Supergirl and Oliver discern their faces in seeing a being with a cape.
"Not your cousin", said Oliver. He knows what Clark's face, and usual attire, is visualised as. One they're looking at is a stranger in green light-armour.
Kara wasn't in the villa to discuss it with Oliver, she's weighty focused on her target. "Who are you?".
Man hoists his head, staring at Kara. "I am Superman!". An an absolute bewilderment to Oliver and Kara. "And you two don't belong here. In fact this world doesn't need the likes of you, Supergirl, nor your boyfriend". He lightly chuckles a quiet timbre. "Now that I've found you, you'll both perish beneath my wrath". His raises hand clenches as the latter bursts a spark of crimson-heat.
Supergirl, with her Kryptonian agility, hastens to seize her boyfriend, flying him out of the area.
"Is that heat vision?", Oliver questioned, familiarised with his red beam.
"Can't be. Myself and my cousin escaped from Krypton. No wait...". Kara had another guess over this detail. "Argo City?".
Superman's heat vision dissipates. He leaps into glide position, chasing after his two enemies.
"Kara move!", Oliver yelled. Kara responded, sprinting in air, unremarkable speed. The two cross in a zig-zap shape, crossing through 21st Century versions of castled-towers. Superman still pursuits to pick up his pace, to intercept Kara's swiftness. Oliver looks back, finding Superman half a mile away from them, coming closer. "He's gaining on us!". Kara faced lots of opponents who rivalled her speed, no surprise someone like 'Superman' would catch up on them. Supergirl boosts her speed. Air cripples around her, backhanded.
Superman raises his speed, more fractional effort, getting somewhat closer to her, in which Oliver and Kara noticed. They're both approx to get pummelled by a Kryptonian.
"You persistent son of a bitch!", Oliver shouted. He draws his bow out, lofting an arrow in his centre.
Superman discovered an arrow's fact of pointed straight at his, still remained unfazed. 'Idiot. A cheap-distinguishable arrow like that can never rupture a steel'.
Oliver flicks his arrow, straight to Man of Steel, whom ignored it, believing it to be a ticklish touch. Arrow dismissals a gas, which didn't phase the Kryptonian in pain, only a mite of blind.
"Kara you're not going to like this-"
"Do it!", Kara uttered, knowing what he's schemed to use, forsake their escape. Oliver takes a clay-surfaced Kryptonite arrow from his quiver, aiming his on him. If this 'Superman' is really a Kryptonian, then he could be vulnerable to exposures of various kryptonites.
Superman nails out from smoke, met with a Kryptonite arrow marked on his chest. Latter grunts in pain. A pain that dwells both Kara and Oliver, at linear time.
Oliver, resisting the urge to roll into these effects, motions Kara to fasten her speed, which she did.
Superman hastily rips the arrow from his torso, watching as he failed to apprehend his two enemies. Man of Steel turns back, travelling to a known facility.
Gotham City
Wayne Manor
Two lovers land down.
"I heard your grunt. You okay?". She's worried over Oliver's impact after shooting an arrow.
Oliver turns to Kara, facially expressing an odd coil. "I think we both felt it Kara", said Oliver. Latter sense-viewed Kara's ominous reaction, same play he showed.
Pain was never a case when it came to thwarting or engaging distinctive opponents. Only considered as a descendent scale of emotions. Mostly known to Kara. In most of her battles, she's faced numerous, she felt bad for. Victor Freeze. Harley Quinn. Reactron. Even Bizarro. But a case with 'Superman', is less typical. He didn't die. A sting from an arrow slows him down, not kill it. Last they checked, Superman was paralysed. Almost perceived a feeling, to have some relation to 'Superman'.
The pair propose to enter in Wayne Manor, laying down a topic.
"Alfred better be in there", said Oliver. Alfred's the only man they can rely on out of this world. Earth is changed into many variations of itself. A new hero. Worlds rebuild. Including Gotham.
"Bruce once told me that before, when he left Gotham, Alfred propped his life in here during his seven-year absence", Kara deemed. "It was really sad".
"How many times does Wayne dedicate himself in going so many expedition runs?"
"Don't ask", Kara warned.
Duo enter in entrance to Bruce's home's front doors. Kara knocks on door, feeling of expectation drawn to expect his appearance.
Door opens up. "I'm sorry but Master Bruce is...". A familiar man in black-white vest suit astonishes. Oliver and Kara.
"Alfred?!", Kara exclaimed, launching herself to hugging him.
"Master Danvers? What is this gullible monstrosity?", Alfred questioned, accepting Kara's hug, with same format.
"Long story", Oliver phrased. Stance in formally persuading Alfred to take them indoors.
"I can't believe I'm seeing it with my own eyes", Alfred cried out. Taking his welcomed guests to the a room specialised for visitors to enter their boards with house's owner.
Oliver and Kara go into depth of their story to the latter about their disappearance in this world.
"Chaotic. Tremendous. Never thought if truth be told have I expected the two of you to soon appear", Alfred expressed in attachments of millions of attacks on his heart. "The whole world's been looking for you. Master Danvers. Armies dictated upon every angle on this crust. A secret organisation, whom held creation of a New Superman".
"Creation?", Oliver and Kara followed on. The two highlighted two words Alfred expressed. A secret organisation. Creation. Oliver was formerly formed by Kara, after regaining her sanity, that her blood once taken from an organisation. "Kara wouldn't that-".
"It is", Kara, starling, exhaled. "Which makes him...". Kara couldn't time it right with the possible truth. She never intended to conceive a child, too early. She is cracked in multiple arts of emotions. "My...My son?". Question possibly reveals to the trio as to whether or not this 'Superman' is Supergirl's son. Alfred is dazed, air confined in his lungs, his face oblique. It's too much, inarticulate. Oliver and Kara briefly exchange gazes, turning back to their friend. "We need your help".
Alfred nodded, approving their request.