Bruce was very gentlemanly and didn't intrude on Kara and Jennifer until Kara walked to the door, opened it, and asked, "When are you going to stop peeking? Why don't you come in?"
He stepped inside, looking slightly awkward.
"I brought some drinks. Don't worry; they're all safe for you," Bruce said, placing several bottles of functional beverages on the cabinet next to the hospital bed.
Jennifer nodded and thanked him.
Many people think pregnant women should avoid functional drinks, but in reality, caffeine is more concerning because it may harm the baby. Functional drinks, as long as they aren't specifically anti-fatigue, often contain beneficial nutrients and can be consumed in moderation. Jennifer, due to her demanding job, occasionally drank functional beverages to maintain focus.
Kara observed the two of them. It was evident that Bruce already knew Jennifer was pregnant. However, Bruce seemed confused and unsure about how to handle the situation or his relationship with Jennifer.
Jennifer, on the other hand, was relaxed and smiled as she said to Bruce, "You've already helped a lot. Now that Kara is here, you can head home, Mr. Wayne."
The formal address felt oddly normal yet distant.
Bruce turned to Kara, looking for confirmation.
Kara shrugged. "Alright, she's in my hands now."
Although Bruce didn't seem eager to leave, Jennifer's words left no room for argument. He reluctantly said, "Call me if you need anything," before departing.
Jennifer shook her head and greeted Kara with a small smile. "Make yourself comfortable. I still have some files to go through. Sorry to trouble you to stay the night, but I'll be discharged tomorrow. If those cowards think they can scare me, they're dead wrong."
Kara watched as Jennifer returned to her documents, fully engrossed in her work. She couldn't help but feel a mix of admiration and concern for her best friend's strength.
Most people, even grown men, would be shaken after surviving a bomb attack, but Jennifer returned to work as if nothing had happened.
"Don't push yourself too hard," Kara said gently, knowing it would be futile to stop Jennifer but still wanting to show her care. "Remember, it's not just you anymore."
Jennifer froze briefly and looked at Kara with mock annoyance. "Did you have to bring that up?"
Kara shrugged. "Better to have the baby. If worse comes to worst, I'll help you raise it."
Jennifer smirked. "Are you secretly a lesbian? I don't want to marry you."
Kara rolled her eyes in exasperation. "At least I'll be the godmother—that's non-negotiable."
Godparents are often considered surrogate parents, stepping in if anything happens to the child's actual parents. With the close bond between Jennifer, Dani, and Kara, it was a given that they'd serve as godparents for each other's children.
Jennifer shook her head but didn't argue further. She resumed reading the thick stack of documents in front of her. After all, she and Harvey were preparing to try gang leaders with hundreds of charges. Building such a strong case required extensive research.
Kara didn't disturb her, instead grabbing a bottle of one of the drinks Bruce had brought. She pulled up a chair but later ended up climbing into the hospital bed. Two slender women could fit comfortably.
Kara hugged Jennifer's waist as she settled in to sleep peacefully.
Jennifer, though slightly annoyed, shook her head. Was Kara here just to sleep? And why was she hugging her belly so tightly? Did she think she might steal the baby in the middle of the night?
Despite her amusement, Jennifer felt nostalgic. The moment reminded her of their youth, when the three of them would cram into a bed or lie on the floor, chatting like carefree teenagers.
Jennifer reached over and pinched Kara's cheek lightly. "You heartless idiot," she muttered. Memories of her worries and fears for Kara's safety during her years away came flooding back—visions of tragic fates, such as Kara being torn apart by wild beasts or held captive.
Shaking her head, Jennifer dismissed those thoughts, set the documents aside, and gently moved Kara's arm. She rested her head next to Kara's and finally drifted off to sleep.
But suddenly, Kara's eyes snapped open. She glanced at Jennifer, who was sleeping peacefully, and then turned toward the window, where dawn was breaking.
Kara's expression turned icy and foreboding as she quietly slipped out of bed.
If someone had looked closely, they'd have noticed her feet hovering slightly above the ground. Kara wasn't walking—she was floating. She opened the door soundlessly with telekinetic precision, ensuring no noise disturbed Jennifer.
She left the hospital, rising into the clouds. From above, Kara looked down at the silent Gotham City. Closing her eyes, she focused, activating her super-hearing. Though the cacophony of the city filled her ears, she expertly filtered through the noise, searching for her target.
Moments later, Kara's eyes flew open. She activated her super-vision, locking onto a specific location.
"Joker," she muttered coldly. "Found you."