So this is my first story here. It's involving an alternate version of Kara Zor-El/Supergirl. It fits into the DC animated shared universe of films like Batman bad blood , justice league: Throne of Atlantis and most recently, Justice league vs teen , I kinda changed up Supergirl's background, to create a different version of her for this story. So, I'll do my best and let me know what you guys think!
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Chapter One – Beginnings
It was pouring bullets of water onto the streets as the gods above seemed to be unleashing their fury on humans by sending vast armies of rain clouds to attack them. The cold was bitter and sent shivers down the spines of anyone brave enough to venture out at such a time. Thankfully, there didn't seem to be anyone out in the torrential rain. That was, until a lone female figure turned round the corner of the block, walking silently through the stormy conditions around her.
She seemed to be the only life form visible for thousands of miles , a lone moving organism in the vast expanse of the deserted streets. But then again, she wasn't like anyone else. She was a blonde haired woman , most likely in her early thirties, walking effortlessly against the strong wind currents blowing against her that would have blown any other human off their feet. But the lone woman walking down the street felt none of the wind's strength as her own outmatched the wind's strength by a ton. Maybe even more.
She had a brown leather hoodie drawn over her head, concealing her face in darkness as she wiped her hand on her blue jeans and pulled her coat tighter over her front, using it to block the heavy down pour of rain from the tiny bundle she held in a basket in her left hand.
The woman was frantically breathing hard as she walked as fast as she could, so that her baby would not feel the stress of moving at a rate faster than normal. Her blue eyes darted left and right frantically, making sure that they were not being followed.
Her husband had opted to stay behind so that she and they daughter could escape. Of course, she could blow them all away with a single gust of air from her mouth, but both she and Richard had figured that it would not help her case if she had done that. So at least for now, she had behave like a normal woman would. But she was far from the seventh avenue, she squinted her eyes to read the sign boards and address boards the labeled the various buildings in the street.
She didn't have to move around looking for the place though, as she could just zoom her vision from where she was standing and it only took her a total of about five seconds to locate the sign that read ' Mother Zena's home for orphaned children'. Without further hesitation, the woman walked at a fast pace, almost flying off the flooded tar reaching the shelter of the building's front entrance, the woman slipped her hood off, revealing her azure blue eyes that looked longingly and lovingly at her daughter fast asleep in her basket.
She knew that there was a one percent chance that Kara would turn out like herself, but there was no other way. Maybe when she came of age, the world would be more appreciative of beings with such… special abilities.
As she looked lovingly at her daughter, she realized that this would probably be the last time she would ever see Kara again and her eyes welled up in tears and she began to sniff and wipe the tears away. She reminded herself that she was doing this so that Kara could have a normal and safe future, away from the prying and bloodthirsty eyes of the secret ops organizations and S.T.A.R laboratories that were chasing her. No one would hunt Kara down if she let her go. She would be safe here.
The woman bent down and planted a very prolonged kiss on her daughter's forehead as her one year old daughter rolled around in her sleep, probably having a peaceful dream. Slowly, the mother stood up and stared blankly at the wooden doors of the orphanage, the letter still in her shivering hand. Richard trusted this woman.. this mother Zena, since she was a friend of his mother's. If he trusted her, that was enough.
There was slight hesitation in her mind as she tucked the letter into the tiny hands of a sleeping Kara, for the letter explained who the baby was and why Richard and Lana chose to leave their baby at the door step. Of course, the letter did leave out the part that Lana's real name was Alura Zor-El, from the house of El on Krypton. Her being an alien was what had caused this mess in the first place, but it was something she could not change.
She stroked her daughter's small golden tuft of hair once more, her mind's eye remembering how her older brother Jor and his wife Lara had looked at their son, her nephew, Kal when they knew that they would never see him again , back on the day that Krypton's core exploded.
Back then, Alura, being barely a twenty year old,immature beyond belief , and had no idea how her brother and his wife had felt. But now, being a thirty year old mother of a little angel, she knew the feeling of powerlessness . That feeling that you can do more but couldn't at the same time. She was leaving her daughter forever, for her safety, just like her brother Jor did all those years ago. He had sent his younger sister after his son in order to take care of him when he arrived on earth.
Of course, Kal, her nephew , sadly, never made it out like Alura did , since his pod got caught in the phantom zone after being obstructed by a meteor belt . That was over fifteen years ago and Alura had lost any hope of seeing her nephew ever again and truly believed that she was the last kryptonian alive.
She gave her daughter one last longing kiss before knocking the seven foot tall doors several time until she heard the faint call of a woman from within . Then the light switched on from within the building and Alura stepped back out into the rain, giving her daughter one last longing look before she looked up skyward , the pouring torrents having no effect on her eyes and shot herself up, and she broke the sound barrier and she sped out through the skies towards the deep Antarctic lands, where she would visit her mother ship once more before she would fly out into the vast expanse of space, she knew not where.
Back on earth, in central city, the front doors of the orphanage swung open and a fifty three year old lady stepped out. She blinked and looked left and right, confused. She was sure she had heard someone knock .
"Hello? Anybody there?", she called out .
No reply. Cursing under her breath, she was about to step back in when the sound of a baby next to her feet startled her and she almost fell over in shock. As she regained her composure, breathing heavily, her eyes found the small figure of the tiny baby with golden tufts of hair on the ground, wrapped in checkered blankets inside what appeared to be wicker basket. She smiled and reached down to pick the wailing baby the baby in her hand, she caught sight of what appeared to be a letter in the basket with the baby. Curiously, she picked up the basket and looked around, giving the nearby area one last look before she began playing with the baby to calm it down and walked back inside, swinging the door shut behind her.
Sixteen years later.
The warm July sun bathed the streets and walkways in it's basking glow as the people of central city went about on their daily routines. The middle of the week, specifically speaking, Wednesday, always managed to be a bummer for most people, what with their bosses overloading them with work and the insufferable traffic that plagued the streets. It was a wonder that people still loved the place. Especially in the suburbs.
The bustling noise of the main city seemed so far away and the quality of living wasn't as high as central city uptown areas either. Most people who were born and brought up in that part of the city chose to leave the place as soon as possible. Well, most people except the orphans who resided in St Marie's home for orphaned children. They had nowhere to go. Not since their parents either dumped them there, or decided that the orphanage could provide better than they ever could. But in most cases, it was the former. And Kara believed that this was the case with her as well.
Kara had her dirty blonde hair let down to her waistline and had thrown her purple hoodie over her head, masking her face away from the burning sunlight. She wore a pale white under shirt ,underneath her purple hoodie that cut high, exposing her abdomen , had it not been for the fact that she had zipped up her hoodie halfway. She wore blackish-grey leggings that hugged around her legs and her grey sneakers blended in with the grey of the cemented pavements that she was walking on.
Her azure blues flicked left and right, taking in the sight of everyday life around her as she walked with the rest of the group as the orphans had just finished their tour to the museum and were returning to their orphanage. Standing at a height of about five foot six, the sixteen year old girl walked at a pace slower than the rest of group , lagging behind slightly, wanting to take some solace from the chattering teenagers who called themselves her friends, though all they had ever done was use her as a wing woman to get the hot guy they wanted at societal charity parties thrown by Bruce Wayne, or use her to get to Mother Zena, the benefactor of the orphanage , to get something that they wanted, since Kara happened to be Mother Zena's favorite child, for some reason.
She was more of a tomboy than most girls she knew were. She loved playing video games and reading sports magazines, though she also had crushes on the football players, even though nobody knew this aspect about her, thankfully. She lifted up the soda can she held in her free hand and took a sip as one of the more bigger girls shoved past her , resulting in Kara shooting them a filthy glare.
Elsewhere, a speeding S.T.A.R Laboratories cargo truck was whirring around the curves as the cynical red triads were speeding away from the central city CSI headquarters, with the main carrier carrying three vials of synthesizedKryptonite, which had been kept under lockdown in the case for dire circumstances.
The head man of the group, a maniac code named 'mad max' was bellowing laughter as she furiously spun the steering wheel clockwise, sending the truck almost crashing into a nearby bust was a very bulky looking man with a a gleaming bald head and thick aubrun sideburns. He flashed his golden grill as he sneered at no one in particular, simply enjoying the fact that he was wreaking havoc in town.
As the truck began to gain momentum, there was a blur that whizzed past ahead of it. It was a blur of crimson red and gold and the moment it sped past shocked bystander in the way, they disappeared with the blur before reappearing on the pavement on the side of the road, safe and sound as papers on the nearby newspaper stall flew into the air as something incredibly fast for the eye to see zoomed past them.
Barry Allen had been having normal day so far, the usual with him getting tacos for his co-workers , until the news of the robbery flashed up on the television screen in the office. He would have liked to just laze back and relax, but being the superhero that he was, Flash couldn't afford to do that. He wanted to help people.
That was the reason he joined the CSI in the first place, so that he could help people even when he didn't have his crimson red superhero costume donned.
"Excuse me lady, you really shouldn't be eating ice cream standing in the middle of the road. You might not be able to zip outta the way in time. ", Barry chided (whilst chuckling mentally at his speed relate pun) to an elderly lady as she scoffed at him .
He placed her on the sidewalk and continued on , getting civilians out of the way as he tried to work out a solution to stop these criminals . Funny fact about himself, his brain waves didn't necessarily move as fast as his body unless he consciously attempted to.
Kara , along with the others, waited for the traffic lights to hit red, she thought she overheard two male voices whispering hurriedly . Looking around, she was a bit confused. The males in their group had all split for some time, heading out to the ball park to play some game and the only people surround her were females, chatting on and on about what their dream foster home would be like.
Kara snorted. She had long given up hopes of being taken in by any family, considering the fact that she was too old to be properly adopted anyway. Most parents tend to go for the newborns, so that the poor children actually believe that they are their blood parents, only to have their heart ripped out a few years down the road that they never were a real family anyway. If she was being honest, she was slightly happy at the fact that she wouldn't have to go through that ordeal, since no one would probably adopt orphans at such an old age either ways.
Just then, again, she was shaken out of her thoughts when she began to hear the distinct sound of a school bell ringing and yet, there was no school in sight. This time, she couldn't shrug it off so quickly as the noise got louder and then began to heart the noises of heartbeats all around her and she heard some of her 'friends' whispering about whose butt was better looking. Her heart rate began to increase and she crumpled to the floor, on hands and knees , her eyes flicking left and right as a shocking sight met her eyes. She couldn't see the concrete of the road that she was touching.
In fact, weirdly enough, she could see right through it, as if the road was made of some translucent material and she could see the dozen pipelines that ran beneath the tar roads and it freaked her out to her core. All of a sudden, a barrage of sounds and sound waves banged at her eardrums and she clutched her ears, crying out in pain as she tried to block out the sound by cupping her hands around it.
"Kara,dear? What's going on? Are you alright?", she heard the worried voice of the councilor with them.
She felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up with a strained face . But what she saw made her heart drop down into her stomach . She could see the figures of people she knew standing encircled around her . But she couldn't make out their faces at all. Instead, what she saw was their body organs, live and functioning inside their bodies. She could see it all. Their heart pumping the crimson liquid; their lungs expanding and contracting as they breathed.
She could even, to a certain extent , see minuscule flashes of energy within their bodies, which were their nerve signals, but she did not know that. It looked horrific, seeing their body organs functioning from within the cage that was their skeletal system. And worst of all, when she looked up at where their faces should have been, she could see circular eyeballs rolling in place within the hollow of their skull as they eyed her as if she was some lunatic.
Back on the tanker, 'mad max' was cackling like a maniac as he spun the steering around. Barry had no choice but zip around, moving civilians out of the way. Clark Kent would be pretty pissed if he found out that S.T.A.R labs were housing reserves of synthesized Kryptonite as a safety measure, even though the only kryptonian anywhere in the galaxy was superman. At least that was what he had heard. So, if what he was guessing was true, he was the last barrier that kept superman from blasting down and demolishing star labs for what they were doing.
Just then, he felt the distinct vibrations in the air behind him and he recognized it as the sensation of bullets being released and a small gasp of breath exited his mouth before he switched directions and sped as fast as he could toward the tanker . Time seemed to slow down around him , like a slow motion scene from a was one part of his powers that never got old.
Seeing the world go slow around you did seem pretty funny at times. And sure enough, upon reaching the window of the tanker at mach four speed, he reached in a pulled out the AK forty seven rifle in Max's hands and managed to duck out of the way just in time before he tried to punch at Barry. Barry cursed and sped ahead to move the civilians out of the way as Mad max boomed in laughter, scratching his scruffy aubrun sideburns.
Man.. What I wouldn't do to get some help from Superman or lantern or…anybody…, Barry thought to himself as he zipped around, a mere blur of crimson to the naked eye.
Kara licked her lips and her pupils began to dilate as fear consumed her. She had seen such things on television before but seeing the real deal was another thing altogether. She could see it, feel the hearts rhythm beat through vibrations that spread out through the concrete . She could hear cars honking from a mile away, drunkards yelling obscene things at each other, a drug trade happening down on sixth avenue, what was happening to her? She felt incredibly strong with adrenaline rushing through her body due to the sudden shock she was experiencing.
She felt strong enough to break though the concrete beneath her but that was not all. She felt incredibly weak and vulnerable as well. She had contracted fevers before but never like this. She felt pain rush though her body and her vision began to blur in an out of focus. She hung her head and tried to shake out the noises and her eyes were clamped shut, fearful of what they might see next. She could hear the distinct sound of a tanker engine whirring in the street around the curve and a very coarse sounding man booming in laughter .
"Kara, come on. Let's get you home. Maybe you've been in the sun too long. ", the councilor's voice said, sounding the loudest as it came from right next to where Kara stood , panting and in terror.
She felt the councilor's hand clasp around her wrist as she tried to calm Kara down. But it wouldn't stop. She could still hear the other kids from the orphanage whisper very unkind things about how she was going crazy and should be escorted to Arkham or some other institution for the insane. She had never faced such mental trauma before and it all was happening just like that, as if something had triggered this to happen. In fact, Kara felt so mysteriously weak that she couldn't even bring herself to get up. Slowly, she opened her eyes to look at the others, hoping that everything had gone back to normal. But it didn't. She could still see their bones, their organs;she could still hear things that she wished she didn't.
She ….she needed to get away from all this. Acting on instinct, Kara wriggled out of the councilor's grasp, unknowingly spraining the woman's hand as Kara twisted it to escape. She didn't hear the woman's cry of pain over the louder noises surrounding her and she began to sprint onto the road, her hands cupping her ears , not looking where she was going.
Barry grabbed a ten year old boy out of the path of the tanker at the last second and he managed to zip up right in the path of the tanker,flashing him a victorious grin , erasing the triumphant sneer on Mad Max's face into a scowl as he frantically spun the steering wheel around. The tanker, much to Barry's surprise, screeched and whirred as it struggled to stay on track. Unseen by anyone else, the three other henchmen inside the cargo compartment of the tanker were being pinballed around as one of them struggled to keep the three kryptonite vials in place.
"Awh.. When does this douche give up?!", Barry groaned and sped forward .
He was fast and his punches at mach four speed could definitely injure a human being but unfortunately, he lacked any form of super strength or any power of that sort, therefore making the option of stopping the tanker by force irrational. He increased his speed, zipping around to save a bunch of teenagers and what appeared to be their mentor out of the way .
Upon setting them down, Barry noticed the how the kids had horrified looks on their faces and there was a shocked expression on the councilor's face as she pointed up at the road ahead, the part of the street that Barry had just sped in from to save them. He spun around and he took in a sharp intake of air as his brain froze numb in shock .
"Oh shit…", he mumbled.
The four tonne tanker was speeding straight toward what appeared to be blonde teenage girl, who was clutching her head as she sprinted, not looking where she was going. Barry was about to shoot forward to save the girl but it was too late. He could reach the spot, but his incredibly fast speed would risk breaking the girl's neck due to inertia and the resistance of a moving body to change. Helpless, Barry and the others watched in shock as the tanker's metallic front sped towards the girl .
Kara could still feel that bombardment of noises drilling against her ear drums and her vision was still unbalanced. One second, she was seeing normally and the next, she was seeing through the concrete as if it were a translucent material. Also, she felt her muscles growing weaker and she began to feel disoriented for no plausible reason . She was strangely feeling more and more fatigued the more steps she took.
Then, a loud noise honked at a decibel louder than all the other noises around her and Kara's face shot up on instinct . Her eyes widened in shock as she saw her distorted reflection on the clear metallic front of a ten foot tall tanker as it sped towards her, a mere three feet from where she was standing. She was too weak to move or get out of the way and she was struggling to breathe as well, strangely enough. So she did the one thing that her brain's reflex system told her body to do. She threw up her hands and cowered as she felt the cold surface of the metal come in contact with her elbow.
What the people saw next , no one could have predicted. On impact, the girl had not been blasted off ( as Barry had thought in which case he could have sped forward and caught her so that the impact would reduce), but instead, there was a resounding sound of metal creaking under stress and to everyone's shock, the blonde girl stood in place, not moving even an inch but the huge tanker that had hit her, on the other hand, had it's rear end lifted up over four feet off the ground due to the force of the impact and Mad Max, the triad leader, got hurled out of the vehicle, right through the windscreen with an echoing shattering noise and onto the pavement a few feet away with a painful groan.
Two emerald vials in cylindrical containers dropped out from the hands of two masked men standing atop the vehicle and cascaded onto the concrete road , rolling towards Kara's feet. The men lost their balance on impact and fell off from the tanker, groaning as they hit the ground.
With an echoing clanging noise, the giant vehicle slammed it's rear wheels back onto solid ground as Kara still had her elbows buried deep into the metal, unmoving. Everyone , including Barry Allen, was just too shocked to speak, as they stood dumbfounded and confused , with his jaw hanging open at what he had just seen. So this girl had to be a meta-human or something like that. That was the first thought that crossed his mind after a few prolonged seconds. Smoke was wafting out of the damaged and deeply dented front engine of the huge cargo tanker as the girl gasped, catching her breath , staggering back from her position. Barry slowly edged forward, unsure of what to make of this as his eyes darted to the unconscious figure of Max , lying spread-eagled on the road . As he approached the girl, he noticed that her eyes seemed rather bleary and her skin was too pale to be on full health levels .
Then, all of a sudden, the girl's eyes dropped down and fell on the emerald crystal vials lying harmlessly halfway between her and Barry. The next thing that they all saw was the blonde girl's eyes rolling back into their sockets, as she let out a small groan of fatigue, and her body became limp as her knees buckled and she crumpled to the ground.
Barry sped forward and caught the young girl in his arms just in time , but the blonde had already lost consciousness and was lying like a rag doll in his arms , her blonde hair falling over her face as her head hung sideways. He took off his glove and pressed his palm onto her forehead. It felt hot and clammy and rather strained as well.
He bit his lip, trying to figure out who this girl was and what had just happened. He noticed how weak and pale she looked and yet, she appeared to have been strong enough to withstand a heavy collision from a cargo tanker like that.
"Call an ambulance!", he cried out to the gathering crowd on instinct.
After all, meta-human or not, the first thing he would do was to let the professionals handle the health matters .As he was about to turn around, his eyes found the two emerald vials lying harmlessly on the tar road behind him. Then his quickly darted his gaze to the weakened girl in his arms as a wild guess began forming in his head.
"Oooooh boy.", he muttered as the sudden possibility that the girl was kryptonian dawned on him.
So that's it for this chapter folks! Let me know what you think! And although this is a story focusing on this version of supergirl, it'll be a teen titans/justice league story in general. Constructive criticism is appreciated but please, no mean comments! Thanks and until next time, see ya!