Supergirl: Strange New World (DC Comics)

[Gowonzu]

Kara Zor-El was meant to arrive on Earth as a protector, a guide to her baby cousin Kal-El. Instead, a cosmic accident left her stranded in stasis, delaying her arrival by decades. Now, she's here, on an alien planet where her cousin has already grown into the world's greatest hero, where everything from the language to the culture feels impossibly foreign, and where she, a trained scientist of Krypton, is expected to follow in her cousin's footsteps and protect the planet.

This is a story that follows Kara's journey as she navigates the chaos of human society, struggling with idioms that make no sense, bizarre social customs, and the ever-present confusion of being an alien on Earth.

 

[Gowonzu]

The air still smelled of burning rubber and spilled gasoline. Flashing red and blue lights painted the city streets as paramedics tended to shaken survivors. What should have been a devastating crash, a pile-up involving a jackknifed truck and three cars, had miraculously ended with zero fatalities.

Because of her.

The young woman in blue and red stood awkwardly at the edge of the scene, shifting on her feet as people stole glances her way. Whispers spread through the small crowd.

"Did you see her lift that truck?"
"She's got the Superman symbol!"
"Is she his sister? His daughter?"
"Supergirl…"

Kara Zor-El ignored them, eyes downcast as she fiddled with the sleeves of her suit. It was the same outfit she had worn the day she arrived on Earth, the last parting gift from her father and a relic of her lost homeworld. It was made specifically for her, fit to her measurements, dyed in the colours of her family and adorned with the symbol of her Kryptonian House.

Back home, she would've worn it with pride. Did wear it with pride. It was customary for all citizens to wear the colours of their houses. But here, on Earth, it served as a reminder of just how alien she was.

The culture was different. The fashion was different. People on earth didn't dress as brightly, most of them anyway. The designs were more varied, less tailored to the wearer, and interchangeable. It felt like humans could own a hundred different outfits without repeating a single one. Yet at the same time, there were unspoken rules for how you were supposed to dress.

No one wore capes. That was reserved for the meta-human class apparently and it made Kara stick out before she even learned to fly. And while the cape caught her some odd looks, it didn't seem to break any social taboos. Unlike her unitard...

The suit left the majority of her thighs exposed. Kara had never considered her outfit as risqué in any sense of the word, it was the style worn by every member of the Science Guild. All genders in the guild wore this style of suit. But here on Earth, it was yet another cultural taboo.

It confused her to no end. Humans wore similar attire when swimming, yet when worn on land seemed to provoke a negative reaction from most. It also seemed to be considered as an effeminate attire, but seeing as she was a woman, there shouldn't be a problem, right?

Yet here she was. Feeling self-conscious in an outfit that had once been so normal for her.

However, the biggest cultural difference when it came to wearing her Kryptonian suit, wasn't the colour, the cape or the lack of conformity to human fashion. No, the biggest taboo was the symbol of her family.

On Krypton, the House of El was a respected and honoured family. But also one of many respected and honoured families. People in certain circles occasionally treated her with undue respect simply because of her family name, the rest of the population simply thought of her family as a group of respectable scientists, nothing more.

Here on Earth though, her house had a far different reputation.

The people looked at Kara with awe, wonder and hope in their eyes. They stared at her like she was the living embodiment of Rao himself. Bestowing her with a name and a title, that she didn't want or feel worthy of.

Supergirl.

She'd only been on Earth for a handful of weeks and had done little more than fly around some cities with her cousin. This was the first time she'd had to put her powers to good use. And, if she was being honest, she was a bit scared.

It had all happened so fast. Kal was giving her another joint language and flying lesson when his communication device beeped. Something about a league emergency. He apologised and took off in the blink of an eye, leaving her to find a way back to Smallville. However, Kara got lost.

She was still learning the layout of the planet and where each continent was located. She'd managed to work out where America was, and after a brief flight across the coastline, found her way to Metropolis. From there, she knew the direction back and would've gotten back to the farm safely had a truck not veered off the road of a very busy highway.

Without a second thought, she'd reacted. Using the powers that were still as foreign to her as they were to the humans she'd saved. Perhaps more so, considering the city.

Now, here she was, standing at the edge of the scene, unsure what to do with herself.

It wasn't her first time in the city, she'd watched Kal help several people here. But it was her first time being here alone and on the ground. People kept staring at her, taking pictures with their communicators and whispering. She felt completely out of place.

She hadn't wanted to talk to anyone. Not yet. She was still trying to get the hang of speaking English. Her Kryptonian accent was thick and she had noticed that people often found it difficult to understand her. The humans in Smallville were polite and patient enough, especially the Kents, who were doing everything they could to help her adjust. But here, in a big city, and after her first rescue, she felt overwhelmed.

The people she saved offered their thanks. Some of them spoke too fast for her to understand. Then came the authorities, who attempted to question her about the incident. The man who first approached her started asking her questions, but his accent was odd compared to those she had encountered in Smallville and he kept using words she didn't understand.

It took some time to realise they were asking her to turn the truck over and open up traffic. Something Kara felt stupid for not realising sooner. She was grateful when the authority man gave her a thumbs up, a gesture that coincidentally meant the same thing back on Krypton.

Kara was also grateful that the authorities kept the local populace back. It was difficult enough to make herself understood. The thought of trying to answer the barrage of questions people had about her was overwhelming.

That didn't appear to stop one woman from approaching. Kara was unsure if the woman worked with the authorities or not, she wasn't wearing a uniform. She moved with sharp confidence, pressing forward like she belonged anywhere she set foot and didn't seem the type to take no for an answer.

"Hey there," The woman greeted smoothly, flashing a laminated badge that Kara couldn't read. "Lois Lane, Daily Planet."

Kara straightened at the name. Kal had mentioned her. Kal lived a human life, with a human name. And most other humans didn't know about his alter-ego. Kara didn't know how much this Lois woman knew about her cousin, or her for that matter, but she did know that Lois was one of the few people he trusted. But still… talking was hard.

Lois, noting the girl's hesitation, softened her approach. "I'm not here to interrogate you. I just want to ask a few questions."

Kara wasn't sure what a terror gate was, but it sounded bad. She nodded, trying not to appear as anxious as she felt. Lois gestured vaguely at the red-and-yellow crest on Kara's chest.

"So, it's pretty obvious by now that you bear some relation to Superman," Lois started gently. "We've seen you flying with him for the last couple of days. However, he's been vague on the details. Tell me, in your own words. Who are you? And what exactly is your relation to Superman?"

Kara exhaled. She could do this. English. Small words. No nervous babbling.

She lifted her chin. "I am Kara Zor-El. I am…" She paused, searching for the right phrase. "Kal-El's... uh. Cousin?" The Kents had used the word a few times.

Lois's pen scratched across her notepad. "Superman's cousin? I see. Fascinating. From Krypton I assume?"

The word caught her off guard. A small stab of pain twisted in her chest. Kara blinked it away before she could dwell on it.

"Yes," She said, betraying none of her inner turmoil.

"According to Superman, his home planet was destroyed over thirty years ago?" Lois went on, looking at her curiously. "How is it that you've only just arrived? Is there a chance the destruction of Krypton was less... total than he was led to believe? And are more of you on the way?"

Kara's mind flashed with images. A red sun rising above a devastated wasteland. An empty sky filled with the dying cries of her people. Her home, her world, reduced to rubble.

She shook her head. Focusing on translating the question.

"No," Kara said sombrely. "No more Krypton. Only us..." Lois gave her a sympathetic look, with a small twinge of guilt. Kara was grateful for the silence that followed. "And uh," Kara went on, eager to change the subject. "My ship get caught in a... a? Um?..." Her hands gestured aimlessly, struggling for the word, then pointed up into the sky.

Lois followed her hand. "A cloud?"

"Yes!" Kara brightened, nodding enthusiastically. "A cloud. In space, hold ship. Slow down very much. I land only recently."

"Right," Lois said, jotting down a note. "That must be why we haven't seen you until now. So, you grew up on Kypt-" She cut herself off, catching the flinch in Kara's expression. "-uh. Never mind, we don't have to talk about that," She flipped through her notepad, looking for a safer topic. "What can you tell me about the scene that happened here? Is this your debut as Supergirl? Can we expect more heroics in the future?"

"Heroic?" Kara's brow creased, unsure of the word. She shook her head. "I'm not... Hero? I close by. So I help. Stop people hurting."

"Sound's pretty heroic to me," Lois said, tapping her pen. "Glad to know that being a big blue boy scout, or girl scout as the case may be, is a family trait. I'm sure the citizens of Metropolis will be glad to know that we're in good hands."

"Girl scout?" Kara asked, confused.

At that, Lois arched an eyebrow and gave the girl a once-over. "Actually, speaking on which. You look young. Like, really young. Not a kid, but... How old are you?"

Kara could see the slight judgement in the reporter's expression and suddenly felt self-conscious again. She shifted nervously, feeling the need to defend herself. She wasn't a child, despite what Kal and the Kent's thought. She was an adult. The suit she wore proved it.

Only upon reaching adulthood would a Kryptonian receive their suit and be allowed to wear the sigil of their house. And while Kara was young, only a few months into her adulthood before Krypton's destruction, she could proudly state she was the mature age of-

"Twelve!" Kara declared, puffing up her chest with pride.

Lois froze. The pen stopped moving. A beat of silence stretched between them.

"I'm sorry, what?" Lois's eyebrows lifted in disbelief.

"I am twelve!" Kara repeated, nodding proudly.

Lois blinked. Then blinked again. Then looked over at the totalled cars, at the girl who had ripped open doors with her bare hands, lifted a whole truck, and carried two injured people at once without breaking a sweat, and then looked back at Kara, who was still standing tall with pride.

A paramedic nearby audibly choked. Someone else whispered, "Oh my God, a child just bench-pressed a semi."

Kara's defiant pride faltered slightly at the stunned look on the woman's face. She'd just broken another cultural taboo, hadn't she?

Lois's mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again. "You're twelve years old?" She gestured back to Kara's body, the height alone being an argument. "Do Kryptonians age differently or something? I would've guessed you were closer to twenty."

Kara wasn't sure if she was being insulted or not. She didn't look Twenty! She was younger than the reporter and Lois didn't look a day over seventeen-

"Ah," Kara said, realising her mistake. "Sorry. I still learning human language. Earth maths is... different," Kara waved a hand, trying to find the word. "Different counting?"

Lois pondered it for a moment, confused at first, then slowly understanding. "Right. You mean twelve in Kryptonian years, not Earth years."

"Yes." Kara nodded, relieved. "Earth years small. Krypton years big."

Lois's pen was at work again. "Interesting. So, any idea how old you are in Earth years?"

Kara tilted her head, thinking. There were several conversions she had to do in her head. Her brain wasn't quite used to Earth's math. Seconds were the same, but minutes, hours, days, weeks, months and years were completely different. And then there was the fact that humans didn't even have tridents, which was a measurement that sat between hours and days.

Sixty-four seconds to a minute, sixty-four minutes to an hour, six hours to a trident, three tridents to a day, four days to a week, eight weeks to a month, seventeen months and two days to a year, excluding leap years every five years. Converting to human measurements would be faster if she had her old computer, but a quick calculation and a bit of estimation would be enough.

"Nineteen," She answered. Pausing briefly before waving her hand around. Eighteen to nineteen. Close enough.

"That makes more sense," Lois said, nodding as she wrote. "Still a little on the young side, but better. We've had teens with powers before, so the public will accept it easier."

"Teen?" Kara asked.

"Someone between the ages of thirteen and eighteen," Lois explained, tapping her pen against her chin. "Not a child, but not quite an adult."

Kara wasn't sure she approved of that. Human culture was confusing. You were either a child or an adult, why did they have a middle ground?

"So," Lois continued. "If you're twelve, how old is Superman?" Lois smirked like she was setting up a trap.

Kara did another quick calculation. It was easier now that she'd already done it once.

"Seventeen?" Kara frowned. It still felt weird to her, knowing that her younger cousin was actually older now. "But Kal was just baby when I left. So Wait. Maybe that make me... Twenty-nine?..." Her frown doubled down. She wasn't sure if she should count her chronological age or just her biological age. Space travel was confusing. "No, no. Too confusing. I am twelve. And half. Or uh. Nineteen. Yes."

Lois chuckled, shaking her head. "Yeah, that does sound a little confusing." She clicked her pen closed, offering Kara a reassuring smile. "Well, I appreciate you taking the time to talk to me. I can tell you're still adjusting, so I won't keep you much longer." She tucked her notepad away and gave Kara a considering look. "But I'd love to sit down for a real interview once you're more settled in. The people of Metropolis are going to have a lot of questions about their new hero."

Kara shifted on her feet, uncertain. "Hero? I don't know…" She glanced at the people still gathered near the wreckage, some still staring at her in awe. "I… help, but…"

Lois nodded, as if she understood. "Well, if you ever want to talk, about that or anything else, just find me at the Daily Planet. Or, y'know, you could just land on my balcony. Superman does it all the time."

Kara managed a small smile at that. "Kal said you are… nice lady."

Lois smirked. "Did he now? I'll have to remind him of that next time he gives me a hard time."

Kara gave her a small nod, then glanced up at the sky, ready to leave. The attention was starting to overwhelm her again, and the conversation had taken more energy than she expected. Without another word, she lifted off the ground, rising effortlessly above the street. A few people gasped and pointed, but Kara barely noticed as she took off into the sky.

A few minutes later, she found Kal hovering above the Metropolis skyline, arms crossed as he watched the city below. He turned at the sound of her approach, offering a small, apologetic smile. "Hey. Sorry about earlier. There was a League situation."

Kara nodded, landing beside him. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah. Just one of those 'minor nuclear reactor meltdown' things," He said lightly, but his expression was tired. Then his eyes flicked over her curiously. "What about you? You get into anything while I was gone?"

Kara thought about the accident, the rescue, and the strange but kind woman with the notepad. She thought about how people had looked at her, whispered about her, given her a name she wasn't sure she wanted.

She exhaled and gave Kal a small, thoughtful smile.

"I had a nice conversation."

 

[Gowonzu]

The sky burned as Kara plummeted toward Earth, her escape pod a streak of fire and fury. The impact sent a shockwave through the frozen tundra, ice and snow erupting into the air. She gasped, stumbling from the wreckage, her limbs aching, her breath ragged. The world around her was alien, harsh, cold and filled with voices barking in a language she didn't recognise.

Disoriented, her mind reeled. Krypton was gone. Just hours ago, she had seen the planet erupt in a cataclysm of fire. Her mother's voice, telling her to find Kal-El, still echoed in her ears. And now, this? This strange, grey sky, this unfamiliar ground?

Bipedal aliens circled her, Kryptonian in shape but clad in uniforms she didn't recognise. Their shouts turned to alarm as she rose to her feet, stronger, faster than before. Her senses sharpened unnaturally. Heat pulsed behind her eyes. One man stepped too close, raising something, a weapon? She reacted instinctively, shoving him back with more force than intended. He flew several feet through the air, crashing into the snow.

Then, a figure descended from the sky.

The mere fact that a man was flying would've been enough to give Kara pause. But that was only the second most shocking thing about him. He was tall, clad in blue and red, bearing the symbol of the House of El on his chest. Her house. Kryptonian.

Kara blinked. It couldn't be.

"Kal-El?" She asked out in disbelief. The man reacted to the name, eyes widening before a smile broke over his features.

"Zdrast-vuy-tye. Ya…" He said, in broken Kryptonian. "I mean- You. Are safe. With me." His words eventually matched an approximation of Kryptonian. However, it sounded stiff, unfamiliar and unnatural. It came slowly, as though retrieved from old memory banks. "You must be Kara?"

Kara nodded. A moment later, he was embracing her.

"My- cousin," He continued, struggling to find the right words. "You have no idea how happy I am to see you."

She stared at him, her heart pounding. This was Kal-El? Her baby cousin, the one she was meant to protect? But he was grown, a fully grown man. It didn't make sense. Also, he could fly?

"I- I don't understand." She shook her head.

"It's okay." He smiled a warm, genuine smile. "It's okay. I'll explain everything," He broke the hug, floating a few inches above the ground, before reaching out his hand. "But first, we need to get you away from here."

She took it, and he pulled her upwards into the sky.

Away from the snow and ice, a new world emerged. So many new sounds and smells, colours, sensations. It was overwhelming. Kal-El explained the power of the Earth's yellow sun, the gifts it had bestowed upon them. His place among humanity, his life as Superman and his childhood with a human family.

His friends, a league of justice, identified Kara's ship several days ago and traced her journey from Krypton. Kal-El's appearance was not by chance. They predicted her trajectory, to a sizable probability, and sent him out to find her.

As they soared above the clouds, Kara's mind swam with the sheer impossibility of it all. The weightlessness, the wind rushing past her, the distant glow of city lights, everything was new, strange, exhilarating.

But beneath the awe, something dark and heavy stirred.

Kara's hands trembled as she clung to Kal-El's, her cousin, yet not the child she had been sent to protect. He was a man now, a legend among these people, while she had just left Krypton behind. The memories were still raw, the fire, the screams, her mother's face as she was cast into the void.

Time had betrayed her. Krypton was gone. Her family, her friends. Everything she had ever known. And yet, the universe kept turning. Kal-El had lived an entire lifetime without her, while she was trapped in the past, still reeling from a loss he had already accepted.

The weight of it all crushed her. She swallowed hard, her voice barely a whisper. "Everything is gone."

Kal-El's grip tightened, steady and warm. "Not everything."

Before she could respond, he shifted their course, the wind rushing past as he carried her toward something unseen.

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The Fortress of Solitude was breathtaking.

Crystalline structures rose like frozen waterfalls, glimmering under ethereal light. Kara stepped inside, the air crisp and humming with an energy she recognised. Kryptonian technology. Remnants of her past. It was the first thing that had felt remotely like home.

Kal-El led her to a quiet space where he had prepared something. A meal. On the table rested plants she recognised, fruits and grains cultivated from Krypton's lost flora, carefully grown in this artificial sanctuary.

Kara hesitated before taking a bite. The taste was… off. Familiar, but not quite right. Kal-El watched her, hopeful. She swallowed, looking at him curiously. "What is this supposed to be?"

His face fell slightly. "A traditional Kryptonian meal? At least, I think so. I never really got to eat Kryptonian food. So all I have to go off is a recipe I found. It's the only one that matches the edible plants I've recovered."

A strange, sad smile crossed her lips.

Kal-El nodded, accepting his error. "Everything I know about Krypton comes from data archives and holograms. Including what I know about you." He hesitated, glancing at the meal. "Did I get it wrong?"

Kara laughed softly, it was broken and shaky, but the smile was no less genuine. "The ingredients are right, but the dish is all wrong."

Kal-El chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. "Well, I tried."

The moment was small, but it meant something. Despite the vast time and space that separated them, they were family. They had each other.

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The days passed in a strange blur. Kal-El couldn't stay with her every moment. He had a life, responsibilities, and a world that needed him. She understood, but the solitude weighed on her.

Left alone in the vast, frozen sanctuary, Kara absorbed the loss and processed what she could. The Fortress became a strange comfort, its cold halls and Kryptonian echoes a fragile tether to her past. She spent hours wandering its crystalline corridors, memorising every detail, immersing herself in the remnants of her lost home. But even as the Fortress offered solace, it also reminded her of what was gone, and the vast, unfamiliar world outside loomed, daunting but inevitable.

Kara tested the limits of her new body in small, uncertain ways. She didn't train for combat. She wasn't a fighter, never had been. But the power was there, thrumming beneath her skin, waiting. It scared her as much as it taunted her.

She moved too fast without meaning to, shattering the crystal beneath her feet. She reached for something fragile, only to watch it break in her hands. Her own breath came too sharp, her own heartbeat too loud. And the worst was the heat behind her eyes. Building, aching, as if something terrible was waiting to be unleashed.

She hated it.

Back on Krypton, she had been normal. Just a girl. Now, she was this. A being of impossible strength, stranded on a world that wasn't hers. Every moment felt like standing at the edge of a cliff, wind howling, the drop endless.

Kal-El promised it would get easier. That she would learn. That she would control it.

But Kara wasn't so sure.

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The lessons started simply. Words, then sentences. Kal-El spoke slowly, patiently, correcting her accent when needed. English felt strange on her tongue, blunt where Kryptonian was elegant, inconsistent where her native language followed precise rules.

Krypton had never needed more than one language. Long before she was born, the world government had established a single, unified speech. Any remnants of old dialects had been left to historians. The only reason a Kryptonian would learn another language was for study… or to speak to a Daxamite.

Kara frowned at the thought. Daxamites. Krypton's wayward cousins, with their arrogance and their grudge. She had never met one, but she had learned enough to know they held no love for her people. Even still, the knowledge that their home had shared the same fate as her own world had been hard to accept.

She repeated the words Kal-El gave her, pushing the thoughts away. If she was going to survive here, she had to learn. To adapt. Even if it felt like losing one more piece of the life she once knew.

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Kara had been free to leave the Fortress whenever she wanted. Kal-El had made that clear early on. He trusted her and believed she could handle herself. But trust wasn't the issue.

It took two weeks before she finally stepped beyond its frozen walls.

Flying was easier than she expected. The wind, the movement, the sky stretching infinitely around her. It should have been terrifying, but it wasn't. Not quite. She followed Kal-El across the planet, listening as he pointed out key landmarks, weaving together the story of this world. Its wars, its triumphs, its fragile, stubborn hope.

And he believed in them. Humanity. He spoke of them the way Kryptonians once spoke of their civilisation. With pride, with faith in their potential. It was strange, hearing him talk about a species so unlike them with such devotion.

Then came Metropolis. His home.

She hovered high above it, unwilling to get too close. The city pulsed with life, too loud, too much. She wasn't ready. Not yet. Below, a building burned. Fire and smoke curled into the sky. People ran, shouting, panicking. And then, Superman was there.

She watched as he moved effortlessly, guiding civilians to safety, dousing flames, steady and sure. They reached for him, eyes filled with trust, gratitude. Love.

Kara pulled back, retreating higher into the clouds. This wasn't her world. Not yet. Maybe not ever.

Kal-El found her there, quiet in the cold air above the city. He didn't ask why she had fled. He only smiled, as if he understood, and gestured for her to follow.

They flew together, leaving the city lights behind, trading steel and glass for endless stretches of green and gold. The air changed, growing softer, touched with the scent of earth and growing things. Below them, the land was open, rolling fields stretching toward a horizon kissed by the setting sun.

Smallville.

The name felt strange on her tongue when Kal-El spoke it, but the town itself was stranger still. It was nothing like Krypton, nor like the cold solitude of the Fortress. The buildings were small, scattered, without the precise symmetry she was used to. Everything felt… warm. Lived in. The world here did not move with efficiency but with ease.

And then there were them. The first humans she had seen up close since her crash.

Martha and Jonathan Kent greeted her with smiles, their voices gentle and welcoming. The language barrier loomed between them, her English still broken and uncertain, but they didn't seem to mind. Martha touched her arm lightly, guiding her inside, speaking in a tone that reminded Kara of…

Her mother.

The thought nearly made her recoil, but the Kents were patient. They didn't push. They simply were. Kind. Inviting. Treating her like family.

For the first time since arriving on this world, Kara didn't feel like an intruder.

She sat stiffly at the wooden table, her hands folded in her lap. The house smelled of something sweet, something rich. Jonathan set a plate in front of her, the scent curling into her nose.

Martha smiled as she placed a fork beside it. "Apple pie," She said kindly. "Go on, try it."

Kara glanced at Kal-El, uncertain. He nodded encouragingly.

Carefully, she picked up the fork, pressing it into the flaky crust. The piece she lifted was small, cautious. The moment it touched her tongue, her eyes widened. Sweet, tart, warm. So different from the precise, engineered meals of Krypton.

"Is…" She struggled for the word, her voice thick with surprise. "Good. Very… good."

Martha beamed. "I'm glad you like it."

The rest of the household took their seats, breaking into a shared family meal around her.

Kara took another bite, slower this time, savouring it. She swallowed, glancing at Jonathan, then Martha. "You… make this?"

Martha nodded. "Yes, from scratch."

Kara frowned, the phrase unfamiliar. "Scratch?"

Kal-El chuckled. "It means she made it herself. From the start." He explained in Kryptonian.

Understanding flickered in Kara's eyes as she took another bite, letting the taste settle on her tongue. The sweetness was still surprising, but not unwelcome. She thought of Kryptonian meals. Efficient, carefully balanced, every ingredient chosen for its exact nutritional value. They weren't bland, exactly, but there was little room for excess or indulgence. Every dish served a purpose.

She tapped the edge of the plate thoughtfully. "Food… here," She said, searching for the right words. "This meal? Is not… need. It is… extra?"

Jonathan chuckled, swallowing a bite of his own. "It's more than extra, I'd say. It's a part of life."

"Food brings people together," Martha added. "It's something we share, something we enjoy."

Kara considered that. Krypton had grand feasts on occasion, but even those were structured and ceremonial. This was different. Simple, unremarkable by Earth standards, but warm and comforting, like the town she was in. She found herself understanding the world a little better.

As they ate, conversation flowed around her. Kal-El helped her when she got lost in the language, translating when needed, but the Kents were patient. They asked about her, but never pried. They welcomed her, but never pushed.

When the plates were cleared, Martha rested a hand on Kara's. "You know, you're welcome to stay here," she said. "For as long as you need."

Kara blinked. "Stay?"

Jonathan nodded. "Might be nice for you to see more of Earth. Get to know it properly."

Kara hesitated. The house was warm, inviting… but so was the Fortress. And the Fortress, at least, felt familiar. This world was still too alien. Its people, its customs, its language. It was too much.

She glanced at Kal-El, then back at the Kents. "I… not ready," She admitted. "But… I come again."

Martha squeezed her hand gently. "We'd love that."

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The sky stretched endlessly around them as Kara and Kal-El soared back toward the Fortress. She flew slower than before, her thoughts circling the day's events.

"I like them," She admitted at last. "They are kind."

Kal-El nodded. "They are."

"But…" She hesitated. "I don't see myself here. This world… it's not mine. I don't belong to it."

Kal-El exhaled, thoughtful. "I know. And I know it feels impossible right now. But you don't have to figure everything out at once."

Kara frowned. "Then what?"

He gave her a small, knowing smile. "Take it one step at a time."

She glanced at him, considering the words.

One step at a time.

It was an Earth phrase, one of many that defied literal meaning. And yet, there was something to it. A measured pace. A way forward, even if she couldn't yet see the destination.

She let the thought settle as the Fortress rose into view, its crystalline towers gleaming under the light. The future remained uncertain, unfamiliar.

But for now, at least, she wasn't facing it alone.

 

[Gowonzu]

Clark stood in the Watchtower, gazing down at the blue and green planet below. His arms were crossed, his jaw tight, and his usual composed expression had been replaced with something more uncertain. The vastness of space stretched endlessly beyond the station's reinforced glass, the stars glimmering like distant memories. A sigh escaped him, quiet but unmistakable.

"Something troubling you?"

Diana's voice was calm but carried an undertone of curiosity. She stepped up beside him, her gaze following his. "You've been standing here for a while."

Clark didn't respond immediately. Instead, he let his eyes trail over the curvature of the Earth, the clouds drifting lazily over the oceans and continents. He had seen this view countless times before, but tonight, it felt different. Heavier, as though the weight of something unseen pressed against him.

Diana studied him for a moment before tilting her head. "You rarely let things linger on your mind like this. What is it?"

Clark hesitated before answering, his eyes never leaving the planet below. "I… messed up."

Diana's brow furrowed slightly. It wasn't often that Clark admitted to failure, and when he did, it was never lightly. "In what way?"

"This I have to hear," Bruce said drily as he stepped forward, his silhouette outlined against the glow of the Earth. His cowl hid his expression, but his tone carried a mix of scepticism and amusement. "What could Superman possibly have done wrong?"

Clark sighed again, a deeper sound this time, his shoulders shifting as though the weight of his thoughts had settled even heavier.

"Kara…"

Both Diana and Bruce were silent. Sharing a glance between themselves, they returned their attention to Clark. Bruce typed away at a small keypad attached to his wrist, a small satellite view of the Arctic displayed in miniature on the screen.

"She's still at the Fortress. Has been the last two days," Bruce said, like he was giving a debrief.

"You've been keeping tabs on her." Clark huffed with a small chuckle in amusement. He wasn't surprised by Batman's antics these days. "Wait? Do you have an entire satellite dedicated to following my cousin?"

Bruce didn't deny it. "She crashed here a month ago, Clark. An alien with no understanding of this world, no connection to it. And she has powers that rival yours."

Diana nodded, her expression carefully neutral. "He has a point. Kara isn't you. You grew up here, among humans. She didn't."

Clark exhaled, his fingers pressing against the bridge of his nose. He had expected this from Bruce. He had hoped for more understanding from Diana.

Bruce's voice was cold, precise. "She's not you, Clark. She wasn't raised here, didn't learn restraint from human parents. She lost everything. That kind of grief doesn't fade. It festers. And all it takes is one bad day." Bruce sipped on a cup of coffee that he was holding before adding. "And it's two satellites watching her."

Clark turned from the window to face them. "She cries herself to sleep every night," He admitted, his voice heavy with guilt. "She tries to hide it, but I can hear her. She's lost, Bruce. She doesn't know how to be here, how to exist without Krypton. And I don't know how to fix that." He turned his gaze back to the Earth below. "That's what makes my mistake feel all the worse."

Diana's expression softens, even as Bruce holds his grim suspicion. Clark feels the Amazonian place a comforting hand on his shoulder, a reassuring warmth.

"Whatever that has been done," Diana says, "Can be fixed. There is no situation that cannot be salvaged. Tell us, what did you do?"

Clark hesitated before continuing. "It started when I tried to show her what it meant to live like a human." He let out a short, humourless chuckle. "Just small things. To help her feel normal, to help her connect. That's when everything started to go wrong…"

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The sky was softer here. On Krypton, the morning sun had been sharp and unwavering, casting crystal-clear light over the gleaming towers of her home. But here, the Earth's sky blushed with warmth, painted in delicate shades of gold and pink as the sun climbed the horizon. The clouds weren't harsh, geometric structures of controlled weather, but free-floating wisps that drifted wherever the wind pleased.

It was… beautiful.

Kara exhaled, her breath steady as she let her eyes drift downward. Below the painted sky, nestled within the worn wooden fences of the Kent farm, were the creatures that had captivated her attention.

They were stocky, wide-bodied things, their round frames coated in a layer of dust and mud. Their ears twitched at passing insects, their small, intelligent eyes scanning their surroundings as they snorted softly to one another. Their thick skin wrinkled as they shifted, pressing against each other for warmth despite the mild air.

Back on Krypton, creatures of similar purpose had roamed the colder regions of Argo. They had been smaller, their fur a pristine white to blend into the snowdrifts, their hooves nimble on icy ground. She could still remember the way they would huddle together against the chill, their breath misting in the air, their low, rhythmic calls carrying across the frozen plains.

And yet… despite the differences in shape and size, there was something familiar in these creatures before her now.

The way they pressed together for warmth, the way they rooted through the straw, making soft, contented sounds It wasn't so different after all. Different world, different sky, but life still moved the same.

That thought settled something inside her, a quiet reassurance she hadn't known she needed.

The sound of approaching footsteps met her ears, but she had already sensed the presence before he even spoke. She had heard his heartbeat the moment he arrived.

"Kara."

She didn't turn, simply lifting a hand in acknowledgement. "Kal."

A pause. Then, "What are you doing?"

Kara grinned, still watching the animals. She simply pointed at them.

"Piggies…"

Johnathan Kent had given her the creature's name. Called them his 'little piggies' as Kara assisted in distributing the feed bag.

Kal sighed in amusement. "You really like the animals here, don't you?"

At last, she turned to face him, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. But as she did, her expression faltered.

He was wearing human clothing.

The vibrant reds and blues of their house's crest had been replaced with muted flannel, denim, and worn boots. His presence, which should have been unmistakable, was diluted. Buried beneath layers of something else. His posture, his hair, everything about him felt wrong.

She frowned. "You're not wearing your suit?"

Kal-El glanced down at himself, then back at her. "Oh?" He chuckled at her reaction, shaking his head. "I don't wear the suit all the time, Kara. On Earth, I live as Clark Kent just as much as I live as Superman."

Kara's frown deepened. "But why? You are Kryptonian."

"I am," Kal-El agreed, his voice calm. "But I was raised here. I have a life here, too."

Kara folded her arms, not quite able to put words to the frustration stirring inside her. It wasn't anger, not really. Just confusion. It felt wrong to take off the suit, like shedding a piece of herself. The crest of the House of El was their legacy, their birthright. Shouldn't they wear it always?

Kal-El studied her for a moment, then softened his approach. "I get it, Kara. It's different for you. Back on Krypton, you wore your house sigil every day. It was part of who you were. Here…" He spread his arms, gesturing to the farm around them. "We have different ways of living. I want to show you that."

Kara didn't respond right away, letting her gaze drift back to the pigs. Kal had said he wanted to show her, but all she could think about was the towering skyline of Metropolis, the press of people, the unfamiliar rush of human life.

"…I don't want to go to the city," She admitted, her voice quieter than before.

Kal-El nodded in understanding as if he'd expected that answer. "Then we won't. Let's start small."

He motioned toward the farmhouse. "Come inside. Ma got some clothes for you," He nodded back towards the house, gesturing her to follow. "And don't worry about your suit. Mom will wash it for you."

Kara hesitated, glancing down at herself. Her suit, the only thing she owned, was still clean, despite how often she had worn it. "I've been washing this in the Fortress," she pointed out, before narrowing her eyes at him. "It is not dirty."

Kal-El grinned, leading the way toward the house. "I know. But trust me. Mom does it better."

Inside, Martha Kent greeted Kara with a warm smile, holding up a neatly folded stack of clothes. "The neighbours' girls are about your size," she said. "These should fit."

Kara eyed the bundle, uncertain. "These are… human clothes."

Martha nodded. "They are. If you want to go into town, you'll fit in a little easier this way."

Kara opened her mouth to protest but hesitated.

She had already tried once.

It had been a brief, impulsive expedition. An attempt to prove to herself that she could walk among humans just as easily as Kal-El did. She had flown into town, landing quietly in a back alley, and stepped onto the bustling streets in her Kryptonian suit.

And the stares had come immediately.

People had whispered, some pointing, some nudging their companions. A few had even pulled out their devices, scanning her before she had fully realised what was happening. She had tried to ignore it, tried to walk with confidence, but every step felt heavier, every glance a reminder that she was out of place.

She hadn't lasted more than a few minutes before she turned on her heel and fled, taking to the skies and vanishing back toward the farm. She hadn't been back since.

Kara swallowed and looked back at the clothes in Martha's hands. They still felt wrong, unfamiliar. But maybe… maybe it was worth a try.

She reached out and took them. "…Alright."

A few minutes later, she stepped out of the room wearing denim overalls, a white shirt, and a pair of sturdy boots. The clothes fit well, though the material was not as comfortable as she was used to. She glanced at Kal-El, waiting for his reaction.

He grinned. "You look good, Kara."

She shifted, unsure of how to respond to that. Instead, she turned to Martha. "Thank you."

Martha beamed. "Of course, dear."

Kal-El clapped his hands together. "Alright, before we go into town, we need to talk about blending in."

Kara raised an eyebrow. "Blending in?"

"Yes." He smiled, but his expression carried a quiet sincerity. "Kara, I know this is new for you, but on Earth, we don't walk around as Kryptonians. We live among humans, and that means adjusting. At least in public."

Kara folded her arms. "Adjusting how?"

Kal motioned toward himself. "For one, this."

She frowned. "The human disguise?"

Kal's smile didn't waver, but there was a slight shake of his head. "It's not a disguise, Kara. This is who I am."

Kara blinked at him, thrown off by the certainty in his voice. "But… you're Kal-El."

"I'm both," Kal said simply. "I was born Kal-El of Krypton, but I was raised Clark Kent. That's not just some role I put on. It's who I am."

Kara studied him, her brows knitting together. The way he said it, with so much conviction, unsettled her. She had always thought of him as Kal-El first, a Kryptonian like her, someone who had simply learned to act human. But now, hearing him say it like this… it sounded like he truly believed he was Clark Kent.

That didn't make sense.

"How can you be both?" she asked, frustration creeping into her voice. "You are Kryptonian. You were sent here as Kal-El. That should come first."

Kal exhaled through his nose, patient but firm. "It's not about what comes first, Kara. I didn't grow up on Krypton. I don't have memories of it like you do. Earth is my home. These people? They're my family, my friends. My mother, my father, my life. It's all here."

Kara looked away, suddenly feeling something tight in her chest. He said it so easily. Earth is my home.

She wanted to argue. To tell him that Krypton was his home, that their heritage should come before anything else. That no matter how long he had lived here, he was still Kal-El of Krypton first and foremost.

But he didn't see it that way.

And she was beginning to realise… maybe he never had.

Kal must have noticed the tension in her silence, because his voice softened. "I know this is hard for you. It might not feel right at first. But if you let it, Earth can be home, too."

Kara exhaled through her nose, her fingers curling slightly against the fabric of her borrowed clothes. She still wasn't convinced this was the right way to go about things, but what other choice did she have? Sitting in the Fortress, mourning a world she could never return to, wasn't helping.

"Fine," she said at last, though her tone was less than enthusiastic. "I'll try."

Kal's grin widened. "That's the spirit. Come on." He turned, leading the way toward the driveway.

Kara followed, frowning slightly as they approached the old red truck. The paint was chipped in places, and the engine gave a low rumble as Kal climbed into the driver's seat. Kara hesitated beside the passenger door.

"We're not flying?" she asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Nope," Kal replied, buckling his seatbelt with practised ease. "We're travelling like humans."

Kara sighed, pulling the door open and settling into the seat beside him. The truck creaked under her weight as she adjusted her posture, shifting against the stiff material of the seat. Everything about the vehicle felt inefficient.

"You know this thing pollutes too much to be a viable method of transportation," She muttered, eyeing the dashboard sceptically.

Kal chuckled. "Welcome to Earth."

The drive was a slow, rattling experience that only reinforced Kara's initial thoughts. Kryptonian technology was leagues beyond this, their transit systems could outmatch the speed and efficiency of this primitive machine.

Kara rested her elbow on the window's edge, watching the landscape roll by. The world outside the window blurred past at a speed far slower than she was used to, giving her a chance to observe the golden fields, the stretches of green farmland, the way the morning sun cast long, soft shadows over the earth. For all of its inefficiencies, she had to admit, there was a certain rhythm to the way humans lived. Slower, maybe. But not without its own kind of logic.

By the time they reached the town proper, her earlier calm had begun to unravel. The streets were lined with cars and pedestrians, humans moving about their daily lives in an organised chaos that made her stomach twist with unease.

Kal pulled the truck into a parking spot, turning off the engine before glancing at her. "You okay?"

Kara straightened, realising her hands had curled into fists against her lap. She forced them to relax. "Yeah… Just a little nervous." She asked, keeping her voice neutral.

Kal smiled. "It's alright," He said, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Today is about living a day in the life of a human."

With a resigned sigh, she reached for the door handle and stepped out of the truck. "Alright. Let's get this over with."

Kal's expression was full of amusement as he joined her on the sidewalk. "That's the attitude."

Kara rolled her eyes but followed him anyway, stepping into the flow of human life as the town bustled around them.

"Another rule for today," Kal-El said, glancing at her with an easy smile. "You have to speak English the whole time. No Kryptonian while we're out in public."

Kara frowned. She had been learning, of course, but it still felt unnatural. Her words came slower, shaped by a tongue not meant for them. "Why?" she asked, her accent thick, the word clipped.

"Because it's part of blending in," Clark said. "People won't understand you if you speak Kryptonian, and if you want to live here, speaking English is important."

Kara crossed her arms, displeased. "I know some English, Kal. But is hard."

Clark chuckled. "You're getting better. Just keep practising. And remember. Clark. Not Kal."

She exhaled sharply through her nose but didn't argue. Clark. Fine.

Kara took the opportunity to glance around, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. Small brick buildings lined the streets, their fronts displaying colourful signs with human writing. Some had large windows filled with objects. Clothing, food, strange devices she couldn't yet name. Humans walked along the sidewalks, chatting, carrying bags, going about their lives.

"What are we do?" She asked.

Clark grinned. "Shopping."

Kara furrowed her brows. The word was vaguely familiar. She had heard it before but wasn't sure she understood. "Shopping?"

Clark nodded. "You need clothes. You can't just wear the same thing every day. It's better if you pick them yourself."

Kara glanced down at the borrowed overalls and shirt she was wearing. They felt strange, stiff compared to her Kryptonian attire. And she still wasn't sure about all of this. "I do not… know what is good?" She admitted hesitantly.

"That's why I'm here to help," Clark assured her. "Come on, let's go."

Kara followed him, trying not to feel overwhelmed by the sudden noise of passing cars and chattering people. The store they approached had large glass windows displaying mannequins dressed in different styles of clothing. Above the entrance, the sign was unreadable to Kara.

Clark pushed the door open, and a small bell chimed as they stepped inside. The noise surprised Kara, who jumped back at it, watching the metal device with a cautious stare. The store was filled with racks of clothing, shelves stacked with folded fabrics, and displays of shoes and accessories.

A woman behind the counter glanced up and offered a friendly smile. "Morning, Clark!" She greeted. "I didn't know you were back in town. So good to see you again!" She smiled as warmly as the Kent's did, then looked at Kara with mild curiosity. "And who's this?"

Clark returned the smile. "Morning, Millie. This is my cousin, Kara. She's new in town and needs some clothes."

Kara stiffened slightly under the woman's gaze but nodded. "Hello," She said, her accent making the word slightly awkward.

"She's a distant relative," Clark added, sheepishly. "Recently moved to America."

"Well, any family of Clark is a friend to me. Nice to meet you, dear," Millie said warmly, offering a hand towards Kara. Kara stared at the gesture, unsure what to do in return. With a silent nudge from Clark, she stuck out her hand in a mirrored greeting and watched as the woman took it and shook. "Well, you've come to the right place. Let me know if you need any help."

Clark led Kara toward the aisles of clothing. "Alright, let's start with basics. You'll need a few outfits, casual wear, something nicer in case you ever need it, and maybe something for colder weather."

"We do not feel cold?" Kara said back in confusion.

Clark chuckled awkwardly over her, turning to Millie quickly. "Kansas doesn't get as cold as up north, sure. But it wouldn't hurt regardless."

Kara eyed the options with uncertainty. The styles varied so much, some garments were loose and flowing, others tight-fitting. Some were simple, while others had intricate patterns or decorations. It was overwhelming.

She reached out, picking up a bright red shirt, turning it over in her hands. "This… good?"

Clark nodded. "Yeah, that's a good colour for you."

She seemed pleased by that and added it to the growing selection in her arms. She picked up a pair of denim pants next, but her face twisted in confusion as she turned them over, examining the multiple pockets. "What is?"

Clark chuckled. "Jeans."

"Jeens," Kara repeated, the word unfamiliar on her tongue.

"They're durable, comfortable once you break them in. Pretty common casual wear."

Kara gave him a sceptical look before holding them against herself, trying to gauge the fit. "Look… strange."

Clark laughed. "You'll get used to them. Trust me."

As they continued picking out clothes, Kara kept glancing at him, her mind turning over something else. She hesitated before asking, "Clark?"

He smiled at her quick correction of his name. "Yeah?"

"Krypton have… commerce," she said slowly, picking her words carefully. "We trade, we buy. How different?"

Clark considered her question. "It's not that different. But here, we use money." He pulled out his wallet and showed her a few bills. "These represent value. You trade them for goods or services."

Kara examined the bills curiously. "Paper?" She frowned. "Easily destroyed. Not good system."

Clark smirked. "We have digital currency as well. Banks store money safely, and people access it when they need it."

Kara considered this. "Earth have many banks?" She tilted her head. "Krypton… one bank. Government control all." She paused, deep in thought. "Different. But… same idea?"

Clark nodded. "Pretty much. Just different ways of managing it."

Kara exhaled, still wrapping her head around the concept, but accepted it for now. There was much to learn.

Clark gathered the clothes Kara had chosen so far and walked toward the counter. "I'm going to ring these up," He told her. "If you see anything else you want, go ahead and grab it."

Kara's brow furrowed. "Ring up?"

Clark smiled. "It means I'm buying them."

She nodded slowly, still puzzled by the phrase but deciding not to dwell on it. Instead, she wandered through the aisles, taking in more of the human clothing styles. She paused when she reached a section of swimsuits. Picking one up, she turned it over in her hands, frowning at how little fabric there was.

She had seen humans wear them at the beach before, but the amount of exposed skin was uncomfortable for her. On Krypton, people swam in their regular suits, without the cape, of course.

Her attention drifted when she overheard Clark and Millie talking. "Is she from Europe? Her accent is so... cute." Millie asked curiously.

Clark chuckled. "Well, she did land in Russia before coming here." He joked, not giving a direct answer.

Kara turned back to the clothes, absently browsing through the racks. She sifted through different shirts, her fingers brushing against the fabric. Then, her eyes landed on a section that made her freeze. The symbol was unmistakable. Familiar.

Her family crest. The sigil of the House of El.

One shirt. Then another. And another.

An entire display of them.

Horror gripped her. Her hands clenched into fists as she stepped closer, her heart hammering in disbelief. Humans were wearing her family's sigil? Selling it like a common design?

Kara's face twisted in anger, and before she could stop herself, she hissed in sharp Kryptonian, "Who gave them the right!?"

Clark tensed. "Kara-"

"Who allowed this?" She spat, her voice rising as she held up a shirt. "They take our symbol? Sell it? For profit!?" She turned to Clark, eyes blazing. "It is ours! House of El! Not for-"

"Kara," Clark said quickly, shifting to stand between her and Millie, who was now watching them with mild confusion. "Easy. It's okay."

Kara barely heard him. Her fury burned too hot. "They do not know what it means!"

Clark placed a firm hand on her shoulder, his grip grounding. "Kara, listen to me." He turned to Millie, offering an apologetic smile. "Sorry about that. She's just… really passionate about Superman."

Millie chuckled, confused but willing to accept it. "I can see that."

Clark ushered Kara out of the store quickly. Kara stood stiffly outside the store, her fists clenched at her sides. The anger still burned hot in her chest, but beneath it, confusion swirled. She had expected Clark to be just as furious—to demand answers, to tell her how humanity had dared to take what wasn't theirs. Instead, he was calm, patient, as if this was something he had already come to accept.

She didn't understand.

"They do not know what it means," she said, her voice tight. "It is not theirs."

Clark exhaled, watching her carefully. "Not in the way we know it, no. The House of El means 'Of the Stars.' Our family stood for knowledge, for discovery. We were explorers, scientists, thinkers."

Kara nodded sharply. That was their legacy. That was what the crest meant.

"But here," Clark continued, "It has come to mean something more."

She frowned, arms crossing as she tried to steady herself. "More?"

Clark gestured toward the town, toward the people walking by, unaware of the storm in her mind. She watched as a child ran circles around his parents, wearing a blue shirt with their emblem on it. Down the street, a couple shared a frozen food. The woman wore a jacket with the House of El emblazoned on it.

Kara's gaze swept further, and the more she looked, the more she saw. A man leaned against a shop window, sipping from a cup, the sigil proudly stamped across his chest. A passing car had a sticker of it on the bumper, slightly worn but still recognisable. In another window display, a framed photograph of Superman hung beside local heroes, his crest shining boldly in the glass. Even on the alley wall ahead, someone had spray-painted the symbol in bright yellow, the edges rough but unmistakable. It was everywhere. Her family's mark, scattered across this world, claimed by a people who had no right to it.

"To them, it means hope. It's a promise to do good, to strive for the betterment of all."

Hope.

Kara swallowed, staring at the crest painted across the wall. It wasn't worn as a badge of intellect or progress, not as a mark of nobility or achievement. It wasn't about science or discovery.

It was about belief.

Hope wasn't a bad thing. It was just… different.

She let out a slow breath, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly. "I do not know if I like that," She admitted.

Clark gave her a small smile. "You don't have to. You just have to understand it."

Kara wasn't sure she did. But at least now, she knew why.

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Kara took the small, rectangular device from Clark, turning it over in her hands. It was thin, smooth, the surface cool against her fingers. She had seen humans with these before, always staring at them, tapping them, speaking to them as if they were living things.

"What this?" She asked, frowning at the dark glass screen.

"A communication device," Clark said, amusement in his voice. "It's called a phone."

Kara narrowed her eyes. "Not look like phone." The only communication devices she knew had been far more advanced. Holographic interfaces, voice commands, instant links to the Brainiac network. This was… primitive.

Clark tapped the screen, making it light up. Kara flinched, then scowled at his smirk. "You touch here," He explained, pointing to a symbol on the bottom, "Then swipe to unlock."

Kara did as instructed, but instead of sliding her finger across the glass, she flicked her hand upward, expecting a projection to appear. Nothing happened.

She tried again. Still nothing.

Clark chuckled.

Kara shot him a glare. "Why laugh?"

"You have to move your finger on the screen, not just-" He mimicked her flicking motion, still grinning.

Kara huffed, gripping the phone tighter. "Stupid. Bad design."

She grumbled under her breath as she finally managed to drag her finger across the screen properly. The device unlocked, revealing a grid of small, colourful symbols. She poked one at random, only for the screen to shift and fill with rows of strange words and tiny pictures. She pulled her hand back as if the device might explode.

Clark, still clearly amused, reached over and tapped an icon that looked like an old-fashioned receiver. "This lets you talk to anyone, anywhere."

Kara frowned. "Anywhere?" She looked around. Smallville was small. Primitive. She had seen no large communication hubs, no relay beacons. "How? No infrastructure."

Clark leaned against the truck, ever patient. "Radio towers, satellites," he explained. "Signals bounce off them, allowing calls to travel across the world."

Kara tilted her head. She understood the concept of satellites, Krypton had used them, though their technology was far beyond this. Still, she was sceptical.

She held up the phone, cleared her throat, and said firmly, "Call Kal-El."

The phone did nothing.

Clark raised a brow. "It doesn't-"

"Call Kal-El," She repeated, louder this time.

The screen blinked to life, and a cold, robotic voice answered, "I'm sorry, I don't understand."

Kara's eyes narrowed. "Stupid machine. Call. Kal. El."

"I'm sorry, I don't understand."

Kara clenched her jaw, glaring at the phone like it had personally offended her. "Not understand? Is simple command!"

Clark was grinning again. "It's not that smart."

Kara scoffed. "This bad AI. Stupid AI. Not like Brainiac."

Clark's smile faltered slightly at the name, but he quickly shook it off. "You have to save a number first. Here-" He took the phone, pressed a few buttons, and handed it back to her. "Now try calling the Kents."

Kara sighed but did as instructed. She pressed the new number and waited, the phone emitting a strange ringing sound. She frowned. "Takes too long."

Clark smirked but didn't argue.

Then, suddenly, the ringing stopped. A warm, familiar voice came through. "Hello?"

Kara startled, then hesitantly lifted the phone closer to her ear. "Martha?"

"Oh! Kara, dear! How wonderful to hear from you."

Kara glanced at Clark, confused. "No video?"

Clark shook his head. "Just voice."

Kara frowned. "And must… talk into here?" She gestured at the bottom of the phone, where the speaker and microphone were. "Not full receiver?"

Martha chuckled on the other end. "You'll get used to it, sweetie."

Kara huffed but softened slightly. "Okay. Just… testing. Clark say… I must learn."

"And you're doing great," Martha said warmly. "I hope you two have a good day."

Kara nodded, even though Martha couldn't see her. "Thank you."

She handed the phone back to Clark as the call ended, crossing her arms. "Audio quality… bad. Not clear."

Clark laughed. "Welcome to Earth."

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Kara followed Clark through the store, her eyes darting over the shelves stacked high with colourful packages. The sheer variety was overwhelming. So many choices, so many unfamiliar words. Krypton had markets, but food was mostly regulated, distributed efficiently. This? This felt chaotic.

She watched as he picked out various ingredients. She didn't fully understand what he was making, but he had assured her it was a traditional Earth meal.

He grabbed a bag of green leaves first, tossing them into the cart. "We'll need this for the salad," He said.

Kara wrinkled her nose. "Leaves?"

Clark smirked. "Lettuce."

She eyed it warily. Krypton had greens, but they were carefully cultivated, engineered for maximum nutrition. This looked…wild. Unrefined.

Next, Clark picked up a sack of round vegetables. "Potatoes," He explained. "We'll mash them."

Kara brightened. She thought she recognised the word mash from Martha's kitchen. "Like pie?"

Clark laughed. "Not exactly, but close."

She nodded, satisfied. As they continued, Clark grabbed a few other items, seasonings, oil, something wrapped in paper that he didn't explain. Kara didn't ask. If it was important, he would say.

But something still nagged at her.

She hesitated before speaking. "Why… buy food?"

Clark glanced at her. "What do you mean?"

Kara gestured at the store around them. "Food… is need. Water, shelter. Basic. On Krypton, given." She paused, searching for the right words. "Food… free. Government give all people. Only pay for special, rare."

Clark sighed, placing a bottle into the cart. "Yeah. It's different here. People grow and sell food to make a living."

Kara frowned. "And if… no money?"

Clark's expression grew somber. "It's not a perfect system. Some people don't have enough."

Kara stopped walking. The thought unsettled her. "Then… they starve?"

Clark turned to face her. "Sometimes," He admitted. "There are programs to help, charities, shelters. But some people still fall through the cracks."

Kara's hands clenched. That was wrong. Unacceptable. No Kryptonian would be left to suffer like that. The idea that humans would allow it made her stomach twist. "That… that is cruel."

Clark gave a sad smile. "It is. But there are good people trying to fix it." He gestured toward a small donation box near the front of the store. "See that?"

Kara followed his gaze. The box was simple, worn from use, with a slot for money and a sign explaining it was for the local food bank. But what caught her eye was the symbol on it.

Her family crest. The House of El.

She stared at it, stunned. People walked past, dropping in spare bills and coins, giving what little they could to help others.

Clark's voice was gentle. "They use the symbol to inspire hope. To remind people to look out for each other."

Hope.

Kara swallowed. The crest of El had always meant "Of the Stars." A legacy of science, of discovery. But here, humans had reshaped its meaning. Not for conquest. Not for personal gain.

For each other.

Slowly, she approached the box, digging into her borrowed pockets. She found a few bills Clark had given her earlier for practice. Without hesitation, she slipped them into the slot.

Clark smiled. "That's a good start."

She nodded, her thoughts still racing, but her heart a little lighter. Maybe… maybe this world wasn't as cruel after all.

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Kara wandered through the cozy Kent home as the scent of cooking filled the air. Clark had insisted on making dinner himself, despite Martha's protests.

"Clark, I've been cooking for you your whole life," Martha called from the kitchen. "You don't have to fuss over us."

Clark chuckled. "Just let me handle it, Ma. You deserve a break."

Kara listened to them with quiet amusement. She could hear Martha muttering about stubborn men and Jonathan laughing softly.

She turned her attention to the living room, her eyes drawn to the mantle lined with framed photographs.

There, frozen in time, was Clark. His entire life displayed in little rectangles of Earth history.

One showed him as a baby, exactly how Kara had remembered him on Krypton. Swaddled in a blanket, Martha beaming down at him. He would've been almost five in Earth years.

Another picture showed a young boy with wild hair, grinning as he sat on his father's shoulders. A teenager in a sports uniform, standing proudly next to Jonathan.

Kara's fingers brushed against the frame, tracing the younger version of Kal-El. He had a life here. A past she would never understand.

Jonathan sat down in his chair, watching her with a knowing smile. "He was a handful, you know."

Kara glanced at him, curious. "Clark?"

Jonathan nodded. "Strong as an ox before he even knew what to do with all that power. Broke every tool on this farm at least once." He chuckled, shaking his head. "Had to teach him how to hold back. Hardest lesson for a boy who just wanted to help."

Kara imagined a young Kal-El struggling to fit in, just as she was now. The thought was strangely comforting.

Her gaze shifted to a more recent photograph. Clark, older now, standing beside a woman with dark hair and sharp eyes. They were both smiling, his arm wrapped around her. Kara's eyes went wide as she recognised the woman.

Martha walked in, wiping her hands on a dish towel. She followed Kara's line of sight and softened. "That's one of my favourites. Clark and Lois at their wedding."

Kara blinked, taken aback. "Wedding?"

Martha nodded. "They got married some years ago now."

Kara's brow furrowed. Kal-El was married? He hadn't mentioned it. She thought back, trying to recall. And then she realised something else.

Clark had been trying to get her to visit Metropolis for weeks now. Always suggesting she meet his friends, his family. Always patient when she said she wasn't ready.

He wanted her to meet them.

And she had been the one pushing away. The thought made her sad, perhaps she was ready to return to Metropolis after all.

"Dinners ready!" Clark called out moments later.

Kara watched as Clark placed the plates in front of everyone, serving himself last. The meal was strange to look at, three distinct portions arranged neatly on the plate. A pile of leafy greens, a smooth white mound, and a thick, dark piece of food at the center. It smelled… good. Warm, rich, slightly smoky.

She hesitated, eyeing the dark portion warily. The texture looked unfamiliar, but there was something about the scent that reminded her of home.

Clark sat down across from her, smiling. "Go on, try it."

Kara picked up the fork, an Earth eating tool, and copied how the others held it. She stabbed a small piece of the dark food, lifting it carefully to her mouth.

The flavour surprised her. It was tender, rich, and savoury, but there was a sweetness to it as well, from whatever seasoning Clark had used. She chewed slowly, thoughtful. The taste sparked a memory. Her father, preparing a rare synthetic dish for special occasions, a comforting bowl of steaming broth.

She swallowed and nodded. "Is… good," she admitted.

Kara took another bite, her expression thoughtful. "Tastes like… roh'tal broth," she murmured.

Clark looked up. "Roh'tal?"

She nodded, not knowing the English to explain. "It's a type of synthetic food. We created food on a molecular level. Everything was precise and had the exact nutrients needed. We ate this more than the plants back in your fortress. Well, not Roh'tal, but synth food in general."

Clark translated her words for the Kents, and taught Kara the words to convey what she said in English. Kara nodded her head in thanks and looked back to the Kents.

She gestured vaguely at the meal. "Plants rare. Hard to grow. People pay extra for them."

Johnathan raised a brow. "So most food wasn't grown at all?"

Kara shook her head. "No need. Synth food… always same. No waste, no shortage. Designed for Kryptonian health." She tapped her fork against the dark portion of food. "Roh'tal… very rare. My father made it sometimes, special occasions. This tastes almost same."

Clark leaned back, thinking. "Earth has synthetic food, but it's not that advanced. Some scientists are working on it, but most food comes from farms."

Kara frowned slightly. "Grown on farms…" She repeated the words, trying to piece it together. She glanced at her plate again, then back at Clark. "Strange. But… taste good."

Clark smiled. "Glad you think so."

As she ate, curiosity stirred. She pointed at the smooth white mound. "What this?"

"Mash potatoes," Clark said. "Remember the potato before?"

She scooped some onto her fork and tasted it. Soft. Creamy. It melted in her mouth, buttery and rich. She hummed in approval.

She turned to the leafy greens. "And this?"

"Salad. Different vegetables. Lettuce, tomato, carrots."

She chewed thoughtfully. Earth food had so many textures, so many flavours. It was more complicated than Kryptonian food, but she liked it.

Then, she tapped her fork against the dark slice again. "And this? What plant this from?"

Silence.

Kara looked up. Clark had frozen mid-bite. Martha and Jonathan exchanged a look.

"Oh, dear…" Martha muttered, placing her utensils down and looking out of sorts. Jonathan looked to Kara with concern and then to Clark, who was suddenly looking pale. If that was even possible.

Her brow furrowed. "What?"

Clark cleared his throat. "Uh… well…" He tugged on his shirt collar nervously. "That's not from a plant."

Kara blinked. "Not plant?"

Clark hesitated. "It's… meat."

Kara frowned. "Meat?" She repeated the word carefully. "Meat… like 'meet someone'?"

Clark shook his head quickly. "No, different word. Different meaning."

She looked down at her plate, suddenly wary. "Did I… break custom?" She asked hesitantly. "Do wrong again?"

Jonathan quickly shook his head. "No, sweetheart, you didn't do anything wrong."

Martha sighed softly. "Clark, you need to explain."

Clark exhaled, rubbing his temple in worry. "Okay. So… you remember the cows from this morning?"

Kara nodded, the first animals she had seen on the farm, before meeting the 'little piggies'. "Yes. Cows make milk." She glanced at Jonathan. "You told me."

Clark's expression turned regretful. "Right. Some cows make milk. But… some are raised for their meat."

Kara tilted her head. "Meat…" She looked back at the dark portion on her plate. "You say not plant. If not plant, then…" Her voice trailed off as understanding dawned.

She stared at Clark. He winced.

Kara stared down at the half-eaten piece of food on her plate, her stomach twisting. It was no longer a warm, rich meal. It was flesh. Animal flesh.

Her hands trembled as she gripped the edge of the table. The taste lingered on her tongue, betrayal and revulsion rising in her throat. She had enjoyed it.

Her breath came sharp and uneven. "No…" She whispered.

"Kara-" Clark reached for her, but she pushed back from the table so quickly her chair scraped against the floor. She nearly stumbled in her haste, her pulse hammering in her ears.

"I... I need…" She couldn't finish. The room was too small, the scent of cooked flesh clinging to the air, making her stomach churn.

She turned and fled.

The screen door banged shut behind her as she stumbled into the open night, cold air burning her lungs. She barely made it to the nearest tree before she collapsed against it, fingers digging into the bark. Her stomach clenched, bile rising, and she heaved.

Clark found her moments later, hovering near as she vomited onto the grass.

"Kara…"

She gasped between ragged breaths, tears stinging her eyes. "I ate it," she choked. "I... I ate..." Another sob wracked through her.

Clark stepped closer, his voice gentle, but Kara flinched away. She couldn't look at him. Couldn't stand to see his face, full of regret that meant nothing now.

"I didn't know," he said. "I should have asked. I should have explained. I just wanted to show you what life here is like."

Kara squeezed her arms around herself, trying to hold together the pieces of her unraveling mind. "Life?" She spat. "This not life. This… this death. You let them live, feed them, care for them, then you kill them." Her voice cracked on the last word.

Clark didn't argue. He just stood there, watching her with a sorrowful expression, like he knew there was nothing he could say to make this better.

A sob wrenched itself from her throat.

Killing an animal. On Krypton, it was unthinkable. It was murder. The worst crime a person could commit. The idea that she had taken part in it. No, worse, that she had enjoyed it. Made her want to claw the taste from her tongue.

Her stomach twisted again, bile rising, but there was nothing left to throw up.

She wiped at her mouth with a shaking hand. "I eat it," She whispered. The words burned like acid. "I- I ate…"

Clark swallowed. "I'm sorry, Kara..."

She let out a strangled cry, pushing away from the tree. Her gaze darted across the farm, searching, frantic. Until she saw them. The pigs. The ones she had watched that morning, so full of life.

Her heart slammed against her ribs.

She moved before she could think, sprinting toward the pen.

"Kara, wait-"

She ignored him, vaulting over the fence in a single motion. The pigs stirred at her sudden presence, snuffling curiously as she fumbled with the gate latch. Her fingers were clumsy, shaking too hard to focus. She tore the gate off with one shaky tear.

"Kara, stop." Clark was behind her now, voice firm but pleading. "You can't take them."

Her breath hitched. "They will die."

Clark hesitated. "I know."

She turned to him, eyes burning. "Then help me. The fortress… I can…"

His expression softened, but he didn't move. "Kara… they won't survive out there. It's too cold."

She gritted her teeth, chest rising and falling in shallow, panicked breaths.

"They do not deserve this," She whispered.

"I know," Clark said again. "But this is how Earth is. People, most people, don't see it the way you do."

She shook her head, vision blurring. This world was cruel. Its people barbaric.

Her voice broke as she whispered, "I want to go home." But there was no home. Krypton was gone.

Her breath hitched, her eyes stinging.

Clark stepped forward, hand outstretched. "Kara, please. Come back inside. We can talk about this. I'll- I'll make it right."

She let out a short, bitter laugh. "Make right?" She turned to face him fully, floating a few inches off the ground now. "How? Will you stop them? Will you tell them no more?"

Clark hesitated. His silence was answer enough.

Kara swallowed past the lump in her throat, lifting higher into the air. The pigs below shifted nervously, sensing the tension, but they were unaware of the doom hanging over them.

"This world is cruel," she said, voice shaking. "You let this happen. All of you. Like it normal."

"Kara-"

She clenched her fists, her whole body trembling. "Barbarians," She cursed in Kryptonian.

Then she shot into the sky, leaving Clark standing alone in the dirt.

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Clark sat in the Watchtower's lounge, staring out at the Earth below. His hands were clasped together, elbows resting on his knees. Across from him, Bruce and Diana listened in silence as he recounted the night's events.

When he finished, there was a beat of quiet. Then Bruce exhaled through his nose. "You should've seen this coming."

Clark shot him a tired look. "I know."

Bruce folded his arms. "Kryptonians were an advanced society. Of course their relationship with food would be different. You assumed she'd just… adapt?"

Clark rubbed his face. "I didn't think."

Diana placed a hand on his shoulder, gentler than Bruce but no less firm. "She is grieving, Clark. She's lost everything, and now she's seeing a world that is so unlike her own, one that offends the values she was raised with."

Clark sighed. "I just wanted to share something good with her. Instead, I-"

Diana squeezed his shoulder. "You didn't fail her, Clark. She just needs time."

Clark let out a slow breath, but Bruce wasn't as forgiving. He leaned forward, his expression unreadable. "She called humans barbarians."

Clark's stomach twisted at the memory. "She was upset."

"She meant it," Bruce countered. "And she's not wrong to feel that way. We are capable of cruelty." His gaze flickered to the planet below, as if seeing every war, every injustice, every crime all at once. "But if she can't see beyond that… If she refuses to-"

Clark's hands curled into fists. "She's not like that."

Bruce raised a brow. "Are you sure?"

Clark opened his mouth, then hesitated. Because the truth was, he didn't know.

"She is not lost to you," Diana said, cutting through the tension. "But she is lost. And right now, she does not need judgment. She needs understanding."

Clark stared at the floor, his mind replaying Kara's horrified expression, the way she recoiled, the way she flew off like Earth itself had betrayed her.

"I just… I want her to see the good here," He murmured.

Diana smiled, warm and knowing. "Then show her."

Bruce let out a quiet sigh. "She's young. She'll be angry for a while, but anger fades." His voice softened, just a fraction. "Don't let her face it alone."

Clark took a deep breath, feeling the weight on his chest ease just a little. "I won't."

Diana nodded. "Good."

Bruce stood. "The world's cruel, Clark. It always has been. But you make it better. If anyone can show Kara there's something worth believing in, it's you."

Clark managed a small smile. "Yeah."

Hope. He had to hold onto it. For Kara's sake.

 

[Gowonzu]

The Fortress was silent, save for the hum of machinery and the faint crackling of a failed compound dissolving into useless residue. Kara barely blinked as she reset the sequence, fingers moving with rigid precision over the controls. The calculations swam before her, fragmented, incomplete.

It should have been simple. She had done this before, every Kryptonian child had. Molecular synthesis was basic science, but without the schematics, without access to the Brainiac database, the process remained frustratingly out of reach. Each attempt ended in failure. Each failure felt like another part of Krypton slipping away.

A voice broke through the stillness. "I didn't realise the Fortress had a science lab."

Kara tensed. She hadn't heard Kal-El arrive, too caught up in her work to pick up on the second heartbeat in the room. She turned just enough to see him setting something down on the counter. A container, warm to the touch, fragrant with spices she didn't recognise.

"It's a kitchen," She corrected flatly, turning back to her work.

"Brought a peace offering." His voice was careful. "Vegan, this time."

"Vee-gan?" Kara repeated the word, not bothering to look up.

Kal-El leaned against the counter, watching her carefully. "Vegan means no animal products. No meat, no dairy, nothing that comes from an animal."

Kara's fingers stilled for a moment before resuming their work. "You shouldn't need a word for it," She muttered. "That should be normal," She paused in thought for a brief moment before adding. "No, Kryptonian's eat animal products too. Milk was a delicacy. Other products too. Unfertilised eggs were a popular ingredient among the wealthy, though, we never had them."

"Vegetarian then," Kal-El nodded. Another strange human word. He turned back to the dish, gesturing to it. "It's an Indian dish. Aloo gobi. Potatoes and cauliflower cooked with spices."

She didn't respond. But she didn't ignore it either. The scent was undeniably appealing, a mix of exotic flavours she couldn't quite identify. But she had trusted Earth food once before, and the betrayal still lingered in the back of her throat. So she kept her attention on her work, ignoring the quiet gnawing of hunger in her stomach.

Kal-El didn't push. Instead, he peered over her shoulder. "What are you working on?"

Kara exhaled slowly. "Synthetic food. The kind we had on Krypton." She gestured toward the machine, frustration evident in her movements. "It's basic molecular synthesis, but I can't get the balance right. The compounds keep coming out wrong. Dense, bland, nutritionally incomplete."

As if on cue, the machine hummed and produced another result. A clump of dull green protein plopped into a dish. Kara scowled.

Kal-El picked up the sample, turning it over in his fingers. "This is amazing," He said, genuine wonder in his tone.

Kara shot him an unimpressed look. "It's defective."

He grinned. "It's food."

She crossed her arms. "It has no taste. The nutrients aren't balanced. This would be considered a wasteful defect back home."

Kal-El didn't seem deterred. Instead, he reached for the curry he'd brought and, to Kara's horror, scooped a bit of it onto the synthetic protein. He mixed them together without hesitation. "Now it has flavour."

Kara's lips parted, caught somewhere between irritation and intrigue. Kal-El held the dish out to her expectantly.

She hesitated.

Her last experience with Earth food still lingered, an uneasy weight in her stomach. But this smelled different. No hidden horrors, no unspoken taboos. Just warmth and spices. Curling in the air, thick and inviting.

Curiosity won out.

Slowly, she picked up a piece, bringing it to her mouth. The texture was soft but structured, unlike the precise uniformity of Kryptonian meals. She chewed, her brow furrowing as the flavours bloomed on her tongue. It was layered in a way she didn't recognise. The synthetic protein soaked up the curry's flavour, making it richer, more palatable. But it was still wrong.

She swallowed, licking the remnants from her lips before shaking her head. "The balance is off."

Kal-El paused mid-bite. "What?"

"The nutrients. The structure." Kara gestured vaguely to the dish. "It's not bad, but it isn't right."

He chewed thoughtfully before shrugging. "Tastes fine to me."

A scoff left her lips. "Of course it does. You grew up eating food designed to be pleasurable instead of efficient."

His eyebrow lifted. "So you do like it?"

Rolling her eyes, she took another bite. "It's… acceptable."

A small smile played on his lips as he set his portion down, gaze drifting to the scattered remnants of her failed experiments. "You know, the fact that you're even doing this is incredible. Creating food from nothing-"

Her posture stiffened. "It's not from nothing."

His chewing slowed at the sudden bite in her tone.

"You can't create something from nothing, Kal-El." A flick of her wrist indicated the machine at her side, irritation lacing her words. "The star forge is powering the process. It provides the necessary atomic energy to restructure base materials into organic compounds."

His brows lifted. "The Fortress has a star forge?"

Arms crossed, she huffed. "Of course it does."

A quiet chuckle escaped him. "I didn't know that."

She tilted her head, unimpressed. "How do you think it maintains itself?"

Glancing around, he took in the familiar walls of the Fortress as if seeing them for the first time. His sanctuary, built on the legacy of a world he barely understood. Sheepish realisation softened his features. "I guess I never really looked into the how."

A muttered comment about Earth-raised Kryptonians and their lack of scientific curiosity barely reached his super ears.

His grin widened as he took another bite.

Kara studied him for a moment before turning back to her food. It still wasn't right. But maybe, just maybe, it wasn't wrong either.

For now, that was enough.

The warmth of the meal still lingered on Kara's tongue, but it did little to soften the knot in her chest. She pushed the empty dish aside, her fingers tracing idle patterns against the smooth Kryptonian alloy of the table. Across from her, Kal-El sat quietly, his usual unwavering confidence subdued.

"I'm sorry," He said at last. His voice measured but sincere. "About dinner the other night. I should have asked… I should have thought about how different this would be for you." He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I just wanted to share something good with you. A piece of Earth that made me feel connected."

Kara inhaled sharply through her nose. Anger still sat heavy inside her, but it was no longer the blinding kind.

"You didn't think," She agreed, a quiet bitterness to the words. "But…" She added, hesitating in thought. "Neither did I…" Her fingers curled against the table. "I let my emotions control me."

Kal-El tilted his head, listening, patient.

She exhaled slowly, forcing herself to meet his gaze. "I could have handled it better."

It wasn't easy to say. It didn't erase the revulsion she had felt, the overwhelming sense of betrayal at realising what she had eaten. But some of the heat had faded, leaving room for something more complicated.

Kal-El's hand hovered just above hers, a silent offering of comfort. His expression was steady, open. Free of judgement.

"You never have to compromise who you are," He said, squeezing her gently. "Your beliefs, your values. They are not just important, they are intrinsic to you. I would never ask you to abandon them just to fit in." A small, wry smile ghosted across his lips. "I know what it means to stand between two worlds. I don't want you to feel as though you must choose one over the other."

Kara exhaled slowly, the lingering tension in her shoulders easing.

"I should have expected it," She admitted. "Humans consuming animals… It is not as if I was unaware. I simply never considered it on a personal level until it was placed before me." Her brows knit together. "I still find it abhorrent. I will never partake in it again. The very idea of slaughtering another creature for sustenance is…" She paused, pressing her lips together. "It's tragic."

Kal-El nodded but remained silent, giving her space to speak.

"That said," She continued, her voice quieter but no less resolute, "I will not judge them by the standards of Krypton. Our ancestors were no different. Once, long ago, we too took life to sustain our own." Her fingers tapped lightly against the alloy table. "I may never accept it, but I cannot condemn an entire people for walking a path we once did."

A quiet understanding passed between them.

Then Kal-El tilted his head, a familiar warmth returning to his voice. "So… do you still consider them barbarians?"

A quiet breath left Kara's nose, unimpressed. "No," She said, tone dry. Then, after a brief pause, the corners of her lips lifted ever so slightly. "They are not barbarians. Just… primitive."

A chuckle rumbled from Kal-El's chest as he shook his head. "I suppose I can live with that."

She studied him then, truly seeing him. He was not Kryptonian in the way she was. Never raised beneath Rao's light, never spoken their language from birth, never shaped by the same traditions.

Leaning forward, Kal-El rested his arms on the table. "Come back to the farm with me."

Tension crept into her shoulders, but before she could refuse, he pressed on.

"My parents want to see you," He continued. "They want to apologise." A faint smile tugged at his lips. "And if I'm being honest, they're worried about you. You left in the middle of the night, and you haven't exactly been answering your phone."

A scoff escaped her. "Perhaps because I have no desire to engage with that infuriating device."

Laughter flickered in his eyes. "Fair enough," He conceded, before his tone turned softer. "But I'd like you to come back, Kara. Give them… give humanity another chance."

Fingers curled against the table's edge as she averted her gaze.

"This hasn't been easy," Kal-El said, voice steady and gentle. "And I won't pretend to understand what it's like to lose everything." A solemn weight settled over his features. "But you don't have to carry that loss alone. You need people. People who will stand by you, support you." A brief hesitation, then a quiet, earnest addition. "There are good people here. Not perfect, but good. If you care to look, you might see them too."

A slow inhale filled Kara's lungs. Another pause.

"…Your parents truly wish to apologise?"

His smile returned, smaller this time. "They do."

"But…" Kara added, after a beat. "I do not understand," She admitted, her fingers lightly drumming against the table's surface. "By their own traditions, they have done nothing wrong. Why would they apologise?"

Kal-El's expression remained patient, understanding. "That doesn't matter to them," He said. "They know you're upset, and they want to make things right."

Kara frowned, her mind turning over his words. By Earth's customs, she was the outlier. The one who had reacted emotionally. The one who had walked away. And yet…

A small breath of amusement left Kal-El's lips. "Because they care about you," He said simply. "They don't see this as a matter of right or wrong. They just want you to know that you're welcome. That your feelings matter."

She studied him, searching for some flaw in the logic. Kryptonians did not apologise when no wrongdoing had occurred. The concept felt… unnecessary. Apologies were meant to acknowledge faults, to mend offences. And yet, the Kents, good, kind-hearted humans, were willing to offer one despite having done nothing against their own laws.

A strange tightness settled in her chest.

Kal-El leaned forward slightly. "Come back with me," He urged again. "Not because you owe them anything. But because you deserve to have people who care about you." His smile was small but sincere. "And they do."

Kara exhaled, eyes flickering to the remnants of the meal between them. The scent of spice still lingered in the air, mingling with the sterile chill of the Fortress.

For a long moment, she said nothing.

Then, at last, she gave a slow nod. "Very well," She murmured. "I'll go."

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The sun hung low over the Kent farm, casting long golden streaks across the fields as Kara and Kal descended from the sky. The familiar scent of tilled earth and fresh hay filled the air, a stark contrast to the sterile chill of the Fortress she had left behind.

Martha was the first to step onto the porch, her eyes warm despite the hesitance that lingered in them. Jonathan followed a moment later, wiping his hands on a rag before tucking it into his pocket. There was no tension in their stance, no lingering resentment. Only quiet hope.

"Kara," Martha said, stepping forward for an embrace. "We're so glad you're back."

The sincerity in her voice caught Kara off guard. She had expected awkwardness, discomfort. Not this immediate, unconditional acceptance.

Kal nudged her, barely noticeable. She straightened, meeting Martha's gaze. "I…" She hesitated, words slow, careful. "I leave with anger. Not fair to you." Her fingers curled at her sides. "I… am sorry."

Martha's face softened further, as if she had never once doubted that Kara would return. "There's nothing to apologise for, sweetheart."

"Not true," Jonathan said with a small chuckle. "We should've thought more. Didn't consider how this all might feel for you."

Jonathan glanced toward the pig pen, his gaze settling on the half-torn gate. The wooden slats had been hastily patched together, the repairs sturdy but rushed.

Kara followed his eyes, and her stomach clenched.

She remembered the sharp crack of wood splintering beneath her grip, the way frustration had surged hot through her veins. She had barely thought… hadn't considered, had just acted, with strength that could have done far worse than damage a simple gate.

Panic stirred in her chest. She stepped forward, scanning the enclosure with her enhanced vision. The pigs inside were unharmed, their soft grunts and lazy movements unbothered. No real damage beyond the broken wood, but still-

"I-" The words caught in her throat. She swallowed, turning quickly to Jonathan. "I not mean- I should not-"

Jonathan held up a hand, cutting off her frantic apology with an easy chuckle. "Kara, it's alright."

She shook her head. "No. Not alright. I- I use strength without care. I could have hurt..."

"That's true," Jonathan admitted, nodding toward the gate. "But trust me, you ain't the first Kryptonian to throw a tantrum on this farm."

Kara blinked.

"Clark did far worse when he was a boy," He continued with a knowing smile. "You should've seen him at sixteen. That fence got knocked down more than once." He let out a low chuckle. "Fixing up a gate? Simple."

Kara exhaled, tension easing just slightly.

They stood side by side, watching the pigs shuffle around the pen. One lazily flopped into the dirt, grunting in contentment. Another nosed at the patched-up gate, unconcerned.

Behind them, Martha and Kal spoke quietly, giving them space.

After a moment, Jonathan broke the silence. "You know," He mused, leaning against the fence, "I've been thinkin'. I'm too old for all this."

Kara glanced at him, brow furrowing. "For…?"

"The livestock," He clarified, gesturing toward the pigs. "Ain't got the energy to keep up with it anymore." A sigh left him, but there was no sadness in it, only peace. "Think I'll stick to milkin' cows and farmin' grain. That's enough for me."

Kara considered this, watching the pigs nudge at the dirt. "Then… they will stay?"

Jonathan nodded. "Yep. No more sellin' 'em off." A wry smile tugged at his lips. "Besides," His voice went down to a conspiratorial whisper. "Don't tell Clark this, but my doctor's been tellin' me to cut back on bacon. Says it's not great for the ol' heart."

Kara frowned, concern flickering across her face. "Your heart?"

Jonathan chuckled, patting his chest. "Nothin' to fret over, just gettin' older." His easy grin didn't waver. "I plan on stickin' around plenty longer."

She studied him for a moment, then exhaled, letting it go. If he wasn't worried, she supposed she wouldn't be either.

She truly understood what Kal had meant earlier.

People could change. The Kents had no obligation to do this. No reason beyond the fact that they wanted to. Not because she had demanded it. Not because they had to. But simply because they cared.

The realisation settled in her chest, warm and steady.

Not all humans were cruel. She looked at Jonathan again, this time with something closer to understanding. "…Thank you."

He just smiled. "You're welcome, kiddo."

Jonathan gave her a final nod before stepping away, leaving her alone with the pigs. Kara leaned against the fence, watching as they played, their movements unhurried and content. The simplicity of it all. The warm breeze, the quiet rustle of hay, the animals nudging and chasing one another. It felt strangely grounding.

A soft crunch of boots against dirt signalled Kal-El's approach. She didn't turn immediately, instead observing the way the pigs interacted, how carefree they were in their small world.

"You okay?" Kal's voice was softer here, more relaxed.

She finally looked up at him, and for the first time, she noticed something peculiar. Here, away from the weight of their Kryptonian fortress, his entire demeanour had shifted. His shoulders weren't squared with that impossible Kryptonian pride. Instead, they slouched just a little, a comfortable looseness to them. His smile was gentler, lacking the quiet intensity he usually carried. Even his stance, one foot casually propped against the fence, felt different.

This was not Kal-El, the last son of Krypton.

This was Clark Kent.

Kara studied him, realisation settling like a slow-moving tide. She had known Kal-El, or at least, she thought she had. But had she ever truly known Clark? Had she ever tried to?

"You act… different," She said, tilting her head.

Clark blinked. "Different?"

"You are…" She hesitated, searching for the word. "More… human."

A soft laugh left him. "Makes sense. I did grow up here."

"I know." Her brow furrowed. "But… I not see before."

For so long, she had looked at him as a Kryptonian. She had measured him against what he should be, what Rao would have wanted. The meat, eating it like it was nothing, had cracked that image. Made her see the distance between them. But here, in this place, with his family, his home… the truth was clear.

He was not just Kal-El. He was Clark.

And for the first time, she wanted to know Clark.

"I want see," She said at last, straightening. "Your life. Your… normal life."

Clark's brows lifted. "You do?"

She nodded. "I go to Metropolis. Meet family. See… what is life for you."

For a moment, Clark only looked at her, as if making sure she meant it. Then, slow and bright, a wide grin spread across his face.

"They will be so happy," He said, excitement slipping into his voice. "Seriously, they've been dying to meet you."

Kara stiffened. "Dying?"

Clark let out a small laugh. "Just words. Means they really want to see you."

She relaxed, though she gave him a dry look. "Your language. Very stupid."

Clark chuckled. "You'll get used to it." He nodded toward the house. "Come inside. Mom's making lunch."

Kara frowned. "We eat before, no?"

"Ah, you see," Clark grinned, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and steering her toward the house. "The thing about Earth moms? They always feed their kids. No matter what."

Kara sighed, shaking her head at the absurdity of humans. She let herself be guided toward the farmhouse, where the scent of home-cooked food drifted through the evening air. Kal-El was Clark, of two homes, two worlds. And somehow, he had made them fit together. Maybe, one day, she could too.

 

[Sanbashi]

Way better than, leaving her up for adoption or sending her to the future

 

[Gowonzu]

The city sprawled beneath them, stretching toward the horizon in steel and glass. Kara had seen Metropolis before, flown over it, stood in its streets, but never like this. Never with her senses so open, so aware.

She and Kal-El hovered above the skyline, their capes rippling in the breeze. Below, the city roared with life. Kara had always known Metropolis was loud, but now, every sound pressed in at once. The layered voices of a thousand conversations, the rhythmic pounding of footsteps against the pavement, the screech of tires, the low hum of electricity running through neon signs.

It wasn't overwhelming, not exactly. But it was distracting.

She glanced at Kal-El, who floated with practised ease, his gaze sweeping the city like he belonged to it.

"You do not hear all this?" She asked in Kryptonian.

"I do," He said, amused. "I just don't let it bother me."

Kara frowned, turning her attention back to the streets. Somewhere below, a dog barked, sharp and insistent. A man's heartbeat spiked as he argued into a phone. A child sniffled, on the verge of tears. She hadn't noticed these things before on her first visit. Not like this.

Kal-El must have seen the frustration on her face because he nudged her shoulder lightly. "It takes practice," He said. "You'll learn to filter it out."

She exhaled, trying to push past the distractions.

Then, a new sound cut through the noise. A sharp, panicked shouting.

Kal-El's expression shifted in an instant. Without a word, he angled downward and shot toward the streets.

Kara followed.

She hovered in the air, her heart pounding as the scene unfolded below her. She had seen Superman in action before, had watched him put out fires and carry wounded humans to safety, but this was different.

Her eyes locked onto the scene below her. Armed humans kicked open the front door of a building, their boots slamming against the glass with a deafening crash. An alarm blared into the air, cutting through the chaotic noise of the street. They pushed their way outside, shoving people as they moved, their faces masked and their hands gripping weapons of some kind.

Kara couldn't make sense of it all. She didn't know what was happening or why, but she could see the fear in the eyes of the people who were running, the panic rising as they tried to flee. It was clear that whatever was going on, it was endangering innocent lives. And that was all Kara needed to know.

Superman stood tall above the scene, calmly assessing the situation. Several of the armed humans immediately raised their hands in surrender, recognising him as the symbol of everything they couldn't fight.

Not everyone surrendered though. Vehicles filled with large bags of human money sped off in opposite directions, two trucks fleeing the scene in a panic.

Kal-El's voice cut through her panicked thoughts. "Kara, stop the second car. I'll handle the first."

Kara hesitated, her mind racing. She didn't understand what was happening, not completely. She knew these humans had done something wrong. Something bad. That much was clear. But she wasn't a hero. Not really. She had never fought anyone before, not like this. Even with all her power, there was a knot of fear in her chest.

What if I mess up?

The second car shot down the road, tires screeching as it sped away from the scene. She had to stop it. But how? Her voice trembled as she called out in broken English.

"Stop, please!" Kara cried, hovering next to the driver's window. It sounded weak, unsure. "Stop vehicle. Please-"

The human driving the truck didn't even look at her. His partner in the passenger seat leaned out the window and raised the weapon towards Kara, a wild panic in his eyes.

Kara flinched before the shots even reached her. Her instinct was to move, to dodge, but it was a reflex. Something her mind hadn't caught up to yet. The bullets struck her chest, but there was nothing. Nothing at all. She felt no pain, but the movement sent her off course. She veered away from the truck just enough for her to knock a traffic sign over, the pole crashing loudly to the ground, sparks flying.

Her heart dropped. She had made a mistake. People cried out in surprise as a traffic light landed on a parked car. Kara watched in horror as innocent humans ducked for cover out of fear. She had frightened them, and hurt Kal-El's city.

I'm supposed to help, not make things worse.

The realisation hit her hard. Kal-El never uses all his strength. He couldn't. And she shouldn't either. If she did, someone might get hurt.

I need to be careful. I need to be gentle.

Kara took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She couldn't afford to let her fear control her. Slowly, she flew behind the truck, her hands extending as she carefully gripped the back of it, easing it to a stop. Her focus was complete. The car slowed down under her guidance, tires screeching but not violently, until it came to a full halt.

The humans inside, still in panic, tried to shoot at her again. She flinched, her instincts betraying her, but she held steady. She knew the bullets couldn't hurt her. But they could hurt someone else. Someone who wasn't like her.

She hovered closer to the car, her hands shaking slightly as she reached for the guns. Kara was careful, hesitant. She didn't want to hurt them, she didn't want to hurt anyone. Gently, she pulled the weapons from their hands, one by one, feeling the tremble in her fingers with each motion.

As she hovered uncertainly, watching the violent humans as they stood, disarmed but still defiant. She had taken their guns, but now she was stuck. She didn't know what to do next. She wasn't familiar with Earth's laws or how to handle criminals. She wasn't a fighter and had never been trained for this.

More importantly, she knew she couldn't just punch them.

Kara stood stiffly as Kal-El landed beside her, his presence commanding as ever. Even without raising a hand, without a single act of force, he had already won. The remaining humans, the ones who had tried to escape, froze under his gaze.

"Stay down." He ordered, his voice calm but firm. There was no anger in it, no harshness, only certainty. The humans obeyed without question.

The wail of sirens echoed through the streets, and Kara turned her head, tracking the police vehicles before they even came into view. The officers arrived quickly, stepping out with a mix of caution and relief. Kal-El moved toward them, speaking in their language, explaining the situation in that same measured way. They listened, their respect clear, some even looking grateful that he was here.

Kara, meanwhile, stayed back.

Her hands curled into fists at her sides as she stared at the damage she had caused. The shattered traffic light, the crumpled signpost, the car beneath it. The startled humans still whispering, still watching her with wary eyes.

She had flinched.

The bullets had done nothing to her, yet she had moved as if they could. And in that moment of hesitation, she had made things worse. She had broken things. She had frightened people.

Kal-El turned back to her, his expression softening when he saw her tense posture.

"Are you okay?" He asked in Kryptonian.

Kara swallowed. For a moment, she considered lying, saying she was fine. That was what a warrior would do, wasn't it? What a hero would do?

But the words wouldn't come. Instead, she shook her head. "I- I broke things," She admitted, voice quieter than before. She gestured toward the wreckage, her stomach twisting. "I scared them."

Kal-El followed her gaze, then exhaled. Gently, he placed a hand on her shoulder.

"No one got hurt," He reminded her. "And you stopped the truck without causing more damage. That's what matters."

Kara pressed her lips together. "I flinched," She confessed. "I should not have. But I-" She hesitated, struggling to find the words.

She hadn't been afraid of getting hurt. She had known the bullets wouldn't harm her. But still, her body had reacted. The instinct to dodge, to move. It had been too strong to ignore.

Kal-El nodded. "It's different when it actually happens," He said. "Even knowing you're invulnerable, your instincts don't change overnight. But you'll get used to it."

Would she?

Kara exhaled sharply, forcing herself to focus. She looked back at the wreckage. "The city is so fragile," She murmured. "Everything here is… delicate. Like living in a world made of paper…"

Kal-El gave her a knowing look. "That's why we don't use all our strength," He said. "Not unless we have to."

Kara thought back to the way he had handled the situation. He hadn't rushed in. He hadn't needed to. Just by being there, standing as Superman, he had stopped half the humans from even trying to fight.

She glanced back at him. "Is the city always like this?"

He shook his head. "Not always. Things happen sometimes, but Metropolis is usually peaceful. It's not an everyday thing." A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Though you do seem to have caught us on a busy day."

Kara huffed, crossing her arms. "Maybe I am just bad luck." It was mostly a joke, and Kara smiled to convey that fact.

Kal-El chuckled, then gestured for her to follow. "Come on. The police have it from here. We should get moving."

Kara hesitated for only a moment, then gave one last glance at the humans still watching them.

Their fear was fading, replaced by something else. Not quite trust, not yet. But gratitude. Maybe she hadn't done everything right. But maybe, she had done enough.

With that thought, she lifted off into the sky, flying alongside Kal-El as they left the streets behind.

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Before stepping into the bustling world of the Daily Planet, Kara followed Clark into a quiet alley nearby. With a quick glance around, they touched down lightly on the pavement. Clark had already switched into his more human self, his Superman suit hidden beneath the slacks, button-up, and tie that made him Clark Kent.

Kara, meanwhile, adjusted her new outfit, the one she had picked for herself back in Smallville. A white button-up blouse tucked neatly into a soft blue skirt that fell just above her knees, paired with her Kryptonian boots which could pass as human fashion on their own. It was cute, as the woman at the store had called it. Kara didn't like the way the fabric felt, but admitted it still let her move freely. She had even added a white hairband, pushing her golden locks back in a way that kept them out of her face.

Clark gave her a once-over and smiled. "You look nice."

Kara adjusted the sleeves of her blouse, covering the suit hidden behind it. "I feel… different."

Clark chuckled. "You'll get used to it," He paused, putting on a slightly more serious face. "Now remember. We're acting as humans. You remember the cover story?"

"You are Clark Kent," She said, looking up at him with an eye-roll. As she adjusted the cuffs of her blouse, a thought struck her. "Why am I not Kara Kent?"

Clark hesitated, then gave a small smile. "Because the Kent family tree is too easy to search. If someone looked into it, they'd start asking questions we don't want them asking."

Kara frowned. "So why Danvers?"

"A friend helped set up the paperwork," Clark explained, straightening his tie. His tone was light, but there was something in his expression that told her not to push further.

Kara sighed, rolling the name around in her mind. "Kara Danvers…" She huffed. "It sounds weird."

Clark chuckled, handing Kara a second pair of glasses to complete her disguise. "You'll get used to it. Ready?"

Kara exhaled and nodded. "Ready."

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Stepping into the newsroom, Kara was immediately hit by a wave of sound, the rhythmic clatter of keyboards, the constant ringing of phones, and reporters shouting across desks. The air carried the sharp scent of ink and coffee, a strange but fitting blend of chaos and order. No wonder Clark found comfort here.

He moved through the crowded space with ease, offering nods to familiar faces. His posture shifted, shoulders slightly hunched, movements less assured. It was seamless, this transformation into Clark Kent.

Not an act, but a truth. Kal-El is Clark Kent.

Scanning the cluttered desks and pinboards filled with articles and photographs, Kara took everything in. A red-haired man approached, flashing an easy grin.

"CK! You're back! I thought you'd quit for real this time," He teased, though there was no real bite to it. His eyes flicked to Kara, curiosity lighting up his features.

Clark smiled sheepishly. "Yeah, got back just an hour ago." Then, gesturing to her, he said, "Jimmy, this is my cousin, Kara Danvers."

She offered a polite smile. "It's nice to meet you."

"Jimmy Olsen," The man said, grin widened as he shook her hand. "Welcome to the Planet! So, uh… visiting from out of town?"

A brief hesitation. "Something like that."

Before Jimmy could pry further, a sharp voice cut through the noise.

"Kent!"

An older man with grey hair strode toward them, holding up a crumpled newspaper.

Clark straightened. "Morning, Perry."

"Don't 'morning' me, Kent! You were supposed to email me that city hall report!" Perry White jabbed a finger at him before thrusting the paper into his hands. "If you ever show up on time, I might just drop dead from the shock."

Clark pushed his glasses up. "Well, we wouldn't want that, Chief."

A huff of exasperation, but no argument. Perry's sharp gaze shifted to Kara. "And who's this?"

"Kara Danvers," Clark said smoothly. "My cousin."

"Hmph." Perry gave her a once-over, then nodded. "Welcome to the Planet, kid. Try not to pick up any of Kent's bad habits."

With that, he turned and stormed off, already barking orders at another reporter.

Kara blinked. "He is… intense."

Clark chuckled. "That's just Perry."

Before Kara could respond, another voice joined the conversation, sharp and confident.

"Well, well. Look who finally decided to show up."

Quick, purposeful strides brought a dark-haired woman closer. Sharp eyes, an air of absolute authority. Lois Lane.

Recognition was immediate. They had met before, briefly, when Kara ventured into Metropolis alone. Back then, she hadn't known Lois was Kal-El's wife.

Lois' gaze flicked to her, a small, knowing smile appearing before she looked at Clark. "You're late," She said, holding out a folder. "Your contact at City Hall called, wanted to clarify a quote. Since you weren't answering your phone, they tried me."

Clark sighed, taking the folder. "Thanks, Lois."

Attention fully on Kara now, Lois studied her for a moment before offering a friendly smile. "And you must be Kara."

Kara hesitated for only a second before nodding. "Yes. It's nice to meet you."

Lois' smirk widened slightly. "I have a feeling we've met before."

A fraction of a second's tension passed through Kara, but Lois didn't elaborate. Instead, she gestured toward her office. "Come on. Let's talk somewhere quieter."

With a reassuring look from Clark, Kara followed her through the bustling newsroom. The moment the door closed behind them, the noise dimmed.

Leaning against her desk, Lois folded her arms. "Alright. Now we can talk properly." A warm smile softened her sharp demeanour. "Welcome to the family, Kara."

Before a response could form, she stepped forward and wrapped Kara in a quick but firm hug. The embrace was grounding, familiar in its strength, yet fierce in a way that made it clear Lois had already decided Kara was important to her.

When Lois pulled back, she was smiling. "It's good to finally meet you. Clark's been talking about you non-stop since you got here."

Kara blinked in surprise. "He has?"

"Oh yeah," Lois said, shooting Clark a look. "You have no idea how happy he's been."

Clark pushed his glasses up, clearly uncomfortable with the attention. "I wouldn't say non-stop-"

"He has," Lois interrupted, grinning.

Kara glanced at her cousin, who looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. Warmth spread through her chest. She knew Kal-El cared for her, but hearing that he had spoken about her so much, so happily, made something settle inside her.

Still, something didn't make sense.

Her brow furrowed. "If… if you wanted meet me, why… you say nothing when we talk before? Why you no tell me about marriage?"

For just a second, Lois' expression faltered before she turned a sharp gaze on Clark. "That's a good question." One brow arched. "Clark, why didn't you tell Kara about us?"

A sigh escaped Clark, and he already knew he was in trouble. "I was going to. I just… didn't want to overwhelm her with everything all at once." His eyes softened as he looked at Kara. "You had a lot to adjust to. I didn't want to make it harder."

Lois rolled her eyes but didn't argue. Instead, she turned back to Kara, her expression softening. "I really am sorry about that first meeting. I was in work mode. When I'm chasing a story, I have to ask the questions the public wants answered. I needed to be seen doing my job."

Kara considered this. She had seen what Lois was like as a reporter. Sharp, relentless, focused. She could understand the need to separate personal life from professional work.

Lois sighed, rubbing her temple. "And honestly? Even if I wanted to write something more personal, I couldn't. I can't publish information I learn at home."

Kara frowned slightly. "Why not?"

A smirk appeared on Lois's face. "Because that would make me a terrible wife."

A blink, then a quiet laugh. Fair enough.

Leaning back, Lois continued, "Besides, Clark's been pretty tight-lipped about you." She shot him a pointed look as Kara frowned in confusion at the conflicting statement. "About the stuff that really matters. Oh, he'll tell me about how fast you're picking up English or how you can supposedly create food from thin air-"

Kara shot Clark a disapproving glance. "I explain this already. Cannot make food from nothing."

He shrugged. "She deserves her privacy."

"I get it," Lois nodded, turning back to Kara. "And for what it's worth, I do want to know you, Kara. Not just as Supergirl, but as Clark's cousin."

The warmth in her voice made something settle further inside Kara. "I want to know you too."

Lois grinned. "Good. Because like I said. Welcome to the family."

Hesitation flickered across Kara's face before she finally voiced the other question lingering in her mind. "Still, we met before… you say nothing about being wife of Kal-El."

Lois' smirk softened. "Because I'm married to Clark Kent," She said simply. "Not Superman," Then, she huffed a small chuckle. "Also, it's hard to have that conversation in public, and you already looked so skittish."

That answer required a moment's thought, but eventually, Kara nodded. "I… understand."

Lois raised an eyebrow. "You sure?"

"Yes. It is… secret?"

Lois nodded. "Exactly."

Accepting it easily, Kara smiled. "Is okay. Am happy to meet wife of Kal-El."

Lois chuckled, shaking her head. "Kal-El. It's still so weird hearing someone call him that." She shot Clark a teasing grin. "Sounds way too grand for a guy who forgets to pick up milk."

Clark sighed. "I told you, I got distracted."

"By a kitten in a tree," Lois deadpanned.

Kara, amused, turned her attention back to Lois. "You do not like name?"

"Nah, it's not that," Lois shook her head. "It's just… Clark's Clark to me, you know? But now you've got me curious. If I did start calling him Kal-El, what would my name be?"

Kara tilted her head. "What you mean?"

"Well, I'm married to Kal-El, would I be Lois-El?"

With immediate disapproval, Kara shook her head. "No. You take full name."

Lois blinked. "Wait, full name?"

Kara gave a firm nod. "You would be… Lois Kal-El."

Silence stretched between them as Lois processed that. "Huh."

"Same as me," Kara continued. "I am Kara Zor-El. Is name from father. Only change if marry another man."

Lois made a face. "So I'd just become my husband's full name? No thanks. I'll stick with Lois Lane." She muttered under her breath, "Another patriarchal society. Fantastic."

Clark cleared his throat. "Speaking of names, have you been following the crime reports?"

The teasing glint in Lois' eyes vanished, replaced by sharp focus. "Of course. There's been a noticeable uptick in activity. Robberies, smuggling, even some high-profile weapons deals."

Clark frowned. "Any idea why?"

"It's simple, Smallville." She leaned against her desk, arms crossed. "When Superman's distracted, criminals get bolder."

Kara's brow furrowed. "Distracted?"

A knowing look passed between them before Lois turned back to Kara. "You're kind of a big deal, kid. Clark's been helping you settle in, showing you the ropes. Meanwhile, the city's noticed he hasn't been around as much."

That didn't sit well. Clark folded his arms. "That still doesn't explain why crime is suddenly spiking."

Lois reached for a file on her desk, flipping it open before sliding it toward him. "That's where my investigation comes in. I've been digging, and I'm pretty sure someone's bankrolling this whole mess."

Clark opened the file, scanning the notes and reports. "Who?"

Lois leaned back, a smirk forming. "The trail leads to Gotham."

He exhaled sharply. "That's never good."

"Figured you'd say that," She said, clearly enjoying herself. "So I took the liberty of getting some intel."

His gaze lifted. "You talked to Bruce?"

That smirk widened. "Nope. Got it from someone way more fun."

Clark's expression darkened. "Lois-"

"Relax, Boy Scout. It was just a chat."

Kara glanced between them, confused. "Who?"

Lois casually examined her nails. "Selina."

A groan escaped Clark, even as Kara was left hopelessly confused by the conversation.

With a shrug, Lois replied, "What can I say? We have brunch sometimes."

Kara blinked. "What is brunch?"

Dramatically, Lois sighed. "Oh, honey. We have to fix that."

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The conversation had flowed easily, despite the occasional hiccups in translation. Lois had shared bits and pieces of her life before meeting Clark, how she started at the Daily Planet, her relentless pursuit of stories, and the moment she first realised Clark Kent was more than just a mild-mannered reporter. Kara listened intently, absorbing every detail, though the language barrier made expressing her thoughts a challenge. Still, Lois was patient, filling in gaps when needed, and Kara found herself enjoying the exchange.

Eventually, Lois checked the time and sighed. "I'd love to stay longer, but I have to go pick up Jon. I'll meet you two back at home for lunch."

Kara blinked, processing the statement. "You go to Smallville?"

Lois paused. "What?"

"Jonathan Kent… he is in Smallville, yes?"

Clark turned away to hide a smile, but Lois immediately saw through him. She slowly turned to face him, arms crossed. "You didn't tell her?"

Pushing his glasses up, he offered an innocent shrug. "I figured I'd wait until she was ready."

Lois let out a frustrated sigh. "Clark."

He held up his hands in defence. "What? I said I didn't want to overwhelm her with everything all at once." His lips twitched in amusement. "And, at this point, I thought it'd be more fun as a surprise."

Kara glanced between them, still completely lost. "Surprise?"

Clark shot her a knowing wink but said nothing.

Lois pinched the bridge of her nose, clearly exasperated. "You're impossible."

Kara frowned, sensing she was missing something important, but before she could question it further, Lois grabbed her bag. "Fine. Have fun at the Planet. I'll see you two at home." She shot Clark one last pointed look before heading out, muttering under her breath about someone enjoying their secrets too much.

Still confused but trusting Clark, Kara let it go, for now. Instead, she turned her attention back to her cousin as he smiled warmly. "Come on, I'll show you around. If you're going to get to know this world, you should see what my life here is really like."

Clark guided Kara through the bustling newsroom, weaving between desks stacked high with papers and ringing phones. The energy of the Daily Planet was unlike anything she had ever experienced, chaotic yet focused, loud yet purposeful. The sheer volume of human voices, all speaking over one another, was overwhelming at first, but Kara quickly realised that beneath the noise was a kind of harmony. Everyone here had a role to play, and despite their differences, they worked together seamlessly.

As they walked, Clark pointed things out. "That's where the editors sit. If you ever hear shouting from over there, it probably means someone's missed a deadline." He gestured toward a group of reporters huddled near a whiteboard filled with notes and headlines. "And that's the investigations team. They dig into bigger stories. Corruption, crime, politics."

Kara nodded, fascinated. On Krypton, information had been carefully curated, streamlined, and delivered through Brainiac's data systems. Reporters had existed, but not like this, not running around, chasing leads, arguing over wording. The Daily Planet felt so much more… alive.

A familiar voice called out, breaking her thoughts.

"Hey, Clark!"

Jimmy Olsen jogged over, camera slung around his neck. He shot Kara a friendly grin. "And Kara, right? We met earlier."

She smiled back. "Yes. Kara."

Jimmy tilted his head. "So, where you from again? I don't think I caught it."

Before she could answer, another reporter chimed in from nearby. "Oh yeah, I was wondering that too! Your accent's hard to place."

Kara hesitated, glancing at Clark. Who also looked to be caught off guard by the question.

She thought for a moment before answering. "Europe?" She guessed, remembering the name of the continent and how some people in Smallville assumed she was from there.

Jimmy chuckled. "Yeah, no kidding. Eastern Europe?"

"Maybe Scandinavian?" Someone else suggested.

A woman at the next desk shook her head. "No way, she doesn't sound Scandinavian. I'd guess somewhere more… Central Europe?"

Kara glanced between them, amused by their speculation but unsure how to respond. Clark stepped in smoothly. "Yeah, it's Central-ish... But uh, she's still working on her English, so some words are tricky."

Jimmy grinned. "Well, you're doing great so far. And hey, if you ever need help, I got a translation app on my phone!"

Kara smiled. The humans were so eager to be helpful, it was a kindness she appreciated.

As the morning went on, she absorbed everything she could. She watched Clark type up an article, eyes scanning the keyboard with impressive speed.

Even the gossip and humour in the office fascinated her, people chatting about weekend plans, office coffee complaints, and someone's cat who had apparently taken over their laptop at home.

It was different from Krypton in so many ways. Louder, messier, less efficient. But as Kara listened to the hum of conversation and watched the easy camaraderie between colleagues, she felt something familiar beneath it all. There was purpose here, a shared drive to seek out truth, to understand the world.

She lingered by Clark's desk, flipping through a newspaper, her fingers tracing the printed words she still couldn't read. The material was crude compared to Kryptonian data transfers via optical hologram links, but the intent was the same.

"Not a lot of people read those anymore," Clark remarked, leaning against his desk. At Kara's questioning look, he explained, "Printed media is… dying, I guess you could say. Most people get their news from their phones now."

Kara frowned, pulling the phone Clark had given her from her pocket. The sleek little device still felt unnatural in her hands. And it was frustrating, every time she tried to use it, something went wrong. Her fingers moved too fast, or she accidentally activated the wrong function.

Clark chuckled at her expression. "You'll get used to it." A phrase that Kara was beginning to hate.

She wasn't so sure. But as Jimmy strolled by, launching into an animated retelling of a recent assignment gone wrong, Kara found herself caught up in the moment, listening as the others laughed along.

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As they stepped out of the Daily Planet and into the streets of Metropolis, Kara winced. The moment they left the relative quiet of the newsroom, the full force of the city hit her like a tidal wave.

Car horns blared, sirens wailed in the distance, dozens- No, hundreds ,of conversations overlapped all around her. Somewhere, a dog barked. A baby cried. A street musician strummed a guitar.

She squeezed her eyes shut, pressing her fingers against her temples. "Too much," She muttered in Kryptonian.

Clark placed a steadying hand on her shoulder. "I know. It was the same for me at first." His voice was calm, grounding. "Come on, let's get home. I'll show you how to handle it."

Kara nodded stiffly, following him as they took to the skies. The flight helped a little, the wind rushing past her ears dulled some of the overwhelming noise, but as soon as they landed on the balcony of Clark's apartment, the chaos pressed in again.

She hesitated, staring out over the city skyline. "How do you live like this?" she asked. "It never stops."

Clark stepped inside, gesturing for her to follow. "You learn to tune it out," He explained. "It takes time, but eventually, your brain stops treating every sound as important."

Kara crossed her arms, sceptical. "And until then?"

Clark grinned. "Until then, you cheat."

He sat on the couch and patted the space beside him. She hesitated before joining him.

"Close your eyes," He instructed.

She did.

"Now," He continued, "Instead of hearing everything at once, pick just one sound. Focus on it."

Kara furrowed her brow. "Which?"

"Anything. Something close."

She concentrated, struggling against the flood of noise until- There. A steady, rhythmic sound. A heartbeat.

Her eyes snapped open. "Yours."

Clark nodded. "Good. Now, try shifting to something else. The clock in the kitchen. The wind outside."

It was difficult at first, but as she followed his guidance, something clicked. The chaos of sound around her began to feel… manageable. Not gone, but no longer crushing.

Clark smiled at her progress. "See? You'll get there."

She exhaled slowly, the tension in her shoulders easing.

As Kara continued focusing, the layers of sound separated like threads in a tapestry. The hum of the refrigerator. The rustle of leaves outside. The rhythmic tick of the wall clock. And then-

A heartbeat. Steady, familiar.

Lois.

Kara blinked, surprised at how easily she recognised it. She was getting the hang of this. But before she could say anything, something else caught her attention. Another heartbeat.

Softer. Lighter.

Her brow furrowed. There was someone with Lois. Someone smaller.

She sat up, eyes snapping toward the door just as it opened.

Lois stepped inside, holding a young boy's hand.

"Clark, Kara," Lois said with a grin. "We're back."

Kara didn't move. She couldn't. She stared at the boy, heart pounding, mind refusing to process what she was seeing.

A child.

But no- not just a child.

Her breath hitched as she took him in. Dark hair, slightly unruly like he'd been running his fingers through it all morning. Wide, blue eyes that sparkled with energy, so eerily familiar it sent a jolt through her chest.

He looked so much like Kal-El.

Not Kal as he was now, but Kal as she remembered him. As a baby, swaddled in his crib. As a toddler, barely steady on his feet, clutching at her hand.

Jon looked barely a Kryptonian year older than Kal had been when she last saw him. And yet, Kal was a man now. Standing beside her. Smiling.

Clark stood, his usual warmth in his voice. "Kara, this is Jon." He placed a hand on the boy's shoulder, smiling proudly. "My son."

A sharp inhale was all Kara managed.

It didn't make sense. Kryptonians and humans- this wasn't possible. It shouldn't be possible. As similar as they were in shape, they were two different species.

And yet… here he was.

A continuation of the House of El. A living bridge between Krypton and Earth.

She barely registered the way her vision blurred until a tear slipped down her cheek. Then, without thinking, she dropped to her knees in front of the boy and pulled him into a tight hug.

Jon stiffened at first, confused, but didn't resist. "Uhh…" He glanced up at his dad. "Is she okay?"

Clark chuckled. "She's just happy to meet you, buddy."

Kara pulled back slightly, hands still on Jon's shoulders. Her voice was thick with emotion. "You… you are real."

"Surprise…" Clark said quietly, smilling down at the two.

She let out a breathy laugh, her grip on the boy loosening as she swiped at her damp eyes. "I- sorry, I just-" She looked between Clark and Lois, overwhelmed. "I never thought-" But the words refused to come. She shook her head instead, trying to steady herself.

Lois gave her a knowing look but didn't press.

Jon, watching her with wide, curious eyes, gave her a shy smile. "Dad said you didn't know about me yet," He beamed, his voice high and earnest. "It's okay! I knew about you, though! I've been waiting forever to meet you!"

Kara let out a shaky laugh, nodding. "Yeah… it's big surprise." She took a moment to really look at him again, his small face, the dark curls, the bright blue eyes that were so much like Kal's. Her mind supplied the Kryptonian word for second cousin, assuming that's what Jon must be to her.

Then Jon gasped, eyes lighting up. "Wait! If you're Dad's cousin, that makes you my-" He scrunched his nose, thinking hard before looking up at Clark. "What's the word?"

Clark smirked. "Aunt."

Jon's face lit up. "Aunt!" He turned back to her, bouncing on his heels. "I have another aunt? For real?"

The word hit Kara harder than she expected. Aunt. Not just some distant relation. Family. Kal's family. Her family. A warm, shaky feeling spread through her chest as she swallowed past the lump in her throat.

She exhaled, then squared her shoulders, nodding firmly. "Yes," She said, her voice cracking under the tears as she embraced the new title wholeheartedly. "I am your aunt."

Jon's grin stretched impossibly wide. "That's so cool!" He wiggled excitedly, then quickly leaned in to whisper, as if sharing a big secret. "Do you got powers too?"

Kara glanced at Lois, whose raised brow was clear enough.

"She just got here, buddy," Lois said, crossing her arms. "Let her breathe before you start grilling her."

Jon pouted for half a second before brightening again. "Okay! But- Um. Can I sit next to her at lunch?"

Kara let out another soft laugh, overwhelmed but so full of something warm.

Clark draped an arm over her shoulders, squeezing gently. "Come on," He said, guiding them toward the dining table. "Let's eat."

Jon grabbed her hand excitedly as they walked, already chatting about the toys he wanted to show her after lunch.

Still shaken, but no longer lost, Kara followed, glancing down at the little boy who was so impossibly real.

Krypton was gone. But the House of El lived.

And she was part of it.

 

[Gowonzu]

The sky stretched wide and open around them, the air crisp and bright as Kara soared above Metropolis. Wind rushed past her ears, tugging at her hair, but she barely noticed, too focused on staying steady.

Jon flew beside her like he was born to it, rolling lazily through the air, arms crossed behind his head. It looked so easy for him. Every movement was natural, effortless. He didn't even have to think about it.

Kara, on the other hand, had to think about everything. The angle of her arms, the way she tilted her body. Too much, and she'd end up spiralling sideways. Too little, and she'd drop lower without meaning to.

"Relax," Jon said, grinning as he twisted mid-air and started flying backward like it was the simplest thing in the world. "You're all stiff. Flying's supposed to be fun."

She huffed, trying to adjust the way she hovered. "Is work when brain not knowing what body is doing."

Jon tilted his head. "You'll get it," He said easily. "Dad taught you the basics, right?"

She huffed. "Kal teach me, but I still-" Her hand waved vaguely as she tried to find the words. "Stopping hard. Turning hard. Always go too fast or too slow."

Jon nodded. "Yeah, okay," He pointed toward the city below. "Wanna try weaving through the buildings? Might help you learn turning?"

Kara frowned at the skyline. Tall glass towers, narrow streets, so many things to crash into. Her stomach tightened. "Bad idea."

"Only if you hit something," Jon grinned in amusement. It took Kara a short moment to realise he was making a joke. "You just need more training. That's all."

A frown tugged at her lips. "I trained on Krypton. Am aca- academ- academ?…" The English word was on the tip of her tongue, but she lost it. "Am scientist. Train mind for knowledge. Not… this. She gestured vaguely at the sky, at her own awkward posture.

Her stomach dropped as she realised she was once again tilting sideways again. Gritting her teeth, she flailed for balance, nearly overcorrecting before catching herself.

Jon helped her flip right-side up again, watching her struggle with a concerned tilt to his head. "Come on, I had trouble too. Mom freaked when I started floating in my sleep. Sent me to Grandpa's farm for, like, a month so I wouldn't set the house on fire."

Kara blinked. "Floating in sleep?"

"Yeah. And the heat vision? Total nightmare." He shuddered. "Woke up once and nearly melted my bed."

A small, surprised laugh bubbled up in Kara's throat. "This… happen when how old?"

Jon thought for a moment. "Uh… last year? So six?

She stared. "You have year practice."

"Two years," He grinned. "You've had, what, a month? You'll get better!" His expression brightened. "Oh! Have you tried X-ray vision yet?"

She blinked. "What?"

Jon stared at her. "…You don't know you have X-ray vision?"

Confusion flickered across her face. "I can do that?"

"Oh, oh!" He beamed, getting excited all over again. "Okay, wow, we have so much to cover."

Kara stared at Jon, eyes narrowing in suspicion. "You joke."

"Nope!" Jon grinned, tapping his temple. "X-ray vision, super hearing, cold breath. You totally have it. Dad says all Kryptonians under a yellow sun do."

"Freeze breath?"

"Yeah! You can, like, freeze stuff." He took a deep breath, then exhaled sharply. The air before him shimmered, frost forming in the shape of his breath before vanishing into the wind. "See?"

Kara's mouth opened, then closed again. Jon kept going, listing things she didn't even realise she had. Microscopic vision. Super breath. Kara listened, overwhelmed but fascinated.

She drifted for a moment, watching Jon fly with the kind of ease she could only dream of. He made it look effortless, like breathing. Kara was still figuring out what her body could even do. But at least she wasn't alone.

She smiled to herself. Back on Krypton, she had no siblings. No cousins her age. But here, she had Kal. She had Jon. Both were still out of her age group. But it was nice.

"I like having nephew," She said aloud, glancing at Jon. "You help. Teach me."

"Well, yeah!" Jon grinned. "We gotta stick together, right?"

She nodded, then sighed. "Wish I meet more like us. Others learning powers. Maybe Kal have more secret family?" Kara chuckled at the joke.

Jon snorted. "More surprise Kryptonians?"

"Maybe," Kara said, amused.

He laughed, but after a second, his face shifted in thought. "Well… there is Conner."

Kara perked up. "Conner?"

"Yeah, he's kinda like my brother. But, uh… not exactly." Kara frowned at his statement and Jon rubbed the back of his head. "It's complicated. He's, uh… Dad's clone."

She blinked. That couldn't be right. Kryptonian cloning was… illegal. No, worse- it was sacrilege. The only clones ever made on Krypton weren't considered real people. Soulless. Empty. Used for organ replacement, then discarded.

Her stomach twisted at the thought.

"Conner lives in San Francisco," Jon added. "With the Titans. Him and Dad… they don't always get along."

Kara wanted to ask more. What kind of person was Conner? Did he think like a Kryptonian? Did he know how his existence would've been seen on Krypton?

Before she could speak, a distant boom shattered the air. Then another. Sharp cracks of gunfire followed, echoing between the buildings below.

Kara's head snapped toward the city. Jon tensed beside her.

Something was very, very wrong.

"Crime?"

"Probably," Jon's expression was serious now, the easy joy from before fading. He exhaled, glancing toward the city. "I, uh… I can't go. Mom and Dad say I'm not ready yet. No hero stuff 'til I'm older."

Kara nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly with that. Her first thought was to fly the boy home, focusing on her family's safety over any incident taking place in the city.

Jon looked at her, suddenly hopeful. "But you could do it."

"Me!?" Kara's stomach twisted.

Jon nodded. "Dad's off-world with League work. Someone's gotta help, right?"

Her hands clenched at her sides. She wasn't Superman. She wasn't even close. But the sirens wailed out as voices cried out for help below.

She took a steadying breath, then she flew toward the city.

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The city streets were chaos.

Flashing traffic lights blinked erratically, horns blared as cars screeched to avoid collisions, and storefronts flickered as their electrical signs overloaded. Overhead cables snapped, arcing with energy.

Kara took it all in with wide eyes as she descended, landing hard enough to crack the pavement beneath her. Her nerves buzzed, but she straightened her shoulders, trying to look as confident as Kal always did.

Then, she spotted the source of the destruction.

A woman stood at the center of the street, electricity crackling between her fingers. Pale blue skin and short white hair that spiked upward. She wore a smug grin as she watched the city fall into chaos around her, the glow of static energy pulsing in her palms.

Kara didn't know who she was. But everything about her screamed danger.

Swallowing, she stepped forward. "Stop."

The woman turned lazily toward her, raising an unimpressed brow. "Oh, finally. I was wondering when Big Blue would show up." She flicked a spark between her fingers, unconcerned. "Took you long enough."

Kara faltered. She's expecting Kal.

The woman's sharp eyes flicked over her, and her grin widened. "Wait a second… You're not him."

Kara clenched her fists. "I- I stop you."

The villain snorted. "Oh, honey. No, you won't."

And before Kara could react, a bolt of lightning shot straight at her.

Pain exploded across her body. Kara gasped, staggering backward as her nerves burned. Her muscles locked, seizing up from the sudden charge.

The woman, whoever she was, laughed. "What, first time getting zapped? Hate to break it to ya, sweetheart, but Superman usually shrugs this off."

Kara barely heard her. She gritted her teeth, forcing herself to stand. Her skin still tingled, but she pushed past the pain. She had to stop this.

Lifting off the ground, she rushed forward, throwing a punch-

The blue woman smirked, dodging with ease. She surged past Kara in a blur of electricity, reappearing behind her. "Too slow."

Something slammed into Kara's back, sending her crashing into a car. Metal crunched under her weight as she groaned, disoriented.

Too fast. She's too fast.

A scream ripped through the air. Civilians. Kara's head snapped up. In the chaos, a mother clutched her child, frozen in fear as a stray jolt was sparking toward them.

Kara moved.

She blurred in front of them just in time, taking the hit herself. The electricity sent another shockwave of pain through her, but she gritted her teeth, standing her ground.

The mother grabbed her child and ran. Kara exhaled, relieved. But when she turned back to woman, her patience was gone.

Anger flared.

She launched herself forward, faster, hitting harder. Her punch sent the villain skidding back and forming into pure energy for a moment. The villain reformed with a wicked grin. "Oh, so you do have some fight in you after all."

Kara didn't reply. She swung again. Faster, sharper. The villain dodged, but barely. The street cracked under Kara's force.

She felt the heat rise in her eyes.

Her anger surged, her vision blurring red. She could feel the heat vision burning behind her gaze, begging to be unleashed. She clenched her jaw, struggling to keep it in check.

Focus, control it-

The woman smirked. "Oh, this is fun."

Another bolt. This one stronger. Kara flinched, barely blocking in time. The electricity still burned.

She gritted her teeth. Too much. Too fast. She wasn't winning.

Her mind raced. What would Kal do? How did he fight enhanced people and protect the city while keeping himself in control?

Kara barely had time to catch her breath before another surge of electricity crackled through the air. She twisted, but the bolt still clipped her shoulder, sending a sharp jolt of pain down her arm. She staggered back, gritting her teeth as her muscles twitched.

The villain, still smirking, tilted her head. "Huh. Tougher than I thought." Sparks danced between her fingertips as she stalked forward. "Still, I gotta wonder, what happens if I actually fry you? Think Supes would be mad if I roasted his sidekick?"

Kara forced herself to stand tall. "Not sidekick."

The woman's grin widened. "Oh, I like that fire. But seriously, what are you to him? Some kind of intern?" She flicked a stray bolt at Kara, just to watch her flinch. "Or, oh, wait. Maybe a long-lost sister?"

Kara's fists clenched, tensing as the villain raised both hands, the glow of her electricity intensifying.

The villain laughed, crackling energy coiling around her arms. "Ooooh, I hope so. That's even better. I wonder how Superman will react when he finds out I turned his baby sister into a pile of ashes."

Before she could unleash her attack a golden lasso snapped around her wrists.

The villain barely had time to yelp before she was yanked off her feet and slammed into the pavement. The electric charge around her flickered, the sudden impact breaking her focus.

A shadow fell over them.

"You fought well," A steady, commanding voice said. "But you're not ready for this fight."

Kara blinked, breath still heavy from exertion. A woman stood before her, tall and powerful, draped in crimson and gold. A golden tiara rested against her brow, dark curls flowing behind her as if caught in an unseen wind. Her armour gleamed under the flickering city lights, and in her grip, she held the glowing lasso that bound the struggling villain.

Kara could only stare.

The woman turned her attention to the pinned villain, her expression unwavering. "Stand down, Livewire."

Livewire hissed, struggling against the lasso. "Ugh, now you? I was just starting to have fun."

The warrior's eyes narrowed. "You know how this ends."

Livewire's lips curled into a snarl. Sparks flared around her-

And then, in a blur of movement.

Before Kara could process what was happening, the woman deflected a stray burst of electricity with her metal bracers, closing the distance with impossible speed. A swift strike to Livewire's midsection sent the villain reeling, and with one smooth motion, the warrior swept her legs out from under her.

Livewire hit the ground hard.

She barely had time to curse before the woman tightened the lasso around her, cutting off any attempt at retaliation.

Kara had never seen anyone fight like this before. Every movement was precise, controlled. There was no hesitation, no wasted effort. Just pure, disciplined skill.

It was over in seconds.

Livewire groaned, struggling weakly. "Ugh. Stupid magic rope…"

The warrior ignored her, securing the bindings before standing to her full height. Her piercing blue eyes met Kara's.

"You're strong," She said, her voice calm but firm. "But strength alone won't win a battle."

Kara could only nod, still processing what had just happened.

This woman, whoever she was, was incredible. She fought with the ease of someone who had done this a thousand times before. And she was beautiful.

Not just in appearance, though Kara couldn't help but notice that, too. But in the way she moved, the way she carried herself, like she belonged on the battlefield, born for it.

Kara swallowed, suddenly feeling very, very young.

"…Who are you?" She asked.

The woman studied her for a moment before offering a hand, pulling Kara back up to her feet.

"I am Diana of Themyscira." Then, after a brief pause, she added. "But you may know me as Wonder Woman."

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The battle was over, but Kara's heart was still racing.

Her fists remained clenched as she surveyed the aftermath. Streetlights flickered erratically, cars lay abandoned in the road, and the scent of burnt metal lingered in the air. Civilians peered cautiously from their hiding places, hesitant to re-enter the street.

Livewire groaned from where she lay restrained, but Kara barely noticed. Her body hummed with leftover adrenaline, her muscles coiled tight.

She had lost.

She had rushed in, thinking she could handle it, that she could be just like her cousin. Instead, Kara had nearly lost control. She had been caught off guard and reckless, too focused on striking back instead of thinking smarter.

And if Wonder Woman hadn't shown up…

Her jaw tightened.

"You're still holding tension."

Kara turned, startled. Diana stood nearby, watching her with an expression that was neither critical nor pitying. Just understanding.

She looked away, trying to steady herself. "Am fine."

"You're angry." Diana said, her gaze didn't waver even as Kara kept looking away. "At the villain, at yourself. You think you failed."

Kara exhaled sharply, turning back to the taller woman, her shoulders stiff. "I did fail."

Diana stepped closer, her voice calm but firm. "Failure isn't losing a battle. It's refusing to learn from it."

"I should have done better." Kara frowned, arms crossing in frustration.

She knew metahumans existed. Kal had explained that much to her. But she had underestimated them. She had assumed her strength, her speed, her Kryptonian physiology would be enough. Now, pain still hummed in her muscles from the electricity, and doubt gnawed at her mind. She had been careless.

Diana studied her for a moment before speaking. "This was your first real fight, wasn't it?"

Kara hesitated, then gave a small nod.

"Then you fought bravely," Diana said.

The words took Kara by surprise. Coming from a warrior like Diana, the compliment felt… real. Earned. A small, warm flicker lit in her chest. But it was gone just as quickly when Diana's proud tone shifted, becoming serious.

"But bravery without control can be dangerous."

Kara's fists clenched again. "Am not warrior," She argued. "I never want fight. Am… academic." The word finally came to her, though she said it wrong in her accent.

Diana tilted her head slightly. "You believe that being a scholar and being a warrior are separate things?"

Kara exhaled sharply. "Yes! They are." She gestured at herself, then Diana. "You are warrior. I- was trained for science. Discovery. My life… before…" She faltered for a second but quickly recovered. "Before this. Was not like Kal's."

Diana nodded, but her expression remained firm. "And yet, here you stand. In the middle of a battlefield."

Kara's jaw tightened. "Is not choice."

"Isn't it?" Diana studied her carefully. Kara opened her mouth, but Diana continued. "You had every reason to run. You could have left this fight to someone else. But you stayed. You fought."

Struggling to find the words, Kara looked away.

Diana softened, but her conviction didn't waver. "There is no shame in being a scientist, Kara. But do not mistake yourself for something you are not. You stepped into battle because you could not stand by while others suffered. That is a warrior's heart."

"No…" Kara flinched. Warriors had their purpose on Krypton, in times of crisis. But they were also people of pain and violence. Kara wanted no part in that, she was not a-

Diana took a step forward. "It is not an insult," She placed a hand on Kara's shoulder, grounding but not forceful. "You think I fight because I like war?" She shook her head. "No. I fight because I must. Because the world needs me to."

Kara stared at her, breathing unevenly.

"You have a warrior's spirit," Diana said. "But no training. That is why you lost today."

"I don't want to be warrior." Kara grumbled. Diana frowned at her statement as Kara doubled down. "Am scientist..."

"If that is the path the gods have set you on, then I shall not dissuade you," Diana said, arms folding as she observed Kara with a measured gaze. "But you do need control. Because one day, whether you want to or not, you will have to fight."

A lump formed in Kara's throat. She hated the truth in those words.

"Warrior or not," Diana continued, voice steady, "You must be ready."

Before Kara could respond, a sudden gust of wind sent loose debris scattering across the cracked pavement. The familiar rush of displaced air made her stomach twist even before she saw him.

Superman landed lightly nearby, cape settling around him as he scanned the aftermath. His sharp eyes flicked over the damaged street, the abandoned cars, and Livewire, still bound in Diana's glowing lasso. But when his gaze landed on Kara, it softened with concern.

"Kara."

She straightened instinctively, forcing herself to meet his eyes.

His attention shifted briefly to Diana, and his expression turned apologetic. "Sorry I'm late. Off-world diplomacy." The warmth in his voice couldn't quite mask his regret. "Thank you for stepping in."

Diana nodded. "You would have done the same."

Looking back at Kara, Clark studied her carefully. "I heard you were here first." Kara hesitated, then nodded. His expression softened, but his gaze was careful. "Are you okay?"

Kara forced a nod. "I… tried."

A small, proud smile touched his lips, but the worry in his eyes didn't fade. "That's what matters." Before he could say more, Diana spoke again.

"She has potential," She said, watching Kara closely. "But she lacks control."

Kara stiffened, but Clark didn't argue. He only sighed, exhaling through his nose as his gaze flickered to her again. "I know."

Diana met his gaze evenly. "Let me take her to Themyscira."

Kara blinked. "What?"

Diana turned fully toward her. "Come with me. Let me teach you."

The name meant nothing to her. She frowned. "What is… Themyscira?" The unfamiliar word felt clumsy on her tongue.

Clark answered before Diana could. "It's an island," He explained, voice gentler now. "Hidden from the world, home to the Amazons. It's where Diana was trained."

Kara's brow furrowed. That only made her more wary. "But- I'm not warrior."

"This isn't about war," Diana said simply. "It's about control."

Kara took a hesitant step back, away from the warrior woman.

Diana studied her carefully before continuing, "You rely on brute force because it comes naturally. But it won't always be enough. Training will teach you precision. Strategy. And more importantly, it will teach you discipline."

The words lingered uncomfortably in Kara's mind, but before she could form a reply, Diana took a step closer. "Your emotions guide your power," she said, quieter now, but no less firm. "Today, you nearly lost control."

Kara flinched, looking away. She didn't need to be reminded.

Diana's voice remained steady. "I can help you. Before it happens again."

Kara's jaw tightened. Her gaze flickered to Clark, searching for an escape, but he didn't offer one.

For a long moment, he just watched her, thoughtful and careful, weighing his words. Then, finally, he sighed. "I won't make this decision for you."

Relief flickered through her chest. Though it was short-lived.

"But," He added, meeting her eyes, "I think Diana's right."

Her shoulders slumped.

"She's not asking you to become a warrior," Clark said gently. Kara was feeling otherwise. "She's offering to help you control the power you already have. And I think it's a good opportunity that I can't give you myself."

Kara pressed her lips together. She didn't want to fight. She wasn't a soldier. She was meant to study, to explore, to discover.

But Diana was right in one regard. This would happen again, eventually. It wasn't in Kara's nature to sit back when she knew she could help. And if more maniacs attacked the city…

Slowly, she exhaled and looked back at Diana. "…How long?"

A small, knowing smile tugged at the Amazon's lips. "As long as it takes."

Kara sighed, hesitating before giving a reluctant nod. "…Fine."

Diana's smile widened ever so slightly.

Clark placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "You'll be okay. I trust her with my life."

With a reluctant sigh, Kara glanced at Clark one last time. His reassuring nod did little to ease the weight settling in her chest.

She wasn't ready for this. She wasn't even sure she wanted this. But after today, pretending she didn't need the help wasn't an option. Clark could only be around so much, and Jon was too young to teach her this.

Diana turned, expecting her to follow. After a brief hesitation, Kara took to the sky. Following closely behind the warrior woman.

She didn't know what awaited her on Themyscira. Only that there was no turning back now.

 

[Gowonzu]

Kara followed closely behind Diana as the pair took to the air. Her movement was still shaky and unsure, and Kara had to work hard to keep herself upright.

She found that flying short distances was far harder than she had expected. Going in a straight line, high above the planet's surface, was a simple matter. The trip between the Fortress and Metropolis was easy, assuming she didn't get lost along the way. But following behind Diana through the skies, staying on her tail as they curved around buildings and not slamming right into the side of a building was another thing entirely.

It didn't help that Diana moved so slowly in the air. She was faster than most vehicles below them, but compared to flying with Kal and Jon, Diana might as well have been walking through the streets.

Her jumps were powerful, her movement graceful, but they only barely got out of the city before Wonder Woman started falling back to the ground. She landed with an elegant flourish, making Kara feel almost clumsy as she touched down next to her. They were in an empty field, just outside the suburbs. A sleek black jet was waiting for them.

Kara frowned. She had seen planes before, both on Earth and on Krypton. Kal-El had made a point of teaching her to avoid them since she might damage them by accident. Now that she had the power of flight, she also never considered ever being inside one.

"A plane?" She asked, brushing windblown hair from her face. "Why not fly whole way?"

A ramp descended from the bottom of the jet, as Diana moved towards it. "Because I cannot fly as you and Kal-El can," She explained, her hand grazing the jet's smooth surface. "I can leap great distances, and the winds favour me, but I am no bird," Kara thought on her words, recontextualising the short but frustrating flight out of the city. "This will carry us where we need to go."

Kara followed her inside, still unsure. "Flying faster."

A small smile tugged at Diana's lips. "Perhaps. But I would not last the entire way, and it would be quite rude to make you carry me."

The inside of the jet was... adequate. Not like most of the clunky, outdated machines humans used. The controls looked sleeker, the metal polished, the seats comfortable. It was still nothing like Krypton's ships, but at least it wasn't as crude as the others she had seen.

Fingers trailing over a display screen, Kara nodded in approval. "This Amazon technology?"

Diana only smiled as she moved toward the cockpit.

Excitement sparked in Kara's chest. If this was their jet, maybe the rest of their technology was even better. So far, Earth had been... frustrating. Their machines were slow, their computers ancient. Kal-El lived like it was normal, but to Kara, it was like stepping backward through time.

At last, something to look forward to.

The jet hummed to life, lifting smoothly into the air. Ocean stretched beneath them, endless and blue. Kara leaned against the window, watching the waves pass below.

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The flight took nearly three hours, according to the computer that Kara could barely read. Three long hours.

Kara could fly the distance in a few minutes, assuming she knew where she was going. She could've flown there and back a hundred times already. The view outside was nice, but not enough to occupy her attention the entire way.

By the time the jet finally set down, she was restless and tired, and more than a little grumpy.

As the jet descended, Kara's eyes scanned the land below. Themyscira was unlike anything she had seen on Earth.

Lush forests stretched across the island, winding through mountains and waterfalls. White stone buildings, carved with intricate patterns, gleamed under the golden sun. Long bridges of marble and vine connected the cliffs, leading to open courtyards and temple-like structures. Everything looked… untouched. Preserved.

Kara pressed her hand against the window, her curiosity rising again. She had expected something more advanced, but this… This was different. It reminded her of a place on Krypton

Her breath caught as the memory came to her. The old nature reserves, vast sections of artificial wildlife that blanketed the planet. Built after the planet nearly choked itself to death in Krypton's long past. She had visited one as a child, walking with her father under soft red light, touching leaves that glowed in the dark.

Fingers curled against her leg. Krypton was gone. This place was not home.

But still, it was beautiful.

The jet landed smoothly on an open field just beyond the shoreline. The ramp extended, and Diana stepped out first, the ocean breeze catching the edge of her skirt. Kara followed closely, eager to step onto the island.

The moment her boots touched the stone path, she noticed two things.

First, there were only women.

Kara scanned the gathered figures, warriors standing in rows, others watching from the steps of nearby buildings. Not a single man in sight. She had seen all-female teams in Kryptonian academies before, but an entire civilisation? It was strange. She had never considered a world without men.

Second, and more alarming to Kara. There was no advanced technology.

No blinking screens. No floating transport. Not even something as simple as a streetlight. Just stone, wood, and fabric banners rippling in the breeze. She had been looking forward to seeing Amazonian technology. Surely, it had to be better than the rest of Earth's. But instead, she had landed in what felt like an ancient, albeit well-kept, ruin.

Her shoulders sank. This place was worse than Smallville from a technological perspective.

Diana stepped forward, raising a hand in greeting. Several Amazons bowed slightly, others placing a fist over their hearts. A few warriors gave Kara curious glances, their gazes sharp and measuring.

One of the women approached, a tall warrior with dark skin and braided hair, her armour gleaming under the sun. Her stance was strong, her presence commanding.

The woman stopped before them, eyes settling on Kara. When she spoke, the words were completely unfamiliar.

Kara stiffened, unable to understand a single syllable. The cadence, the sounds. None of it made sense.

Brows furrowing, Kara glanced toward Diana for help.

A small smile tugged at the corners of Diana's lips before she turned back to the woman, responding in the same flowing language. The two exchanged a few brief words, their conversation smooth, practised.

Then, her own name.

"Kara," Diana said. Voice as steady as ever even as the words around it were a mystery. A few more words followed, then, "Kal-El."

After a moment, Diana nodded and shifted back to English. "Apologies," She said. "We were speaking the language of the Amazons. She gestured to the warrior before them. "This is General Philippus. She oversees the training of our warriors."

Philippus crossed her arms, now speaking in words Kara could finally understand. "She doesn't look as strong as her cousin."

Kara was thrown off by the language barrier, she was still getting used to speaking English. Now there was a whole new language that the people here spoke? Kara was too caught up considering the inefficiency of having multiple languages on one planet to be insulted.

Only after a short moment did she register the meaning of the words. Kara crossed her arms. "I am strong," She said stubbornly.

Philippus raised an eyebrow, but before she could respond, Diana turned to Kara and motioned for her to follow. "Come. I will explain as we walk."

Kara exhaled and fell into step beside her. The paths were wide, lined with statues of warriors and marble pillars. The Amazons moved with quiet grace, many watching Kara with open curiosity.

"You notice, of course," Diana began, "That there are no men here."

Kara nodded. "Yes. I see." She glanced around once more. "Why?"

Diana's expression remained calm, though there was something firm beneath it. "Themyscira is a sanctuary. A place of peace, granted to us by the gods. Long ago, my sisters and I were made to suffer under the cruelty of men. The gods, in their mercy, freed us and gifted us this island, hidden from the outside world."

Kara considered this. "Men… not allowed?"

Diana nodded. "It is a sacred law."

Kara frowned but didn't argue. It was different from Krypton, very different, but she had learned that Earth's cultures were not like her own. Earth was a collection of many cultures after all. She supposed if these women had suffered, then perhaps it made sense that they would want a place of their own.

Still, it didn't explain everything.

She gestured around them, toward the open courtyards, the towering columns, the sunlit training grounds. "Where is… tech?" she asked. "Machines? Power?"

"We have no need for the inventions of men," Diana said proudly.

Kara stopped walking. She stared at Diana as if she had misheard.

"No… need?" She repeated slowly.

Diana turned to face her, hands resting at her sides. "We do not rely on machines as the world outside does. Themyscira is sustained by something far greater."

Kara's frown deepened, she could not see anything of note. Not even simply lights, instead they had a fire held in a stone bowl. "What greater?"

Diana's gaze flickered toward a nearby brazier, its fire burning bright in the daylight. "Magic."

"Magic?" Kara tried to recall the word. It hadn't been used in her English lessons.

Diana seemed to notice her confusion, and elaborated, "A force of nature, given shape and purpose. We use it to keep Themyscira protected."

Kara stared, the words sinking in. Magic was a force, like energy, or gravity. Something tangible, and powerful.

"How?"

"The gods of Olympus granted us their blessing," Diana replied, gesturing to a nearby fountain. "They allow the magic to flow freely throughout the island, sustaining it. Our plants and animals flourish. The fires never burn out. And water runs endlessly through the fountains like this."

Kara eyed the water flowing from the fountains with scepticism. Of course, Krypton had gods. Like her parents, she was a follower of Rao. But Krypton's gods were more a concept, something to revere and learn from, rather than a tangible presence.

There were always more devout followers on Krypton. Those that believed in the physical existence of Rao, and his role in their daily lives. Even on Earth, some humans seemed to hold great faith in their deities. There was a word for people with that kind of devotion, and the supposed power that those believers held.

People who thought the gods were a literal force of nature. Who gave shape and purpose.

"Magic," Kara scoffed, understanding the word. She shook her head. "Magic is not real."

Diana only smiled. "And yet, here we stand."

Kara didn't buy it. Magic was a word used for things people didn't understand. She knew it was more complicated than that. The crest on her chest demanded it. Diana of Themyscira might not know, or perhaps she refused to reveal it, but Kara would find out the truth.

Her eyes drifted to the brazier. The fire flickered gently in the wind, bright and golden. There were no visible fuel sources. No smoke rising from the coals. Just fire, burning without end.

Still sceptical, Kara reached out and pressed her fingers into the flame. She wanted to feel where the energy was coming from. Perhaps this was some sort of advanced hologram. Maybe they were using a form of geothermal power, or maybe-

Pain shot up her hand.

She gasped, pulling back sharply. Her hand burned, the skin pink with heat.

For a moment, she simply stared at it, stunned. Fire did not hurt her. Earth's sun made her invincible. Mostly invincible, metahuman lightning notwithstanding. But a simple flame should not have harmed her.

Slowly, she looked up at Diana. The Amazon watched her carefully.

"You were saying?"

Kara swallowed, flexing her fingers. The pain faded quickly, but the shock remained.

"Magic," Kara muttered, "I do not like it…"

"Funny," Diana smirked, continuing to walk on. "Your cousin said the same thing once."

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Kara stood in the center of the modest stone chamber she had been given, staring at the folded garments on the bed. The tunic was a deep crimson, the fabric lighter than it appeared, with golden embroidery along the edges. Flourished down to a skirt, along with what looked like sandals and bracers.

Diana had assured her that none of the clothing provided for her used leather, unlike the rest of the Amazon's outfits. Another horrific product of Earth's animal cruelty Kara had learned about. Even so, Kara didn't move to pick them up.

Her fingers curled against the worn fabric of her Kryptonian suit. A tether to her past, the last physical piece of home. She'd worn Earth clothing to fit in before, but she had no reason to hide while on Themyscira.

Yet, she was here as a guest of the Amazons and Kal-El had made it clear that she needed to learn to fit in with Earth's society. If she was to train among them, she would respect their customs.

With a deep breath, Kara peeled off the suit, folded it carefully, and set it aside. The Amazonian attire felt unfamiliar against her skin. Lighter, freer, but she still felt oddly exposed. As if she had taken off more than just a uniform.

She pushed the thought aside and left the room.

"You look well," Diana said, waiting for her outside.

Kara frowned. "It is strange," She admitted, shifting awkwardly. "Very loose... and breezy."

"I know it is different," Diana said, giving her an apologetic look. "But it will grow on you. For now, let us go. We shall begin training tomorrow, until then, I will show you the island. And then we shall feast."

Kara nodded and followed Diana down the long halls, her steps slow, and uncertain.

The tour of the island was both fascinating and frustrating. Themyscira was undeniably beautiful, its lush forests and pristine beaches, unlike anything Kara had ever seen. Marble structures, intricately carved with symbols and figures she did not recognise. Courtyards lined with fountains shimmered in the sun, their water so clear it seemed almost unreal.

Yet, as Kara walked through the winding streets, past training grounds and bustling marketplaces, everything felt just as alien as Kara's first days on this planet. The Amazons spoke in a language she did not understand, their words fluid and lyrical, yet completely indecipherable. She caught glimpses of knowing smiles, friendly nods, but every attempt at conversation was met with confusion. Some Amazons tried speaking with her through gestures, pointing to objects or making exaggerated expressions, but the language barrier was a wall she could not yet climb.

Even the way they moved was different. Every Amazon, regardless of age, carried themselves with a quiet grace and confidence that made Kara feel clumsy by comparison. They were warriors, scholars, artisans, but most of all, they were a people deeply connected to their traditions. And she was an outsider.

The strangeness of it all left her uneasy.

As they walked through the heart of Themyscira, Kara began to notice something else. There were very few children. And no elderly. Every Amazon she had seen so far appeared to be in the prime of their life, strong and capable.

She hesitated before asking, "Diana... where are children? The elderly?"

Diana gave her a small smile as if she had expected the question. "New Amazons are rare, Kara. Most of us are immortal, untouched by time. Some choose to leave for the world of man, to live and grow old. Some have joined us after Themyscira's interactions with the wider world, and some... some have been born."

Kara's eyes widened. "Born? But you say men forbidden here?"

Diana chuckled. "They are. But that has never meant Amazons were without companionship. In recent years, as Themyscira has engaged in diplomacy and trade, some Amazons have chosen to leave and bear children, later returning with their daughters to raise them here," Diana explained. "My expeditions into the world of man have brought about some change. After several hundred years of isolation, many Amazons have grown curious to meet outsiders."

They passed two women leaning against the railing of a terrace, hands clasped and foreheads pressed together, their soft murmurs carrying over the distance.

"Though even before then," Diana continued, studying Kara's reaction, or lack thereof, as she gestured at the pair, "We have found comfort in each other."

Kara considered this, nodding slowly. It made sense, assuming she could wrap her head around the immortality aspect.

Diana glanced at her, her expression turning thoughtful. "Some cultures in the world of man do not tolerate such things. They find it strange and offensive. Do you?"

Kara blinked, momentarily confused. Then she realised what Diana was asking. "On Krypton, was not strange," She said simply. "Love was love. No one cared. Men and women, women and women. Men and men. It just... was."

Diana's lips curled into a small smile. "And you?"

Kara hesitated for a brief moment before answering, "I... I think I like both? I never think for it. It just normal."

Diana nodded approvingly. "Then you will find yourself quite at home here."

Kara took another look at the people she passed. Blushing as she realised that the friendly smiles and warm greetings she received might have meant more than she initially thought.

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Dinner was another reminder of how different this place was. Kara hesitated as an Amazon placed a wooden plate in front of her, the scent of fresh herbs and roasted vegetables wafting up. It looked good, but she couldn't shake her unease.

She glanced around the hall, watching as Amazons gathered in groups, their voices overlapping in a language she still could not understand. Long tables were lined with steaming dishes and despite the beauty of the setting. A golden glow of torchlight flickering off the marble walls, the soft hum of conversation. It was impossible for Kara to ignore the large platters of meat. A whole roasted boar sat on a carved wooden slab at the center of one table, its charred skin glistening. Another plate held skewered fish, their scales still faintly shimmering under the firelight.

Kara swallowed, her stomach twisting.

It wasn't that she didn't understand why they ate meat. But after spending so much time on Krypton and after that one disastrous meal with Kal-El, she couldn't bring herself to even look at it. She still remembered the way her stomach had rejected it, how violently ill she had become afterwards.

She pushed back from the table and stood. Diana, seated nearby, caught her movement. "Kara?"

"I need air," She said quickly.

Diana gave her a knowing look but didn't argue. Kara took her plate with her and left the hall, stepping out into the cool evening air.

She wandered until she found a quiet ledge overlooking the ocean. Themyscira stretched out before her, bathed in moonlight, the white stone of the temples glowing softly against the darkened jungle beyond. Waves lapped against the shore, rhythmic and soothing.

Kara sank onto the stone ledge and picked at her meal, her appetite dulled. Her mind replayed the day. Diana's tour, the unfamiliar language, the way the Amazons moved with such effortless strength and grace. They were warriors, each and every one of them, their bodies honed through years- centuries, of training. They carried themselves with confidence.

Kara could not imagine living that long on a single island. An island that by Diana's brief oral history, had not changed in over a millennia. How had they not advanced? Why did they not climb for the stars as so many other civilisations did before them?

A small huff of bitter amusement left her. Krypton wasn't any different when she really thought about it.

Sure, they had technology on a level unheard of on Earth. But they too had chosen the route of isolation. Limiting themselves to a single star system, even when they had the power to go beyond. Krypton had called it a focus on internal unity. But the Krypton Kara had been born into wasn't that far removed from the Krypton of one thousand years ago.

That's what frustrated her the most about this island. The idea that they had stagnated, not because of a lack of ambition, but simply because they had no desire for change.

If Krypton had pursued a desire for change, as it had long ago, then perhaps-

She exhaled, it was pointless to think about. Looking down at her untouched plate, Kara forced herself to take a bite.

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Themyscira was breathtaking at sunrise.

The first light of dawn stretched across the sky, bathing the island in hues of gold and crimson. The white marble temples shimmered under the morning sun, their surfaces almost glowing as the light kissed their edges. The dense jungle beyond the city remained shadowed, the mist rolling down from the higher cliffs in slow, wispy tendrils. The ocean sparkled, waves reflecting the sky's colours, calm yet endless.

Kara took it all in as she followed Diana along a winding stone path toward a large arena carved into the mountainside. From a distance, it resembled the ancient coliseum Kal had pointed out during a flight over Rome. Its towering walls stood strong against the passage of time. The structure was open-air, allowing the morning breeze to sweep through as the first Amazons of the day gathered for training.

The sound of weapons clashing and boots pounding against the dirt floor filled the air. Kara saw women sparring with spears and swords, others practising acrobatics and hand-to-hand combat. Every movement was precise, every warrior fully in control of her strength.

At the entrance of the arena, an Amazon presented Kara with a set of armour. It was similar to what the others wore. A bronze chestplate, skirt reinforced with metal plating and intricately designed bracers. They fit over her tunic, designed to complete the amazonian outfit when worn.

The armour gleamed under the morning light, bronze with golden ceremonial markings etched into the metal in flowing, ancient script. The engravings curled around the edges of the chestplate and bracers, intricate symbols whose meaning was lost on Kara. The Amazons clearly valued tradition, and this armour, while functional, was meant for more than just battle.

As she examined the pieces, her gaze drifted toward Diana's armour. It was the same design, ornate, regal, built for both war and ceremony, but Kara noticed something different about it. Diana's chestplate and bracers had a subtle shimmer, something just beneath the surface, like a power thrumming inside the metal itself. It almost reminded her of Kryptonian technology, how some of the crystals back home pulsed with energy when activated. But this… this wasn't technology.

She hesitated to call it magic.

The skirt armour was simpler. Less of a full skirt and more of a wide belt, from which metal-plated strips draped down, layered to allow for movement. It fit over her current tunic, adjusting seamlessly as she fastened it. The bracers were smooth and lightweight, hugging her forearms without restricting movement.

It felt strange, wearing battle armour when she had no real need for it. She tested the chestplate's strength with her fingers, gently pressing at the metal's surface. The bronze dented beneath her touch, folding like a weak alloy. Her body was stronger than any forged material on this planet. Armour, swords, even bullets. None of it could break her skin.

Diana must have caught the doubt in her expression. "Armour is not only for protection, Kara," She said, voice calm yet firm. "It is a symbol. A reminder of who we are and what we stand for."

Kara hesitated before nodding, finishing the last straps. The weight settled around her. It wasn't heavy, at least not to her, but it still felt different.

As she adjusted the bracers, she noticed movement around them. The other Amazons who had been training in the arena were gathering their weapons and stepping away. One by one, they left, some casting glances in their direction, others murmuring quietly among themselves.

Kara frowned.

They weren't afraid of her, were they? No, that wasn't the right feeling. Their expressions weren't fearful. More… knowing.

She wondered what they knew that she didn't. Diana gestured for her to step onto the sand-covered training ground.

"Before we begin your physical training, we must address something more important."

Kara tilted her head, confused. "What now?"

"Your emotions."

Brows knitting together, she blinked. "What about them?"

Diana crossed her arms, her gaze steady. "You are holding on to something, whether you realise it or not. A weight that clouds your judgement, that makes you dangerous."

Confused, Kara scoffed. "I not understand.

"You are," Diana countered, her voice even. "Perhaps not at this moment. Perhaps not in the ways you think. But if you cannot rein in your emotions, you will be." She stepped closer, lowering her tone, but her words carried no less weight. "And if you cannot control them, you cannot stay here, Kara. Not just on this island. Earth."

The statement hit harder than any strike could. Kara's stomach twisted. "What?"

Diana's expression didn't waver. "You must master yourself before you can master your strength."

Fists clenching, Kara took a breath, trying to push down the frustration bubbling up. "I no emotional."

Diana studied her, then shook her head. "No. You only think you are."

The accusation stung. "I- I have outbursts, maybe. But that's why I am here, yes? Training, learning control." She motioned toward the weapons nearby. "Teach me how to focus power, how to fight. Practical things."

But Diana remained unmoved. "You believe controlling your strength will fix everything. But strength is not the problem."

Kara's brow furrowed. "It is-"

"No," Diana interrupted. "Your anger is."

That made her hesitate.

"Am not angry," Kara muttered, the words coming almost automatically.

Diana gave her a knowing look. "You are."

Lips pressing into a thin line, Kara shook her head. "But I am not-" She exhaled sharply. There were a myriad of emotions bubbling inside Kara at any one time. But anger was a childish response. She knew better than to hold on to it. "I do not break things, I do not attack."

Diana stepped back slightly, allowing her space. "That is not control. That is suppression. You hold back because you are afraid of what happens if you don't."

Kara's chest tightened. "I not afraid."

"You are," Diana said simply. "And I will prove it to you."

Before Kara could protest, Diana drew her sword, the steel catching the light. The scrape of metal echoed in the arena.

"If you truly believe you are in control of your emotions," She said, settling into a ready stance, "Then show me."

Kara hesitated, looking at the blade in Diana's hands. "I do not want hurt you."

"You won't," Diana assured her. "I have faced a Kryptonian's full strength before and lived," Kara studied her face for a moment, unsure how much bravado was behind her statement. Diana smirked, her eyes pondering on a memory before adding. "Ask Kal-El about Darkseid's second invasion one day."

The arena was empty now. The other Amazons had left, but Kara felt their absence keenly. The sun had climbed higher, casting long shadows across the sand. A breeze carried the scent of salt from the sea.

Diana tossed her a sword and raised her shield, her stance balanced and prepared. Kara took a deep breath, gripping the hilt tightly.

"I do not know-" Kara began, holding the weapon in one hand as best she could.

"You are adept at making excuses, Kara Zor-El." Diana interjected, cutting off her complaint. "Humour me and prove you control your own emotions. Attack me with everything you have. Once I am convinced, we will move on to more practical things."

Teeth grinding together, Kara stepped forward. "Fine." Feeling the swords weight in her grip. The blade was as weightless as most objects on Earth to her, feeling small in her hand.

Diana gave a single nod. "Let's begin."

The fight began.

Kara struck first.

Her blade cut through the air, fast and forceful, aimed straight for Diana's shoulder. But Diana was faster. She raised her shield, deflecting the strike with a metallic clang before pivoting away with effortless grace.

Kara spun, adjusting her stance, and lashed out again. Another deflection. Another dodge. No matter how quickly she moved, Diana stayed just ahead, weaving through her attacks with an ease that made Kara's frustration rise.

She lunged, swinging harder, but Diana stepped to the side, avoiding the blade entirely.

"Your emotions cloud your actions," Diana said calmly. "You are letting them control you."

Kara gritted her teeth. "I fine."

She gritted her teeth, forcing herself to keep breathing, but the more Diana dodged, the more her frustration bubbled. She pushed forward, striking again and again. Diana parried the blows effortlessly.

Diana took a step back, lowering her guard slightly. "Why are you angry?"

Kara scoffed. "Because you keep dodging!" She cut away at the air around her. "Am trying to fight, but can't hit you!" She swung her blade hard, aiming for Diana's side. "I no warrior."

"No," Diana agreed, sidestepping the blow with ease. "Yet you could have easily killed me had that strike connected."

Kara huffed. "I wouldn't-"

Diana cut her off. "Had this been with any other of my sisters, you would've carved them clean in half."

"You told me-"

Diana's sword darted forward, forcing Kara to block. The impact rattled her arms, but she pushed forward, using her strength to overpower the taller woman. Diana allowed the force to carry her back before smoothly redirecting the momentum, stepping out of reach once again.

"That still doesn't tell me why you're angry," Diana said, circling around.

The contradiction of her actions and words made Kara growl in annoyance. Diana wanted her to attack without holding back but then chastised her for doing so.

On Krypton, she had been taught that violence was always the last resort. The closest thing she'd ever come to being in a fight was during a particularly heated sports incident, and that ended up with her being pushed to the ground. Now she had the strength of a god, but it meant nothing when she couldn't even land a single hit.

"You are confusing lady," Kara complained, panting. It was the second time since coming to Earth that she had exerted herself enough to become winded. "Tell me to attack, then get mad when I do."

"I am not mad," Diana countered, her movements fluid as she dodged another strike. "I am simply asking a question. I saw this same anger when you fought Livewire." She gestured toward Kara's tightened fists. "This is not new. It did not start with me."

Diana's shield swung out and smacked Kara in the face, the blow strong enough to send her staggering backward. In response, Kara's frustration boiled over, and she swung again, too hard. Diana dodged, as Kara's sword crashed into the ground. The stone beneath them cracked under the force, sending shards flying. A sharp snap followed as the sword in her hands broke in two.

She didn't care. She just kept swinging, her strikes increasingly erratic and sloppy as her anger kept rising. Her breath came fast, and her throat felt tight, her pulse thundering in her ears. Diana blocked her every time, their blades meeting in a storm of steel, her motions as precise and calculated as they had been at the start.

Kara let out a frustrated growl and threw the broken weapon aside. If steel wouldn't do the job, her fists would. She lunged, swinging with raw strength, but Diana caught her wrist mid-swing.

"Your anger makes you sloppy," Diana said calmly, not letting go. "Your anger will make you lose control. And that control will cost lives. So tell me why you hold on to it?"

Kara clenched her jaw. "I lost my home! Wouldn't anyone be angry?"

She swung again, this time with her full power. Diana caught her fist once more, this time with her shield, the force rippling outward in a gust of wind. The ground beneath them cracked.

Diana's expression softened. "Yes. And you have every right to grieve." She paused, eyes searching Kara's face. "But I don't believe your anger is about Krypton alone. This anger has a target. And Krypton's destruction was no one's fault."

An accident. A tragedy. A series of seemingly minor events that all built up to one terrible, irreversible disaster. Kara knew that, had lived it. By the time they knew what was happening, there was no stopping the chain reaction.

But knowing the truth didn't make it any easier to accept.

Another punch. Another block. The heat behind her eyes began to build.

Kara exhaled sharply, blinking it away. Ignoring the burning sensation creeping into her vision.

Diana dodged another strike and slammed the edge of her shield against Kara's side. It barely hurt, but it sent her reeling.

The heat in her vision flared.

Diana stepped forward, her voice steady but pressing. "Who are you angry at?"

Kara surged forward again, fists swinging wildly now. Diana moved with precision, blocking, countering, but never striking with more force than necessary. The more Kara fought, the more destructive her attacks became. Each blow shook the ground. Each step cracked the stone beneath her feet.

The heat behind her eyes grew unbearable.

"Kara," Diana said, her voice steady. "You can let it out. It is safe here. You won't hurt me. But if you want to learn control, you must first acknowledge what drives your anger. Now tell me. Who?"

Kara swung again. This time, Diana didn't dodge. She met Kara's strike with her shield. The impact sent a shockwave through the arena, dust and debris rising around them.

The air around them vibrated. The ground beneath her feet cracked. The heat in her vision burned brighter and brighter, pushing against her skull.

The words ripped from her throat before she could stop them.

"Myself!"

Twin beams of crimson light erupted from her vision, scorching across the training grounds. The ground cracked, stone and sand, blasted into the air as the sheer force of her heat vision tore through the arena.

She screamed.

For the first time since arriving on this planet, she let go.

"I'm angry at myself!" She yelled again, her voice raw. "Why I survive? When everyone else die! I leave them behind! My family, my people, my life!"

She fought back the tears that threatened to fall. She felt the heat, the power, the raw, unfiltered strength. Her breath came in sharp, shaking gasps.

"Now. I have nothing! Kal-El I knew is gone. Is stranger to me. I start over on world that isn't mine. Earth... This primitive place. With outdated ways and strange traditions."

Kara fell to her knees, breathing hard. She pressed her palms against her temples, her fingers tangling in her hair.

"I change everything about myself, to survive," She choked out. "Learn new language, new customs, pretend I normal. When I never be normal again!" Her hands dropped, fists shaking. "Every day, I lose another piece of Krypton! Every day, I forget word, or song, or way sky look at night!"

Her vision blurred. The battle was over, yet the red lingered. She couldn't make it stop. The tears steamed away as soon as they formed, leaving nothing but vapour.

"But you know what makes me angriest?" Her voice cracked, breaking into a broken mix of a cry and a laugh.

She reached out to grab the hilt of a nearby sword, the metal bending under her grasp. The solid metal crumpled into a fine powder, falling through her fingers.

"Because of your yellow sun," Kara continued, sobbing. The red light faded, but the heat lingered. She couldn't bring herself to look up, not even as Diana approached her. She felt the older woman's hand on her shoulder. "Because of Kryptonian cell energy conversion, or Rao's blessings, or... magic!" She cursed silently in her language before continuing. "I now have power to save my people. But what is point?" Her fingers dug into the dirt. "It's not fair."

The words hung in the silence.

Kara swallowed hard and wiped her face, finally lifting her gaze. The arena was a wreck. Cracks lined the stone, training dummies reduced to ashes. The once-pristine sands were scorched into scatterings of heated glass.

Her stomach dropped. "Diana, I-"

The warm hand on her shoulder stopped her.

Kara expected anger. Or disappointment. But when she finally met Diana's gaze, she found neither. The Amazon warrior only looked at her with quiet understanding.

"There is nothing to apologise for," Diana said gently.

Kara shook her head. "I lost control."

"Yes," Diana agreed. "But that is why we are here." She gestured at the wreckage around them. "This arena is meant to withstand forces beyond mortal strength. It has endured the mightiest warriors of my people. Even a god, once or twice. The damage is a good sign, not a failure."

Kara exhaled sharply, her hands still trembling. "I- I no want to feel this way." She forced herself to unclench her fingers, but the tension remained, coiled tight inside her. "I hate, this... anger. I hate what it do for me."

"That is why it is dangerous." Diana nodded, kneeling beside Kara. "Power without control is destruction. And anger, left unchecked, will burn through everything. Including yourself."

Kara swallowed past the lump in her throat. "I know."

Diana's grip on her arm tightened slightly, grounding her. "But you can control it. You will learn." She paused. "You believe your power is a curse from your god? That it is something cruel, given too late."

Kara flinched. She hadn't meant for her outburst to be quite so personal, but the words tumbled out, and once they began, they couldn't stop. She didn't like getting upset, especially not in front of others.

"But what if, instead of a curse, you viewed it as a second chance?" Diana continued, her voice gentle. "You carry your people with you in everything that you do. Your new strength does not dishonour them."

Kara closed her eyes, breathing deeply. Her muscles were still tense, her chest still tight, but she felt the fire behind her eyes cool. She exhaled, feeling some of the weight lift.

A second chance.

She wanted to believe that. Rao, she wanted to believe that.

She exhaled, opening her eyes. "I... I not know how to start."

Diana smiled, standing and offering her hand.

"We begin with training." Kara hesitated for only a moment before grasping it, allowing Diana to pull her up. Diana squeezed her hand. "You will not face this alone, Kara. This, I promise you."

 

[NovusPeregrine]

Ah. The League of condensing assholes appears, believing they have the right to judge someone who's essentially a non-violent scientist when they are all violent psychopaths.