In the bustling city of Metropolis, a dark alleyway serves as the stage for a troubling encounter. A mugger, his face obscured by a tattered hood, confronts a woman, his voice laced with menace.
"Hand over your money, lady," the mugger demands, his grip tightening around a rusty knife.
The woman, her heart pounding, reaches into her purse, her trembling fingers fumbling for her wallet. Tears sting her eyes as she complies, praying for a way out of this situation.
In the dimly lit alleyway, the mugger grows impatient, his voice laced with irritation.
"Hurry up, lady! I ain't got all day!"
Suddenly, a girl's voice echoes from behind them.
"Hey, you! Leave her alone!"
The mugger and the woman turn to see a girl with long blonde hair, a blurred long-sleeved shirt bearing an S symbol on her chest, and a red skirt and cape. Her stance is resolute, her expression determined.
The mugger eyes the girl warily, his grip tightening on the knife. "Mind your own business, kid. This ain't got nothin' to do with you."
The mugger thought Superman had arrived when he saw the S on her chest, but realized it was just a girl. The mugger thought it was just a naive girl in a costume and threatened Kara.
"You think you're some kind of hero, kid?" the mugger sneered, his grip tightening on the knife. "This ain't no comic book. Get lost before you get hurt."
Kara was unfazed. She walked toward the mugger, her expression unwavering.
The mugger, growing increasingly agitated, raised the knife and snarled, "I warned you, kid!" He lashed out, swiping the blade towards Kara.
Kara stood her ground as the knife approached, and to the mugger's shock, the blade crumpled against her skin, clattering to the ground. The mugger stared in disbelief, his eyes wide with fear.
Seizing the opportunity, Kara reached out and grabbed the mugger's wrist. In her panic, she accidentally applied too much force, and the sound of bones cracking echoed through the alley.
The mugger's scream of pain pierced the air as he dropped to his knees, cradling his shattered wrist. He looked up at Kara, his face contorted with agony and terror.
"What are you?" he gasped, his voice trembling.
Kara stood tall, her voice firm as she declared, "Call me Supergirl." With a swift motion, she knocked the mugger against the wall, and he slumped to the ground, unconscious.
Turning her attention to the woman, Supergirl asked, "Are you alright?"
The woman, still shaken, nodded gratefully. "Yes, thanks to you. I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't intervened."
Supergirl offered a reassuring smile. "It's all in a day's work. I'm just glad I could help."
The woman smiled back, her eyes shining with relief and gratitude. "Thank you, Supergirl. I don't know how to repay you."
"No need," Supergirl replied. "Just stay safe."
With a final nod, the woman hurried out of the alley, casting one last thankful glance over her shoulder at the young hero.
Supergirl watched her go, a sense of pride swelling in her chest. She had made a difference, and that was all that mattered.
Kara notices a shadow coming from behind her, and turns to see Superman, her cousin floating above her. "H-Hey cousin."
Superman sighs looking at his cousin, Kara like a parent caught their child doing something naughty. "Kara, what are you doing?"
"You know, helping the people. Just like you." Kara replies, her voice tinged with excitement.
Superman's expression turns serious as he lands beside her. "Kara, I understand you want to help, but the life of a superhero is incredibly dangerous. I can't bear the thought of you getting hurt."
Kara's brow furrows, her determination unwavering. "I can take care of myself, Kal-el. I have powers just like you. I want to make a difference, to be a hero like you."
Superman reaches out, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I know, Kara. But you're still learning, and the world out there is full of threats I can barely handle myself. I just don't want to see you get in over your head."
Kara looks up at him, her eyes pleading. "Please, Kal-el. Let me prove myself. I won't let you down, I promise."
Superman's gaze softens, and he lets out a resigned sigh. "I can't stop you, can I?" He shakes his head, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Just promise me you'll be careful, and you'll come to me if you need help."
Kara's face lights up, and she nods eagerly. "I promise, Kal-el. Thank you!"
With that, Kara takes to the sky, her red cape billowing behind her as she flies off, leaving Superman to watch over her with a mixture of pride and concern.
Kara, seated in her room at the Kent farm, stares at her phone, her finger hovering over the call button. She had been meaning to reach out to Haruka, her newfound friend, but the whirlwind of her recent superhero training had consumed her time and attention. Just as she gathers the courage to press the call button, the phone suddenly springs to life, Haruka's name flashing across the screen.
"Speak of the devil," Kara murmurs, a smile spreading across her face as she answers the call. "Haruka! It's so good to hear from you."
"Kara," Haruka's voice comes through the line, warm and familiar. "How have you been? I hope everything is going well in Metropolis."
Kara smiles as she listens to Haruka's voice on the other end of the line. "I'm doing great, Haruka. Just catching up with my cousin Clark and his family here in Metropolis." She pauses, then asks, "So how have your travels been going? You mentioned you've been to Star City and Fawcett City. Where are you headed to next?"
Haruka, seated by the train window, gazes out at the passing countryside. The rhythmic clacking of the rails is a familiar melody, one that accompanies his journey to the next city. Though his experiences in Star City and Fawcett City have been eventful, he keeps those details to himself, not wanting to burden Kara with the weight of his responsibilities as the Kamen Rider.
"My travels have been... interesting," Haruka replies, his voice calm and measured. "I'm on my way to a new city, hoping to find what I'm searching for there." He pauses, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "How about you? How have things been in Metropolis?"
Kara's lips curved into a smile as she recounted the mundane, yet cherished, moments of her life in Metropolis. She spoke of quiet evenings spent baking cookies with Martha Kent, the family's matriarch, and how the sweet aroma would fill the farmhouse. Kara also described her trips to the local farmer's market, where she delighted in browsing the colorful stalls and chatting with the friendly vendors. On weekends, she would join Clark and his parents for leisurely hikes through the countryside, marveling at the beauty of nature that contrasted with the towering skyscrapers of the city. These simple pleasures grounded Kara, reminding her that even with her extraordinary abilities, there was comfort in the routine of everyday life.
Haruka was glad to hear that Kara was doing well back in Metropolis. He could sense the happiness in her voice as she recounted the simple joys of her daily life. The contrast between Kara's idyllic existence and Haruka's own journey as the Kamen Rider was stark, but he couldn't help but feel a pang of envy at the normalcy she enjoyed.
"It sounds like you're really thriving there, Kara," Haruka said, his tone warm. "I'm happy for you."
Kara's laughter filtered through the phone line, and Haruka couldn't help but smile. "I am, Haruka. But I miss our chats and your adventures. Once school starts again, we should promise to tell each other more stories. I want to hear all about your travels."
Haruka nodded, even though Kara couldn't see him. "Definitely. I'd love that. We should call each other more often, just to check in and see how we're both doing."
"It's a deal!" Kara replied, her voice brimming with enthusiasm. "I'll talk to you soon, Haruka. Take care of yourself out there, okay?"
"I will, Kara. You too. Goodbye for now."
With that, the call ended, and Haruka leaned back in his seat, feeling a sense of contentment. Though his journey as the Kamen Rider was far from over, the thought of staying connected with Kara brought him a measure of comfort.
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