[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/8xNIV5G.png[/img][/center] [center][Color=ff6565][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]G O T H A M[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=SILVER] May 15th, 2019 - Midnight | A cave. [/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT][/COLOR][/center] It was absolute darkness. It was cold. It smelled so utterly bizarre. She couldn't touch the ground--or any surface for that matter at all. Kara could see in darkness. Sanctuary had projected it, but the vast difference between "projection" and reality was astonishing. She woke up one day, and she was never cold at her core. She could move to speeds that left Kara the scientist salivating at the prospect of experiments that could be done at such speeds. It took four days for Kara to realize how far beyond her endurance was. A primitive combustion Earth wheeled ground vehicle hit her backing up in a busy and overcrowded and ill-conceived parking lot that was at least a hundred meters. The "pick-up" truck might as well had backed up into a Kryptonian warhull with the way it went careening off her at an exit angle she could best describe as awkward and heading into the sky at a mild 15 degree angle. The most breathtaking thing about it all? [i]I CAN FLY?![/i] Jor-El had told her about it all. Sorta. Really he spent a solid Earth sized "hour" oscillating between lecturing her and quizzing her on his checklist for Sanctuary, the A.I. and the craft that they had designed. When you knew the world was going to end, you spent more time with those that mattered most. The last years were very close for House El. She knew he enjoyed their time together. He shared how very happy he was that Kal-El and she could escape and be a guiding light to another planet he believed would face Krypton's plight unless they slowly changed trajectory. Kal and she were that variable to alter that trajectory. Sanctuary was running the numbers on Earth. Whether they should stay and continue what Kal-El did or to find a new home elsewhere. The complex system of underground caverns were extensive, but they weren't all natural. Bats weren't the best diggers, if her memory of Earth biology was holding strong, and she knew it was. It wasn't even that bats don't dig--they physically don't have the ability. It made her laugh, when she realized what a real "Bat-Man" might look like. Every light in the sky seemed to light up at the same time as the cave "activated." By that point she was hovering into the main chamber of the complex, a place filled with what Kara had to presume to be trinkets of a career. There was--for reasons Kara couldn't even begin to imagine--a giant piece of bronze coinage. Sadly before she could get much more in, rumbled down on a concrete platform in front of her. He was dressed in a battlesuit. She was dressed in bluejeans she had gotten from Smallville, Kansas, and fit her like a Kryptonian bodysuit. Her belt black leather, it's silver buckle the sigil of House El. The super "s" they called it. Popularized by her cousin. Apparently Kara could walk around anywhere and no one would ever know she was an actual Kryptonian, neverminding the droves of the humans wearing them had no clue what it was. More importantly where it had come from and how it had come to be. She felt shielded in the black leather back jacket. It was helpful at high speeds, with it's silver zipper and buckles. Underneath peaked a silver sequin blouse that dazzled in the intensive light. Considering Kara could ignore the visible light spectrum, she didn't really mind the lights. Or the powered battlesuit. What was powering it, though, she hmm'd quickly to herself. What made it give such a cutting electric buzz when it spoke to her so deeply, and angrily. "You broke in." A single index finger went into the air about chest high. "Yeah, but you let me." "How did you know?" "My A.I. told me before something blocked her. You probably don't even know how you blocked it." "But with you here and the A.I. gone I can finally get a full scan on you." The finger went down, and a golden brown eyebrow arched up. "If you would only have asked I would've let you." "I didn't know about you until your meeting with a certain vigilante." "Batg--" "--that is not her name, and not her right." Kara shrugged. The name, the rights to a name, the unworthiness and what subjective standard this man used to determine one from the other didn't really interest her. It wasn't what brought her, and so she smiled right past it. Real bright and big. "Interesting subject for another person, but not really relevant to why I'm here. You see...", in a breath the smile was swept away, her bright blue eyes suddenly the size of saucers, "...your heart rate just spiked." "You're not just Kryptonian. You're a first cousin of Superman." She snorted, seeing his spike in heartrate was the results of his scan. "Kal-El. He was name was Kal-El." There was never any change in tone from the man in armor. He was flat, almost like a machine. "His name was Clark. If you had been here, you would know that." "His name was Kal-El, and I'm sorry if he ever forgot that. I was supposed to protect him, to guide him. Instead my craft hit a wormhole we just didn't see, if it was there at all during the planning to see..." A slow tucking of blonde hair back behind her ear was followed by a moment of silence, and misery. Her eyes snapped back up to the man's helmet. "We were supposed to see this planet onto a path that would keep from ever repeating Krypton's mistakes. I picked this planet with my family. We picked YOUR planet, human. Kal-El ending up the way the stories say is a comfort, but stories and songs are far half as truth as they are untruth. For the truth I need a direct source. For the truth I need someone that knew him. Someone that was a friend, maybe, even, if either of you had such a thing." [i]Like I'm currently without.[/i] "See it for yourself. Head to the map coordinates on the screen." He said it and coordinates appeared on the screen behind him. "And get out. The next time I won't let you." From the coordinates to the Batman in half a heartbeat her long black lashes flicked as her eyes blinked, and a sad weak little chuckle followed, "I hope Kal-El had more people around him when he died. I hope he wasn't quite so alone, and so angry." Kara Zor-El flew out, never once looking back.