Kara's words brought Jonathan to a stop. Even Martha, who had just brought Kara a plate of late-night snacks whipped up in the kitchen, froze and stared at her daughter in surprise.
After all, they were just ordinary people—simple farmers, living quiet lives on Earth.
The idea of aliens was already far beyond their understanding, but reviving a destroyed planet and everyone on it? That was unimaginable.
Kara casually placed the plate on the dog's head.
Martha quickly took it away, scolding, "Kara, don't play with food!"
Kara shrugged and grabbed a spoon, savoring the long-lost taste of her mother's cooking.
"What do you think, Kara?" Jonathan asked, his tone calm but probing. "Do you think it's right or wrong to do something like that?"
Kara paused mid-bite, her expression thoughtful as she chewed slowly. Despite her godlike powers, there was something undeniably human about her at that moment—a child, seeking comfort in her parents' company.
After a few moments, Kara swallowed and began, "If the goal is to save Krypton from destruction, it would mean rewriting reality and history entirely. Bringing back an entire civilization would likely require the Life Equation."
Jonathan's expression didn't change, but Martha gasped audibly.
"The Life Equation?" Jonathan asked, leaning forward slightly.
Kara nodded. "Yeah. The Life Equation is a universal force—a counterpart to the Anti-Life Equation. It's not just about restoring individual lives; it's about bringing balance and vitality to an entire universe."
She placed her spoon down and continued, "Tampering with reality like that? It could have unpredictable consequences. The ripple effects might alter the entire universe."
Martha's hand trembled as she listened. The idea that her daughter might wield such power—power that could change the very fabric of existence—was terrifying.
Jonathan, however, remained composed. "I understand that, Kara, but I'm asking you. Do you think it's the right thing to do? Is it what you want?"
Kara met her father's steady gaze and smiled faintly. "You've always made me think for myself, haven't you?"
Jonathan chuckled softly. "You've grown up."
Martha wiped away a tear. "In the blink of an eye, my little girl is thirty-five years old."
"Mom," Kara groaned, rolling her eyes. "Don't mention my age, seriously."
Martha laughed softly, but the sentiment was clear. No matter how powerful Kara had become, to her parents, she was still their little girl.
Kara sighed dramatically. "Fine, fine. Can I at least get another plate of food?"
"Absolutely not," Martha said firmly. "It's late. Go to bed, and I'll make you more in the morning."
Reluctantly, Kara obeyed. Upstairs, she found her room freshly tidied, her bath drawn, and her pajamas neatly laid out. Her mother's touch was everywhere.
Despite her invulnerability—having recently spent time in the core of the sun, where even the most resilient organisms would disintegrate—Kara relished the simple act of taking a warm bath.
Later, lying on her back in bed, she snapped her fingers. A sleek smartphone materialized in the air above her and dialed a number automatically.
"Wayne Manor," came Alfred Pennyworth's polite voice on the other end. "This is Alfred speaking. How may I help you?"
"Hey, Alfred," Kara said casually. "Could you put me through to Bruce?"
"Miss Kara! What a pleasant surprise!" Alfred exclaimed. "Please hold on—"
Before he could finish, there was a commotion in the background.
"Is that Kara?" a voice shouted excitedly. "Is she really back?"
Kara smirked as the phone changed hands. Moments later, Jennifer Walters' voice came through, practically vibrating with excitement. "Kara! You're alive! Where have you been? Why didn't you come see me first?"
"Whoa, calm down," Kara replied with a laugh.
"You've been gone for so long! I even helped Bruce raise his son while you were away!" Jennifer teased.
"Hey!" Bruce Wayne's voice interrupted from the background, sounding indignant. "He's my son, not yours!"
Kara couldn't help but chuckle. "Sounds like I missed a lot."
Jennifer laughed too. "You have no idea."
"Well, I'm coming over," Kara said abruptly.
"What? Now?" Jennifer asked, startled.
But before she could protest, Kara hung up.
Minutes later, Jennifer was still processing the call when Bruce spoke up. "What's wrong?"
"Kara said she's coming over," Jennifer replied, setting the phone down.
"This late?" Bruce frowned. "She should've waited until tomorrow."
"Well, excuse me for dropping by unannounced," Kara's voice quipped from outside the window.
Both Jennifer and Bruce turned in surprise to see Kara floating gracefully outside.
Without hesitation, Jennifer ran to the window, and Kara stepped inside, embracing her friend tightly.
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