Gotham:

Time passed quickly for the Wayne family. Kara had received a talk from her parents on how to control herself better. She had thought that they would kick her out, but they understood how hard it must be to have powers and get upset enough to actually kill someone. Bruce had beat someone to death more than once and Selina had kicked someone off a building and broken another's neck by choking them with her whip too hard. Kara was glad that there was no judgement from them, especially as killing someone was one of the worst things someone could do on this planet. Bruce and Selina had adopted Richard Grayson (now Richard Wayne), who quickly let them know that he preferred to be called "Dick." Kara and her new brother got on well quickly and were soon thick as thieves, causing trouble for the adults and wreaking havoc wherever they went. Because of this, Dick had been let in on Kara's secret and he immediately vowed to protect it with his life. With the knowledge of Kara's heritage had come the knowledge that Bruce was also the masked vigilante known as the Batman and that Selina was the anti-villain Catwoman. After explaining all of this to Dick, Bruce had finally worked up the nerve to ask his friend Diana to become Kara and Dick's godmother and was as ecstatic as a man of his dour nature could be when she had replied with a quick, firm "Yes."

And so, they were all gathered at Wayne Manor for Christmas morning. Kara was well on her way to demolishing a plate of Christmas ham, with Dick picking off her plate every so often. The first few times he had done that, Kara had glared at him, eyes alight, but he showed no signs of stopping his behavior, so she eventually gave up trying and resigned herself to never eating everything that was on her plate. The blonde had tried to immediately go for the presents when she saw them, but Bruce had stopped her with a half-serious rebuke, telling her that she had to wait just like everyone else and that they would open presents as soon as everyone was done eating. A sleepy Diana walked down the stairs wrapped tightly in a robe, blinking blearily at the sunlight streaming in from the massive windows. Kara immediately perked up, "Aunt Diana, you're finally up!" She launched herself into the Amazon's open arms, grinning when the older woman didn't even let out a grunt at the force of which Kara had hit her. Diana sighed wistfully, "If only Clark had brought you to me...What a fine Amazon you would have made." Bruce chuckled, "He brought her to me though, so you'll never know." He rose to his feet, "Alright now, why don't we open those presents?" Kara let out a soft squeal which she quickly tried to hide after getting an elbow to the ribs from Dick.

They moved into the sitting room where a large tree was set up with a shining star on top. Diana had asked once what religion they celebrated since they called it Christmas, but Bruce explained that he, himself was an atheist and Kara's god was Rao, so they just did the gift-giving and celebrated family coming together. Bruce had also had to, on more than one occasion, stop Kara from using her X-ray vision to take an early peek at her presents. Kara rushed over to the presents with a burst of superspeed, Dick close behind her. The adults sat in the various chairs around the room. Bruce finally nodded for Kara to start once Alfred had come in through the open doors. She turned to the adults, "Whose do I open first?"

Selina leaned forward in her chair, "Just pick one at random, darling." Kara reached forward, picking up an envelope with her name on it. She opened it slowly, her eyes widening as she read the document enclosed. She looked up at Selina, "No way." Selina chuckled. Dick leaned over to get a look at whatever was in the envelope. He looked at his adoptive mom, "...You got her a motorcycle?" Kara leapt at her mother, giving her the tightest hug she could without causing harm. "Yes, it's sitting in the garage currently," she turned to her son, "Dick, now you open your envelope." He did as he was told and his eyes widened as much as Kara's had. "...I got a motorcycle too?" He got up slowly, and upon reaching Selina, he gave her a hug as well. This was a little bit difficult since Kara was still sitting on Selina's lap, but he gave her a quick kiss on the cheek in thanks. "Thank you, mom. I appreciate this more than you know."

Diana chuckled at the show of affection, "Alright you two, now open my gifts." Dick opened his first this time, letting out a gasp as his present was revealed to be a set of eskrima sticks that would pulse with electricity on one end. They were also collapsible and could be combined to make a short staff. He looked over to see his sister unwrapping a long box. The room seemed to light up as the box was opened to reveal a gleaming sword just over two feet in length, and under it lay a length of rolled up silver chain. "Aunt Diana? What...is this exactly?" Diana walked over to kneel next to Kara, "This is an Apollonian Sword. It has the power to blind enemies temporarily. It may be of use to you in battle one day, little warrior. The chain under it is a lasso similar to the one that I carry. However, where mine reveals truths, yours will incapacitate any opponent you face. If they have powers, and you catch them with your lasso, they will not have those powers as long as they are under the thrall of the chain, effectively making them as strong as an average person. However, if they are human and possess no powers, they will simply have almost no energy in their body."

Kara flew into Diana's open arms, giving her an extremely tight bear hug since she knew that Diana would be able to handle it. She burrowed her head into her Godmother's neck, whispering out a "Thank you," as tears threatened to spill from her eyes. She sniffled and pulled away with a small smile.

Diana smiled softly at her, "Of course."

Alfred cleared his throat quietly, "Master Dick, Miss Kara, my gifts to you are your suits." He pointed to some large boxes that sat next to the tree and indicated for the two to open them. Dick opened his to reveal a slick black suit with a blue trim in the shape of a V that covered the torso, shoulders and arms. Kara's turned out to be a deep black suit that shone like petroleum with the crest of the House of El emblazoned proudly on the chest in red. A cape that seemed red one second and black the next was lightly fixed to the back of the neck of the suit. Alfred took a moment to explain, "Miss Kara, your suit is designed to compress your chest while not taking away any room to breathe. I designed it so that no matter which angle someone looks at you, it will appear that you have a flat chest." The blonde shot him a grateful look, "Thank you, Alfred. I love it and I know that it will be of great use to me in the future." Her brother nodded in agreement.

Finally, it was time to open their father's gifts to them. "I took the liberty of making the both of you some armor to wear on top of your suits as well as masks to conceal your identities. I want the two of you to be as safe as possible in the days to come, both in keeping your identities a secret and physically safe." Dick's armor included some boots that came up to mid-calf, a chest piece, a set of gauntlets, some armored briefs, and a mask that, when worn, would conceal his eye color along with giving him enhanced vision. Bruce, of course, had included some compartments in each part except the mask so that gadgets or tools could be accessed quickly. Kara's suit however, was a little different. She wasn't nearly as vulnerable as her brother, so she received some boots, pauldrons, a mask, and a belt that had a sheathe for her new sword and a loop for her lasso. When all of their gifts were put together, they created quite an image. All of Dick's presents were colored black with a royal blue trim whereas Kara's were black and blood red. Kara picked up her suit to go try it on, cackling as she bounded up the stairs two at a time. Dick followed his sister out of the room at a more sedate pace, shaking his head at her antics.

Commissioner James "Jim" Gordon was currently enjoying a nice coffee before his quiet reverie would be inevitably interrupted by either some more awful paperwork or some ambitious reporter came to bug him about the body that had been dredged up from Gotham Harbor. He let out a sigh when a voice carried over to his ears, "Commissioner Gordon!" He turned to see Clark Kent, one of his least favorite reporters, walking over to him briskly, a teenage girl at his side. He turned to the taller man, "How can I help you today, Mr. Kent?" The man in question turned to his companion, "Alex, why don't you go explore while I question the Commissioner here?" Jim frowned, because even though it was a question, the other man formed the words as a statement, an order even. Alex scoffed before disappearing from the room.

The reporter turned back to Jim, "I have a reliable source that states that the body of Tony Zucco was recovered from Gotham Harbor last night, Commissioner. Can I get an official confirmation?"

Jim rubbed his eyes tiredly, "You would be correct, Mr. Kent. The body of former mob boss Anthony "Tony" Zucco was discovered late yesterday afternoon and retrieved from the harbor a few hours later."

He watched as the reporter slid his glasses back up his nose, knowing that all it would take was a few more answers to get the man out of his police station, and therefore his hair. Clark huffed, "Is there any news on a possible cause of death?"

Jim sighed, knowing he couldn't get around this answer. "The official cause of death is asphyxiation by drowning, though there were some slight contusions around his throat as though he was held forcefully underwater. It is due to this that the GCPD has decided to declare the death of Tony Zucco a homicide."

"And does the GCPD have any clues that might lead to a potential suspect?" Clark was frowning, after all, the nature of this crime pointed to someone with superpowers. The depth at which the mob boss had been drowned ruled out anything else. But he decided to leave crime in Gotham to Bruce. After all, this was his city.

Jim frowned back at the mild mannered reporter, "Unfortunately, we were unable to find any fingerprints or DNA that belonged to anyone other that Mr. Zucco. Due to this, the GCPD have no suspects at this time." Jim paused shortly, "If that's all, Mr. Kent…?" He was just riding from his seat to show the reporter out of his office and the building when his daughter burst through the door. "Dad! I made a new friend." She grinned behind her at the girl who accompanied Mr. Kent into the building earlier. "That's wonderful, darling." Barbara had always had difficulty making and keeping friends, so he really hoped that this one stuck around. He smiled at the slightly skittish looking girl, "Hello. I'm Barbara's dad. And who might you be?"

She looked at her feet before replying, "It's nice to meet you, sir. I'm Alex Danvers." Jim looked up just in time to see a flash of something close to anger on Clark's face before it was replaced with an indulgent smile. "I apologize, Commissioner. This is Alexandra Kent, my adoptive daughter." Alex stiffened, "How many times do I have to tell you before you get it through your thick head? My name is Alex Danvers, not Alexandra Kent." She spat out, "I am not, nor will I ever be, your daughter. You can't replace my parents, no matter how hard you think you try." Jim smothered a grin at the fiery teenager. "Well Alex, feel free to drop by Gotham any time you want. I'm sure Barbara would enjoy the company. After all, Metropolis is just across the bay so it wouldn't be too much of a trip." Clark forced a smile before gripping Alex's wrist a little too tightly, causing her to let out a small cry of pain. They said their farewells and left.

Jim let out a small sigh of relief, "Jeez, I can't stand that man." Barbara nodded before taking his chair, "Yeah she told me a little about how she came to live with the Kent's. She sounded miserable." At her dad's expectant look, she told him the story that Alex had told her of when she had met Lois for the first time.

Flashback:

"Lois turned her key in the lock to the apartment that she shared with Clark. She had just had what seemed like the longest day at work and really just wanted a glass of wine and to go to bed. As she opened the door, she heard shouting and paused. Curiosity getting the best of her, she walked into the living room. "Honey?" There was no response. The man in question was arguing with a lanky girl who looked about sixteen years of age. She tried again, "Clark! What is going on here? Why is there a teenager in our apartment?"

He turned to Lois sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, "Aw shucks, Lois. I know that I should've asked you beforehand, but this is Alexandra Danvers. Her parents were close friends of mine, and I promised to take care of Alexandra if they were ever unable to. There was a house fire last night at the Danvers residence while Alexandra here was at a friend's house. Jeremiah and Eliza died in the fire."

Lois startled, "Oh my god." She rushed over to the brunette and gave her a large hug, dropping her arms when the girl stiffened and didn't reciprocate the hug. "Are you okay, dear?" The girl mumbled out a, "Yeah I'm fine. And it's Alex, not Alexandra." She shuffled her feet and stared at the floor like it was the most fascinating thing in the world.

"Of course, Alex. And there is always a room available for you here. That is, if you want to stay here."

Alex vehemently shook her head, "I don't actually. I want to go live with somebody that I know, not two strangers."

Lois was about to say that she didn't want the girl to feel uncomfortable or stay somewhere that she didn't want to stay, but Clark cleared his throat, "She has to, unfortunately. There isn't anyone else that will take her in. I asked around before I picked her up."

"What?!" Alex cried out, "What about my friends? They'll let me stay with them, I'm sure of it."

"I'm sorry, Alexandra, but I guess the parents of your so-called friends didn't actually like you that much. No one wants a troublemaker under their roof." Clark said this with a noncommittal shrug.

Alex shook her head. "No no no no no. That isn't true! I'm not a troublemaker. All of my friend's parents loved me. You must be lying!"

Clark put a hand on Alex's shoulder condescendingly, "People don't lie to Superman, Alexandra. And Superman doesn't lie either."

Alex took a harsh step back, "I told you that my name was Alex, not Alexandra. I don't care if you are Superman. Your memory isn't so bad that you can't remember a simple name."

He put his hands on his hips and spoke in a stern voice, "Young lady, that is no way to speak to your elders. You best go get in bed before you are grounded."

It was at this point that Lois tried to step in, "Clark, maybe just give her a few days to get adjusted to a new life. This has to have been hard on her."

The raven haired man gave her an indulging smile, "Alright, dear. Alexandra, it's still past your bedtime so go to your room."

"You aren't my dad. Don't tell me what to do!"

Lois saw that Clark was getting upset so she smiled softly at Alex and said, "Come on, sweetie. I'll show you where your room is." Alex wanted to insist that she wasn't staying here, but that was a battle for tomorrow, so she nodded and followed Lois out of the room."

By the time Barbara had finished her retelling, Jim's mouth was hanging open. "What a douche…" He realized that his daughter had heard him and rushed to correct himself, "I mean, what a jerk. Barbara, were the two of you able to exchange cell phone numbers?" At her nod, he continued, "Alright, I want you to stay friends with Miss Danvers. You let me know if anything happens between Mister Kent and her, alright?" She nodded, eager to help out her new friend in any way she could.