Damita had gone through all kinds of tests and tribulations since being taken away from her parents. Growing up she always knew she was adopted and had a secret yearning to know what her real parents were like but now it seemed like a wish she never wanted granted. Three months ago she was just an average farm girl with not so average powers. Don't get her wrong, Damita was loving and this all made her feel more useful, and proud of her abilities but could she really handle the crisis? Could she handle Superman knowing she was nothing but a clone? She didn't resent Amanda for it though, she wouldn't be here without her and besides...for all intents and purposes that was her mother... Still there wasn't a warmth there. It was more of a replacement feeling that Damita didn't quite get.

Day in and day out were exercises to test her limits. Her strength, coordination, focus, flight... the list goes on. Sometimes she'd fare well, and other times she would take a beating in that practice field. Outside of that secluded farmhouse was a dangerous world. She didn't mind the preparation but did they have to scratch her face and pull her hair? Just thinking about it in her room gave her a migraine. Today she wasn't called down to eat with Amanda (should she say mom now...?) or to practice. She just sat in her room, suited up in her Supergirl costume with the neon blue streaks, but now with an odd agitation. She was antsy for events she knew were inevitable. When Amanda finally entered, it was with news that made Damita nod and smirk. 
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After settling down on the concrete (her hair blowing in the wind), Damita glanced left and right before running down the stairs. All sorts of weird faces...and in ones case, not one at all...began to show themselves. Inside, it made Damita's excitement well up. Obviously, this wasn't a game, and they'd be up against one hell of a fight but knowing other people would be her partners in this and learning their abilities was enough for the curious Supergirl.