"I'm sure you will." A proud smile formed on Clark's lips. For someone who had come to Earth just a few years ago, his cousin had adopted rather well to the lifestyle. There were times when he almost forgot that Kara hadn't been raised with him as a child. His parents didn't do very much to dispel the notion that the duo had been separated for so long, instead choosing to adopt Kara as their own, which made Kara almost like a younger sister instead of a cousin. He had always wanted a sibling growing up and thankfully the house of El managed to give him that kind of relationship. He would treasure it for as long as he lived. 

Brushing aside the momentary sentimental tangent, he set down his food and motioned to the window.
"Well, you do have your costume on, don't you? Let's fly." Within a matter of moments, the duo had sprung out of the apartment window. Those who bothered to look up towards the sky at that particular moment would see two flashes of light darting across the night sky. Those flashes would eventually slow down as they flew towards the outskirts of the city, Clark holding out a hand as a sign for Kara to stop before telling her: 
"I've got a feeling that if Lex is trying to do anything under the table, he'd want somewhere discreet and accessible." They hovered over the diminished range of skyscrapers, highways leading to various parts of the Tri-State area as the Kryptonian thought for a few moments. 
"A few weeks ago, I remember that there were reports being made by homeless squatting near the old docks that there were, as they put it, 'shadows with guns' moving around. They were dismissed as the ramblings of the unfortunate, but now I have a feeling there might be something to do that. Let's head in that direction." The "old docks" that Clark referred to was the main shipping and receiving port for Metropolis, used until around 1970 when the city created more up-to-date facilities on the southern tip of the city, seeing as most imports and exports were easier to distribute. It was the northern point of the city where the ruins of the old docks lay, the Kryptonians descending onto one of the abandoned piers to find the area eerily quiet. Brick facades stood with grimy windows, open shipping containers rusted in the moonlight and garbage of all sorts littered the area. 

Perfect for Lex. 

"You hear anyt-" There was something. It was deathly quiet, but he could hear it. Fabric rustling against wooden planks, then concrete...he spun to their left to find four ebony-clad forms a few hundred feet away, their faces obscured by masks. In their hands were steel blades that formed a protective barrier around two rather large crates. Both the forms and the crates had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, which, when put all together implicated-
"The League of Shadows, Bruce was right." He looked to Kara before telling her:
"They can do some serious damage with their swords. Take them out as fast you can." Clark engaged the attackers by flying towards them, scattering the group of Shadows who deftly rolled out of the way, two charging the Man of Steel head on. With a quick blast of icy cold breath, one fell to the ground, blood nearly frozen in place. The other made a few quick attempts at slashing the Man of Steel to pieces, Clark dodging the blows before grabbing his assailant by the neck and slamming him to the ground, rendering him unconscious. 

Has the League gotten weaker? Or...

More shadows emerged from alleyways and crevices, ten in total. 
"Kara! Watch it! We've got more!"