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May 27 2017, 10:43 PM
February 17th, 2017

Moving around the city as Supergirl without being detected is not always the easiest. Especially when you have planned a clandestine meeting with another superhero, to show them the secret backdoor to the big club house. So to speak. Most would not be able to do much with the knowledge of the location of one of the zeta tube locations, yet the reality is that there are some of those who could. They really do not want to take that chance. So caution was the key.

Supergirl stands leaning against an old, out of the way phone booth. A little cliche right? Buuuut that is kind of the point! Who would suspect something as obvious? To anyone else it is just an ordinary and functional public telephone. Yet to someone who was in the know...it is a link up, the source of a zap that takes you places. Literally.

And this is pretty exciting. Kara had been working and hanging out with Kaylee (A.K.A. Gemstone) for a bit now and she is ecstatic to see her officially added to the Team and their little superhero family. The more the merrier, in the Kryptonian teen’s opinion. Not only will everyone else be gaining a friend and a sister in arms, but Kara will feel a whole lot better, too, when Kaylee has others watching her back.

That is not meant as an insult or a testament to her lack of confidence in her friend’s abilities. Kaylee is doing great in the field here in Metropolis. And it is good to have faith in yourself to handle yourself on your own. Still, a safety net in the shape of a team is nice to have as well. This is a dangerous business they are in and it is better for a hero to ask for help than to get in over their head. An alive hero is better than a dead hero.

Supergirl has had to learn this on her own, herself. Though this is not the same as the helicopter backup that her cousin tends to employ. They will be here when she needs them. And vice versa, of course!

Oh gosh, it is so exciting!

Hearing her friend’s approach, the distinct sound of her heartbeat and stride, Supergirl shoves her weight back up onto her feet. She spins around, long red cape swirling around her legs as she does. The teenage girl raises her hand height and leans onto one foot, her smile stretching from ear to ear as she waves. “Over here, Gem!” she announces, not quite shouting but loud enough to gain her companion’s attention.

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<I>January 10th, 2017</I><BR><BR>

Things had not gone quite as she had planned. It was not that Kara had not expected a challenge or thinks herself above a little adversity when she is sent out to do her superhero thing. She just never anticipated to encounter Kryptonite and be reduced to being useless and sick...oh gosh she felt so sick and the feeling just lingers. And, honestly, it is intensely embarrassing. If it had not been for a little green rock, so unassuming, they would not have been stranded in the freezing mountain temperatures. Kara felt like an idiot, even if she could not have known. <BR><BR>

Thankfully Nightwing had come along when he did. With her down for the count and Artemis injured and trudging through the snow in the effort to get the Kryptonite to a safe distance, there was a great possibility that the two of them would have frozen to death. No thanks to her, she internally grumbled. He had gotten them back to the Watchtower where they could get much needed medical attention. They would have to figure out who their flying buddies were and who exactly had been after the rock, though the blonde is sure she is not the one for that job.<BR><BR>

It took a couple hours and a yellow sunlight lamp until the Kryptonite eased from her system and her accelerated healing began to do its job. She still felt her stomach tight with queasiness, just one jar away from full blown nausea, but Kara did not feel as though she were at death's door anymore. Soon after that she was able to be up and moving again and was cleared to leave after she gave her report. There was just one thing she had to do before all that.<BR><BR>

Kara was directed to Artemis' room and she walks in, raising her hand into the air to simulate knocking on a door. "Knock, knock. Anyone home?" she asks with a smile. She looks a little pale and tired, but she is not passed out which is a very big improvement from their first encounter. "I wanted to come check on you, to see how you are doing," she admits, shifting her weight onto one foot, looking away and rubbing her arm.<BR><BR>

All in all, she looks rather sheepish, even ashamed. The woman in front of her is in this state because she could not keep a damned plane from falling out of the sky. Her cousin probably could have done it. Heck, anyone could have probably done a better job and not muffed up half as bad as she did. This sucks, she sucks...so how will anyone ever trust her to go on another mission again?




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<I>December 11th, 2016</I><BR><BR>

She was supposed to be meeting someone this evening as just plain Kara Kent and they were supposed to be doing some Christmas shopping together. Yet a young heroine cannot seem to catch a break and villainy is not about to take a day off for holidays, nor for her plans. Typical. And rude. It was while she was waiting for her friend that she heard it, a plaintive call of distress that she could not in good conscience ignore. So now she is, instead, suspended upon nothing far about the city in her Supergirl garb, the city lights below her and the frigid December air like a cool breeze on her Kryptonian flesh, pulling at her skirt and billowing in her red cape. <BR><BR>

She hears the voice again in the all but abandoned for the night business district, but it is not the same. It is garbled and weak and Kara just hopes she is not too late. Directing herself towards the sound, she flies speedily through the air with the wind in her hair and tugging at her cape, feeling the pull of it around her neck. It is a robotics facility for research and development of said technology. A second story window is open and smoke is beginning to billow out from within, the glass aglow with the flicker of flames, and the crackle of a growing inferno is in the air.<BR><BR>

Alarmed by this and fearing for the life she had come here to save, she goes in through the window without hesitation. The darkness of the lab is fought by the hues of orange and red and yellow as its light dances off the surfaces in the room, casting them in hot luminosity or throwing sputtering shadow. The flames are growing exponentially, the snapping quickly becoming a roar. Supergirl hovers over the surface of the floor, the tiles beginning to crack in the heat. "Hello?!"<BR><BR>

An x-ray scan of the building shows that the only people left in the building (besides herself) are the two in the room with her. She rushes with a gasp to the one whose body lays in a heap on the floor. Her ears already tell her the truth - the man is dead - but her unbelieving, trembling hands reach to search for a pulse on his blood covered neck. "No..." she breathes. She was too late! And his murderer...is heading for the open window...<BR><BR>

Kara turns into a brief blur as she cross the burning room in pursuit. Her strong hands enclose around the shoulders of the taller person, male judging by his build. With a whirl she slams him back against the outer wall, easily lifting his feet off the ground and holding him effortless regardless of any struggles to get away, fingers clenching with potentially bruising force. "You killed him!" She is making no blind assumptions, she can smell the man's blood on him, and although the words come out as a veritable snarl there is a crack of emotion in her voice.<BR><BR>

She is angry, so angry, and her eyes glow red with the wrath of heat vision. "You're not going anywhere. You're giong to pay for the life you took!" The flames consume behind her, casting her form in a silhouette.


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<I>October 26th, 2016</I> <BR><BR>

Kara sits cross-legged up on a ledge in the dark, dank Batcave, her hands resting on her knees with her palms facing up and fingers relaxed. Eyes closed, the blonde girl tries to focus on her breathing and ignore the urge to continue changing position, struggling to keep completely still as she tries to find her center. Kara is still not entirely sure she understands what that even means, but she is sort of hoping that it will be a 'know it when you sit it', that it will become easier from there. Right now it just feels as if she is sitting still and silent in a dark, dark cave - not exactly enlightening. Still, she is trying. Sometimes it might not seem like she is but it is true. Kara wants to succeed not just for herself but also for those that have been so good to her. She does not want to disappoint the people that have been caring for her, working so hard to help her get used to this world and these strange new powers - Bruce, the notorious Batman, included. <BR><BR>

Bruce had to depart to take care of something important, but had left her by herself to practice her meditation given she does not touch anything. Kara thinks she can do that; how much damage can she do while she is doing her statue impression as she calls it. She is not sure how long the man has been gone, she did not try to count the second or minutes (maybe hours) that have passed but it certainly feels like it as been forever since she was left alone. The new heroine has turned her attention to a specific drip nearby, though she could pick any drip that she wanted in the whole cavern, furrowing her brow and trying to concentrate all the more. It does her no good, starting a chain reaction that ends with her tense and her mind drifting elsewhere in a crazy rush. Kara just really, really wanted to figure this thing out even if to get Bruce off her back a little bit about it. <BR><BR>

Kara's eyes snap open suddenly and she sits straight up from where she had begun to hunch tightly over as if the physical effort would have any effect. The entrance to Bruce's home (in contrast to the home of the Batman, the cave) had opened up and someone is coming down the stairs. They are not bothering to hide their approach which leads her to assume that they belong here, but the steps are lighter than Bruce's so whoever it is is smaller than her instructor. Her meditation forgotten in favor of satisfying her curiosity, she floats upward until she has room to unfold her legs and then lightly hopping the twenty or so feet down to the cavern floor. <BR><BR>

She drifts up off the ground so that her sneaker-clad feet no longer touch, knees bent slightly as she moves silently. Kara crosses her arms behind her back and peeks around the corner to see a young woman at Bruce's computer. Her head tips to the side, big blue eyes blinking owlishly as she watches her for a few more seconds before gliding up behind him. Without announcing her presence she leans over her shoulder slightly to peer at whatever it is that she had set herself to working on. "Whatcha doing? Working on something important?" she asks with a smile on her face and in her voice. Reaching up she tucks some stray hair that had fallen from the clip behind her ear. She does not recognize the young woman, but she highly doubts she does not belong here; she is confident that very few people are capable of infiltrating the Batcave.
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Kara’s day at school had not really been a pleasant one, at all. No matter how hard she tried to concentrate on tuning out the rest of the school, the whisperings across the classrooms had gotten to her. The teachers seemed to have it out for her too, calling on her for the questions she was unfamiliar with the answers to while everyone giggled at the floundering mess she made. To top it all off, her favorite t-shirt is ruined after a girl ‘accidentally’ ran into her at lunch, shoving her tray of spaghetti straight into her chest. Yeah, because when you bump into someone you make it a point to smear the topside of the tray across your incidental victim. Kara had rushed out of the cafeteria in tears; the shirt is tossed to the side in her bedroom covered in a large tomato sauce stains. <BR><BR>

So although it is not exactly fair, Metropolis’ bad guys are getting the brunt of her frustrations taken out on them today. As soon as she had gotten home she ‘changed’ into her armor and left to patrol the city without waiting for her cousin Kal to get home. Knowing him he would be late anyway. High above the hustle and bustle of the world below she can think while feeling the cool atmosphere against her skin and the wind in her hair, tugging at her cape. As Supergirl she feels confident, safe, invincible; as Supergirl she can pretend that her heart is as bulletproof as the rest of her, that it cannot be harmed by hurtful words or actions. <BR><BR>

Bruce is always telling her that in order to control her powers she first needs to control herself. So the Kryptonian girl bites back her tears and clenches her jaw, trying to control the feelings that mount inside as she breathes deeply and focuses. Her efforts are to little avail. The rest of today has not disappeared just because she wants it to and the moment her concentration slips it all comes crashing back down. The biting words and the jeering laughter sound out in her head. The look the teachers gave her or the mocking smile the other girl wore as she pressed the lunch tray to her play out behind her eyes. And her hands clench into white knuckle fists as she shakes with anger and sadness. <BR><BR>

It is probably not the best time for the interruption of the rapid trill of a bank alarm, followed by gunshots and the squealing of tires. The alarm had alerted the police at the nearest station of the trouble but she knows she can get there much faster. Turning her head in that direction, she uses her telescopic vision to see across the city. The getaway car is driving recklessly through traffic, endangering drivers and pedestrians alike. And soon the police officers themselves would be involved only compounding the danger. She is not hampered by the need to maneuver the streets in order to catch up (not that it would slow her up that much) but she beelines straight over the tops of the buildings. <BR><BR>

She barely feels the butterflies fluttering angrily in her belly as she gets lowers her altitude and gets slightly ahead of the vehicle. Supergirl drops feet first like a stone, the air whistling past her in her ears and the sound of her cape fluttering up above her. Landing on the nose of the crooks’ car just right it halts immediately, airbags deploying as the men snap forward, the fellow in the back flying into the front seat. It Then proceeds to flip up and over her head – with a little help – to land with the crunch of metal and shattering of glass on its hood. <BR><BR>

The blonde walks calmly towards the upturned vehicle, broken glass crunching beneath her boots; she can hear the men groaning softly in pain and the sharp, metallic smell of blood tinges the air. Leaning over to look into the car, hair draping like golden falls towards the asphalt, she smiles at them and gives a short wave. “Good afternoon, gentlemen. You have been in a car accident...” The driver interjects with a murmur through gritted teeth with, “No shit...you crazy b-...” Kara glares, her eyes turning from blue to a glowing red, the man shutting up. “Go ahead…what were you going to call me?”

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