Bella MacLeod's Twilight Fanfiction

Call Me Kara

By BetterInTexas

Chapter 49:

Even while fighting Savage, Kara had not hit him as hard as she could. The first strike had not been near the force she could throw and from that point it became a battle of Savage’s staff versus her heat vision. Probably not the smartest strategy and one she would not employ today, but it had been the most power she had used since Myriad. She knew when she fought Astra, she had not hit her aunt as hard as she could. Kara should have hit her when she had her down during the battle that Astra let her win. Her aunt should not have had to throw the fight. Kara should have beaten her. She was younger, stronger, faster, but she wasn’t as experienced. Despite her inexperience, Kara could have destroyed her aunt but her heart wasn’t in it. During the battle in Fort Roz, She had lost the battle in the air, sent back to the ground hard, but won the battle of will with Non.

The last time she had hit someone as hard as she could had been Non the night Astra died, the night after Kara had woken up, feeling like she had lost her world again. She remembered that night as clearly as any night of her life.

She remembered being on top of Non and striking him over and over again, the fear in his eyes when he realized he could not beat her, that she was stronger, she was more fierce and she could beat him to death. Despite the despair and rage that she felt, Superwoman remembered how good it felt to hit someone with all the force she could generate, over and over again. She had not had the chance since then.

Not until this moment, high over the police bomb disposal site, in the air, facing an Amazon dressed in a red bodysuit who told Kara to give her best. Donna Troy claimed that while her skin was not impenetrable, her strength matched Kara’s and her bones would not break. She wanted Superwoman to attack her with all the Kryptonian’s power.

The poor child had no idea who she was talking to.

Donna Troy had come to the Justice League meeting dye before. They had all hung out, Zatanna and Thea showing her the town mostly, not because Kara didn’t like the girl, she did, but because Lexie came first and Lexie was still a newborn who needed a lot of attention as she would be a toddler who would need a lot of attention and so on. Lexie would always need a lot of attention. Without Barry at home, being at work the last six days, Kara had worked double time, not realizing how much having him there had helped.

But today was training day. Today was the day Kara shook off the rust from her forced sabbatical from being a superhero. It was also the day the League would see for the first time, what Donna Troy was capable of. The Amazon Princess asked Kara to not hold back, and Superwoman would oblige.

The two floated over the crowd of heroes six hundred feet below. Little Lexie was wrapped in her nervous father’s arms a half mile away and as if sensing the impending battle, her eyes were wide open and staring at the sky. Charlie was barking in Ray’s arms as if wanting Kara to swoop down and grab him. He had never flown with her and wasn’t sure how he felt about her being up so high.

“Have I told you how cute you are suited out, swaddling your baby?” Thea asked the Flash. Barry wasn’t in the mood for teasing however. His eyes were looking back and forth between the two women hovering in the sky, watching nervously. It had been so long since Kara had flown he forgot how awe inspiring she looked above, cape flowing in the breeze behind her.

“Why hasn’t Kara attacked yet?” Barry asked.

“What do you think the two of us did at archery practice, Barry? We didn’t just talk about shooting arrows into tennis balls. Donna has heard stories from Diana, I am sure. She is expecting Kara to make the first move, probably a heat blast. Kara knows that Donna can be hurt with that but not defeated. She is waiting for Donna to make a move.” Oliver explained.

“And if Donna doesn’t?”

“She will. She is young and a warrior. It would hurt her pride to stand there, or float as the case may be, and wait for an attack. She will become impatient and attack.”

As if hearing him from below, Donna had decided Kara Allen would not attack her first. In her trials she had always been attacked first. She could tell by her eyes, that Kara was assessing her. She was not frowning, or smiling, just watching with a stoic face, assessing the brunette. Remembering the power and heat of Kara’s heat vision, Donna expected her to attack with a blast again, planning this time to deflect it, hopefully back at the Kryptonian, or at least dodge and attack her while she was engaged in the show of power.

Instead Kara made it clear to her. She was the Amazon, she was new and it was her move to prove herself.

Kara had guessed correctly. She read the Amazon’s eyes and knew she would make the first move and it would be a show of power. Donna flew towards her at impressive speed, right fist raised to strike, way to soon. Kara floated, not moving and a second before Donna struck, Superwoman laid back, kicking her in the stomach as she flew by and swung at the spot Kara had been. The blonde simply laid back as if on a mattress and Donna’s wind was knocked from her. Turning to find her opponent, trying to catch her breath and not grab her abdomen or show weakness, she was hit in the jaw, harder than she ever believed possible, the sound of thunder heard all over Central City. Her unbreakable jaw cracked, then a follow up into her already sore solar plexus bent Donna over. Feeling the blonde’s hands on the back of her head, she tried to escape, only to find the grip was unbreakable and her head thrown straight down into a knee covered by a red boot. The blow to her forehead made her dizzy and her eyes closed.

Kara moved above while Donna’s eyes were closed and took her in. It would be easy to land a blow to the back of her head, sending her crashing to the ground but she didn’t. One blow to the jaw, a knee to the forehead and a strike to the forehead was all it took to have the Amazon at a disadvantage. Kara knew she was still a very strong opponent. She had not fought anyone in the sky for a long time, even before the pregnancy. She and Oliver had talked about the potential of using different martial arts strikes, and the ability to use distance and height with no little obstacle like gravity to maximize her potential.

Donna looked around in all directions, not finding her opponent and beginning to panic. She felt a bit frightened when she heard a whistle above her. Looking up she saw Kara shoot farther up into the sky at incredible speed. Not to be out done, Donna followed, hoping to catch her by the boot and throw her to the ground. This Superwoman obviously had much skill fighting in the air. Princess Diana had told her not to take the woman lightly.

Kara felt Donna coming behind her and slowed once she reach thousand feet. As she expected Donna reached for her foot. Kara flipped in the air, the Amazon shot past her, then stopped, watching the blonde fall towards the Earth. Donna flew down after her, for the first time, grabbing the lasso clipped to her belt and tossed it, planning to catch Kara’s foot and pull her back up into one of her own strikes. Throwing the lasso with uncanny precision, she knew she had hit home, until the blonde stopped and stood up on air, grabbing the lasso with her hand. Not willing to give up the weapon Hera herself gave to her, Donna held on, hoping to win a game of tug of war.

It was a mistake. As strong as Donna Troy was, she was no match for a Kryptonian who could lift a million tons.

Kara pulled the girl down, hitting her in the jaw again, a boom heard easily ten miles away in Central City. Donna lost her grip on the lasso, and Kara carefully wrapped the falling rope around her hand and arm and shot back up to Donna’s level. Tossing the rope towards the quickly angering Amazon, Kara took her in.

“Don’t become angry. It has never helped me before unless I was locked in a battle of wills with an equal opponent. We are teammates. Use this to get better, not to be angry. Are you okay? Need time to heal anything? We aren’t here to battle to the death.”

Donna was surprised at the calm candor of the heroine and it calmed her somewhat.

“Don’t worry about who is watching. Not one of them can hang with me in the air either. You are the first to have the guts to try. Why did you try to use her lasso to catch me from above?”

“To stop you, bring you back to me, so I could use my momentum to strike you as I pulled up.”

“You are strong, but pulling me up would have taken power and momentum out of your strike. It would have been better to try it on my way up. You could have stopped me and continued to fly up, using your speed to hit me in the jaw. Cisco, how fast was she rising?”

“One hundred feet a second.” he told her through the com.

“Impressive.”

“You slowed down. How fast can you fly?” Donna asked, anger forgotten.

“Fast. I have a feeling I am faster than your Princess Diana. Probably stronger as well. I also know if I were to fight her now she would wipe the floor with me. I can only teach you what I have learned from my battles in the air. I have about two years experience. She has a lot more. So I am going to teach you what I know about the air and maybe the next time the two of us see her we can take her out together.”

“Together? Two against one?”

‘Something tells me she would still have the advantage. Even if she didn’t, we assume she does.”

“Two against one doesn’t seem fair.” Donna mused, thinking of the battles she had fought along side her sisters. Each would engage an opponent, defeat the opponent and move to the next.

“Fair? Fair goes out the window when you are fighting someone who wants to kill you. Fair doesn’t stop someone from destroying a city or even ending a single life. Fair doesn’t matter. Look below you. If one of us is attacked by an enemy, that enemy will be attacked by all of us at once. That is the strength of belonging to a team as you do now.”

“I understand. So shall we go at it again?”

“Are you still angry?”

“Nope. I’m good. I haven’t lost a battle in a while. My mother taught me and she is the greatest warrior in the history of this world.”

“I have no doubt. I hope to meet her one day. I’ve never met royalty. So you can handle flying in rough wind?”

“Yes, I have…”

Before Donna could provide her bad weather flight qualifications, Kara twirled her arms, a trick she had learned from Barry, making a vortex. Donna was caught in it, and just like Carter Hall when Barry used it on him, Donna began twisting in the wind. Kara stopped and used her freeze breath, striking the Amazon in the front, effectively blinding her, forcing her to close her eyes to avoid her tear ducts freezing.

The cold wind stopped and Donna focused on Kara in front of her, and to the side, and then behind her, to the left.

“Its a speed mirage. Barry taught it to me. I’m not as fast as he is now, but to do this you don’t have to be that fast, just fast enough. I can handle it barely. Which on of me isn’t blurry?”

“You all are.”

“Exactly.” Kara struck out with her foot striking the woman in her chest, then grabbing an arm throwing her straight into the ground, where she made a small crater. Landing near her, Kara kept her distance but watched the girl slowly rise. No one could deny she was tough as nails.

“Use your heat vision and finish her.” she heard Oliver whisper from a half mile away. Kara had to smile. He was more into this fight than she was. He seemed to have forgotten this was training. Of course thinking of how he and Nyssa trained it shouldn’t have come as a surprise.

“That tickled a bit, I admit. Am I fast enough to do that? The mirage?” Donna asked.

“Maybe. Barry did it when he was first learning a lot of tricks. He has gotten a lot faster. He could probably make dozens. The most I can do is four and that isn’t easy and I can’t do any on the ground. I’m faster in the air. Now we go to your strength. Ground fighting.”

Kara unsnapped her cape and let it float to the ground. No sense giving her something extra to grab.

Donna was prepared, thinking of her opening move. Kara decided not to give her time to think. She shot her heat vision at the Amazon, who quickly blocked the beams and sent them back towards Kara, who dodged, just in time.

“Cisco, tell me Barry…”

“He has it. Alex has Lexie far away, and Carter and Ray are in front of them both. They aren’t in the angle of attack, just as you instructed Momma.”

Kara’s worry for her daughter, stupid since she shouldn’t have allowed her to come out in the first place, cost her. Donna hit the woman in the jaw, sending her flying back and rolling. Hopping to her feet, Donna attacked again, sweeping her legs. Instead of falling, Kara lay back a foot above the ground, kicking Donna and sending her back where she had been before. Kara took a knee and waited, head down. Hearing the brunette charging, Superwoman grab a chunk of dirt from the ground and tossed it into her face, the soil burying itself in her enemy’s eyes. She followed up with a powerful swing to Donna’s stomach, and elbow to the back of her head sending her down.

Surprisingly, Donna bent and came back up, an uppercut catching Kara under the chin, A side kick landed on her ear, whipping Kara around. Two arms were around her from behind, trying to choke her.

“Nice moves.” Kara gasped out. Donna didn’t respond, focusing on squeezing her arms in a vice around the blonde’s neck.

“I’m sorry.” Kara gasped, catching Donna by surprise.

“Sorry?”

“Yeah, this is the first time my daughter has seen me fight and she won’t see me lose.”

Superwoman, swung her head back, into Donna’s already sore forehead, stomped on her foot, then flipped over, Donna landing on the ground first. Her choke hold loosened for a split second, allowing Kara to free her arm and swing a back elbow into the woman’s face. Flipping over she grabbed the girl and tossed her into the air. Before the brunette landed, Kara struck her with a fist to the solar plexus, taking her wind. When Donna gained her bearing, she realized she was on her back, a fierce blonde sitting on top of her chest, pinning her to the ground and a fist raised that she had no doubt could crush her skull with the solid ground behind her.

“I think its probably time we called it a day. I have to feed Lexie in ten minutes. Barry is going to want to but it’s my turn.”

“You want me to yield?”

“No, because we aren’t fighting, we are training. We are on the same side. You did good.”

Kara stood up and offered a hand which Donna gratefully took, lifting her sore body out of the dirt.

“You are strong, you are fast and you have known battle.” Donna admitted.

“Yeah and I made life a lot harder than it needed to be for myself. Oliver and Nyssa have taught me quite a bit. I threw dirt in your eyes. Do you know why?”

“Because fair goes out the window when you are fighting?”

“Spoken like Oliver Queen.”

“I am embarrassed.” Donna admitted. “I hoped for a better showing.”

‘I hit you with everything I had. No one on this Earth could survive that. No one except you. Never be embarrassed. Only be embarrassed when you quit. You didn’t quit. There have been a lot of times I have been embarrassed. I fought a man twice who nearly killed me and my cousin had to save me. I was embarrassed and angry but I learned and the next time I met him, I defeated him. Alex and my friend J’onn figured out a way and told me how. Teamwork. Your people are at peace, correct?”

“How do you know?”

“Because your mother wants you to learn to fight in wars. Donna you are strong, tough, abnormally fast. You blocked my heat vision. Actually you anticipated it coming and raised your arms in the correct defense by following my eyes. You are a warrior and have nothing to be embarrassed about. Why don’t you come to our place for dinner? I will have a job for you in about thirty minutes.”

“A job?”

“Technically since it is your fault that my powers returned including my enhanced senses, you Princess Donna, will learn how to change a diaper. Princess Alexandra usually has business to take care of about thirty minutes after she eats. The smell is… I’m still getting used to it. So you can pick up some slack.”

“I see. Princess Alexandra, huh? What kingdom does she rule?” Donna asked playfully.

“The kingdom of Central City and she has a League of the greatest heroes on Earth as her personal army. She even has you now.”

“Then I shall be glad to learn this challenging task you call changing a diaper. I’ve never seen it done actually. No children were on the island. Speaking of, I have never really seen men before this journey. I have to say they are intriguing. The one with the scars, Oliver isn’t it?”

“Taken. Taken by the woman you are going to need to get the ID and other documents you are going to need to live in this world. She is the scariest of all of us. Computers run the so called world of man and she is their queen.”

“Oh, okay… Ray?”

“Go for it.”

“Go for what? You mean…”

‘I was talking about asking him out, not… yeah.”

“Asking him out? I am a princess. I don’t ask men out or anyone for that matter. Why are we walking so slowly?”

“Thought I would give you time for the swelling in your jaw to go down. How fast do you heal?”

“It depends. I can heal very fast if I need to but the process is intense and leaves me vunerable. During a fight it would leave me at a disadvantage. Normally, I prefer to not get injured. My bones are quite strong as you can tell, as am I, but I am not impenetrable as you are. An arrow is able to pierce my skin, not a feeling I enjoy. Luckily, I was making headway in choking you though.”

“You were. With enough strength, though you wouldn’t be able to break my strength, you could conceivably close my throat and cut off my air. It has been used against me before. I’ve learned to tuck my chin now. You were having a harder time because instead of pushing against my throat, you were having to push my jaw into my throat. Not easy to do.”

“And how did you find this out?”

“Nyssa choked me out in the training room once. Once is all it takes to be motivated to learn techniques to stop it.”

“She choked you… does she not like you?”

“Of course she does. It’s practically impossible not to like me… okay, some people have tried to kill me before but I like to think if they got to know me they wouldn’t have. Thats what I am going with.”

Donna laughed, like every other person that knew Kars, enjoying being in the presence of such an upbeat and positive woman who hit harder than the gods of Olympus.

A couple hundred feet from the gathered crowd, Charlie ran at a dead sprint for his mother who lifted him in her arms. He licked her twenty or so times on the face then growled at Donna.

“Charlie! Be nice. Sorry, he is kinda protective. You should see him box. He is pretty fierce for his size. Come on boy, lets go feed Lexie before Daddy gets to.”

Donna took an offered ice pack from Jax and gratefully put it on her jaw.

“I ain’t seen anybody survive going up against her. You got heart, Donna Troy.”

“Thank you.” she told the man gratefully.

“Course she was taking it easy on you and could have beat you to a pulp but its all good. She can do that to any of us except Barry and if she could catch him she would beat him up too.”

While Donna was accepting congratulations on surviving, Kara made a line for Barry who was preparing a bottle.

“Do not give her that. Have you checked the temperature?”

“Waiting on you.” he admitted. “Did you have fun playing whack the Amazon?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be getting ready to train? I thought you all were playing capture the flag or something?”

“We are. Just thought I would feed Lexie…”

“My turn. Give me the formula and then give me my Princess.”

Kara took the offered bottle and took the nipple off, using her heat vision to gently warm it. Checking the temperature on her forearm and satisfied, she took her daughter and began feeding the baby with a Kara sized appetite. Barry kissed both his ladies foreheads and took off.

“I can’t believe how well you did out there for your first time being back in uniform.” Alex told her. “I am so proud of you.”

“I owe it all to you.” Kara told her.

“I didn’t do much. Sure I trained you back when you first started and we spar…”

“No, I mean if you hadn’t started sleeping with Nyssa she probably never would have trained me as well. So thank you.”

Kara could stop grinning, so Alex nodded her head. “Red sun room tomorrow. We will see what Nyssa has taught you.”

“Not what she taught you, I am sure.” Kara continued to goad. Alex walked off, a bit red faced. Motherhood had certainly made Kara more… open in her conversations with night before, after Alex had been granted the privilege of putting Lexie to bed, Kara relayed how now that she had her powers back she was horny and her bracelet wasn’t ready. She asked Alex if she thought Barry could heal fast enough that it wouldn’t mess up the mood. Alex’s mood ruined, she left without another word, greatly disturbed.

“Look at those silly boys and girls playing, Lexie. One day you will be able to take them all out with a finger… oh, that looked like it hurt. Prince Khufu does like to hit Aunt Alex in the head with a mace. Oh look, Aunt Alex just shot him… I don’t think that was a knock out bullet. Ouch. Zatanna is going to have some healing to do later. All the weapons she has on that suit and she always goes for the gun first. Seems like it would be breaking some ninja code of honor, don’t you think?”

Kara watched Zatanna cause the ground under Oliver to turn to water, sending him splashing down. He popped a hand up that Thea shot, wrapping the wire and pulling him out by the arm. He rolled and fired a knockout arrow at Zatanna, who turned it to sand, but she was not quick enough to do the same to the second arrow that struck her in the chin, knocking her down hard.

Nyssa stood in front of one flag, staring across the field at the enemy’s commander, Barry Allen who also watched her. She knew he was waiting to make his move, she knew it could be faster than even she could react to, so instead of her bow she lay a hand on the sword inside her robe, ready to flip it up and impale the man at the slightest opportunity. Kara of course used her X ray vision to see under Nyssa’s robe the sword in her hand.

“Look Lexie, Aunt Nyssa is about to turn Daddy into shish kabob. That sounds so good right now. You are going to love it one day when you get teeth. I am going to learn to grill shish kabob. Yep, I’m going to learn to cook. No more takeout every night for us. Don’t worry though because Daddy can heal from a sword shredding his internal organs, isn’t that right Auntie Caitlin?”

“We can go with that if you want, Kara.” Caitlin told her through the com, not sounding confident.

Alex and of all people Sara, worked impressively taking on Oliver and Thea. It seemed Nyssa got a sadistic thrill out of forcing them to work together. Alex was doing well against Oliver, until Thea broke off from Sara and twisted striking Alex in the helmet with a blow, distracting her long enough for Oliver to flip her to the ground. Sara landed a kick to Oliver’s head, and Alex swiped Thea’s feet, sending them both into a grappling match. Jax, distracted by watching Alex and Thea roll on the ground because he was a man, ignored the warning in his head, also known as his smarter half Martin Stein and took a concentrated laser beam to his back. Carter landed next to Zatanna, to protect their most powerful asset and hope she could heal the bullet wound in his shoulder. There would definitely be a new rule about using live rounds in training. The Alex Zorel rule had a nice sound to it. Kendra swooped from above striking at Carter with her talons, slicing through the skin on his chest, not for the first time.

“Stop trying to wake your girlfriend up and fight Prince Khufu. Or is your flesh wound too much for you to handle?”

“Flesh wound?! She shot me! Real bullet and all the blood that comes with it!”

“Ray, take the flag.” Nyssa ordered. The Atom landed in front as Nyssa jumped off the make shift platform ran towards the gang war that was Alex Danvers and the Canary engaged with the Green Arrow and Speedy. The moment she moved, Barry moved. Ray could not see him move, only his eyes from across the field. They glowed, electricity brightly flashing and then he felt a blow to the midsection, sending him flying passed the flag, that Barry then held. Then the Flash felt it. Barry could feel all the movement on the field, even the movement above as Carter tried to fly while Kendra beat him, Jax’s heat coming towards him, the motion of the fighters on the ground, even Zatanna getting groggily to her feet. He felt the motion like it was a thick liquid, one he could draw into himself. Attempting to do just that, all the combatants on the field were surprised to see themselves slowing down in their movements. Donna who watched from the sidelines while her head injuries healed noticed it and stood by Kara quickly.

“What is going on?” she asked, disturbed seeing everyone moving as if in slow motion, looking for a new enemy.

Kara watching the field with wide eyes had no idea. She suspected though.

“I think Barry is stealing the kinetic energy of the movement around him.” she whispered.

“He can do that?”

“Yesterday he couldn’t but today is a new day I suppose. A year ago he couldn’t circle the globe. Now, it doesn’t seem to be a problem. When I first met him I could fly at Mach 2 and he could run at Mach 5. Now he has broken any measurement of speed by human description. I am still flying at Mach 2.”

“You are right Kara. The readings are unbelievable. He is getting stronger, his vibrations are getting even faster while the movement of everyone around him is slowing down. I think he is drawing the kinetic energy of those around him.” Cisco agreed. “But you are wrong about one thing. On your way up you were flying a lot faster than Mach 2, closer to Mach 4 when you rose and that was in a short distance. We need to get a reading on you in the next couple days. I know you used to play around and the vortex wasn’t a big deal for you but you shouldn’t have been able to pull that speed mirage off as easily as you did. You used to look like a circle of made four perfect images today.”

“I’ve been out of the field for a while Cisco and had a lot of power built up. I’m good, pay attention to Barry and make sure he doesn’t burn up, please?”

“This is unbelievable.” Harry muttered through the com quietly, probably from behind Cisco.

Barry turned and saw all had stopped fighting or even moving, watching him, flag in hand, a blur resembling bad TV reception. He moved towards Carter quicker than any could see, he was there one second, gone the next as if teleporting. Grabbing Carter’s arm, he began vibrating the man with one hand on his shoulder while the other hand phased into Hawkman and pulled the bullet out. He stretched out with his power and rapidly healed Carter’s arm. It happened so quickly Carter barely had time to say ow.

“Now that the bullet is out, you think you can take out your girlfriend? She is making you look bad, man.” Barry asked him.

Carter winked and lifted into the sky again, this time healthy and right into a surprised Hawkwoman’s body.

Barry appeared in front of a surprised Nyssa. She had grown used to Barry’s red streak and lighting trail. Oliver had told her the streak gave a seconds warning as to where he planned to strike. Today there was no lightning trail, no sonic boom, no red streak. It truly appeared as if he were teleporting.

“I have the flag. Game over.” he told her.

“You are getting faster and not just at running. Excellent job Barry.”

“Thanks. I’m going to take my daughter and wife home and play host to the Amazon. Again in two days time? Our ground forces need to be on one team and air force on the other. Two days should give you enough time to figure out how to beat them, correct?” he asked her playfully.

“I knew how to beat them months ago. I look forward to the challenge, provided you do not steal anyone’s speed.”

“How did you do that, Barry ? I felt like I was swinging through molasses.” Oliver told him.

“You’ve swung through molasses before?”

“Uh… what? No, of course not, but…”

“Then how would you know how it feels? I honestly don’t know how I did it. I grabbed the flag but even with my back to you all I could feel the movement behind me. It was like the kinetic energy was a real thing and I could grab it and bring it to myself. All I know is I felt faster and you guys were moving slower. See you all in two days.”

Barry once again seemed to teleport to Kara’s side, surprising Donna, though she tried to hide it.

“He is getting very, very powerful.” Sara mused. No one could disagree. “How would you even begin to figure out a way to defeat him Nyssa?”

“I couldn’t. Oliver couldn’t, I doubt even Kara could.”

“Wow.”

All seemed to agree with Sara’s assessment so the training session broke up, all prepared to go home. Kara had Lexie and Charlie in their seats and sat between the two in the back, continuing to feed a still hungry baby, while Barry drove with Donna seated in the front passenger seat. A year ago someone of Donna Troy’s beauty and other large attributes pressed under a skin tight bodysuit would have threatened Kara, made her jealous and insecure, but those days were long gone. Barry and her shared a soul now bound by vows and the physical manifestation of their love was the beautiful blonde next to her.

Once home, Lexie, on schedule, took care of nature’s call. Donna apparently had quite a bit of super senses herself, as evidenced by the wrinkling of her nose.

“Barry, would you show Donna the perfect technique for changing a diaper?”

“Be glad to. Her changing station is in the nursery. If you would accompany me, Princess Donna?”

Kara considered starting dinner, or as the rest of humanity called it, putting a couple frozen pizzas in the oven and setting the temperature to 360. She was making progress though, she hadn’t just ordered delivery. Superwoman was becoming more domestic by the day. Instead she decided to wait a bit even after the oven preheated and used her X ray vision to watch the Amazon and her husband.

Watching Donna’s face when hit with Lexie’s true superpower as the soiled diaper was taken off was hilarious, but Kara kept her cool. She had not had much of an easier time since her powers returned, though Martin and Harry assured her they were close to replicating the bracelet, it couldn’t be soon enough. Holding her daughter, while she loved it, could be nerve wracking as a new mother, wanting to be sure not to hurt the little one. Having to control her strength was a huge challenge that frightened her but nothing would stop her from holding her daughter.

Kara’s ability to play it cool was gone however when Lexie made her other talent known. Donna screamed, not loudly thankfully, while Lexie lay there and smiled, a habit she was quickly forming that Kara loved.

The Amazon walked out of the room, speechless for a moment.

“She… she…”

“Peed on you? Yeah, she does that. It doesn’t happen often but yeah… it happens. Bathroom is third door down the hall on the left. Towels are in the cabinet. I’ll bring you some jeans and one of my,,, probably should go with one of my sleeping tee shirts since you are a bit bigger than me in… yeah.”

Donna walked out of the bathroom thirty minutes later to the smell of pizza, a food she quickly fell in love with and a sight that warmed her heart. Lexie lay on a blanket on the floor, while Charlie slept next to her. The baby was awake and Kara and Barry were both laid out next to the child, talking to her softly, telling her she was loved. Kara amazed her, a woman of such power being humble and loving at the same time. Barry also intrigued her, his love for the two females apparent in his eyes. He worshipped them. Donna wondered not for the first time, what her father would have been like. Zatanna and Thea had taught her much about this culture in a short time, but it seemed Princess Diana was right. Not all men were bad. The men of this League were loyal and brave, those that had partners were obviously loyal to them. Barry and Kara noted she had came back in the room.

“Princess Alexandra gives her sincere apology.” the blonde told her with a smile. Donna laughed, despite the horror she felt at another living being’s urine on her hands and the idea of changing a soiled garment.

“On behalf of myself and the great Amazon nation, I accept her gracious apology. Do I smell pizza?”

“Yep, home made pizza.” Kara told her.

“Kara means she heated it up in our home. Go ahead and help yourself, you two. I’m going to keep Lexie and Charlie company.”

“So where ddid you get your outfit, the red one?” Kara asked, while Donna sat on the couch and Barry and her ate on the floor next to Lexie who had drifted off to sleep for a few hours. She still hadn’t slept through an entire night but the little wake up calls for food bothered neither of them.

“Princess Diana provided it for me. I wanted armor but she told me the reaction to armor was a bit unsettling to the inhabitants of this world. She said the form fitting suit would give me an advantage in battles against men and some women. It is a bit uncomfortable, the tightness anyway. We wore robes, gowns, and armor on my home. But the material does well in flight so I am grateful. I suppose the advantage over men is due to the simple fact that nearly every aspect of my body leaves little to the imagination. She told me red was one of the two favorite colors of the both of you. I admire your armor, Kara. It is form fitting, snug but not overly so and the technology in it is fascinating. Thea tells me you are blessed with your power by Apollo?”

“She said that? Apollo? Because I am pretty certain Thea doesn’t know anything about Apollo.” Kara pointed out.

“Fine, she said sun. The speech and deities of this world are difficult to get used to.”

“Believe me, I know. Even after I learned English, I would still say Thank Rao, or use Rao whenever someone from this planet used God. Talk about awkward. One time Alex told a teacher I had a mild case of tourette syndrome when I said it. I didn’t find it as amusing as she did.”

“Was it difficult to blend in to this culture?”

“It was extremely difficult. It was like starting over, like everything I knew had been reset and nothing I knew prior mattered. To top it off I had these powers that I had to hide or I would attract a lot of unwanted attention. I hadn’t realized I already had. Sometimes I wonder if I had used them, if I could have saved Jeremiah. Oh well, whats happened… has happened. But hey, at least you know English so you have a head start on me. I’m… we are going to put our princess in bed. Barry insists on being there every time. He likes to talk in monitor and then move in here to make sure he hears his own voice. Its ridiculous because I hear every beat of her heart and breath that she takes but men do ridiculous things. You will figure that out the first time you go to a bar.”

“Thank you both, all of you, your League, have been so welcoming. This would be a very strange world and I probably would have flown back to Themyscira if I had been on my own. Its ridiculous because I was born here but… regardless you have all made this a smooth transition. I almost feel bad about the beating I will give you the next time we face each other in training.”

“I look forward to it. There is no shame in being defeated by an Amazon Warrior.”

“I am glad you understand…”

“But it’s not going to happen. Positive thinking is good for you though, so keep it up.” Kara finished with a wink.

One week later Kara opened her gallery officially. Only her family and friends were there while she cut the ribbon. She had graciously turned down Iris’s offer for media coverage. Kara wanted this low key, feeling that the Kara Allen Art Gallery was an art gallery, not a nightclub. Her art had been moved, several paintings filled the floor on easels and hung on the walls, a few in the windows, a small desk with a register she hoped she would need and bright lights spotlighted the artwork. Ray had done much research on the aspects of lighting artwork and wired the lights himself, not trusting others to do it. He had even shrunk and ran a scanner over every inch of wire in the walls to make sure all were rated correctly and safe.

Kara’s real excitement was the back of the gallery cut off from the view of the general public. Lexie had a bed, a playpen, a changing station, a soft rug to lay on with Lexie and Kara had an easel and her paints, ready to create. Charlie had his portable bed, balls and chew toys along with new food and water bowls and all was right in the would also keep her private artwork in the back. While Lexie slept and Barry worked reluctantly during the day, Kara had been painting a portrait off a photo she had taken of Barry asleep in bed, Lexie in his arms. She would be giving it to him on his birthday.

For now it remained covered, half finished. She had not expected any sales today. Kara had forbid family and friends from buying anything and made Nyssa swear not to call her art friends. She wanted to succeed or fail on her own. So instead of buying, Eliza and Alex walked around taking hundreds of pictures of Kara everywhere in the gallery to document the day. By 2 PM no one had come in to even browse but the Superhero was not concerned. She had a great day. Lexie had been in a good mood all day, she had painted quite a bit and fed and played with her daughter quite a bit as well. She had no radio, preferring to sing to her daughter and enjoyed herself.

At 3:30 a woman, slender in her fifties, obviously of money judging by the brand of shoes, clothing and her Gucci purse, walked in, asking rather loudly if anyone worked here. Kara walked out, after requesting Charlie that he stay put, with Lexie in her arms, feeding her daughter.

“Can I help you Ma’am?”

“Is the owner here?”

“That would be me. Is there a problem?”

‘No, no problem.” the woman answered, surprised at seeing a young mother owning a gallery such as this. “I wanted to know who painted the piece in the window, the one of what appears to be Central City from the sky. Which artist is that and where can I find him or her?”

“Uh, all these paintings are mine.”

“Yours?”

“Yes ma’am. I only sell my own work here.”

‘How did you do it?” she asked, a bit awed.

‘Uh, with oil paint and brushes?”

“No… the view from above, I have seen photographs taken from above by helicopters and planes but the view, the way you captured the essence of the scene, it is almost like being in the sky above it. It is beautiful.”

“Oh… thanks. I just saw a photo once of the scene and thought it looked too generic. Too… cold, I suppose. I would imagine a scene from above, one a person would see with their own eyes and not through a camera lens would be more personal. It’s not just the tops of buildings below but the people in them and on the street. The pets and even animals who sneak into the city, the old architecture clashing with the newer buildings, the children playing in the park, the essence of all the life that is below. I guess if I could fly that is what I would see. So I painted it.”

“You are new at this. Not painting but selling your work, aren’t you?” the lady asked. She had been around enough artists, young and starving and famous and accomplished to recognize the look of newness. The sight of this gallery was amazing. Most young artists did not have the money to pull something like this off, working instead on the streets of large cities.

“Yeah I guess I am. This is the first day I am open. Its been pretty quiet, just me and my daughter hanging out. You are the first person who has walked in.”

“How much for the painting?”

“Oh! A thousand dollars?” Kara tried. The woman smirked.

“You are new. You should value your work more. I will give you $1500 if you can have it delivered this afternoon to this address. You could have gotten me to pay three.” she told Kara with a smile. “You have a great eye. Your name?”

‘Kara Allen.”

“I assume you take credit cards?”

“Yeah, definitely, love those credit cards. It will be at your home by 4 today. Uh… you don’t know a woman named Nyssa, do you?”

“No, is she another artist?”

“Just the martial kind. Okay let me put down my daughter for a moment..,”

Kara walked quickly to the back and pulled the half drank bottle from Lexie and lay her in her bassinet.

“Just for a minute okay?”

Lexie’s cry was not the answer she hoped for. Putting the bottle aside she picked the newborn up and rushed back to the register.

“Its okay baby. We will get right back to your bottle. Momma is getting paid right now.” she whispered. Charlie walked to the door looking into the gallery, keeping an eye on his two charges but stayed in the back. The woman didn’t smell evil so he supposed that was good enough.

As the woman, named Emily Randall according to her credit card, walked out, Kara had a phone in one hand, Lexie in her other arms and was trying to hold a bottle with her chin so the baby could drink, stopping the crying. She definitely had Kara’s temper when she was hungry.

“Barry?”

“Whats wrong?” he asked, not her favorite greeting but one she could understand.

“Nothing, absolutely nothing. I sold a painting! $1500 dollars! Can you believe it? She doesn’t know anyone who knows me. At least when I said Nyssa’s name her heartbeat didn’t pick up.”

“Congratulations Kara. I knew you could do it but on your first day? You are amazing. Which one was it?”

“The one I painted of the city below.”

“I love that one,” Barry admitted. It wasn’t just her ability to fly. His wife had a unique and beautiful way of looking at the world, even after all she had gone through. He remembered her on the balcony at Catco, feeling defeated, sad but still looking out over the city with such yearning it broke his heart. “I’m so happy for you. How is the princess doing?”

“She wasn’t happy with me. I had to interrupt her feeding time to make the sale. Speaking of, I need to call Carter and see if he could slip away from his job of watching Ray to make sure he isn’t watching Kendra, and make a delivery for me.”

“Sorry you had to deal with that. It can’t be easy trying to run a business and take care of Lexie.”

“No… no its fine. She was great, we are great. Why would you say that Barry?”

“I didn’t mean you couldn’t take care of her. I just wish I was there to help. I could be.”

“I don’t want you running every time a customer walks in Barry. You have a job too. I got this. The three of us have had a great day together. Charlie played, I painted, I sang to Lexie when she was up. It has been a really great day.”

“I’m glad Kara. Just don’t be afraid to call me when you need me or just want me there. You two…”

“Three.”

“You three,” he corrected, “are more important to me than this job.”

“I know, baby. Just relax and do some CSI stuff. I got this. A gallery is a much better place for a baby than a murder scene, right?” Kara laughed. Barry didn’t.

“I’m proud of you, but you know that. I will see you as soon as I am done here.”

“I love you. Are you okay? You sound off.”

“I’m great. I just miss you and my little princess. See you soon.”

Barry hung up the phone and waited for the fall out. He had placed the letter on the Chief’s desk while he had been at lunch. He knew the Chief had meetings this afternoon so hoped he could get out for the day and talk to Kara tonight about his decision. He knew she would support him.

“Allen!” Singh’s voice broke the silence of the lab in an abrupt manner.

“Yeah?” he asked, already knowing.

“Chief wants to talk to you and so do I. Now.” Singh walked out, not waiting for him. Barry walked slowly, avoiding the eyes of the officers but Joe caught him with a confused look. Barry shrugged his shoulders.

“What did you do?” Alex whispered when he waked by. Barry stopped and saw she was playing Tetris. “The Chief yelled at Cap to bring you to his office immediately.”

“I turned in my notice.” he told his sister in law, catching Joe’s attention. He said nothing though. He had noticed how Barry had been around the office. His son had been depressed, sullen, brooding, acting as if he took no enjoyment from anything. In other words he was acting like a less violent Oliver Queen.

“You are quitting?”

“Yep.” he told her firmly.

“Does Kara know?”

“Nope. I’m going to tell her tonight. By the way, Kara sold her first painting. Expect an excited call. She is organizing a delivery but I’m sure you are first on the list after that. $1500, while holding a crying Lexie. She shouldn’t have to do that. I can help.”

“Help? Help or protect? Or are you just missing not being around them all day? I get that you can afford not to work Barry but…”

“Already made the decision, Alex.”

“Okay then… you are still going to do my paperwork, right?”

Barry shook his head and walked away from a very worried Detective Zorel. She met Joe’s eyes and saw he was worried as well. She could understand the feeling. Before Lexie, Barry loved his job, but since he had returned to work the light had left his eyes.

Walking into the Chief’s office he saw the rather intimidating man across from the desk, Captain Singh sitting in front of it and next to an empty chair.

“Have a seat, Allen.” the Chief ordered. Barry did as he was instructed. The Chief took his resignation letter and tore it up on front of the hero.

“Uh, sir you realize that just because you tore up the letter doesn’t mean…”

“Zero.” the Chief said, sitting back in his chair.

“What?”

“Zero. That is the number of your cases that have been thrown out because of mistakes in evidence collecting. 183. That is the number of convictions the cases you have worked have amounted to. Okay, 176 but the other 7 perps were killed and I have faith they would have been convicted. 72. That is the number of cases detectives had absolutely nothing to go on that have led to arrest directly due to evidence you found, evidence 90% of CSIs would miss. You are obviously great at your job, even before this Flash mess you were a hell of a CSI.”

“I was an assistant and my boss threatened to fire me weekly.”

“Thats just the way Gerald is. He threatened to fire me once and I’m his boss. He expected a lot of you because he knew you had a lot of potential and you have lived up to that. Gerald is retiring next year and superhero stuff aside you are in line for his spot because you are the best CSI we have. Even the other CSIs agree. You are respected here, you are liked here and I know you love the job. At least you did. Since you came back from leave everyone has noticed you haven’t been yourself or even close. Talk to me, Allen.”

“I… I have an opportunity… I… you know how demanding the lives Kara and I lead and we have a child now. I feel like I am torn in a lot of directions and I need to choose the most important ones. It seems I can do more good as a father and the Flash instead of trying to split my time in three directions.”

“Uh huh. It hurt like hell the first time I had to leave my first born and come back to work. It must be really hard for you, knowing you don’t have to do this.”

“Its not just that. Kara has her business that opened today. She made her first sale while holding our crying daughter.”

“What time did this happen?” Singh asked.

“She just called and told me.”

“And you put the letter on my desk when I was at lunch.” the Chief reminded him. “Lets try again. Somebody mentioned Kara may have blown a woman through her fence last week. Any meta problems we need to know about? Anybody after the two of you or all of you?”

“No sir. That was a misunderstanding. A woman, I’m sure you will see her soon, had asked to join our team and we didn’t know she was coming. She isn’t from around here. She flew into the backyard and Kara had Lexie in the playpen and… reacted.”

“So she protected your daughter. Any more power outages?”

“No sir. She is stronger than ever.”

“Then what is the problem?” Corrigan asked.

“What if it had been more than one, or someone who was an enemy?”

“It took you what, two seconds to get home? Maybe?” Singh guessed.

“Two seconds can mean the difference in life or death.” Barry reminded him.

“Barry, I get it. You got a lot of pressure on you. A lot of heroes around this town now and I am betting you and Kara are leading them, right? Probably got the government, A.R.G.U.S. interested in you? Plus it hurts like hell knowing you aren’t with them. Barry you have a gift that has nothing to do with being the Flash. You always have. That gift needs to be used. You aren’t going to only be some guy who runs fast. Yeah, being the Flash is a big deal. My wife has a tee shirt with that damn lighting bolt on it. Don’t get excited, she only wears it around the house on weekends when she is gardening. You have too much to offer the world to stop using all you have been blessed with.”

Barry took a deep breath and rubbed his forehead. He understood what the Chief was saying but the man could not understand…

“Your daughter, is she gonna be like Kara or you? Or both of you?”

“We don’t know for sure what she is going to be able to do or when and thats another concern. I could have a two year old trying to control laser beams from her eyes or seeing people’s skeletons. It isn’t fair to put that on Kara alone. She has her dream and is living it. She is going to need help.”

“So I’m going to go ahead and say she will control it, whatever it is, because Kara is pretty amazing and you have some pretty smart people helping you out. You think Lexie is only going to be a superhero? What if her Mom needs protecting? What if you do? Should she not have a life, a career, because its more important for her to always be ready to battle metas?”

“Chief, it isn’t that. I’m not doing it because…”

“You are doing it because you are afraid for her. I imagine Prometheus wasn’t the first time you have seen her in trouble. She took a beating from that guy with the wicked looking beard. Vicious or Savage or something right? You miss your daughter, you love your family and want to devote all your time to them. I can understand that. Let me ask you something. If there was another family, a mom and dad whose kid had been taken, maybe out of his or her own little bed, and police had no leads would you want to help?”

“Of course.”

“How? By running around in circles around the city looking for hiding places the kid might be? Because in a situation like that I need Barry Allen forensic scientist, not the Flash. If someone is murdered, some poor innocent person, maybe a guy wanting to get home to see his own daughter are you going to run around looking for someone who looks guilty? Because I don’t need that. I need the guy that can figure out how it was done and give Joe clues so he and his partner can catch the murdering bastard. Then I need the guy who can do Detective Zorel’s paperwork so the case doesn’t get thrown out of court. You are a hero Barry and not just as the Flash. Yeah, you get more attention in your red suit and the city will probably never recognize you for the work you do as Barry Allen, but we do and what you do here is important.” Corrigan finished and took a deep breath.

“Take the week, talk to your wife before you make any decisions like this. Have you even talked to Kara about this?”

“No sir.” Barry admitted.

“Finish the week, talk to your wife. Thats a big part of marriage when it comes to important decisions. If you still want to resign next week I won’t stand in your way. Just do me a favor. During the week think about that kid who got taken and needs you to use your brain and figure out where he is. Think about that Mom or Dad that is never going to see their kid again and how important it is for that kid to know the killer didn’t get away. Get out of here. Go take your wife and daughter someplace nice for dinner. Leave the mutt at home or wherever she takes the fur ball when you go out.”

“She actually sneaks him in her purse and slips him food while we eat, violating several health department rules.” Barry told the men, neither of them surprised.

“Congratulate her on her opening day from us and ask her to come around more. The cops here want to see that beautiful baby more. Talk to her Allen. You are too good to walk away from this.”

Barry nodded his head and stood, taking a look at the Captain, then walked out. He picked up his bag from the lab, deciding he had enough for the day. He wanted to be with his family. That plan was cut shirt when his phone beeped, the code that let them all know to put coms in.

“Go ahead.” Barry ordered.

“We have a problem. We don’t, they do, so I guess…”

“Winn, calm down man, what is going on?”

“Plane is going down. Its being diverted to Central City airport but the pilots have lost control. Kara picked one of these up one time, Alex yelled at her later for it which wasn’t very cool…”

“Winn! Focus please.” Alex ordered.

“Yeah it’s trying to head for the bay but it is pointing nearly straight down, trying to straighten out and not holding it. If it does manse to stay straightened up its going to crash into a bridge probably. At least that is the trajectory Harry has mapped out. Fire is en route and they are evacuating the bridge, but it doesn’t look good. The plane is a 757 and moving. Cisco thinks if Kara just catches the thing it could rip apart when she grabs it.”

“Kara, are you listening?” Alex asked.

“Yeah.”

“Suit up. I’m on my way to babysit.”

“O… okay.” Kara sounded nervous, not something she was used to hearing from her sister. Alex sped through the streets, reaching the gallery in five minutes. Running in she figured her sister was in the back and was not disappointed. Kara was dressed out, except for the mask, baby in her arms and a panicked look on her face.

“You lifted a million ton space prison. This isn’t the first plane you have caught. You have this, now go.” Alex told her calmly. Kara handed Lexie over and turned away from her to put on the mask. She didn’t want to frighten her.

Taking off out of the back of the Gallery, Kara was feeling a rush of adrenalin and nervousness. Despite what people thought, catching a plane was not easy for her. The weight and speed she could handle. She could not change the fact that two small hands gripping a plane with such power could rip it apart.

“Cisco, are you on?”

“Uncle Cisco is on the job. I’m looking at rate of decent and angle. Kara, you won’t be able to fly up under it and lift it. The plane is too big and will break under the strain.”

“Then what am I supposed to do?”

“Donna is on her way, maybe the two of you could take front and back, but the force in the middle would cause the cabin to bend, if there was even one small crease then, the cabin could depressurize and people start falling out.”

“Still not hearing a plan, Cisco.”

“The best we can do is try to level it out from the front under the cockpit and try to straighten it as it hits the water. It is traveling at 400 miles an hour.”

“Great. If I level it out from the front won’t it break the back end, or bend the cockpit up?”

“Donna is going to have to gently push the back end down from above. If the two of you do this at the right angle gently the plane could survive a water landing. The bridge is evacuated and the plane is six miles away and moving fast. You might be able to avoid it all together if you can get enough lift with the right amount of force. Caitlin has your suit online and can easure the force you are putting out. Relax and let us guide you.”

Kara was joined by Donna in the air, who was doing a decent job of keeping up. She is faster than she thinks she is, was Kara’s first thought, her second surprisingly was I can go faster than I am. She was starting to think like Barry.

The plane came into view and Kara forgot how intimidating these things could look, flying giant metal cans moving at a speed one wouldn’t expect from a hunk of metal. The engines looked fine but something was wrong. It really was dropping at a steep angle. Donna landed on the tail and gently for her, pressed down. The plane started to moan loudly as if in pain. Kara shot underneath the cockpit and lifted it easily but slowly. Once it was somewhat leveled out, she could hear metal buckling.

“Walk your hands back to the middle of the plane now Kara and keep it in the air but don’t stop it or lift it. Donna hold onto the tail and try to provide some drag.”

“This thing feels weird in my ear.” Donna said randomly.

“Okay, Cisco what about the bridge? When can I lift it over the bridge? I can see it.”

“Uh… start lifting the plane Kara. You are going to just have to move fast and hope it doesn’t buckle. You have about fifteen seconds, so do your best.”

“Do your best?! Really? Thats what you have for me?! Thats going to look great on the news Cisco. Superwoman destroys plane and kills all passengers before the crash can.”

“Cisco this is the bridge Trajectory destroyed right? Its been rebuilt?” Barry asked.

“Yeah.” Cisco answered, remembering now it was a suspension bridge and would cause even more damage. Kara had no choice but to lift it over.

“Kara, let it hit the bridge. Just guide it, you and Donna try to keep it leveled out front and middle and bring it in for a water landing. Forget about the bridge.” Barry told his wife.

A year ago Kara would have asked if he were crazy. But after falling in love, being married, having a baby, she didn’t question him. If he said fly through the bridge then she would do it. She would trust him.

“Is he mentally incompetent?”

Donna however did not have the same faith in him.

“Just do it.” Kara used her vision and saw ahead. They had twenty seconds at the most. What she saw in the bridge chilled her to the core. Barry was in the middle, looking at them.

“Strongest point on the bridge Cisco. What is it?” The Flash asked.

“Get off the bridge…” Caitlin tried.

“What is it?” he asked again.

“One of the two middle columns, probably the right one facing the side the plane is about to destroy.”

Barry moved, placing his hands on the column holding the wires together, gripping a piece of steel and vibrated. What he was going to try was nuts but so was running around the globe on mostly water.

Within seconds the bridge was vibrating. He almost lost it, almost destroyed it until he felt himself connect with the molecules of iron. Controlling the vibrational frequency, the bridge stopped trying to crumple, instead moving in time with the Flash in perfect rhythm. He matched the entire structure, himself, air, the cords holding the bridge up, all of it, matching the vibrations of the air around him. He saw the plane, saw Kara’s wide eyes looking at him while holding up the plane, Donna Troy in back, trying push down the tail of the giant bird. He felt the solid structure go through and screamed at the effort to make this bridge phase. The plane was not going through the bridge, the bridge was phasing through the plane. He could see that Kara had not gone through any part of the phased metal but knew she wouldn’t be hurt. The bridge was not a solid structure, just a bunch of excited atoms, neutrons and electrons.

The plane cleared. Somewhere in the back, Barry heard the roar of the water as it was disturbed by a large piece of pressurized metal invading it. He couldn’t look right away. If he did, if he suddenly stopped vibrating the bridge would explode or worse disintegrate. Slowing his vibrations he kept his connection with the metal until he felt each strand of steel solidify, even the pavement below, returning to its natural state, the wires of the bridge holding on. After what felt like an eternity but was actually sixty seconds, Barry stopped and turned, looking for his wife. He found her quickly, golden hair slicked back, mask still on her face, drenched cape floating behind her and a brunette in red splashing water on her face while they both laughed. The harbor patrol was racing into the area of the crash landing and the two women rose out of the water, Kara shooting to Barry’s side immediately followed by a soaking wet Amazon.

“That was so freaking cool!” Kara shouted, grabbing Barry and kissing him while bystanders on both sides along with the fire department applauded the three, all of them just witnessing a feet of strength, power and the impossible in Barry’s case, by the heroes.

“That was so amazing1 When did you learn to do that?” Kara asked,

“I didn’t. I just it was a theory. It worked out.”

Kara felt her stomach churn at the thought that he had no surety that the trick would work but did it anyway. Still, she trusted him. Barry always finds a way.

“That was so awesome! What a day! I sold a painting, we saved a whole lot of lives, Donna dropped into the scene in a big way and you… so besides being the hero of Central City how has your day been? Anything interesting happen? Because my day has been phenomenal…”

“I quit my job.” Barry casually told her. Kara’s expression of happiness froze and slowly gave way to confusion and anger.

“You didn’t think this was something we should talk about first? You just quit your job? You love your job Barry! Serously? We are married and you didn’t think this was something we should talk about together?!”

“I should be flying off now. Zatanna wanted to take me to a club tonight and… yeah, have fun you two.”

Donna launched into the sky, not wanting to be involved in a fight between lovers.

“I think we need to go back to the gallery and talk about this.”

“But…”

“Right now!”

“Conversation is going to have to wait Kara.” Oliver’s voice broke into the com.

“No, it can’t.”

“Yes it can. Lyla is at S.T.A.R. Dig apparently led a team of A.R.G.U.S. agents into an area that they suspected was a possible location for this N.O.W.H.E.R.E. hoping to extract Fairchild or at least gather information. The agents are dead and Dig is missing.”

“We are on our way.” Kara took the com out of her ear. “This isn’t over.”

Barry dropped his head as Kara flew towards S.T.A.R. Dig was missing. Dig was his friend and could possibly be hurt or dead. This was a big concern.

Just as big as the verbal beating he had a feeling was coming his way.

At least he hoped it was only verbal.