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Reincarnated as Supergirl - Chapter 40
🕑 Added 2023-03-24 21:10:38 +0000 UTCAlright, another chapter ready, I'm did my best to not make many mistakes in this one, not say anything stupid or something like that, but I could have missed something.
In short, I hope you guys enjoy it and, if you find something wrong, please point it out so I can fix it.
Also, Kara's superheroics were random, I made a list of common things and crimes to happen, and those were what turned out.
I wanted to explore some other things, but I think it turned out well, probably should save them for a later chapter, would be more interesting.
Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy the chapter!
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“WHAT!?” Danni yelled. Only Kara pushing her chest plate back down against the bed kept the android from getting up.
“Huh? Oh, I don’t mean this world, don’t worry about it,” Kara dismissed her concerns, finally finishing her adjustments to the connection between the cores and starting to put the finishing touches on the… operation? Giving a quick thought about the possibility, she shook her head. “Well, I probably could take over this world too but, really, taking over the Earth would be such pain. Too much paperwork, too many pesky villains. Heck, this rock isn’t even united under a single world governing body yet. Can you imagine how finicky just having to localize all my laws would be?”
Living 16 years in Krypton had changed her view of Earth by quite a bit. Previously, Kara could more or less understand how Earth’s worst practices could happen. Now… now they just looked plain stupid, even baffling.
“Kara, the fact that you’d think anything you just said would cause me ‘not to worry’ would be amusing if it wasn’t so concerning,” Danni sighed, banging the back of her head against the bed and causing Kara to snicker in amusement.
There was a pause in the conversation as Kara reconnected a few wires, causing Danni’s back to bend and she momentarily burst into flames, but they weren’t dangerously hot and the gynoid quickly regained control of her power.
“There, that should do it. Can you try using your wind now?” Kara stepped away from the bed and asked.
For a second, Danni frowned as she tried to get a handle on her new power; she imagined it was like trying to lift only a single eyebrow for the first time, not exactly hard, but something she didn’t have experience with.
Above one of her hands, a current of wind started forming, twisting around the limb and forming a very slow twister. Immediately, she knew she could empower it to create winds strong enough to uproot trees.
While it was probably only a tenth as powerful as her flames she could already see a lot of uses for this new ability. Closing her fist, she canceled the wind and looked at Kara. “It’s a lot weaker than my fire, did you install it correctly?”
“Pretty sure I did, the core is just a lot weaker than Red Tornado’s, or yours for that matter,” Kara replied, starting to close up Danni’s belly. “I suspect Professor Morrow just didn’t have access to the same materials as before when he was building it. Plus, your programming just isn’t made to work with wind, but it’s good enough to adapt with time. In a week or two the core should double in strength as you adapt to it.”
Glancing at her phone, Kara saw that Detective Chimp had replied to her, he was too busy today to give lessons, working on a magical murder. She briefly asked if he needed help and, when he said no, sent a message to Kori informing her that the expert wasn’t available.
“You know, now that I think of it when people talk about alien invasions, it’s usually someone invading us, not the other way around,” Danni commented as she pulled down her shirt and got up from the bed, the cable at her back automatically disconnecting. “So, out of morbid curiosity, which poor schmucks were you thinking of conquering?”
“Well, I should probably have said ‘liberate’,” Kara explained, helping the gynoid up and doing one last diagnosis of her systems. “And, well, the Justice League is probably gonna be helping out, but Tamaran isn’t being controlled by a single villain, there’s actually an interplanetary army there. Worse, even if the League does free the planet, the entire system is filled with criminals of all kinds, not to mention the not small possibility of re-occupation; they’d still need an army of their own to defend themselves.”
“Tamaran?” Danni asked, already attempting to create a twister below her legs so she could fly… it wasn’t going very well.
“Kori’s home planet. It’s been conquered by the strongest power in the Vega System,” Kara explained. Avoiding Danni’s eyes, Kara couldn’t help but feel some guilt as she admitted. “You know, I always wanted to take over a planet... It kinda makes me feel bad, how much I expect I’m gonna enjoy the mess, I mean.”
“Yeah… sorry, I don’t really know what to say to that,” Danni snorted, losing control of the small twister and grabbing Kara’s extended arm to steady herself. Stopping her new powers, she fully dropped to the floor and thought about it. “No, fuck that, I can actually kind of relate. I always loved fighting with the JSA, using my powers to face supervillains always brought me such satisfaction. Still, the fact that I was having fun didn’t make what we did any less necessary, or any less good.”
“Right, thanks,” Kara said, checking the Fortress’s supplies to see if the Karabot production could continue without pause. “Ready to go back?”
“Not… really?” Danni said with a bitter smile. “I mean, brother is being nice and all, but fuck, I think I’m gonna go back to heroic work out of sheer boredom!”
“Wanna spar with some of the bots? We actually never tested how strong you are after the improvements I made and the robots do need combat data.”
“You don’t mind? They don’t look that strong,” Danni asked while glancing at the line of bots, but Kara could already see her eagerness despite her lack of biology.
“Oh no, I always loved destructive testing. Come on,” Kara motioned towards the more resistant part of the Fortress, a sharp glint on her eye.
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Later, floating in the middle of her soon-to-be-old apartment in a sitting position, Kara scratched Dexter’s fur and stared at the information displayed in the hologram in front of her. On one side, all the equipment she had used as Forge up to this point, on the other, everything she had used as Supergirl.
She had briefly used her teleporting platform in both identities, but only the Light had really gotten a clear view of it, and said view had been very brief. She’d reserve that particular piece of tech for Forge going forward then.
The energy shields were another thing, but those were common enough between superheroes. She’d only have to change the colors and some of the properties of their manifestation from one identity to the other and there probably wouldn’t be much problem.
Slowly, she continued to make a list of things to and to not use in each identity. Her Forge persona got to use the more advanced pieces of tech, while Supergirl would only use them as support, relying on her Kryptonian powers most of the time.
The drones were problematic. The Light had gotten access to some of them in CADMUS, but Kara was already using her own version of the Fog -changed and remade with Kryptonian tech to such a degree that they were unrecognizable- for her Supergirl persona.
Really, nano-robots weren’t exactly a very novel idea, and her newest version was versatile enough to be the perfect support ability while lacking the specialized design needed for her more powerful devices.
Still, she had used her drones to generate shields in Brazil, and there were probably a lot of recordings of that. Ugh, she’d also given some of the drones to the Titans now that she thought about it.
Rao damn it, that was just the kind of connection a mastermind villain could follow.
She hated that The Light had access to some of her tech, even if only a small, mostly insignificant part… Wait, since the Titans were already using the drones, why not spread them more?
Send a box of drones to the Justice League, and a few to other select independent heroes. The drones weren’t completely free to make because of the small amounts of particular metals they used, but she could send three or four cubic feet to every hero around and, since The Light already had a few, it wouldn’t be that damaging if some ended up in villain hands.
Talia already thought that Forge had some connection to Batman, maybe they’d think she had supplied the drones as a way to buy non-interference, or even that someone in the League had created the drones and Forge was the one to acquire them instead.
Returning her attention to the display, Kara made a lot of modifications, stripping the drones of anything too dangerous, making their stealth a little worse and changing their flight ability. The levitation would still be incredibly useful, but not that far above existing Earth tech. After that, she sent an order to start solar-forging a couple boxes of the things.
She’d ask the League and Detective Chimp to help distribute them to the more trustworthy heroes later. That way, the Titans could continue using the drones without being truly connected to her Forge identity and the CADMUS incident.
She didn’t think she could keep the ruse up indefinitely, not from everybody, but who knows? And villains, despite forming secret societies, weren’t really known for freely sharing information. Even if she wasn’t able to fool Luthor for long, it didn’t mean that everyone had his resources, his intellect or his sado-masochistic obsession with all things Kryptonian.
A meow from her lap caused her to glance down, seeing Dexter lazily lifting a paw; his claws extended to gently hook on her finger and try to pull it closer. It seems like she has stopped patting him while tapping on her holographic computer and the cat demanded his pet Kryptonian's attention. Lowering her hand, Kara promptly obeyed her benevolent feline overlord.
Briefly, she considered if she should build her own neural control like her father’s to allow for hands free interfacing. Unfortunately, such devices, while incredibly useful, were also incredibly dangerous. They required very fine calibration and, as a direct route to her nervous system, represented a huge security risk.
Such risk wasn’t as glaring here on Earth, but there were still a lot of tech geniuses around. Heck, even someone mediocre just had to land a glancing cyber attack and her brain would be fried. Kara just didn’t have sufficient knowledge to program a proper defense.
Plus, Kara wasn’t sure she had enough skill to properly adjust the thing’s programming for her own use.
Perhaps she could build a lesser version instead, it wouldn’t really be able to follow her thoughts perfectly and having a delay that would make it useless in a fight, but it would be good enough for relaxed work. But even that would still present a moderate risk.
Using only one hand, Kara continued working until she felt satisfied with the results. It was still only five in the afternoon when she’d wrapped up, so she considered what to do next.
Kori was still out with Wonder Woman and Dexter had lost interest in her lap a few minutes ago, sitting on the window and watching the birds flying around with narrowed eyes, his tail swinging from side to side.
Dropping to the floor, Kara walked towards the window and stared out. She had her emergency teleport in her prosthetic, she had access to even better tech, and, with it currently standing atop her teleportation platform, her power armor was only a single command away.
It was time she went out again.
With a command, her outfit burst into a cloud of robots and reformed into her Supergirl uniform, a white mask forming in front of her face, a computer display on the inner part of it giving her access to her computers with only a glance.
Glancing aside, Kara looked at her reflection in the mirror. A strong woman stared back at her, obvious muscles showing on her arms and legs and a confident stance, the symbol of hope on her chest.
Lobo was still out there, The Light, The Monster Society, Psions and who the heck knows what else, but she couldn’t continue holing up in fear. Leaving the house only when there was someone else with her or on short trips to the Zeta-Tube only went so far.
Taking a deep breath, Kara stepped out into the balcony, letting the fresh, outside air hit her. She probably should have left on foot, but they were leaving this location in a few days anyway, and she did have holographic projectors hiding her from the nearby buildings.
Putting one foot on top of the balustrade, Kara caught herself shaking, closing her hands into fists; she gritted her teeth and pushed away, flying up into the air until she rose above the clouds. Time to be heroic… well, her kind of heroic.
For a second, she expected to get hit by one of her cousin’s enemies, her muscles tense and her eye constantly glancing at the command to teleport away or activate the apartment defenses.
Nothing happened.
Flying high above the city, she looked down, taking in the small buildings and the even smaller people walking between them. The sun was still up in the sky and she felt it hitting her face, sending a pleasant feeling over her entire body.
Slowly, her muscles relaxed and she smiled. So what if she got attacked? Anybody who did that would regret the day they were born! She was ready now.
For a few seconds, Kara closed her eyes and concentrated on the city below her, trying to hear if there was anything wrong, but, as she had hoped, Fawcett City, when not in the middle of a supervillain attack, seemed surprisingly peaceful.
Satisfied that there wasn’t anything too dangerous, Kara started flying, slowly making her way away from the city while paying attention to see if there was anything she could help with.
Connecting to the internet, she looked to see if there was any supervillain in action and, when that didn’t give her any leads, started looking for disasters or larger crimes.
Well, despite this being DC, big crimes that would require her attention just weren’t that common, not ones that were reported on real time at least. Kara found the Flash patrolling Central City, and a few other heroes solving or having solved some crimes around the world.
Icon was fighting a lesser villain in Washington DC, Blue Devil had just subdued some kind of mutant in Taipei and both Captain Marvel and Zatara were taking care of a forest fire in Australia. Having saved anyone at risk, Giovanni was actually holding the fire back while the Captain attempted to cast a weather spell over the fire.
Well, Kara had wanted to get closer to normal people, she supposed she should choose a city and just… start doing a patrol or something.
She could have just stayed in Fawcett City, but she had the silly feeling that the city was already ‘taken’. And really, with someone like Captain Marvel already around, her presence there would be superfluous. No, another city would benefit far more.
Kara had done her research and while it was true that supervillain crime increased once a hero started patrolling a city, the data didn’t lie. A superhero’s presence tended to be very advantageous for a place.
Violent crime went down, police brutality and corruption dropped as good officers got support and felt more confident to fight against it. Drug trade diminished and even things like car chases or burglary tended to go down for months after a hero appeared. Even with the occasional super fight, the raw data was that less people got hurt and the city lost less money with a hero in it.
Of course, normal crime would eventually adapt, learn the hero’s limits. Which kind of crime they preferred to, or even could, stop, their working hours, how to distract them and so on. Still, it almost always ended up better than before, for many reasons.
Her chosen city was actually a fairly large one, and she wouldn’t really be putting up roots there, just patrolling sometimes. Flying high enough that she wouldn’t bother anybody, Kara caused a sonic boom as she flew towards her new destination.
Phoenix, Arizona, was one of the biggest cities in the US, and also one with a very high crime rate, losing only to places like Gotham and Bludhaven. All that and it somehow didn’t have any heroes currently working in it. The city got a lot of sunlight, a lot of crime and even had a convenient desert nearby where Kara could take the more destructive fights. It was an almost perfect stomping ground for her.
Arriving above the city, Kara actually stopped to look around a little, taking in the giant city grid. Hacking the police channels, she started monitoring the crimes in the city.
Wait, did she hear that right? Someone was actually robbing a bank not a minute after she’d gotten there? Positioning herself above the building, she used X-ray vision to see four men; two held large, automatic weapons and acted like guards while the other two were gathering the money.
One of the men was forcing a cashier to empty all the cash in the bank into large bags, while another was actually going from person to person, having them hand over cell phones and jewelry as fast as they could.
Kara actually snorted in amusement, robbing a bank only paid off if you could get to the vault, otherwise, you’d only get away with a couple thousand at most. At least nobody had gotten hurt yet. Really, it couldn’t possibly be worth it even when there wasn’t any superhero in the city.
Taking a deep breath, Kara let herself fall, the air hitting her mask and causing her hair to trail behind her. With a loud ‘boom’, she accelerated and, a second later, was inside the building with them, having grabbed the revolving door so it wouldn’t break as she entered.
In slow motion, Kara watched both criminal guards turn their weapons towards her; a quick glance around showed her there were at least thirty civilians trembling on the floor.
Kara immediately noticed a father with a large bruise on his cheek from the butt of a rifle, his hand desperately holding the mouth of his crying child closed as he did his best to protect him with his body and keep the child quiet. The boy’s eyes were wide with fright and his entire body was trembling.
Rushing forward right as one of the men started to press the trigger, Kara grabbed the barrel of the gun and pulled, ripping it out of his grip without much care. The action actually amputated the tip of his trigger finger, sending it flying and dislocated both of his wrists.
With a sigh, Kara briefly watched the finger flying off. Ugh, she probably shouldn’t have done that. Humans were so fragile.
Snatching the finger out of the air with one hand, Kara turned to the second man holding an assault rifle and threw her newly acquired rifle with the other, being more careful this time. The weapon hit him in the chest with just enough strength to cause him to drop his own gun and fall on his back, completely out of breath. A quick blast of heat vision melted the barrel of the gun, rendering it useless.
He was wearing a bulletproof vest; the projectile didn’t even break any bones.
Grabbing one of the first criminal’s arms, she used her X-Ray vision to look at his wrists and moved the bones back into place, causing the man to fall to his knees and shout in pain.
Still grabbing his arm, she opened his hand and put the amputated finger in the middle of his palm before curling his fingers around it. “Here, keep it safe, will you? They may be able to reconnect it later.”
The man gave her a terrified glance, desperately scrambling away from her, but Kara saw that he wasn’t going anywhere so she dismissed him.
“Who the fuck are you!” Screamed the third guy, he had pulled one of the civilians to her feet and pressed a gun to her head. “Nevermind, drop to the ground! Now! To the ground or I’ll kill her!”
Kara glanced at the last criminal, still holding a bag halfway filled with money, the man hadn’t taken out a gun himself and kept glancing between her and the exit with a desperate look on his face.
Turning back to the more immediate threat she considered him. “No.”
“What?” The man asked, as if he couldn’t understand why she wouldn’t obey. Well, not every criminal had faced a superhero, maybe he was one of those. “I said, get on the ground, you fucking cunt! Who the fuck do you think you are, the Flash?! I’m warning you, I’m gonna blow this bitch’s brains out!”
Kara made sure to keep her eyes on his trigger finger, but she did take a quick glance at a nearby mirror. Yep, still wearing her Supergirl costume. “So, you see someone wearing a big blue costume, a huge S on her chest… and your first guess is The Flash? How?” She asked, genuinely curious.
“Oh shit,” the guy without a weapon said as the realization hit him, and Kara could actually see the muscles on his ass cheeks contracting in fear. “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!”
“Alright, drop your weapon before you do something you’ll regret. You haven’t killed anybody yet,” Kara argued, she could have just taken the guy out, but she wanted to see if he’d incriminate himself more. “You’re already going to jail; don’t make it harder on yourself.”
The sentence for bank robbery was already harsh but, if he was the kind of person to shoot a hostage, Kara wanted him gone for as long as possible. Then she noticed the look of absolute fear on the woman’s face.
Ah, crap. Again, she was focusing more on the criminal than on their victims. With another sigh, she rushed forward and gripped the handgun, crushing the weapon in her gloved hand before throwing it towards the last criminal sneaking his way towards the exit. He froze in place as the crumbled ball hit the floor right in front of him.
Her other hand gripped the man’s face, blocking his mouth as she manhandled him away from the hostage. “Ah, sorry about that ma’am, I shouldn’t have even let him take you as hostage. Don’t worry; you were never in any danger.”
“What?” The woman asked, collapsing into Kara’s arms as the relief hit her. “Oh thank you, thank you!”
Slowly getting up from the ground, the woman’s husband embraced her and Kara let her go, dragging the criminal by his face and away from the couple. The idiot was still doing his best to punch her, even taking out a knife and trying to stab her, but she just ignored him.
“So, are you gonna run?” She asked the last man standing, she had already seen he only had a single handgun on his vest, but he didn’t seem interested in pulling it out.
Still standing in place, the man looked down at the destroyed handgun, then to his former companions and swallowed, hard. “Nope, not me, never!” He hurried to say, furiously shaking his head from side to side.
“Good. Then do me a favor and put that handgun on the counter, will you? Then help zip tie your friends,” Kara commanded, throwing him a bag of zip ties she kept in one of her costume’s pockets.
He obeyed, very efficiently at that, quickly tying up his three companions and even using his mouth to pull a zip tie tightly around his own wrists.
Well, look at that, an almost sensible criminal. Kara had always found it silly how people kept shooting at her cousin in the comics. Come on, if a freaking Kryptonian tells you to surrender, unless you’re Lex Luthor or Black Adam, you damn well better surrender.
She supposed it could be that people, even criminals, just always trusted Superman to be kind and never take things too far but there’s always a chance that it was an alternative version, an evil clone or a mind control situation. Did you really want to risk it? With a Kryptonian?
Well, it could also be that criminals just surrendering when he showed up wasn’t very interesting in a comic book and, in reality; the situation was far more common than she expected.
“Who are you?” A fat security guard finally asked as he got up from where he had been hiding behind a desk, his partner quickly talking on a radio.
“You can call me Supergirl, not very original, I know, but it’s kind of a family tradition at this point,” Kara joked, extending a hand and helping an old woman to her feet.
“Are you really… you know?” He continued, glancing to the El house crest on her chest and quickly back up to her face. “I mean, I never heard of Superman hurting a criminal.”
“Yep, he’s my cousin. Probably gonna be working with him sometimes. Let’s just say I’m not as experienced in restraining myself or as kind as he is,” Kara just shrugged her shoulders at the man. Patting the old woman down, Kara paid attention to see if her body really was doing well, but outside of a slightly accelerated heartbeat from the action, she was surprisingly fit for her age. “Are you sure you’re feeling fine ma’am?”
“Yes, yes, thank you sweetie,” the old grandma adjusted her dress and grasped for her purse, but it wasn’t there. “Oh my, have you seen my purse, it’s yellow and…”
Suddenly, her computer caught a police chase happening at the other side of town. A man seemed to be doing drugs and, once pulled over, decided to try and make a run for it. The police didn’t know if he was armed or not.
“Here it is ma’am,” Kara flashed towards the fallen purse and handed it over. Glancing around, she looked at the kid crying on his father’s chest, but already saw the panic was starting to fade. Good.
Nodding to herself, she noted that the security people were keeping an eye on the guns. A quick check on everyone’s heartbeats and their positioning later, she was sure that nobody was gonna hurt the subdued criminals anytime soon. Raising her voice, she said. “Sorry people, duty calls!”
Bursting out of the bank, she found the footage from a news helicopter and followed it to quickly arrive at the location. A quick search on the internet later and Kara saw that the vehicle was actually stolen.
Such a pity. She was looking forward to dropping on top of the car and scaring the hell out of the guy. There were two police cars following after the guy and other officers were doing their best to stop traffic so he wouldn’t hit anybody.
Flying down, Kara just grabbed the car by the rear bumper and quickly lifted it into the air, her bioelectrical field keeping it intact. Looking inside the car, she saw the man actually reaching for a gun so she threw the vehicle up and adjusted her grip.
“Ouch!” The man yelled as he hit his head on the ceiling, but he still reached towards the weapon that had fallen on the passenger seat’s floor.
Smirking, Kara started shaking the car, hard. The man hadn’t put on a seatbelt so, soon, grunts and swearwords increased in frequency as the man hit his body just about everywhere for half a minute.
“Oh god, I’m gonna throw up!”
Well, we couldn’t have that. Turning the car on the side, Kara opened the driver’s door and shook the man out of the car. He fell half a meter to the floor, hitting his side and promptly turning around to release the drugs on his stomach all over the pavement.
Right behind her, both police cars came to a stop, their tires screaming as they parked around her and four officers jumped out, pointing handguns towards her and the man on the floor while hiding behind the car doors.
“Drop your weapon!” One of the officers yelled, so Kara slowly floated away from the druggie and, carefully, laid the car down. “On the floor, get on the fucking floor!”
At her side, she saw two of the officers jumping on top of the still throwing up car thief and pulling his arm back to put cuffs on him, screaming orders all the while.
Floating in the air above the car, Kara lifted both hands up in a non threatening gesture. “Please, don’t shoot. The bullets are just gonna bounce off and I’m gonna have to catch them before they hit somebody. I don’t want to bother.”
“Get on the…!” One of the officers started to yell, but the second one interrupted him and shook his head. “What!?”
“John, remember our meta-human classes,” The man whispered, holstering his weapon. “Stop pointing your gun at the flying brick, man. We use hollow points for Christ’s sake, it’s not gonna do anything.”
The first man just looked at his gun for a few seconds and then, slowly, lowered the weapon, holding it pointing to the floor with his finger off the trigger.
Kara lowered her arms and floated closer, stopping just a couple of centimeters above the road to watch them arrest the man and search the vehicle. It wasn’t even damaged by her rough handling, her field keeping it mostly intact.
“Sorry about that, I take it you’re a new hero?” The officer came closer, still keeping a wary gaze on her.
“What gave that away?”
“Well, a villain wouldn’t have lifted their arms, and the Superman inspiration is pretty obvious,” the man said, giving a brief glance at her suit as a third police car arrived. “What’re you called?”
“Supergirl,” Kara answered, crossing her arms behind her back as she floated. “The branding kinda goes too well with the costume and the power set.”
“Hmmm, hey, John, didn’t we have a Superwoman here a couple years ago?” He called out to the man checking the car.
“Yeah, but she didn’t have any powers,” The officer called back, still frowning as he spoke on the radio. “Tried to do a Batman, but she got shot in a month or so, another precinct arrested her for vigilantism after that.”
“So, anything to do with you?” The officer asked and Kara noticed that the others were kind of giving them space. Was that part of the meta-human classes he’d mentioned? She’d have to look into that.
“Well, since Superman is actually my cousin, that’s really unlikely,” Kara answered, her head turning towards the side as she heard a car crash in the distance.
A quick glance on her computer and Kara quickly found a camera watching the accident revealing that, while it had greatly damaged the two vehicles, both drivers were already getting out of the cars on their feet and there were no other people involved.
“Huh, what’s with the mask then?” The man asked, lifting an eyebrow at her.
“Seriously? I say I’m Big Blue’s cousin and your first question is about the mask?” Kara breathed in frustration. “Do you have any idea how much trouble my cousin goes to in order to keep his secret identity? I mean, it’s not really anything big, but he does a lot of small, annoying tricks, a mask is just easier.”
“Really? I always thought he was just a shape-shifter or something,” The policemen shrugged, watching as one of his partners forced the criminal inside a car. “Kinda like the Martian dude, you know? Anyways, you got super-strength, speed, heat vision and all that like the big dude?”
“Is there a reason for all those questions?” Kara asked suspiciously, despite his calm attitude, she could see the tension on his body and how hard his heart was beating.
“Gathering information… and, well, trying to form a good relationship,” the guy shamelessly admitted. “Pretty standard with a new meta-human, or alien I guess. At least when we don’t stand a chance of arresting them for vigilantism. Are you staying in the city or just passing through?”
“Probably staying, why?”
“Well, I’d really suggest you call the Chief sometime in the near future,” the guys said, pulling out a small piece of paper from his pocket and writing a number on it before handing it over. “I mean, in a lot of places the department absolutely hates their resident heroes, but it’s always best to have a good relationship.”
“Right, I’ll probably do that soon,” Kara commented, feeling quite odd at the interaction. Really, she had never thought about forming a relationship with the local law enforcement. Did Kal have some kind of deal in Metropolis before forming the League?
Folding the paper, Kara put it on one of her coat’s inner pockets. Seeing that things were done here, she nodded to the officer and floated up, quickly catching sight of a drug dealer in a corner over a dozen blocks away.
A slight smile curled Kara’s lips upward. Time to scare the crap out of him. She’d just have to be careful not to go too far.
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Comments
Rootbeerguy
Patrol chapters are great.
White Neko Knight
The patrol was great. And now that I think about it having a good relationship with the police is rare in comics. Probably doesn't help that the police are as often the villains as heros. She might not think about it, especially sense she's tech focused, but it would be neat if she tried out keeping elected officials honest.
UncrownedKing
Gotta say, I really like the patrol. Not enough stories spend time just doing that every now and then.
