47 Months After the Destruction of National City
He caught the shift in the mirror almost immediately. Even semi-retired Jefferson Pierce didn't lose his edge.
"I asked you not to contact me." He dropped the toothbrush in the sink and turned around.
Lingering just inside the opened window, masked by the long shadows cast by the blue light filtering in from outside, was Alex Danvers.
"Showing up in my bedroom is a pretty clear violation of that, Danvers."
Alex took a few steps into the room. "I'm sorry. But you know I have to take extra precautions."
"Take all the precautions you need," Jefferson crossed his arms over his chest. "But don't involve me. You can show yourself out the way you came in."
Seemingly ignoring Jefferson's annoyance, Alex continued. "I understand wanting to help rebuild National City, but why did you align yourself with the Regime?"
"You of all people understand that achieving your goals sometimes means making concessions."
Alex's face was unreadable, but Jefferson could sense the anger radiating from her. "So…are you with the Regime, or are you forgetting the pact we all made?"
"When we made that pact four years ago you were a woman with a noble cause." Jefferson said pointedly.
"Are you implying I'm not?"
Jefferson scoffed. "Your tactics are almost as questionable as Supergirl's. Just because you don't kill doesn't mean you haven't hurt. That fever dream you and Constantine gave her is the reason she's consolidating her power like this, the reason she's started calling herself High Counsellor."
"We've both compromised—" Alex began jut Jefferson cut her off.
"The difference is mine offers a sense of hope for a community that was practically nuked out of existence. Your community. Or have you forgotten that you used to live in National City?"
Alex let out a heavy breath. "And once you've accomplished that…will you still work with the Regime?"
"I can't help you right now, Alex." Jefferson sighed.
Alex turned back to the window. "Right now, or ever?"
She was halfway out of the window before Jefferson answered. "I'm not interested in wasting my time. You're fighting a lost cause."
She stopped, turned to face Jefferson. "It's not lost yet."