Van Kull Maximum Security Prison was already difficult to get into, let alone out of, even on a normal Sunday like today, the institution's normal, and busiest visitation day. There were the normal pat downs, screening by the metal detectors, and x-ray scans for any bags or packages being brought in. Most people who came to visit on a Sunday were used to the security measures, and while they'd never say they enjoyed them, they tolerated them for the sake of whomever they were there to see.

Winn was not one of these people.

In all the years that his father was sentenced here, he'd never once visited, so he was unaccustomed to all the obstacles. Once he was through them all, he'd thought he was done, but once he came to the new metahuman wing, or as the guards so affectionately started calling it, The Freakshow, he was subjected the same procedures, along with a few more intrusive measures, to gain entry to the visitation area for the prison's newest, and more super powered, inmates. Although there were only two at the moment, he could see that the sectioned are had been renovated and retrofitted to hold a vast number of inmates, that is, once Kara captured them all.

He was taken to a room that looked like something straight out of a sci-fi movie. It was a large room with absolutely no contours or blemishes on the smooth grayscale walls, and overhead florescent lights that came on with the sound and feel of spotlights as he entered. In the center of the room was a large hexagonal glass cell that reached from the floor to about eight feet in height, just a few feet shy of the ceiling. A single chair was provided for him in front of the cell.

Winn cleared his throat nervously and moved to sit down.

After about ten minutes, a door near the back of the room opened and in walked a single inmate wearing metal shackles that covered her hands up to the wrist and which he guessed were made of some kind of alloy composite especially equipped for the strength of her, and whomever else they might be put on. What almost shocked him out of his chair was the metal collar around the inmate's neck, its flashing red light indicating that it was doing its job of stopping the inmate should she try anything.

Escorting the inmate were two armed guards who looked as though they wanted to be somewhere else. They motioned her toward the cell, and while one guard kept his weapon and gaze firmly locked on the inmate, the other punched in a code on the mounted keypad behind the cell. With an almost imperceptible hiss, a door to the cell slid open and the inmate was ushered into it.

"You got up to a half-hour, and stay away from the glass" one of the guards told Winn after the door slid shut and a beep was heard indicating that the cell was now locked. The guards then left the room, the door they entered closing behind them. He wondered how they could be so trusting, but figured that like everywhere else in the prison, there were cameras he couldn't see watching them.

"Hey, Siobhan," he said uneasily.

Siobhan sat down against the back of the cell, doing her best to create some distance. Winn could see that they'd removed all the Silver Banshee make-up, and that her hair was back to its normal brown and not the mix of gray and white she'd had during her rampage. "What do you want, Winn?"

"I, uh, I just wanted to see how you were doing?"

"Peachy," she said sarcastically while holding her hands up. "Every day's been like a day at the spa."

It's prison, what did you really expect her to say, Winn thought to himself. "I just meant if you we okay, after…after…"

"After Supergirl and her friend in the red underoos knocked me out and sent me here?"

"Well, technically, it was Livewire who knocked…"

"Oh blah, blah, blah," Siobhan interrupted him. "Spare me Winn. I'm gonna ask you again: what do you want?" she asked, each word of the ask dragged out.

"Like I said, I just wanted…"

"To see how I was doing," she finished for him.

It's like the guy is stuck on repeat, she thought as she leaned her head back against the cell. "Are they treating you alright?"

She brought her head back up, and stared at him. "Three squares a day, the most uncomfortable cot in the world, and this gorgeous piece of jewelry around my neck. Its gangbusters around here."

"What is that thing?" he asked, motioning around his neck to indicate what he was referring to.

"Shock collar. I raise my voice too loud, and about 10,000 volts go through me. Wanna see?" she prods as she opens her mouth and mimes as though she was going to scream.

"Siobhan, don't," Winn gasped as he leapt from his chair and approached the cell.

Siobhan started to laugh, and Winn backed away from the cell, feeling a little embarrassed at his own reaction. He stayed standing this time, and then decided to kneel down to put himself at the same level as Siobhan. "Oh Winn, so gullible," she joked as she finished laughing.

"You know, I came down here to see if you were okay. If you we're dealing with…with all this," he said as he waved his arm around the room, "without going insane."

"Insane? Insane. Winn, apparently I'm the latest woman in my family to suffer from some ancient curse that causes me to become a kill happy screamer unless I actually kill who pisses me off. So please," she tells him, a daring smile on her face, "keep talking."

"You won't kill me."

"Want to test that?"

"You blasted Kara out of a window. You tried to kill Supergirl. But you only used enough of your strength and that scream on me to move me out of the way," he told her, resolve bleeding though in his voice and written on his face.

"You weren't who I was after. That can change," she replied with some slight evil in her own voice.

"You know, I get the whole tough girl, 'ooh I'm gonna scream you to death' act is just that – an act," he said. "And…"

"Quit babbling. You still haven't told me why you're actually here, Winn, and don't tell me it's to see if I'm okay. You could've asked you're buddy Supergirl to do that for you, all without getting your hands dirty from this place."

Winn looked at Siobhan through the glass. The brown hair. The brown eyes. He had to admit to himself that she looked like the same girl he'd started falling for. The same girl who made him think it was possible to get over Kara because she shared something with him, related to something that even Kara didn't get about him. He was damaged. And so was she. Their fathers had pretty much screwed them over, and only she got that.

Granted, she was a little volatile about it, but she learned to let it go with him. She admitted that talking to him about it actually made her less angry, and felt more human. And that was what he was looking for. To see if that humanity was still in there, somewhere buried behind the anger, and apparently, buried beneath the curse.

"Siobhan, I just want to…," he started as he moved to put his hand on the glass to lean in further toward her.

"Winn don't," she shouted as she saw what he was doing.

The next thing she felt was the electricity moving throughout her body. She felt the searing heat as it coursed through her, and yet still she tried to move toward Winn, to try – something, anything – to get him to stop. But she didn't get that chance. As she felt her throat temporarily close up, another function of the collar, to stop her screams and eventually make the electricity stop, Winn let out a short scream of his own as the electrified outer edge of the cell started sending its own electrified shock through him. The blast only lasted for a second, but it was enough to send him flying backwards.

As her own shock stopped and she was able to see, albeit through blurred vision that was slowly returning to normal, she saw Winn lying on the ground, the chair toppled over. He must have hit it, she thought as she crawled back toward the side she was sitting on. She pounded the glass with her fist repeatedly. "Guards," she said her voice soft and raspy. Where the hell are they, she thought. "Guards," she tried again, with no real improvement. She knew what she was going to have to do, but her own survival instinct fought against that thought. She turned and saw Winn lying on the ground. Screw it, she thought.

"Guards!"

Once again, the pain traveled up and down her body, and she felt her throat trying to close up again, but she fought it off as best she could.

"G-guards."

Suddenly, the door opened, and after what felt like way too much time to her, but was in fact, less than a minute, the guards came running. The last thing she saw before passing out from the pain was the two correction officers running past her and over to Winn.

Siobhan didn't know how long she was out, but when she came to, she felt like she was being blinded. She shielded her eyes from the light with her arm and rolled over. After a few seconds of adjustment, she was able to remove her arm and immediately noticed that the hand restraints had been removed. Looking around she saw that she was back in her cell.

Getting up, she made her way over to the front of the cell, and slammed the flat of her hand against the triple-pane plastic glass composite. She could hear the echo of her hits, but no one came. She walked over to the far right of her cell and tapped the button that activated the two-way between her and the guard's area.

"What is it, Smythe?" came the gruff, impatient sounding voice from the other end.

"What happened to guy visiting me?"

There was no reply.

"Answer me damn it. Is he okay?"

"Like you care."

"I wouldn't be talking to your inconsequential ass if I didn't. Now what happened to him?" she raged into the box, her voice just shy of raising. "Hey?"

"Calm the hell down," came the voice again. "I'm checking."

Siobhan waited with bated breath as the seconds ticked by. "Well?" she asked as she punched the button again.

"Says here the infirmary doc checked him out. Other than a headache from back of his head hitting the chair on the way down and some tingliness from the glass shocking him, doc said he was okay, made him go home to rest."

Siobhan let out a breath that she hadn't even realized she'd been holding and rested her forehead against the wall just above the speaker. "So he's alright?"

"I just said he walked out of here didn't I?"

"Yeah, thanks," she said into the speaker before shutting off her end and went back to lay down in her bunk. "Thank God," she breathed in relief.