BEN 10 DOES NOT BELONG TO ME. JUSTICE LEAGUE DOES NOT BELONG TO ME. AS COOL AS IT WOULD BE TO BE A SUPERHERO, I'D MUCH RATHER BE THE GUY WHO DOESN'T GET THE SNOT KICKED OUT OF HIM BY DOOMSDAY OR SOMETHING. I'D RATHER NOT HAVE BROKEN BONES.
Okay, time for me to do a happy-dance; this story has 500 favorites! To all of you, I say thanks!
Some warning before this chapter starts: Ben isn't in much of it. This isn't a Ben-centric chapter. On the other hand, there're catfights! Woo-hoo! Just kidding, I'm not a perv like that.
Ben 10: Unlimited
Chapter 32
Grudge Match
Unknown Location
When people thought of battles between metahumans, or even just fights between two people in costumes, they imagined blasts of energy, explosions, and incredible martial arts. At the moment, however, the handful of people inside the underground fight club considered going back to Pay-Per-View wrestling. And when the audience wasn't happy, they also weren't betting.
And when there weren't betters, Roulette wasn't a happy woman. Out of everyone in the run-down building, she was dressed the best, with a long red dress that was slit up to her hip, long red gloves, a dragon tattoo that went up her leg and across the rest of her body and dark sunglasses; she had her hair done up in a tight bun, held together by a pair of knives.
She stared down at the pair of would-be villains trying to get the other to make the first move, thinking back on how her moneymaking scheme had gone down the toilet.
At first, it had been easy; she had enticed the rich and stupid to come to illegal metahuman fights, called Metabrawl, and had them bet on the fighters. Her greatest fighter had been Wildcat, a member of the Justice League; he had no powers, save for being a world-champion boxer in his day, yet the middle-aged man had been undefeated in his time working for her.
That is, until Black Canary and Green Arrow had snuck in and ruined everything; Green Arrow had faked his death at the hands of Wildcat, snapping him out of his love for mindless violence, and then Canary had used her Canary Cry to bring down the entire arena. It had nearly bankrupted Roulette, and that brought her to her current situation.
One of her few employees approached her with a box; he opened it to reveal a handful of bills and coins.
"That's it?" she demanded, dumping the cash on the ground.
"No one's betting," the employee said, equally frustrated, "At this rate, we won't even be able to pay rent!"
Roulette looked back down at the pathetic excuse for fighters. "Who can blame them for not betting?"
I need some A-List fighters, she thought, and there's only one person I can go to…
…
Secret Society HQ
Lex Luthor scowled at the piece of Brainiac in increasing irritation; so far, everything he'd tried to resurrect Brainiac had failed. This next test, however, was to see if there was anything he could do with the fragment at all.
A scanner waved over the piece for a few seconds; when it finished, the word "insufficient" scrolled over a computer screen. Luthor sagged in despair.
"It's not enough," he said to himself, "Theoretically, I can bring Brainiac back to life, but there isn't enough of him left to work with!"
"Perhaps if you constructed a Positronic Event Chamber," Brainiac said, as he approached Luthor.
"Yes," Luthor said to the being that only he could see, "Yes, that could work… but where would I get the money? Between the government freezing my assets and the cost of running this Secret Society…"
"You are a resourceful human, Luthor," Brainiac said, "I am sure that you will find a way."
Behind him, Tala scowled; Luthor had been acting more and more unstable lately, always talking to someone that wasn't there, or just staring at the piece of Brainiac. The rest of the Society was becoming more and more wary of Luthor, and she couldn't blame them.
At the sound of footsteps, she turned to see a man in a red and gold outfit with a blue cape; he was Sonar, a villain who specialized in sonic technology.
"He's talking to his imaginary friend again," Tala commented softly.
"Well, he needs to snap out of it," Sonar said, before coughing loudly to get Luthor's attention.
"What do you want, Sonar?" Luthor asked, not even turning around.
"You busy?" Sonar asked, "Roulette wants to…"
"I'm more than capable of speaking for myself," Roulette said confidently, putting a sultry sway to her hips as she approached Luthor, "Lex, darling, I'm having some serious financial problems, and I'm afraid you're to blame."
"Well, don't look at me to bail you out, Roulette," Luthor said, crossing his arms, "I'm the one who skims you."
Roulette continued on, not intimidated, "You know I don't like to complain, Lex, but you are taking a much bigger cut of the gross than Grodd ever did, and Metabrawl receipts are down."
"I've seen the books," Luthor said dismissively, moving back to his equipment.
"Now, don't think me ungrateful," Roulette said, carefully masking her irritation with the man, "but you've been poaching the best fighters for your so-called Secret Society."
"Pity," Luthor said uncaringly, "Cut to the chase, Roulette; what do you want?"
"If I could only have a few star attractions in the ring," Roulette said, walking up to Luthor and tracing her finger up and down his arm, "Bizarro, Sinestro… maybe Bizarro versus Sinestro!"
Roulette gave Luthor a coy smile, but was blasted back by a beam of purple magic, courtesy of Tala.
"Back off, Hot-Pants!" the sorceress snarled, "Give the man some space."
"You're playing with fire, witch," Roulette said, taking a fighting stance.
"Who's playing?" Tala asked, her hands still glowing with mystic energy.
"Tala!" Luthor snapped, grabbing the sorceress's arm.
Sonar, who had been hanging in the background until now, stepped forward.
"Come on, let 'em go at a minute," he said, a sick gleam in his eyes.
"There's not going any fighting," Luthor barked. Sonar backed down, especially when he came under the disgusted glares from both women; that is, until Luthor suddenly smiled.
"At least, not here," Luthor said, starting to pace, "Sonar, I think you've given me the solution to Roulette's problem, and mine as well."
The wheels in Roulette's mind could almost be seen turning as she caught on. "Of course… the new Metabrawl: All-Girl fights, all the time! We'll call it 'The Glamour Slam' or 'The Belles of the Brawl'!"
"Chickapalooza!" Sonar suggested, only to get a raised eyebrow from Luthor and a glare from Roulette and Tala.
Roulette started up again. "With the right backing, it's a million-dollar idea, a cash cow!" then her expression soured, "But even this won't work if the girls are all second-string villains."
Luthor smiled, "Who said anything about villains?"
…
Star City, 1 Month Later
Huntress watched with some amusement as a man ran down an alley; she often wondered why they ran, especially when a member of the Justice League was after them.
Of course, she wasn't the one after the guy; she wasn't in the League, after all. The only reason she was here in Star City was because she and Green Arrow occasionally collaborated on trick arrow projects. She did, however, like watching the bad guys get what they deserved from Leaguers. In this case, she watched Black Canary corner the guy at a dead end; with nowhere to go, the guy tried to fight off his pursuer. To Huntress's shock, however, the guy actually got in a good hit, striking Canary across the face, then knocking her off her feet with a leg-sweep.
That shouldn't have been possible; as much as Huntress hated to admit it, Black Canary was good. She was not only one of the best hand-to-hand fighters in the League, but she was one of the best in the world; how had this guy gotten the best of her?
Before the guy could get away, Huntress jumped off the rooftop she'd been standing on and landed on his back, knocking him to the ground. She punched him once to make sure he was out, then approached Black Canary.
"Are you okay?" she asked, holding out her hand to help her up.
Black Canary brushed the hand away. "I'm fine, he just got a lucky shot in."
Lucky shot, Huntress thought, yeah, right; her blocks were sloppy, and her focus was all over the place.
Normally, she would have said that out loud, but Canary was in a bad enough mood; Huntress decided not to push it, and instead changed the subject.
"So, what did this guy do, anyway?"
Canary rifled through the man's jacket, pulling out a bag. "Stole a purse."
This time, Huntress couldn't hold it in. "Shut up! You got beat by a pickpocket!?"
Canary didn't respond, save for scowling at her; she marched to her motorcycle, which had been parked nearby, and drove off. What she didn't know was that a suspicious Huntress was now tailing her.
…
A short while later, Huntress was on the rooftops again, only this time she was tracking one of the good guys. After driving around for a few minutes, Black Canary had returned to Oliver Queen's rather large house, and had practically passed out onto the bed, not even bothering to change out of her costume. For someone as disciplined as Canary, that was incredibly sloppy, especially since Huntress had seen all of this from a window. It was puzzling, and when Huntress was puzzled, she went to one man.
"I'm telling you, Q, Canary's totally off her game," she said into her phone, "Think she's moonlighting? Maybe she's having a falling-out with Green Arrow."
"The deeper mystery here," Question replied, "is why you even care. Isn't this the woman who beat the snot out of you last year?"
Huntress hated getting reminded of when she and Question had ended up fighting Green Arrow and Black Canary; Huntress had lost badly to Canary, and she hated losing.
"She got a lucky shot in!" Huntress snapped, before admitting, "Okay, five or six lucky shots; anyway, that's not the poi…"
"Ah-ha!" Question interrupted, "As I suspected; thirty-two flavors."
"Q, are you in an ice cream factory?" Huntress asked.
"Yes, and I got my answer," Question said, then sighed, getting back on track, "Look, if Canary and Arrow are having issues, they aren't the only ones; I overheard Ben say that Supergirl was acting strange, that she hasn't been this edgy since the incident with her clone."
"There's something off here, Q; I can feel it."
"I'm the conspiracy theorist, and even I don't see anything. Couples have troubled times; it happens."
Huntress sighed; she knew that if Question didn't see a connection, there probably wasn't one, and he'd deny it unless she found evidence to the contrary. Still, now that work was out of the way…
"So," she said coyly, "what are you wearing?"
"Blue overcoat, fedora."
Huntress rolled her eyes. "You really stink at this."
"… Orange socks?" Question said hopefully; Huntress hung up on him.
She would have grumbled a bit about her boyfriend's idiocy, but the sound of a motorcycle engine caught her attention; she looked down to see Black Canary leaving the house again.
What's she doing, going out that exhausted? Huntress wondered, now I know something's up.
Huntress went after her, but wherever they were going, it was far away; thankfully, Huntress had brought her own motorcycle, and used it to stay close enough to keep an eye on Canary, but far enough away to not be noticed.
After several hours, Black Canary pulled into a garage; Huntress waited a few moments before following on foot. She entered just in time to see Canary enter an elevator, followed by… Fire? What was going on here?
After waiting for the elevator to drop Fire and Canary off, Huntress tried to access it; unfortunately, it required a code. Still, Huntress was no slouch in the code-breaking department.
"Ha, piece of…" she looked up as the elevator opened, revealing several armed guards, "cake."
Huntress raised her hands in surrender and walked into the elevator; she smiled at the guards.
"Going down?" she asked, as the doors closed; when they opened again, Huntress stepped out, while the guards slumped to the floor, unconscious.
Sticking to the shadows, Huntress snuck into what looked like an arena, the stands filled with hundreds of people. Each seat had a device that let a person place bets.
Secret arena, probably illegal setup, Huntress mused, some sort of tournament or something, but how are Canary and Fire involved?
As if in answer, the giant screens attached to the ceiling of the arena flickered to life, showing a jumbo-sized image of Roulette's face.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen," Roulette said, "Welcome to another ultra-exclusive evening of Metabrawl Glamour Slam! My name is Roulette, and I make the rules!"
As the crowd cheered, a force-field lowered around the cage at the center of the arena; once it was complete, Roulette continued.
"Prepare to see the biggest, baddest superpowered struggle for dominance that it has ever been my pleasure to present, a no-holds-barred fight between two legendary ladies of the League: Fire, the blistering babe from Brazil, and the sultry siren of the sonic smackdown, the undefeated queen of the Glamour Slam, Black Canary!"
At their introductions, Fire and Black Canary entered the arena from trapdoors below and faced each other; both women looked set to murder the other.
This made even less sense to Huntress; Canary had worked tirelessly to bring down underground metahuman tournaments like this, so why was she now participating!?
"Place your bets, ladies and gentlemen," Roulette called out; after waiting a moment, she said, "Let the pain begin!"
Without warning, Black Canary jumped forward, kicking Fire in the chest and knocking her to the floor. With a snarl, Fire got back up and activated her powers, wrapping her body in emerald flame. She shot waves of green fire at Canary, who effortlessly dodged each attack, save for getting a small burn on her arm; finally fed up, Canary used her sonic scream to slam Fire against the force-field, the power in the cry more than enough to knock Fire out.
While the crowd cheered wildly, Huntress was disgusted; how could any decent human being, let alone a hero of the Justice League, want to have anything to do with something so despicable? Huntress didn't know, but she was going to find out.
…
A few minutes later, Huntress tracked Black Canary back to the garage; fed up with stealth, Huntress grabbed Canary by the shoulder and spun her around.
"Jeez, what's wrong with you!?" she demanded, "You almost killed Fire back there; are you undercover? Is Roulette blackmailing you? Talk to me!"
Canary turned around; at first, Huntress thought she was trying to walk away, but instead, Canary spun around and kicked her in the face! Shocked, Huntress stared up at Canary, who marched at her.
"You've got worse than that coming," the blond woman snarled.
Canary kicked again, but Huntress rolled out of the way, then charged; at that moment, she was glad that Canary was so exhausted, because she realized that if she wasn't, Canary would have beaten her before she could have blinked. Even so, Huntress was almost always on the defensive. Her saving grace came when Canary tried to use her sonic scream; as she drew breath, Huntress punched her in the throat. The blow wasn't strong enough to kill Canary, but it was enough to temporarily mute her. When she staggered, Huntress reached into Canary's ear and yanked out her communicator.
"We'd better bring the League in on—argh!" she was interrupted when Canary kicked the device out of her hand, then crushed it under her boot. "Oh, great!"
She thought that Canary would keep attacking after that, but instead, she shook her head and looked around.
"What's going—argh!" before she could finish, Huntress punched her in the face, knocking her to the ground.
"Thanks for saving us the trouble," a voice from behind Huntress said; she spun around to see Sonar, as well as several guards, all aiming weapons at her.
"We really appreciate it."
…
"How was I supposed to know you snapped out of it?" Huntress asked Black Canary a few minutes later, from inside their shared cell, "I mean, I couldn't be sure."
Canary, whose voice was almost gone thanks to Huntress's strike to her throat, only glared at her.
"They've had you up every night working the arena," Huntress continued, "No wonder you've been fighting like a girl."
Another glare.
"You know what I mean."
A loud thud interrupted the one-sided conversation; both women rushed to the cell's window to see Roulette and a doctor open up the cell across from them, where the doctor began tending to Fire.
"You don't remember, do you?" Huntress asked Canary, "You did that to her."
"No way," Canary said in a raspy voice, the best she could manage.
"Where do you think you got that burn?" Huntress asked, pointing at her arm, "It wasn't your fault; they must be using some kind of mind-control technology."
"Grodd…" Canary whispered.
"Wherever it comes from," Huntress said, "that stuff's a little too efficient for my taste."
She looked up to see Canary pointing at her ear.
"Your earpiece was wrecked in the fight, we can't phone for help."
Canary shook her head, then pointed at her ear again; this time, Huntress got it.
"Yeah, yeah, I think you're right; the League communicator—that must be how Roulette was controlling you!"
The two women glanced up to see the doctor leaving Fire's cell; Huntress punched the window in anger.
"If she dies, Roulette, I'm taking you down hard, I promise you that!"
Roulette smirked. "Now, why would I let such a valuable commodity die? On the other hand, you two aren't under my control, which means I'm going to have to eliminate you. In the ring, of course; why snuff you when I can sell tickets and lay odds?"
"You're scum," Huntress growled.
"No, no, my dear," Roulette said, shaking her head, "I'm an entrepreneur. Let's face it; with some A-List heroes to do the jobs, your deaths will net me millions!"
Huntress and Black Canary could only glare as Roulette walked away.
…
An hour later, the audience inside the Metabrawl stadium turned their attention to the big screen again.
"An extra-added attraction tonight, ladies and gentlemen," Roulette announced, "Black Canary had so much fun, she's come back for more; and she's brought Huntress with her!"
The two said heroines were shoved into the ring, Huntress's weapons and equipment thrown in as soon as the force-field was raised; apparently, Roulette wanted Huntress to have every edge she could get.
"But they won't be fighting each other," Roulette continued, "They'll be fighting together! And to make things interesting, Huntress and Black Canary will be fighting three of the League's best ladies: Vixen, the beauty with the beast powers; the Thanagar thrasher, Hawkgirl, and the Amazon Princess herself, Wonder Woman!"
The eyes of Huntress and Black Canary went wide as the three named heroines entered the arena; all three looked ready to kill them.
"Think we can get those earpieces out?" Huntress asked; Canary only nodded, "Okay, I'll go for Shayera, you go for Vixen; then we'll go for Diana."
The two women squared off against their opponents, careful to keep said opponent between them and Wonder Woman. Canary was able to get Vixen's earpiece out after only a few seconds; unfortunately, Roulette destroyed the communicator remotely before Canary was able to call for help.
"What's going on?" Vixen asked.
"Let me give you the short version," Canary rasped.
On the other side of the arena, Huntress was only barely able to avoid getting pulverized by Shayera's mace. Thankfully, it didn't take long for Vixen to be brought up to speed; just before Shayera killed Huntress, Vixen tackled her.
"I don't want to hurt you, Shayera," Vixen growled.
"But I want to hurt you," Shayera snapped, flying backwards and knocking Vixen into the force-field, shocking her; still, she held on.
"Just when we were starting to get along," Vixen muttered painfully, before calling on the power of the python and wrapping her arms and legs around the Thanagarian.
Tied up, Shayera's earpiece was easily removed by Canary, but Roulette destroyed that one, too. Now, the four women were against Wonder Woman.
"Someone wanna tell me what's going on?" Shayera asked.
"Stop Wonder Woman," Huntress said succinctly.
"Oh," Shayera said with more calm than she felt, "No problem."
Wonder Woman made the first move, her punch only barely deflected by Shayera's mace; Vixen tackled the Amazon with all the strength of an elephant, while Huntress turned to Canary.
"Would your scream be powerful enough to stop her?"
"Maybe," Canary rasped, "but it would have to be point-blank."
"Let's give it a shot," Huntress said, pulling out her automatic crossbow and firing; Wonder Woman easily deflected the shots with her bracelets, but it distracted her long enough for Vixen to kick her from behind the knees, while Shayera smashed her mace into the side of her head.
Neither blows did much more than stun her, but it was long enough that Black Canary was able to run up and use her Canary Cry right in her face. The scream was weakened by her throat injury, but at point-blank, it was still strong enough to drive Wonder Woman to her knees. Canary quickly yanked out the communicator, but still wasn't fast enough to call for help before Roulette destroyed it.
Huntress walked up to the screen with Roulette's face on it, while the other heroines brought Wonder Woman up to speed.
"Is that all you got?" Huntress demanded. If she had hoped that Roulette would look annoyed or angry, she was disappointed; if anything, Roulette looked excited.
"Oh, no," Roulette said, as another trapdoor opened, "I've saved the very best for last."
The heroines suddenly felt very nervous when they saw who they were now facing; none of them failed to recognize the blue bodysuit, the red boots and cape, or the shield-like crest on her chest.
They felt even more nervous when Supergirl cracked her knuckles ominously; the audience, which had begun to boo when the women had stopped fighting, all gasped in amazement.
"Yes, ladies and gentlemen," Roulette said with a smirk, "the Girl of Steel herself; it is on! Can even these five beautiful bruisers stand up to the Last Daughter of Krypton?"
"Anybody got a plan?" Vixen asked.
"Yeah," Shayera said, readying her mace, "try to stay alive."
"Anybody got a good plan?" Huntress asked, firing an arrow at Supergirl; the Kryptonian didn't even blink as the arrow shattered against her forehead.
"I have one," Wonder Woman said, barely blocking the punch that Supergirl threw, "Huntress and Canary: go after Roulette; everyone else: we hold off Supergirl until the signal controlling her goes down."
"Wait, how do we get out?" Huntress asked.
"Like this," Canary said, her voice growing stronger, "Cover your ears!"
Huntress did just that, as Canary let out another Canary Cry, this one almost as powerful as her normal one; half of the cage simply shattered. It was then that the audience realized that something had been wrong with the fighters; now that they knew that the Leaguers would probably bust them, they ran like cockroaches.
While Huntress and Canary fought their way through several groups of Roulette's guards, the other three women were trying not to get killed by Supergirl; in the time it took one of them to blink, she would be right in front of them, striking hard enough to put most people in the hospital. It wasn't long before Shayera and Vixen were unconscious; Supergirl was just too powerful.
Wonder Woman was the only one who was even close to being fast enough to counterattack, and when she did, she was immediately back on the defensive, forced to deflect her heat-vision with her bracelets. The only time she actually did damage was when she headbutted Supergirl, her bladed, enchanted tiara cutting a thin line across her forehead. Supergirl touched the wound with a finger, before giving Wonder Woman a headbutt of her own, sending her flying across the arena.
Her enhanced durability and enchanted armor was only barely keeping her bones from being shattered, but she still hung on; if she lost, Supergirl would go after Huntress and Black Canary, and they wouldn't stand a chance.
…
Speaking of Huntress and Black Canary, they had finally fought their way to the control room, where Roulette and Sonar were waiting.
"I should have taken you down last time," Canary said, "my mistake!"
She used her Canary Cry again, only to have it matched by a sonic gun, wielded by Sonar; the gun only held out for a few seconds, however, before Canary's attack destroyed it and sent Sonar flying into a wall.
Seeing her only ally losing, Roulette tried to run, only to have Huntress's crossbow in her face, forcing her to back up.
"I know your kind, Roulette," Huntress said, "You like to watch, but when it comes to getting your own pretty hands dirty…"
Before she could finish, Roulette kicked the crossbow out of Huntress's hands, much to the heroine's shock.
"Didn't think I was that good, did you?" Roulette asked, pulling the daggers out of her hair and letting it fall down her back; she then charged forward and sliced a thin gash across Huntress's arm, "Breaking news: I'm even better."
While they were fighting, Sonar was getting thoroughly beaten by Canary, until he tried one last trick; he ran in close and slapped a silver disk to the sides of Canary's head, then twisted a dial on a device on his belt. Canary fell to the ground as sonic waves bombarded her skull.
Despite Roulette's boast, the only reason she was able to land even one hit on Huntress was because she took her by surprise; once she got Roulette's measure, however, it was easy to lock both of the woman's arms behind her back.
"Who's better?" Huntress mocked.
"You…" Roulette said quietly, until Huntress yanked her arms up painfully, "YOU!"
"Got that right," Huntress smirked.
Sonar was also smirking as he stood over a pain-wracked Black Canary.
"In another thirty seconds," he gloated, "your brains will be so scrambled I'll be able to serve 'em up with bacon."
Before he could carry out that threat, he was knocked to the ground by the now-thrown Roulette; as they collapsed, Huntress brought her boot down on the device, shattering it and freeing Black Canary. Sonar looked up to see two very angry heroines glaring at him.
"Okay! I give up!"
The two women looked at each other, before Canary punched him in the face, while Huntress pointed her crossbow at him.
"Do I kill the signal?" she asked, "Or you?"
…
For what seemed like the thousandth time, Wonder Woman rose and tried to fight back, but Supergirl sent her back onto the ground with a backhanded blow; even the Amazon was amazed that she was still alive. Finally, Supergirl walked up to Wonder Woman, who was too weak to even stand, and picked her up by her hair; the Amazon could see Supergirl charging up her heat-vision, and prepared for the end…
And then the signal cut out.
Supergirl's heat-vision faded, and she looked at the woman she still held by her hair; she quickly let go of her friend.
"So, what did I miss?" she asked.
…
A few hours later, the police had carted off the spectators of the illegal sport that hadn't gotten away, while Roulette and Sonar were hauled off as well. Sonar would have to spend some time in a hospital first; when the police had found him, his voice was several octaves higher, and neither Huntress nor Black Canary were willing to explain why.
Several of the Leaguers also required medical attention; Fire was still recovering from Canary's scream, and Canary herself was still suffering from a bad burn and a damaged throat. The worst injuries went to Vixen, Shayera and Wonder Woman; thankfully, all three women were fast healers, but they would still need to be hospitalized. Each of them waved off Supergirl's many apologies; none of them blamed her.
Finally, after everything was over, the Leaguers went home. Supergirl was uneasy the entire trip back; not because of what happened that night, though that was a factor, but because she had to tell her husband something that she had been working up the courage to say for several weeks.
…
San Francisco
When Kara opened the door to her home, the first thing that happened was Ben giving her a huge hug.
"I heard what happened," he said, "are you okay?"
She spent an hour going over each moment of what happened in excruciating detail and Ben, bless him, sat there and listened, letting his wife pour out all of her anxiety and guilt, which he quickly did his best to absolve her of.
"Though that does explain why you've been acting weird for the last few weeks," Ben said in a relieved tone, "So I didn't do anything to upset you?"
"No, of course not," Kara said, giving him a quick kiss, "It's just that, well… I've been meaning to tell you something for a while now, and I was… scared."
Ben blinked. "You, scared? What could you possibly be scared of?"
"Of your reaction when I told you," Kara said nervously, "Of one of us, or both of us, not being ready, how to tell our friends…"
"Okay, now you're starting to make me nervous," Ben said, then held her close, "Just tell me what's wrong."
"Nothing's wrong," Kara said, "It's just that…" the rest of her sentence trailed off in a mumble.
"It's just that what?" Ben asked, leaning his ear towards her mouth.
"I'm… pregnant," Kara whispered.
How's THAT for an ending!
I know that I didn't have Ben in this for long, but this was just buildup for why Kara would be acting weird around her husband; she's never been pregnant before, and neither of them have any experience having kids (that episode where Ben has a bunch of baby Big Chill's doesn't count here, he didn't raise them, he just hatched them).
Holy Muffins, this is it; this is the second-to-last chapter before I finish my first story on this site, and I am PUMPED! Yeah!
So, on that note, be prepared for "Destroyer", coming soon!
Oh, and despite the Muffin quote, "Destroyer" is NOT coming tomorrow.
Tomorrow is the Judgment Day, tomorrow we'll discover what The Incredible Muffin has in store!
One more dawn, one more day, one day more!