Bella MacLeod's Twilight Fanfiction

Reborn

By BetterInTexas

Chapter 07:

Early that same morning, Bruce entered the Batcave from the elevator, determined he would not be put off today. For the past two days, every attempt to contact the Danvers had been stopped by Kelex. The robot had intercepted all calls to the Danvers’ personal phones telling him they needed time alone.

The man had understood this, being one who preferred his solitude and knowing the anniversary of Kara’s sacrifice would be hard.

He waited a day and tried to contact Alex.

Kelex was waiting again, denying him contact. Alex was busy, the Danvers needed time alone.

After his fifth attempt last evening, he called J’onn and found the Martian had not been able to speak to them, but was giving them time and space.

Bruce’s mind would not stop telling him something was wrong though. He had a good relationship with the Danvers. Alfred did as well and the relationship had continued after Kara’s death. Most of the funding for the research Eliza and Jeremiah did at UNC Raleigh was from Wayne Industries’ biomedical research division.

The man knew quite a bit about the inner workings of the family from conversations with Jeremiah. He knew the man was worried about his son and daughter. While the parents dealt with grief, the hole Kara left in Clark’s life was filling full of bitterness.

Alex was a different story. Alex was filling that hole in herself with blood and isolation. In the past year she had eradicated anti alien terrorist cells, leaving a pile of bodies in her wake. When Alex wasn’t fighting a war against those who were a potential threat to Clark, she was burying herself in work. Bruce had tried to encourage her to return to Leslie often, but the woman stubbornly refused.

Bruce and Alfred had talked about this all night and day as their worry grew. The Danvers had never been this silent.

Could Alex have tried to harm herself? Maybe kill herself? Bruce would normally never think such a thing, but with Alex internalizing so much, it was difficult to predict what was in her mind.

Did something happen to Clark? Did he try and harm himself?

Why wouldn’t Jeremiah or Eliza reach out to him or J’onn?

Did Eliza have a severe breakdown?

Had Jeremiah finally reached his breaking point?

The man had to know and decided he would not deal with a lying robot over the phone. Instead, he moved to the transporter leading to the Fortress and activated it.

For the first time since it had been installed, the transporter did not come to life. The Fortress was closed to him.

Bruce moved quickly to the console in front of Brother Eye and sent a signal to Kelex.

The robot appeared on the screen seconds later. “Hello Batman. This isn’t really a good time.”

“Put one of the Danvers on now. I will even take Clark.” Bruce was trying to hold his temper, knowing no good would come from antagonizing the robot.

“Now isn’t a good time. I assure you they are fine but wish to be alone. The anniversary…” Kelex responded before Bruce cut him off.

“Kelex, stop lying. Even for a machine you aren’t good at it. What has happened? Is one of them hurt? Do I need to drag Thompkins to Midvale?”

“No, they just wish for private time and will be respected.” Kelex told him curtly.

Bruce desperately wished the robot was human. Kelex may not be good at excuses, but his lack of a human face made reading him difficult.

He tried a different approach, hoping to throw Kelex off and get some truthful answers. “Why is the Fortress cut off from the Batcave?”

Kelex said nothing for a moment and Bruce wondered if the robot would just stay quiet.

“We are having technical difficulties.” Kelex finally tried.

Unflinching, Bruce continued to stare at the screen.

Kelex showed his hands. The robot seemed to love human gestures. “You are going to have to trust me. I promise you, none of the Danvers are in danger. There is something going on, but it is a private matter. I have no doubt they will tell you soon, but right now it’s rather chaotic and we are dealing with a lot of… stuff. Yes, stuff. Lots of stuff going on, but everyone is fine. If the Danvers do not contact you in two… make that three days, I will do so myself. Until then, I ask that you give them privacy. I do not believe that is much to ask, is it Batman?”

Bruce said nothing, cutting off the feed and standing. He walked to the training area and took off his shirt. The sparring dummy rose from the floor and he began striking.

In normal circumstances, Bruce could lose himself in the movement, the contact, the adrenaline and the technique of various fighting styles. Today it wasn’t possible. His conversation with Kelex had only upset him more.

Truthfully, he had no choice. He could not barge into the Danvers house and demand answers. Demanding answers from Alex was useless and would only cause a fight. From the moment the Danvers sisters dramatically entered his life, Bruce always understood that Alex was the reasonable one. When he couldn’t get through to Kara, he could get through to Alex and she would calm her little sister. Kara being gone had changed that. He could no longer predict Alex’s thoughts or actions.

With an uncharacteristic growl he struck the dummy a final time and backed up, breathing heavily.

How had he let it get to this point? Batman had seen many horrible things in life. Bruce had seen his parents murdered as he stood between them. He had seen the destruction wrought on innocents by the scum of this Earth and other worlds. He had seen the emotional destruction of a family of five, a family he cared for deeply.

Why didn’t he get Kara help from the start? He knew she had darkness, but he foolishly hoped he could help her handle it. He should have known he was out of his league when Kara was 19.

A year of second guessing himself over everything related to the Danvers sisters had led him to pinpoint one night that should have told him he was in over his head. It was the first time he had ever seen Kara Danvers drunk and the first time he realized she had more darkness in her heart than he did.

He had taken the elevator to the Batcave to suit up and take the Batmobile on patrol. Though he preferred to fly over the city to cover more area, the sight of the sleek black weapon on wheels rolling down the streets reminded the everyday criminals that Batman was there, watching even the dark corners of Gotham.

When the door opened, he saw a girl seated in front of Brother Eye with her feet kicked up on the console. Bruce assumed it to be Alex or Kara, maybe even Selena, but had a difficult time telling because half the lights in the cave were off.

What he found disturbed him.

He may not have recognized her immediately if not for those bright blue eyes. She was dressed in black denim jeans, a Supergirl tee and her black leather riding jacket.

She also had his mask on. It was too large for her head, but she didn’t seem to care.

Bruce was beginning to wonder if she even knew he was there, getting not even as much as a hello. She had an arm laid over the arm rest and the other were on her lap, a large half empty bottle in her hand.

“Kara?”

She turned her head up to him, the dark cowl slightly tilting on her head and smiled.

“Hey there buddy! Pull up a seat. Mi casa, su casa.” Kara replied, her words slurring slightly.

Bruce did as she asked, wondering for a moment if she had been struck by some alien that had affected her mind, until he smelt the bottle in her hands. He had never thought about alien alcohol, never dreamed something like that existed which could affect Supergirl.

“Are you okay?” he asked cautiously.

Kara took a long drink from the bottle. “Yep. Just wanted to see what the world looked like from your point of view,” she told him.

Her voice sounded slightly drowsy and giddy confirming his suspicions. She was drunk.

Kara pulled off the mask and tossed it to him. “Going out on the prowl tonight, Bruce?”

Bruce didn’t answer her. He had too many questions. What was she drinking that could intoxicate her? Why was she drinking whatever that was? What had led her here and why was she sitting alone in the dark with his mask on?

“Are you okay?” he asked again.

Kara snorted in derision. “Me? I’m indestructible. I’m great. Cody Seibert, age 9, died today. Time of death was 10:46 AM. He was getting better, the tumor was shrinking, but then… it didn’t… do you know what his favorite flavor of ice cream was?”

“No.” he answered softly, but she had plowed on, not waiting on his response.

“He liked Neapolitan. You know the one, right? All the different flavors mixed together, looks like a giant rainbow in the carton. You should have seen my face the first time I tried ice cream. Cody was going to be an astronaut one day. He told me he wanted to fly in space with me when he got better. It’s funny that even with all the advanced technology I have at my disposal, I can’t find a cure for cancer. Alex and I have looked. Mom and Dad looked too. No cure for cancer that Krypton knew about. I can catch a crashing plane, but I can’t stop a human’s body from destroying itself.”

“I’m sorry, Kara. I know it is difficult but you of all people know we are not gods,” he said softly in what he hoped was a comforting tone.

Kara shrugged her shoulders. “Of course we aren’t. I know what we are. Did you see the article about the two of us in USA Today? Supergirl, the defender of the innocent and Batman, the punisher of the guilty. Shows what people know. They think you punish the guilty and I protect the innocent.”

“You do protect the innocent,” he said trying to stop her self recriminations from spiraling further downward.

Kara smiled sadly and took another drink.

“What are you drinking?” he asked carefully.

“Not enough.” the girl mumbled. “Where is Dick? I came here for Dick. He isn’t in his room and his things are gone. Has the Robin flown the nest now that he is the dark, scary Nightwing?”

Bruce leaned back, part of him telling him to call Alex and another part telling him to listen to her, keep her here. “He moved. I think he wanted it to be a surprise.”

“He wanted to surprise himself? Or you? I’m confused.” Kara asked, her brow crinkling.

“I think he wanted to surprise you.” Bruce told her.

Kara laughed shakily. “Why would I give a damn about where he lives?”

Bruce was not sure what to say at that point. Dick never discussed his relationship with Kara, but it was obvious the two had grown close after Myriad. At least he thought it had been obvious. “Perhaps he wanted to impress you? You two are… involved?”

Kara shook her head and smiled. “I use him for sex. I drop by when I want, screw him and leave. That is all the involvement I want or need. He is supposed to understand this. Maybe I need to find a new Boy Wonder if he can’t get the concept. I would ask you to fill the spot, but I understand you have a thing for burglars in black vinyl who carry whips. I’m not judging. We all have our kinks, right?”

Bruce shook his head and reached for his phone. It was definitely time to call Alex.

“I hate that bitch.” Kara whispered.

Bruce stilled, not knowing if he should respond or not. He didn’t think Kara was talking about Alex, but she was intoxicated. “Who would that be Kara?”

“My Aunt. I could have taken her in. I had her. It would have been simple to knock her out. The guys could have fired some Kryptonite RPGs in the sky and scared the rest away. We had cuffs to restrain her. I could have put her in a cell and we could have talked. I could have given her a chance or found out enough to stop Non and kept her locked up. But she screwed me. She touched, she hurt the people I love most. She could have followed me, talked to me. Instead she hurt them. She took the choice out of my hands. I had to kill her. I didn’t have to like it so much though. I wish I had killed Henshaw. Connolly thought he was saving me? Saving me from what? I was always going to be a killer. I hate her. I hate her with everything I have in me. I wish I could kill her again. I should have dumped her ashes in a toilet.”

Kara stood up on shaky legs. “I should get out of your hideout. You have work to do. I have more drinking to do. Maybe find a replacement Robin later. Unless you have a catsuit I can put on? I’ll even use the whip.” she offered, stepping towards him with a grin.

He raised his arms slowly so as not to appear threatening, halting her advance. “Kara… I’m going to call Alex and let her know you are okay, then Alfred and I can take you upstairs and put you in a bed for the night. I think you need sleep and you have probably drunk enough, okay?”

“Alfred?” Kara asked, sounding disappointed. “Not what I had in mind, Batman. Not interested in sleeping yet. I think I’m going to find out more about the alien nightlife of Gotham. Maybe I can find a nice Thanagarian who wants to screw the protector of the innocent. You take care of yourself, Dark Knight.”

Kara quickly walked away, making it ten feet before she stumbled over her own feet and hit the floor, the bottle shattering beside her. Bruce rushed over and rolled her onto her back. She was uninjured, but unconscious.

The man picked her up and carried her to the elevator. Ten minutes later, he and Alfred had her in a bedroom. Alfred sat by her bed while Bruce stepped out to call Alex.

When Alex answered, she was clearly agitated. “Hi Bruce. Uh… I’m kind of busy. Kara isn’t available for whatever you have going on. I need to go…”

“She is here Alex.” he stated, knowing why she was in a hurry to get off the call.

Bruce could hear the sigh of relief on the other end of the phone.

“Is she okay? She left her phone, her suit, I had no way to track her. What is she doing there? Is she okay?” Alex frantically asked.

“I found her in the Batcave, very drunk. She passed out and I carried her to a bedroom. Alfred is going to sit by her tonight and keep watch,” he told her.

“Thanks Bruce. I’ll catch a flight and be there in six hours if I can find a non-stop flight.” Alex’s tone sounded defeated even though she was clearly relieved to know her little sister was safe.

“Stay where you are. She isn’t waking up tonight. I’ll have my jet take her to National City in the morning.” Not knowing if he really wanted to hear her answer, but driven to ask anyway given the state Kara was in and her behavior, he said, “Alex, does this happen often?”

Alex said nothing for a moment and Bruce knew this wasn’t the first time at least. “One of the sick kids she visited a lot, he died this morning. It was a sudden turn and she wasn’t expecting it. Today is also the day… a year ago she killed Astra.”

Bruce closed his eyes and cursed himself. He knew the first anniversary of Myriad was soon but had forgotten that Kara killed her aunt days before.

“Alex, how often does she drink?” he asked again.

“She isn’t a drunk, Bruce!” Alex snapped, then her voice softened. “She just doesn’t deal with things so well at times. It hardly ever happens. I’ll keep a closer watch on her. Kara will be fine. Just keep her safe and call me when she wakes up, please.”

“Get some sleep Alex,” he told her, changing the subject.

“I will, Bruce… when I have her home.”

Bruce shook his head, focusing on the present. He should have seen the signs that night, realized her therapy was useless, thought to bring Leslie in right then. He should have talked her into quitting, did anything he could to make her stop, to get her help. Instead, he let himself believe she would be okay. They all did until the problem became too big to ignore. If he had stopped it earlier, maybe the entire thing could have been avoided. Rehab, deaths, red rings, monsters, all of it avoided if he could have talked those girls out of becoming superheroes.

His bout of regret was interrupted when the elevator opened and Lucius Fox stepped out along with Alfred.

“Lucius?” Bruce was puzzled as to why his good friend would be here now.

Without preamble, Fox walked up to Brother Eye and opened up the database to the Wayne Industries solar energy lab. “The solar energy research center you had built in Iceland was analyzing results collected over the weekend and found something interesting. You need to see it.”

“I didn’t realize you had a new solar observatory center built Master Wayne.” Alfred told him.

Bruce thought of explaining in detail the reasoning behind this, but did not have the time. If Lucius showed up personally the information was important. “Business Alfred. Our solar energy plants needed more research to develop more efficient technology for collection.”

“Of course. Just business,” Alfred told him, obviously not believing his answer.

Fox pointed to the screen showing a line of numbers that would appear random to an unqualified eye.

“Solar storm, but much different.” Fox told him. “Happened three days ago. This is more like a giant solar flare than a storm. Storms are wide ranging, chaotic. This almost appears as if the Sun took a shot at Earth and succeeded.”

Bruce raised an eyebrow. “Succeeded?”

Fox nodded his head. “A trail of intense solar energy from the sun to the Earth. We have no satellite data or visuals. It appears that every satellite it passed turned off for a few moments.”

“Turned off?” Bruce asked intently. Satellites did not turn off. Nothing could perform a coordinated hack of multiple satellites owned by different companies and nations following the path of a projectile as it flew towards the Earth in such a limited time frame.

Nothing except Brother Eye and Kelex.

Reigning in his rising hope, he asked, “Can you trace the path of solar energy based on the satellites and their location when they were turned off?”

Lucius nodded. “Already have sir. Something came from the sun at an incredible speed and struck the Earth here.”

A map of the Amazon Rainforest appeared. Bruce recognized the area. It was one he would never forget.

“Are you certain? Alfred, we need visual of that area.” Looking over to his long time confidant, he took in Alfred’s pale face and stunned look as he obviously understood the magnitude of Bruce’s growing excitement. Moving over to another console, Alfred queried Brother Eye for the next satellite that would pass over the region while Bruce and Lucius continued their discussion.

“Solar rays shouldn’t have a physical effect on an area. If it is uninhabited, no electronic devices would have been present that could be damaged.” Fox told him. “You think it wasn’t a solar flare? Alien weapon?”

Bruce thought of answering and decided against it. Fox was good at not pushing when it came to his work as Batman, often preferring not to hear the details.

“Anyone else know about this?” he asked instead.

Lucius shook his head. “No one. We are the only observatory that bothers looking at the sun’s core for activity. The other solar energy companies gather intel from the surface of the sun. Is this something that needs to be looked at in further detail?”

Bruce shook his head quickly. “Tell the scientists it was a technical glitch and is being corrected. Destroy this data.”

“Of course, Mr. Wayne,” Fox agreed and left the Batcave.

Bruce and Alfred waited for five minutes for one of the satellites reserved for their own use to move into position. When the image of the possible impact zone appeared, neither man spoke. Instead they stared at a huge crater in the middle of nowhere, the exact spot Kara fought the first Worldkiller.

“That’s the place isn’t it?” Alfred whispered. “The center of the crater… it’s the exact location.”

Bruce didn’t respond to the man, instead pulling his phone from his pocket.

“Bruce?” J’onn answered. “Have you heard from the Danvers? I’m not sure if I should visit or give them time. I’m getting very worried…”

“I’ll be in Midvale in an hour. Meet me at Alex’s house.” Bruce told him.

“What’s going on?” J’onn sounded really worried now.

“Not over the phone, J’onn. Not even our lines. Meet me there. Alfred will be with me.”

Destin, Florida

Kara stood shocked, not having expected the woman clutching her tightly to break down. Alex had told her that Leslie had been her therapist since rehab and the two had made quite a bit of progress due to her rough and straightforward mannerisms. She hadn’t known exactly what to expect, but an outpouring of emotion was not one she had even considered. Kara had guessed from what she heard that Dr. Leslie Thompkins was not an emotional woman.

Finally the doctor stood back and beckoned both girls inside. As soon as they entered, Leslie closed the door and stepped in front of Kara. The girl felt a bit uncomfortable as the doctor examined her visually up and down..

“The ring is gone.” Leslie finally whispered. “I’m guessing the Worldkiller is gone. Where have you been girl?”

Kara shrugged her shoulders. “Core of the sun doing some extreme sunbathing, I guess. It took a while for me to… I guess you could say escape.”

“Escape?” Leslie muttered to herself. “How… the scar next to your eyebrow… it’s gone. How? You couldn’t have survived, not even you. Are you sure you were in the sun?”

“Maybe we should sit down?” Alex suggested.

Leslie nodded and walked to her recliner, her eyes never leaving the two sisters. Alex and Kara sat on the couch and Kara grabbed her sister’s hand gently. The blonde had not known what to expect, but had a general idea in her mind. She was thrown off now, not sure what to make of this woman.

“She did go into the sun.” Alex started, relieving Kara. The girl did not want to explain this because she still wasn’t sure exactly what happened in the core. Her memories were fuzzy already.

“The red ring and the Worldkiller were obviously destroyed.” Alex told the doctor. “I’m not sure how much of her body was destroyed, but it was a lot. Her brain remained though. I know this because her memories remain. Physically she is fine except her cells are more charged than I have ever seen them. Even with a red sun bracelet on and being in the Fortress bathed in red sunlight, her powers are at more than full strength. I suspect the more exposure she has to red solar energy, her powers will fade to normal. Then we are putting a crystal, maybe multiple crystals in her body. Right Kara?”

Kara nodded her head. It was important to Alex. The blonde knew she never enjoyed these powers growing up, though she did enjoy saving people. Apparently, she had the crystal in before the red ring and had gotten rid of her powers voluntarily for a reason. Judging by the video she had seen of her announcement to the world that she had mental health and substance abuse issues, it was obvious that the powers and the Supergirl lifestyle had caught up with her. Getting rid of her powers seemed to be a good idea, but Kara didn’t think it would happen anytime soon. Even with the bracelet on, she felt unstoppable.

And hungry.

“I’m sorry… is it okay if I call you Leslie?” Kara asked.

The woman nodded. “That is what you called me when we had a good session. Bad sessions usually involved a few less flattering names.”

Kara was surprised by this. “Why would I call you names if you were helping me? I guess I will find out eventually. Anyway, do you have anything to eat? I am starving. I haven’t eaten in a couple hours and have had serious cravings since I returned from… the sun I guess.”

Leslie thought this was a great idea. Kara was obviously nervous. Even though the Kryptonian would hear them from a hundred miles away or more, perhaps being in the different room would allow her to speak to Alex more freely.

“Kitchen is that way.” Leslie pointed to the door in the back of the living room. “Take whatever you need.”

Kara moved so fast, neither of the remaining women saw her clearly.

“Don’t leave the house.” Alex said quietly, knowing Kara would hear her.

Leslie sat back and took the older sister in. Alex looked much more relaxed than the last time she saw the girl for obvious reasons, but she was also tense, like she was ready to strike. The therapist noticed the tremor in her hands she remembered from their last encounter was still there, if slightly lessened.

“I guess you want to tell me ‘I told you so’?” the woman asked carefully.

To her surprise, Alex shook her head. “This isn’t some personal tour of mine to take her to everyone who doubted me to show I was right. That doesn’t matter right now. You are the only one who knows she is alive outside of the family. It needs to stay that way. Kara’s memories… they are clear. She remembers every good thing that has happened in her life.”

Leslie closed her eyes tightly and sighed. “And she has repressed all the bad?”

Alex nodded.

“And she wants her memories back because she feels she is half a person without them, right?” Leslie continued.

Again Alex nodded. “When she landed, she crashed hard enough to cause a crater with a hundred mile circumference. She wasn’t sure where she was, how old she was. It even took her a while to remember English. It all came back to her quickly though. She hasn’t broken any glasses or ripped off any doors. Her heat vision hasn’t gone out of control. Basically, I’m saying her muscle memory remains in regard to her powers. She saw the press conference where she announced to the world she was retiring and why. She also read Lois Lane’s damn book. She knows a lot happened and I have filled her in as best I could without going into graphic detail.”

Leslie closed her eyes again, taking this in. This was a dilemma in her mind, a scenario she had never thought about. The woman had gone over and over in her head, second guessed everything she had done for Kara, convinced herself that she should have fought harder to keep Kara out of the fight instead of encouraging her and hoping that she didn’t lose herself to the ring. Did she ever have a chance to stop the girl?

Of course if Kara hadn’t gotten involved, this world would be in ruin.

Now the memories that haunted her were gone. Kara’s face, even her eyes looked different. She seemed a bit awkward, nervous at meeting a new person, but she seemed… happy.

Fighting against her professional instincts and struggling with her desire to see Kara maintain the joy she currently saw in the young woman, Leslie replied, “Perhaps telling her about the past is enough. She had gotten over her physical addiction. Her mental addiction was a product of her life. I’m not sure if helping her remember would be a good thing. She could be traumatized all over again, a desire for alcohol…”

“They are coming back.” Alex cut in. “She had a dream last night, a dream about the Joker. She didn’t remember it very well, but she woke up in the same manner she used to when she had a nightmare. She described that monster down to the flaky white makeup on his face.”

Leslie shook her head. Out of all the things she had talked to Kara about, that was the one conversation the blonde refused to speak of. It happened a month before her second suicide attempt. Batman had caught the Joker after a new killing spree that left seven dead. The bodies had all been recovered, except one… the body of a seven-year old boy. The Joker had agreed to tell the location of the body, but would only speak to Supergirl… alone.

The conversation only lasted ten minutes, but beside telling the police the location of the body, Kara never spoke of what was said in that room, not to Alex, Bruce or later Leslie.

“I need you to come to Midvale. She needs you.” Alex told her in an almost pleading tone. “These memories are going to come back and if she doesn’t have you to help her, she will…”

“Go insane?” Kara asked, walking into the room with a bag of chips in hand.

Leslie stood up and shook her head. “No. You weren’t insane before. You were traumatized by your life, you relied on anger, pain, alcohol and drugs to deal with it, but you were never insane. You were a hero. Don’t forget it. It took me a long time to convince you of that truth, so accept it now.”

Kara thought for a moment, then nodded her head. She had read of her exploits, remembered her wins, but guessed from what she had pieced together that she had done many bad things as well.

“You will help me get my memories back?” Kara asked quietly. “I need them. Knowing isn’t enough. Whatever I was, hero or villain… maybe both, I need to know, to remember. I’ll never feel like myself if I don’t.”

Leslie took a deep breath. She had committed herself to Kara Danvers from the time the girl entered the Block. She also knew Alex would need her and come to her in her own time. Thompkins stepped to the window and looked out over the beach. “We do this my way. You follow my lead and if we need to go back to the Block we will. Understand?” she asked Kara without looking at her.

“Whatever it takes. I don’t want to be who I was before. But if I can’t remember who I was, how can I know how to change?” The sincerity in Kara’s voice was evident.

Leslie turned to the blonde, glanced at a smiling Alex and nodded her head. “We have a lot to do. Finish off whatever is in my fridge while I pack. This could take a while. It won’t be fast or easy, understand?”

Kara agreed. “I want this. I can handle it.”

Leslie shrugged her shoulders. “You won’t have a choice. We are going to do it right this time. We won’t fail.”

Two and a half hours later, the two girls and Leslie walked into the airport in Pensacola. At the counter, Alex asked for a third ticket for the doctor.

“Karen Star and Linda Lee?” the girl at the counter asked, looking at their boarding passes.

“That’s us.” Alex confirmed.

“I’m sorry, but your boarding passes have been canceled. You two and Doctor Thompkins have been removed and placed on a flight to Raleigh ready to leave at your convenience.”

Alex tensed, ready to argue, possibly fight whoever pulled this bullshit. Her mother came to mind, but why would her mother want her on a different flight?

“Any reason why?” Alex asked, trying to keep her rising temper from her voice.

“I wasn’t given a reason. You should be happy though. I was told to direct you to Gate 1. Bruce Wayne’s private jet is prepared to take off as soon as you arrive. Lucky girls,” the girl at the counter told them, winking.

Alex dropped her head, swearing softly in a mix of English and Kryptonese.

“Bruce sent his jet? Sweet!” Kara exclaimed excitedly then thought for a moment, turning to her sister and lowering her voice. “Wait, I thought you said he didn’t know I was alive?”

“Apparently he figured it out.” Alex mumbled.

Leslie shook her head, annoyed as well. The last thing she needed was Bruce possibly causing Kara to have horrifying flashbacks.

“Let’s just get on the flight. I’ll handle Bruce Wayne.” Leslie walked quickly towards the private terminal, the girls following along, sharing an amused look between them at the plight poor Bruce was about to find himself at the hands of the irritated woman.