything had happened…"
"I'm fine, Kara," Jennifer interrupted. "Now stop fussing."
Ignoring her, Kara started lifting the quilt to inspect Jennifer's injuries. Jennifer grabbed it tightly and shook her head. "Kara, stop. Look behind you."
Turning around, Kara noticed Bruce standing outside the door with a few drinks in hand, his gaze fixed on them through the window.
"Seriously?" Kara muttered under her breath. "When did he develop such a weird habit?"
The awkward moment was broken by Kara's curiosity. "So, what's going on between you two?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at Jennifer.
Jennifer shrugged. "Nothing much. I'm just pregnant."
Kara nearly stumbled. "What?"
Jennifer laughed at Kara's expression. "I'm joking! But I've been thinking about moving back to Metropolis. Gotham's a lost cause. And maybe, just maybe, I'll start fresh—find a new purpose."
"You're full of surprises today," Kara said, shaking her head.
Jennifer grinned. "I hear Batman's single. Who knows? Maybe I'll give the whole 'dating a masked vigilante' thing a shot."
Kara sighed. "Jennifer, you're unbelievable."
Jennifer leaned back with a sly smile. "You know you love me."
Kara didn't reply. She just grabbed one of the drinks Bruce had left behind and took a long sip. Gotham might be chaotic, but at least she had Jennifer to keep her on her toes.