Working at The Click was a lot harder than Lybra initially thought. She was now in charge of a team of people who looked up to her, a team of people who would ask 'How High' when she told them to jump. There were deadlines Lybra had to make; she had to have a new story every day rather than once week like before. When Lybra wasn't working at The Click HQ, then she could be found in her new apartment, moving in her things.

Lybra didn't have a lot to bring with her to Metropolis, so she used the allowance she was given to order good furniture. Having rented a two-bedroom apartment, Lybra converted the second bedroom into a home office so that she could take her work home with her.

Deadlines she quickly realized were the enemy, and Lybra struggled to keep up with the quick pace that was forced upon her. The team she was given all looked to her for guidance, and Lybra refused to be cowered or broken. It took her a couple of weeks to get into the flow of things, but eventually, Lybra was able to make a system.

She was given an assistant—a bubbly, blonde-haired woman named Willow Chambers—who quickly became her best friend. Willow was an outgoing girl who was apparently handpicked by Stefan for Lybra herself, and Lybra was very grateful for her.

Whenever she needed help, Willow was there to lend a hand or offer advice for both work and personal matters. A native of Metropolis, Willow was able to tell Lybra the best restaurants to visit, libraries, recreational venues, and clubs.

When Willow mentioned clubs, Lybra couldn't help but ask why in the hell she would want to go to clubs.

"Everyone goes to this awesome club downtown," Willow replied. "It's where all the celebrities go, and even if you don't want to go dancing you'll find someone to interview for your articles."

Intrigued, Lybra and Willow made plans to go to the club that Friday to check it out. However, when Willow came over to look at what Lybra was wearing, the woman frowned deeply.

"No way, are you going out with me, looking like that," Willow said.

Lybra looked down at the dress she was wearing, confused. Compared to what Willow was wearing, Lybra was wearing a nun's habit and even was black. It reached Lybra's ankles and wasn't tight in the slightest, she wore no makeup and had flats on her feet instead of heels.

"What's wrong with how I'm dressed?" Lybra asked.

Willow snorted, rolling her eyes. "You look so… bland, Ly,"—her nickname for Lybra— "You need to look sexy, to attach attention from guys."

Lybra frowned, arching an eyebrow. "Wait a second… I thought we were going here to meet celebrities for me to interview."

"Well yeah, but also for you to meet guys," Willow replied. "Come on Ly, let me see what you have."

Lybra sat on the couch and waited for Willow to rummage through her closet. After what seemed like hours, Willow returned with a ruby-red high/low open-shoulder dress, that Lybra had forgotten she even had.

"Here, put this on," Willow instructed. "And then hold still so I can do your hair and makeup."

Lybra didn't fight it and pulled on the dress, quickly returning and sitting down in a chair. Willow looked her over, frowning in concentration before she finally nodded to herself. Picking up a makeup pallet, Willow gave her light eyeshadow and ruby-red lipstick; and then stepped back with a nod of satisfaction.

"Perfect," Willow said. "Now, let's go fit the dance floor."

Half-a-dozen men pressed themselves against the wall of the Golden Gate Club, watching the diverse types of women and couples dancing on the floor. Their eyes swept the various bodies as they swayed to the music, some with interest and some without.

"So, see anyone you want to take home tonight?" One of the Men teased his friends.

The Man he spoke too chuckled. "Maybe, maybe not. You know I'm picky."

"If she has a hole, it's a goal," the First Man laughed. "And women have three, take your pick and bring her to the back."

The Second man chuckled and nodded, pushing himself away from the wall and mingling his way through the crowds. As he looked around at the single women, his eyes fastened upon a blonde-haired woman in a green dress, standing next to a raven-haired woman in bright red.

"Hey," the Man said, approaching the women. "Don't you two look lovely tonight…?"

Both women turned to face him, the darker-haired woman arching her eyebrow.

"Gee, thanks for telling us something we already know," she shot back.

The Man's lips curved into a deep frown. "What the hell did you just say?"

"You heard what I said," the woman replied. "Geeze is that your way of taking a shot at us? Going to have to try something a bit more original."

He Man's hand shot out, grabbing the woman's wrist and yanked her to him. "Who the hell do you think you are, talking to me like that?"

"Get your hands off me!" the woman yelled. "Now!"

The Man smirked, tightening his grip on her wrist. "And what exactly are you going to do about it? It appears someone needs to teach you some respect."

The Woman's eyes narrowed, her hazel pupils glowing red in her fury. The Man instantly let her go, slowly backing away in horror.

"What the hell are you…?"

The woman reached out, grabbed the front of his shirt and threw him as hard as she could into a table. People screamed, running in fear as the man slowly rose to his feet, wiping the blood from his face.

"You bitch," he growled, reaching into his jacket. "I'll make you pay for that."

Pulling out a gun, he pointed at the woman who stared down the barrel unblinkingly.

"LYBRA!" the blonde-haired woman screamed.

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

The shot boomed in their ears, echoing so loud that it made Willow's teeth vibrate. Turning away, she covered her eyes, unable to watch her friend be shot to death in a club; but when she didn't hear a body drop or hear Lybra cry out in pain, it confused her. Raising her head, Willow forced herself to look in direction Lybra had stood, and what she saw made her jaw dropped.

Lybra wasn't dead!

Her red dress was filled with bullet holes, and Willow could see where the bullets had hit her, but there wasn't any blood. Instead, they littered the ground; their tips mushroomed and smashed.

"L… Lybra…" Willow gasped.

Lybra was breathing heavily, her hands balling into fists as she struggled to hold in her temper. The man who had initially been shot her was frozen in fear, unable to believe what he was seeing. The air was. Still, no one dared move in fear of unleashing the fury Lybra was holding in.

Then, one of Man's friends burst from one of the back rooms, a gun drawn and cocked to fire.

"NO!" the man yelled.

But it was too late, his friend pulled the trigger, and Lybra charged forward.

Clark had wanted to spend his Friday evening resting, as he had to return to the Watchtower the following morning, but when he heard gunshots and screaming coming from downtown, he knew his evening plans had to be canceled.

Quickly changing and taking off into the sky, he followed the screams only to find that they were coming from a club. Using his x-ray vision to look inside, he saw what looked like a woman giving the men inside a severe beating.

Clark had a feeling that the men deserved it, but he also knew that he couldn't allow people to take the law in their hands. The way the woman was beating them made him worry that she might kill them, and so he quickly flew down to stop it. When she pulled her fist back to deliver another punch, he grabbed it.

"Hey, I need you to…" he began saying, but he didn't get a chance to finish.

The woman must have believed he was another attacker because she quickly grabbed his arm and threw him against a wall.

Clark went flying, grunting deeply as he slammed into the bricks, groaning softly in pain. That was… interesting… He didn't plan on this happening, nor did he believe the woman would have strength like that.

She had flung him like a rag doll, and while Clark knew that violence wasn't always the answer; having someone with that type of strength was dangerous. He had to stop her.

Flying forward, he grabbed the woman around the waist and swiftly left the club. He didn't want anyone else to get hurt, and so flew up and up into the sky; the woman in his arms was thrashing, struggling to get free.

"Can you please stop?" Clack asked. "I'm trying too… oof!"

He grunted in pain as she punched him square in the jaw, forcing his grip on her to loosen and causing him to drop her. Clark dived down, his hands reaching out to grab her. It was at that moment that he recognized her… he was Lybra Hammond.

Clark's eyes widened, and he tried to move faster, reaching desperately to catch her before she fell to the ground. His fingers just barely missed her, and she slipped from his grasp, crashing onto the rooftop of an abandoned building but he went through its five floors.

Clark quickly landed, tearing through the debris as he frantically searched for her. A low groan from the most significant pile of concrete caught his attention, and he threw the pieces to the side.

Lybra laid there, unconscious but… she was alive.

Clack used his x-ray vision to look through her body and was shocked that not a single bone was even fractured. The woman had fallen through a five-story building, plus an added three from the sky, and she wasn't harmed in the slightest.

"Hey J'onn," Clark said in his earpiece. "Beam me up. We… have a situation."