After staying at Wayne Manor until midnight, Kara soared into the sky despite Jennifer's reluctance. Under the cover of darkness, she flew home with ease.
Revealing her superhuman abilities turned out to be surprisingly convenient. Without them, traveling back and forth would have been time-consuming. However, Kara still kept her Kryptonian heritage a secret. Only Hal Jordan and Dani knew the truth, a fact revealed when the Green Lantern Corps' Ion Shark had welcomed her in its cryptic yet symbolic way.
Speaking of Dani, Kara had called her earlier and learned she was preoccupied with a mission. Dani's job was quite unique; she worked under Amanda Waller, a woman Kara knew to be formidable and calculating. From her conversations with Dani, Kara gleaned that Waller was already laying the groundwork for what would eventually become the Suicide Squad.
The organization—officially titled the Advanced Research Group Uniting Superhumans—was meant to deal with superhuman threats. Its inception in the comics followed the Darkseid War. Originally intended to support the Justice League with logistics, resources, and post-mission cleanups, the group eventually began acting as a counterbalance. When the League had no active threats, the ARGUS would stir up trouble as if to ensure the heroes remained sharp. Over time, their mandate shifted toward controlling the Justice League entirely, reminiscent of the Sokovia Accords in the Marvel Cinematic Universe.
Kara, however, had no intention of dwelling on bureaucratic machinations. Since Dani was busy, they agreed to meet once she returned to Metropolis.
As for Hal, he had officially taken up his duties as a Green Lantern, patrolling Sector 2814 of the universe. The Milky Way, as Hal reported, was relatively peaceful. Most activity occurred in neighboring Sector 2813, where Tomar-Re operated—incidentally, the same sector where Krypton once orbited its red sun.
From her vantage point in the sky, Kara gazed toward the distant galaxy that had once been her home. The red giant star that once sustained Krypton now hung in solemn silence, a testament to its final stages of life. Its fiery glow evoked bittersweet memories of her childhood, snippets of which came flooding back.
Kara often wondered about her identity. Was she the original Kara Zor-El? Or was her soul a fusion of the original Kara's and her own from a previous life? She could no longer tell, nor did it matter. She was Kara, a Kryptonian on Earth, and the integration of those memories made her whole.
She sighed, pushing the thought aside. Her powers gave her the ability to reshape reality, even history, but such actions came with dire warnings. The Asgardians—specifically Odin—had cautioned her against attempting to undo Krypton's destruction. Reviving billions of lives would disturb the balance of the universe, potentially triggering the Life Equation itself.
"Changing that fate might unravel everything," Kara whispered to herself. It was a painful truth: Krypton's fall was inevitable, and altering its fate would ripple through the multiverse in unforeseen ways.
Frustrated, her eyes glowed red—not with heat vision, but with fiery indignation. Whoever orchestrated Krypton's demise would pay if she ever discovered their identity.
With a heavy heart, Kara turned back toward her adoptive home. As she approached her room, she noticed her previously opened window was now closed.
With a soft click, she opened it and peeked inside, only to be greeted by Martha Kent's concerned face.
"Where have you been?" Martha scolded, crossing her arms. "Do you know how worried I was? I've been waiting here all night!"
Caught red-handed, Kara sheepishly flew into the room and hugged her foster mother, attempting to charm her way out of trouble.
"You're 35, Kara," Martha teased, patting her back. "A bit old to be playing the 'adorable child' card."
The comment hit Kara like a lightning bolt. "Thirty-five…" she mumbled. "In five years, I'll be forty…" Her voice trailed off into existential despair.
Martha chuckled, kissed her forehead, and wished her goodnight. Kara, still reeling from the reminder of her age, flopped onto her bed and promptly fell asleep.
Her rest, however, was short-lived.
"Kara? Why are you here? Huh… are you asleep?"
The familiar voice stirred her. She barely registered Bruce Wayne standing by her bed before hearing Martha's voice from the hallway.
"Bruce, just use the guest room!"
Kara groaned and rolled over, too tired to care. Without thinking, she reached out and hugged a soft, warm "pillow," sinking back into her dreams with a contented sigh.
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