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Kara had been walking with Cat Grant through the wrecked Stark Tower. Construction workers were there to help clean up some of the destruction towards the Tower after being in the center of the Battle of New York. Cat had pulled out her phone to snap some pictures as she walked.
"Watch your feet, Keira," Cat said without even looking back at her. "This is the type of ground not good for you."
Kara really worked on keeping herself from tripping while still keeping up with Cat throughout the whole Tower. She managed, as always, she did. Cat was speaking to Stark Industries C.E.O., Pepper Potts, trying to get her to set up some kind of an interview with the man who made Iron Man, Tony Stark.
"He's been talking to Clark Kent," Pepper said to Cat, brushing her off as politely as she could. "And, Lois Lane-Kent of The Daily Planet."
That was enough to cause Cat to almost scowl, though that was mostly because she could barely stand Lois Lane-Kent. She always had a thing for Clark Kent. She had an on-going feud with Lois, each one trying to one up the other. Though, it was mostly more on Cat's side than Lois's.
"And," Cat was trying to say. "Why would that be happening now?"
"The two of them have experience with this sort of thing," Pepper said to Cat, trying to be more understanding of her. "They could write it better."
"Tell him," Cat said, trying to still appear to be friendly, but Kara could tell she was still pretty upset. "He has no idea what he's talking about. Apparently writing a weekly puff piece on Superman qualifies Lois Lane-Kent to write about the Heroes of New York." She stopped talking for a moment, and she looked at Kara. "Tomorrow, I want to speak to anyone in the Fire Department or the Police Department or any of the regular people who were on the ground that day during the battle."
"I got that, Ms. Grant," Kara said to her, making a note to do that sort of thing the next day.
"You may not remember this, Keira," Cat told her when they were in the elevator. "But, Superman showing himself to the world changed everything. We could believe in heroes again, and then, he worked with Batman and Wonder Woman. That changed the world. Now, we were attacked by an army of aliens. . .unlike any we had ever see before, and a group of people who were not known to work together in the past came together to save the world." She let out a breath. "Nothing would ever be the same. The old way of things would never be possible anymore. There are some people who would have a problem with that. We need to remind the people that it may not be a bad thing."
Later that evening, Kara had come back to her apartment turned on the television to have some white noise in the background before she started to cook herself something.
A plane had started to lose control and started to fall out of the sky. Kara immediately took her glasses off. She had already made her decision.
Kara was going to do what she could to help.
Helena was back in the cave below her father's manor, and her attention was more focused on the old display case.
It had her father's old Batman suits as they had changed over the years before the current one he had been using, and it held her mother's old suit, more out of respect and the love he had once felt for her, and the two variations on the Robin suit. One for Dick and the one for her.
It had been only a few years since she had last worn that suit, having stopped only because she could not only work with her father because of how he could be. She had been independent for that to even work.
"I know what you're thinking," she heard Dick say to her. He was still dressed as his Nightwing persona, only he had taken off the mask.
"What am I thinking?" Helena asked, turning away from the display case.
"I'm pretty sure I had that same look on my face when I was deciding to become Nightwing," Dick said to her. "You're considering it."
She could argue more about that, but she knew it would be pointless and a waste of time. Helena had been thinking about something very important. Her own vigilante identity that was not too tied to her father's.
"I am considering it," she said. News of the funds being donated to help rebuild the devastated parts of New York had come to her, and she knew what the could create.
"If you're going to do it," Dick had said to her. "You need to be really sure about it. Bruce is going to test you about it."
He scowled a little at that. He and her father were only just starting to get along again since that falling out that led Dick to becoming Nightwing.
"To be honest with you," Helena said to him. "The more I think about it, the more sure I am."
He nodded. "That might be enough." He paused for a moment. "It might even be different for you. You're his daughter, and it was always different for you."
Helena could see why he would think that way, and he may have been right. Her father had always been more lenient with her over certain things when they were growing up.
There was an alert that came from her father's computer, and the two of them went over to the computer to see a news report, shaky cell-phone videos and blurry-photos of a young woman who had caught the airplane and kept it from crashing and saving the passengers. They instantly knew who the mystery woman had been.
"Looks like you're not the only one who made that decision," Dick commented, not looking away from the screen.