White tennis shoes touched gently against the concrete balcony and baby blue hues slid upwards as she heard her cousin's voice break the otherwise silent descent to the landing. Her lips curled into a gentle grin and finally she peered across the floor at Clark and shrugged a shoulder. [color=f6989d]"Front doors,"[/color] the Kryptonian scoffed playfully, [color=f6989d]"this is [i]like[/i] a front door. Close enough."[/color] Moving over the threshold of the balcony, Kara moved an arm back to gently slide the glass door shut behind her. She wore a light denim jacket over an oversized white t-shirt that fell off the shoulder. Black leggings were a pick of pure comfort for the day as she sighed, raking her fingers through her blonde hair as though to rake away the stress of her day. [color=f6989d]"Well, Lois said that if we didn't cook you'd just order, like, 500 pounds of Chinese food and be in a coma all week."[/color] Kara grinned at her cousin and slowly moved across the floor to the couch. First propping herself on the arm of it before gently sliding down to a cushion below. 

Her heart rate was elevated, that much was likely apparent and it was probably true that Clark could hear it where he stood. Truthfully, Kara was debating on stopping by Clark's that evening. She had propped herself to sit upon the lip of the roof, feet dangling over the edge as she stared down at the cars that passed by one another below like tiny insects illuminated by even tinier LED lighting. The echo of horns honking and the wind in her ears was very nearly comforting until she heard folds of leather catch the wind at her back. She had turned to find the Batman. Kara didn't scare easily, and she wasn't sure she would say that Batman 'scared' her, but he was certainly an intimidating force at 6'2'' and all shoulders. The two spoke only briefly. Batman had very little to say to the twenty-something and offered a light reprimand of being very nearly hanging off of a building in civilian clothes, Kara relented (silently, she thought it rather than outwardly agreed with Batman) that perhaps if anyone were to catch her in a building adjacent, from a window or something like it, that it would be a difficult thing to explain to authorities. A headache at the very least. 

Resolving to, in fact, bite the bullet and see Clark she had simply dropped the few stories to his balcony and now took up comfortable residence on a corner of his couch. [color=f6989d]"I saw him,"[/color] she nodded and a fair brow arched slowly, [color=f6989d]"you know, I know I can fly into space... and I know I can shoot lasers out of my eyeballs, and I know I can play soccer with a car..."[/color] her hand canted to the side as she spoke, [color=f6989d]"but any time I see Batman, he freaks me right out. It's like... he has this super power to just creep the hell out of you." [/color]A chuckle escaped her for a moment before she brought her knees up to her chest and peered across the room at Clark. [color=f6989d]"He said something's going on with Lex Luthor. Is that true?" [/color]When her head tilted to the side out of curiosity, her blonde hair fell over one shoulder, spilling to the front of her shoulder to a point where she tucked it back behind her ear to prevent it from bothering her too much. 
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The sky was clear for dusk in early November. To a visitor, the sunset looked full of promise. Hues of gentle gold and soft pink mingled with pastel red. Wisps of orange cloud caught in the cotton blue heavens swirled like a water colour canvas painted meticulously by an aged artist. But, clawing into the skyline were greedy high rises silhouetted against the failing light of day. Metropolis, the City of Tomorrow, was brighter somehow, even in the dark. Possibility suggested that it might have been a simple removal from this city in comparison to what was typical at home. Soon, the cold chill of Metropolis's lights would pollute the sky and plunge the city into a false sense of alertness. But the bodies that would move upon the unforgiving pathways below were ushered like a disease with a hive mind. 

The echo of the gas propelled grappling hook was drowned out by the wind the high rises caught and the heavy movement of leather caught the breeze as Batman propelled himself forward, landing upon the precarious ledge of a building a decent trek away from Clark Kent's. A brief conversation with Superman and an even briefer one with Supergirl offered very little in the long run, but Batman didn't need much out of them. It wasn't information out of them he needed, he just wanted to ensure they knew he was there. 

Bruce drew in a long breath, steeling himself and checking in. He listened to the noise of his body. He relaxed his shoulders, his abdomen, his neck. Rolling it once, his navy blue eyes caught the horizon as the sun dipped well below, robbing the skyline of its warmer cast and replacing it with a chilled new pallet of colour. Even still, Metropolis seemed brighter. Quieter. Better. A gloved hand reached up and pressed against his cowl upon a steady exhale. [color=8493ca]"Nightwing, I need you to stop by the Bat Cave. I'm about to go by a LexCorp building and copy a surveillance video. I want to make sure the encrypted information is started before I get back to Gotham." [/color]There was no request made, only a demand. And Batman didn't seem concerned on whether or not Nightwing was even in the area. It needed to be done. And it would [i]get[/i] done. A very unsettling feeling was stirring inside of Bruce the more he saw indications of Talia and Luthor together. It was an upset that he wanted to nip in the bud. Nothing good could come out of a union of that calibre. [i]Nothing[/i].