Kara, holding Oliver, springs to a warehouse, landing neatly by the dock distribution.
"According to my senses, this is where the explosion took place in", said Kara. Both looking at the spread of fire. "And I am right".
"I'm not wearing a suit under clothing"
"Luckily I have one". Proving her line by ripping her shirt off, revealing the blue vest with the red sign of S. Supergirl returns?
"Splendid". All he commented.
"What?"
"You never told me you eclipsed your outfit under you"
"Well Kara Danvers needs to be completely off the radar, when off with her super powers. So some alternative personality needs to slide in"
Oliver sighs. "Good point".
"I did harbour a mask, quiver and bow in here". Girl of Steel supplies a box container to the latter much to Oliver's dismay.
Dis-hominid figures. 3 of them emerge from the calm flames, introduced to two people, before them. Supergirl and her man, in mask, stance with bow and arrow.
"Shoot!", one man ordered. One figure cripples jelly-shaped water, daunted at the two of them.
Supergirl loosens her heat vision on that substance, slowly exciting the water molecules inside, until it explodes.
They weren't done yet. One glimmered its body in green, after learning of a Kryptonian in their presence.
"Is that?", Oliver questioned, under the mask.
"Kryptonite!", Kara yelled. Her teeth boiled like a pile of crisps collapsing, even her whole body.
Oliver clings an arrow on his bow, flicking it straight at the man in green. Contact between an a being and an arrow triggered an explosion, from the latter's arrow, pushing him back.
Another subsistence, from the group, stealthily hurdled Oliver in the back.
"What the?"
The vigorous levels that thing is tangling on Oliver, he couldn't get it off of him.
Supergirl, whom gone ascertain in learning of one's presence in their side, grabs the strings of its body, pulling it out, and ripping the threads.
Pain's apparently not a stimuli to this elastic figure even after being ripped wide open.
Kara tosses the thing away, with super strength, to a far distance.
"Who are they?", Oliver questions, untangled and facile back in his feet. "Any of these foreigners you've faced back in Earth-38".
"No. Not any of them", Kara disclosed snuffly. Focusing more on her fighting stance.
"You two are good", a stranger complimented obscurely. "For a group of lackeys, you have potential teams. Not how he folds".
"Who is he?", Oliver questioned, hearing them mention someone they're referring to. Couldn't defer as they're on the offence.
A correspondent dins a soap of clayed-jel on top of them.
Supergirl, connection to her body's speed, momentarily, drifts Oliver to the sides, dodging their incoming attack.
Man in mask rolls one ball. Whilst Supergirl bounces herself from the layer to the skies.
Kara bombards forth her body, fast speed, oscillating a soft punch.
"Now!", man, assumed in charge, orders his associate.
Individual shapes his body into a soft preserved substance, covering the revenued Girl of Steel.
Supergirl struggles to break out but to no avail was her freedom in inevitable. And it got worser. Stranger relinquishes a surge of light energy, recoloured in red. from his hands. An aura of heat substance.
"Red sun?", Kara questions, less motored.
"Indeed", stranger approved. "You Kryptonians hold many weaknesses that everyone in the universe can easily cave out".
"Drop it!", Oliver threatens. Arrow cocked at his head.
"I'll take my chances, Hero", individual mocked, tempting the archer to bolt an arrow, which successfully directs its gaze at him. He wasn't too phased with an incoming arrow acting as he doesn't care. Raising his other hand, swaying inks of yellow heat, burning linear wedged ends into a broken burnt coal. Distance of it wasn't entirely on the pointy arrow, it distanced its diffusion to Oliver's point, which the latter dodges in time from being burnt alive. "You're wooden rod has no chance in fazing me".
Suddenly a figure from behind, almost knocks Oliver down unconscious, had the latter not dodged in time
Oliver, who latterly rolled in kneels, thinks to himself a way he could get him to release Kara. Fortunately, he didn't need to. 4 unknown ball-shaped spheres launch right hand to that flaming extinguisher, which exerted a temporal force, shifting him back.
"What the?", he bleated. He knows Oliver didn't make a simple flinch, so it could be him.
Man in black hood bucks down, in scene, between Oliver and his opposition. Same player who tossed three sphere-flat discs to a extra-terrestrial, that rots a joule of specific lights, staggering him.
"You!", flammable alien growls.
Oliver, clouded, gazes on a new stranger. Same way Supergirl did, who was released from that guy's grip, speeding over to land one hit on a lit figure, impacting him miles away.
"Follow me, if you want to live", man in black clothes lined. The two lovers exchanged peeps, nodding.
"How dare you ruin my moment of silently taking down two mortals!", the man yelled.
Oliver and Kara's helper dispenses a grenade, releasing gas, clouding their surroundings.
Pyro man emits a dist of heat, crossing through the mist, which faded, showing no moving figures.
"Damn you!"
Oliver, Kara, and their new supposed ally rally by the top of the buildings.
"Thanks for saving us", Kara precised, appreciating a man, who out of now where risked his life for the two of them. "Whoever you are".
"Skip the joyous fancy elate", man rudely appealed, much to Kara's irritation. "I've never met any particular faces that reassembles yours. And I can assure you that I'm a man who keeps a lot of tabs with many folks in this world".
Oliver and Supegirl briefly connected eyes, before looking back at him.
"So you better mishmash me as I am a very patient man"
"That voice", Oliver brings about. "Slade?".
The name 'Slade' caught the latter in cloth off guard. Stepping back. For a short while, he staged in surprise. "How do you know my name?", Slade demands, claiming for an answer. "Nobody in this muzzled planet knows my real name, not even the entire universe".
After realising who he is, Oliver undergoes rage inside him. Slade. He's the man who killed Oliver's mother, Moira. Flashbacks pop inside his head. Deaths.
His teeth tense, nearly expressing his anger. But a comforting waver from Kara calmed him down.
"Am I bothering something? Cause I'm asking nicely, which will soon change if you slabs don't give me an answer", Slade threatened.
The only questions that reside in their mind is should they tell him the truth.
"We're not from here", Kara claimed.
"Define here", Slade demands.
Oliver and Kara both know they can't tell someone they don't know, regardless of the face's familiarity.
"Look! We're not from here and that's all you need to know!", Oliver yelled, urging him to not go deeper into the tunnel.
"Bravery", man in black clothes called out. "Not a single man stood up to carve me in my place".
Kara aligned herself in-between Oliver and Slade's distance.
"Let's all calm down", Kara offered. Oliver told her a couple of times of his confederation with Slade, which didn't go well in the end. Gently spinning her head, half a circle, to Slade. "All you need to know is Oliver used to associate with a man, that companied your face, a long time ago".
"Didn't go well I presume, kid"
The nickname 'kid' scarred Oliver since the day he met Slade, in his world. "Don't you dare call me kid, you-".
"Oliver!", Supergirl yelled, getting his attention.
"What?". The look on Kara's grizzly bear face convinced him to calm down.
"Well now that we've told you enough of our side of the story, why don't you enlighten us a share in your history", Kara revered.
The trio swapped words onward for 20 minutes.
Took 10 minutes to convince Slade to give up, which he eventually did. Conferring his history. His childhood. His teenage years, which slowly evolved into wild cat that constrained into the fears and backs of beings.
Kara heaving enough knowledge of Slade's history. "What tempered you to become a vigilante?".
"Bruce Wayne"
"Bruce?", Kara being sure to correct what Slade just mentioned though she heard it clearly.
"Saved the entire world from a shackled quake that coulda exterminated this planet. A courageous hero. Never turns down from a war against many who signifies a threat to this world"
"Bruce must've been a notable model across nations"
"That saint hero is the reason why the world's reshaped in age of peace", Slade explained.
"But not fully shaped as the intended legacy of his", Oliver remarks.
"That's why I live and breed as a vigilante, to rid evil off its plate. To honour his legacy"
Kara, hearing the word Bruce, begins to seep his mind on his world's Bruce, not found for months, at least that's what she heard last month.
'I hope your safe Bruce', Kara subjected her thoughts in, looking up the skies, through holes of universes. Batman was an outstanding mentor to Kara, mostly cause he learnt his mistakes from when he took in a Robin a long time ago, teaching her ways she could never reach by herself.