Hey guys! Here's the next chapter. Sorry it's taken me so long. This story has sort of fallen off the radar. But I promise I am picking it back up and will update more regularly. Hope you Enjoy!

Amanda Waller's POV:

"So our remaining weapon has been taken out of our control, and you haven't terminated it yet?" A graying military general barks from across the table.

Taking in a deep breath through the nose and letting it out slowly, I smirk in his direction. "General, I prefer using this situation to my advantage."

"And how do you reckon you do that?" He spits slightly.

"By using one of her own to kill her." The men and women sitting around the table fall silent as several pair of eyes widen. Pressing a few keys on the board before me, the schematics to an enhanced weapon appear on the main screen. "Laced with the minimal amount of kryptonite in order to pierce the skin but not hinder any of his power, this dart will inject a serum in to Superman's blood stream. Programming him to see Kara as the weapon she was always meant to be. He'll attack without a second thought. Given time, she'll lose and our problems will be solved."

"Though the Supergirl is apparently more powerful than Superman." The secretary of defense comments.

I shrug slightly. "Then Superman will be dead. Either way, we'll have one of the major powerhouses of the league disposed of and the other crippled with guilt." The smirk clinging to my lips grows. "In the end, the world will be safer from the Kryptonians."

Kara's POV:

"So, have they given you any clue as to when you'll start going on missions with us?" Artemis questions from the bench press.

Standing above her I hold out ready hands to spot her if need be. I give a shrug and roll my eyes slightly. "No, and with how trainings going with Batman I'm sure it'll be a while."

She grunts, going through her last rep. Putting the bar back in place she sits up and looks my way. "I'm sure it's not that bad."

I smirk and toss her a water bottle. "Oh no, it's rather horrible." Stretching slightly I nod toward the mats. "Mind giving me some more practice?"

Now circling each other, Conner and Beast Boy glance our way. "Artemis," Conner hollers. "She's slow on her left side."

I look over at him in annoyance. "Really?" I shout as he laughs. It's then that Artemis leaps toward me. I dodge and twist away from her second grab. Touching the collar around my neck to make sure it's activated I get back in my stance.

"You know, you can't wear that thing forever." The blonde explains with a slight concern in her voice. Instead of responding I fake right and land a punch in on her shoulder. From there I kick at her legs and catch her off balance, though she sees my next attack coming and dodges accordingly. "I thought you said you were horrible."

I shrug. "Batman's words, not mine."

She grabs my arm and twists it behind my back, while I use her body and momentum to flip backwards over her shoulder and break her hold. She smirks as she turns to face me. "You taking lessons from Nightwing too?"

I nod. "Whenever Batman can't make it."

We continue on for another hour until we come to an end. Artemis still holds the high ground in taking me down seven times to my three. Taking a swig of her water she looks over at me and tosses a towel my way. "You were doing pretty good out there." I smile.

"Yeah, that was great Kara!" Garfield adds, walking away from Conner's session and joining us by sitting on the floor. I toss another water bottle his way which he accepts gratefully.

Artemis stands and stretches. "Seriously, I wouldn't be surprised if they sent you on our next recon mission."

"Since when have we ever had an actual recon mission?" Conner asks from his spot by the punching bags. Sweat runs from his hairline down his face. Using his already damp sleeve to wipe away the moisture his expression contorts into slight annoyance. A moment later it seems like he's discovered a solution to his predicament, providing me no time to brace myself for a suddenly shirtless Kryptonian, now using the wet cotton to scrub away the salty liquid.

My cheeks flare red as I glance away. Suddenly the bottle in my hands becomes quite interesting. I do my best to read the label instead of look up and continue to swoon. Artemis must notice, since she's now snorting and elbowing me in the side. "Shut it." I whisper harshly, begging that my voice isn't loud enough for Conner to hear.

Which he does. Curse super-hearing. His brow draws downward as he looks to me. "What did I say?" He asks with a hint of attitude.

Looking at him straight in the face, I do my best to not let my eyes linger and travel downward. "Nothing." I spit out, turn on my heels, and stomp out of the mountain's gym.

Stalking into the kitchen, I grab a plate and plop down at the empty table. Glaring harshly at my food my hand absent mindedly travels to my collar, stroking my fingertips back and forth across the cool metal. If the devise suddenly turned off, the table and everything on it would certainly turn to ash. Those around me sense my frustration and do their best to avoid me. All but one that is.

"He… hey Kara. You okay?" I hear her stutter.

I do my best to keep my fingers from clenching and plaster a smile on my face before looking up. She must read the emotion coming off of me though, because the Martian doesn't return any kind of friendly gesture. "Yeah, M'gann I'm fine." Closing my eyes and heaving a sigh, I relax slightly. I've gotten used to seeing her around. I've even come to know her better since my stay with Clark. She's not so bad I suppose. Though her past actions haven't been the greatest. I can tell she cares for everyone on the team. "Just tired." I confess, she's rather easy to talk to.

The girl nods. "Mind if I sit?" I shake my head and she takes a seat. "So, what's on your mind?"

My nose scrunches as I give a half frown. "I don't really know." I confess, still playing with the metal clinging to my neck.

She nods toward the devise. "You know, we all trust you enough to take that off."

I smile halfheartedly. "I don't."

A look of sympathy crosses her face. "Why not?"

"I don't really have an answer to that."

"Try."

I pause for a moment, collecting my thoughts. "Because I'm scared." My answer seems to shock her. Grant it, I'm slightly surprised at my openness as well. "I have so much power, and yeah I can control it now, but what if I slip up? What if I end up hurting someone?"

"We would understand."

I nod. "I know, but the guilt would eat at me inside. Plus, I…" I bite my lower lip.

"What?"

"I don't want anyone to get angry." I shrug. "If something does go wrong, what's to keep everyone from hating me and sending me on my way?" Resting my chin in my hands I speak my truest fear. "I don't want to be alone."

M'gann reaches a hand across the table and rests it on my arm. Instantly I feel her reassurance. "Clark wouldn't do that to you. Do you know how excited he was to find out that he had a cousin? You're one of the only things he talks about nowadays. He loves you." She smiles kindly. "And we're a team. We stick together until the end." Her eyes glance to the side as she bites her lip, realizing that her words don't necessarily match up with her actions. "Regardless Kara, we would never do that to you. We're family."

Before I can respond, a voice comes over the loud speaker. "Supergirl, report to the tower's monitor room." Batman commands.

I groan loudly and stand. "Great, what did I do now?"

With my head hung low I trudge into the monitor room to find Batman with his back to me. The screen before him plays my spar with Artemis. "You're improving." He mutters as I join by his side.

I smile slightly, knowing that it's the biggest compliment I've received from the bat thus far. "Thanks." A long pause grows between us. I take the time to look around the room. My fingers twiddle slightly, as nervousness begins to encompass me. "So, did you want something else, or can I…" I trail off. At that point on the monitor I spy my own blushing face as a shirtless Conner walks toward me.

"That's interesting." Batman speaks up. There's a laugh in his voice. One I've only heard on very few occasions, usually involving a conversations with one of his own protégées. "You're not doing the best at covering it up though." I sigh heavily and cross my arms. I glance behind nervously to make sure no one's watching. "No one's in this area Kara. We won't be overheard by anyone."

I nod and glance to the side, refusing to look at him or the large screen before me. Trying to grasp something to say I begin to sputter slightly. "I… I uh… I guess my poker face could use more work."

The light chuckle coming from the man beside me catches me off guard. "We can work on that later. My only question is, why are you trying so hard to avoid him?" I open my mouth to protest but he cuts me off. "Don't deny it. Everyone's noticed. Clark actually came to me yesterday concerned about it." After a moment he adds. "Conners, confused as well. You do know that you're training to be on a team with him. Whatever this is will just get in the way."

Slightly heated I reply. "So I'm assuming you've already had this talk with him, right? Along with M'gann, Artemis, and Wally." He doesn't respond. "No? Just me? What, the newest member of the team, the little girl Kryptonian, can't be trusted enough to keep her emotions in check during a mission and then messes up an operation? Is that it?"

"I was referring to the cold shoulder. Shutting him out will just make things more difficult." He pauses. "I'm more interested in why you don't let it happen." He wonders out loud.

I take a step back and stare up at him. "Because it's what they wanted." I bite out. "They had all of this planned and I don't want to be told how to live my life anymore. I just got it back." Folding my hands I confess. "Being with him feels like I'm letting them win."

His expression softens. "This is all your choice Kara."

I sigh once more and pinch the bridge of my nose. "Is it?" I question throwing out my arms. "Honestly, if I had a choice I would leave and settle back in Smallville. Maybe go to school in the area." I fall quiet.

"You want off the team." It's more of a realization than a question.

I shrug. "Yes and no. I don't want to be on the team because it's basically what Cadmus had planned for me. And yet I have these powers. Not using them would be selfish. In the end the guilt would win."

He takes in a deep breath and lets it out slowly. "Kara, don't let us pressure you into anything. This has to be your choice."

I cross my arms, slightly frustrated. "I know that. And I've given this a lot of thought. It's just…" I heave a heavy sigh. A pause sets over us. And then I do something I didn't expect. I begin to laugh. Just slightly. More like a chuckle really. "I guess what I've been doing lately is thinking of how things could be if I didn't have powers. If Cadmus was never a part of my life. It's stupid, I know. I would still be with my parents, but they would actually care about me. I'd leave home one day for college. Make friends and stupid memories that I somewhat regret. Just normal things." I look back at Batman who seems to be concentrating on the screen before us. "Have you ever done that?" I ask, drawing his attention back to me. He looks at me for a moment. There's a gaze in his eyes as if he's staring right through me. "Batman?"

Seeming to come back to the room we're currently standing in, the corner of his mouth raises slightly. "More than you could imagine."

The next few days are rather usual. Conner heads off to school as I circle Metropolis, finding new streets and connecting them back to the familiar ones. Clark suggested I familiarize myself with the city, considering I'll be protecting it for the rest of my life. I smirk to myself. Now there's a happy thought. Artemis and I had the whole "death talk" the other day. It was by far the most depression conversation I've had to date. Each of us describing how our ends might turn out. Of course mine involved Kryptonite in some way. With my hands shoved into the pockets of my coat my feet skid across the side walk toward the main square. Eventually I find myself outside the Daily Planet and walk through the revolving glass doors.

The woman at the front desk smiles softly as she looks up. "Can I help you dear?"

My heart contracts slightly as I hear a bit of Smallville in her accent and feel a sudden rush of homesickness. Nodding I smile brightly. "I was wondering where I'd find Clark Kent. Do you know?"

She seems to light up at the mention of his name. "Oh Clark, such a nice young man. He's on the forty-third floor dear. The elevators that way." She points to my right. "Would you like me to tell him you're on your way up?"

I shake my head. "I'm here to surprise him actually, thanks."

As I step through the opening doors someone shouts out. "Hold the elevator please!" I do so and allow a guy around my age through. "Thanks." He mutters, wiping the lens of his camera on his shirt.

"No problem." I respond. He's not bad looking actually. Taller than I am, a little on the thin side, but the red hair and freckles give him a sort of goofy adorableness. Though he's not too subtle at staring. But I don't mind much.

"You're new here."

I nod. "Yeah, just moved to the area."

"What department do you work in?"

"Oh, I don't work her. I'm just visiting my cousin." The doors open and I step onto the busy floor searching for Clark. For a moment my head pounds and eyes blur as my heightened senses are overwhelmed by the constant chatter and ringing phones. I wouldn't have this problem if Batman hadn't taken my collar away. I think bitterly. For some reason, focusing was much more difficult here than on the streets. Perhaps it has to do with the smaller space keeping everything close and obnoxious. Overall, I just felt claustrophobic. Dragging a hand through my hair I hear Clark above everything else.

"Thank you for your time. Bubye now."

As his phone clicks on the receiver I spy his desk. "There he is." I say to the red head still waiting by my side. "It was nice meeting you."

"Jimmy."

I smile. "I'm Kara." Before he can get another word out I make a beeline for Clark. He doesn't seem to notice me until I'm right in front of him. "Did you take lunch yet?" I question, startling him slightly.

"Kara." He stares at me rather dumbfounded. "What are you doing here?"

I shrug. "Well, I wanted to go get lunch." I pause, uncertain. "Should I leave?" I ask pointing back to the elevator.

He shakes his head. "No, no it's fine. I'll just let them know I'm going to lunch early."

Lunch goes well. We talk about our weeks, work for him and training for me. Overall, it feels like a much needed normal day. Though when we come to a stop light on our way back to the Planet, Clark seems a bit off. "You okay?" I ask, to which he doesn't respond. Instead, he stares straight ahead. Looking at nothing in particular, as if he's not completely there. "Clark?" I question raising an eyebrow. "Hello." I wave my hand in front of his face. "Earth to Clark. You in there?"

Scowling slightly, he blinks quickly and shakes his head. After a brief moment he looks down at me. "Sorry, Kara. I guess I spaced out for a minute."

I want to press the matter, but think that it's best not to pry. "No worries."

Amanda Waller's POV:

After receiving a notification I spring from my chair, practically run down that hall, and burst through the door. "What's going on here?" My voice thunders throughout the room. Several lab techs turn to me in fear as they glance over at the same general who questioned me earlier in the week. "Eiling! What did you do?"

The man stands proudly. A smug grin of accomplishment plastered to his face. "Just taking our experimental drug out for a little test run. Worked like a charm."

"Do you realize that you could have jeopardized our entire operation?" I spit out through gritted teeth. "If the drug had been discovered, we would have been set back years in planning."

He snorts. "Relax Waller, no one noticed a thing. Only let it last a few seconds. Wasn't even a threat to Supergirl."

"You better hope not." I threaten. "And believe me when I say, if you ever go against regulation again I'll have you stripped of your titles and throne in federal prison. You'll never see the light of day again." I continue to shout. "You will not go against my orders. Am I clear?" I manage to grind out the last sentence through my furry.

A frown replaces his smile as his brow draws downward. "Crystal." He mutters in complete annoyance and submission.