Note: Behold, two new OC! But I swear, there's a reason, -_-

Girl of Steel
Unexpected Reveletaions

It was a new day at the office, and Kara wasn't feeling any better, even after finishing the pizzas and two sticky buns. The miserable gloom over her was due, mostly, to the fact that her sister wasn't happy about the whole situation, or for her, made things harder. She had finally found her reason, yet was left feeling void. A text from one wonderful woman made her crack a smile;

💬🌟 Have you seen the spam you've caused on your own city? B looks about ready to pop a vein; I'm glad Alfred is around to help. Don't worry if you receive a text from him, don't forget he's a grouchy, old man who is trying his best to look out for you, with your brother gone.

She could literally hear the laughter and not soon after, she received one from the man himself.

💬🐼 Care to find a way not to out yourself? I'm having a hard time making every single picture look grainy. Watch out kid; I know you can do this on your own, even if you thought it wouldn't be a problem. I am not, however, dealing with that woman. She's your boss.

And all she could answer with was, that she thought so was him. His own answer: that she wasn't part of the League, made her grin; what a way to show he cared. On the elevator, she could still hear the news narrator go on about things, and knew that if Cat got wind, whole floors would be fired for changing the channel to KPJT News.

📺 "Good morning, National City! Our top story, the only story anyone's talking about: Who is the mystery flying woman who saved the plane?"

The elevator bell dinged, and through the indistinct talking, Kara honed her hearing to the news on CatCo's channel.

📺 "Despite extensive efforts, no one has been able to identify who, or rather, what she is."

"Pretty cool, huh?" She asked Winn, placing her second breakfast along with her boss' latte (and she knew it was burning) on her desk, as well as the latest issue of the Tribune. If there was someone she could trust to be psyched about it, it would be him.

"A plane-saving lady?" But no, he clearly wasn't if his scoff was anything to go by it. "How is the world supposed to take her seriously if she can't even come up with a suit?

"What? Metropolis got him and Gotham City gets the Bat?" He continued his rant, disapproval clear. "Central City also has the Scarlet Speedster, though I insist he should be called Crimson Comet! CC saves CC, get it?"

"Winn —" She tried, but he kept it so, with a sigh, she sent a message to all head of departments, not wishing to hear anymore.

"I mean, even Star City has that Arrow fellow; bows are lame but, at least he has the clothing!" He motioned with exasperation at the news. "What does National City get? Some rookie superhero? Really, Cyborg and Aquaman could take residence here, right?"

"You just want to see Cyborg's gadgets." She tried teasing, but it sounded hollow to her own ears.

"Of course!" Apparently, not to him.

Cat's private elevator dinged and she was power-walking to her office. Kara had just managed to get something for the woman to not burn her hands on the latte and was already following, pen and pad at ready; the older woman didn't say or noticed anything in that regard, but she did take the latte, frowned a bit when her index almost got burned, and gave her assistant an appraising look, before leaving the drink to the side and continue to pace. As soon as everyone was in, they knew she was out for blood, mainly theirs.

"I know many of you are used to being second best but it is new to me." Cat began once her directors gathered in her office and it was clear, her tirade had just begun. She moved from behind her desk to the front of it, sitting on the edge. "The most incredible event in the history of National City and yet we have no exclusive of any kind!"

"We don't have much to go on." One of them said, just to earned an arched golden brow; everyone feared opening their mouth in case it meant getting fired.

"The image we're working off is low res — I guess she's around 5'9." Almost everyone, Hayashi was the one who added his input in a hurried fashion, worried over his colleague. "It's tough to gauge with her height measured up against an airplane."

"Hair color brown." Someone else offered. "Or black."

"Or maybe her hair is just dirty." James offered, and at the stares, he elaborated. "You know, from soot; the plane exhaust."

"James, you make an excellent point." Cat replied dryly, before turning to the picture then back at the people gathered. "Am I the only one who sees the way it looks blonde to the lights from the choppers?"

Everyone began muttering, but she just rolled her eyes before turning to her new art director. "Do you think there's any connection, between this hero and —"

"To my friend in blue? I don't know. I mean, not that he mentioned, but if she's anything like him, she's a hero," Kara stared at him, and felt the certainty of his words shake her; he didn't know her, and even if he knew her brother, that didn't really mean much. They were different! Though he was right, "and saving people is what they're born to do. She'll be back." He looked at her and she wrinkled her nose a bit, and delicately moved away a little, not enough for others to notice.

"Hmm." The spark in those hazel eyes made Kara's heart squeeze, and the next words from her boss' mouth left her tingling, and the smile was breathtaking. "She better be. This girl is the answer: she is exactly what I need to save the Tribune." She moved back to the screens and motioned to the low res image of the girl on the wing of the plane, hand still holding her glasses. "Besides fatty foods, there is nothing people love more than a hero.

"We are going to blow her up, starting with featuring her online and in the paper." She moved back to stand in front of her desk before continuing. "But, we need images — we need video, we need an interview and exclusive content." She was envisioning, meaning they had a brief reprieve from being fired; it was always a good day at work, when one worked for Cat Grant and she was in a good mood. "So go! Go get me that girl.

"My girl," the woman whispered; a certain someone could hear though, and became excited, ready to leave and get to work, forgetting she was meant to keep it a secret at least when she felt the possession spark something. "Keira, stay. Mr. Olsen, I believe I gave you a task regarding images? Chop chop!"

"I have a fun fact you might like, Miss Grant," he began, just to stop at her scoff.

"That saving a plane was his first heroic act, alien invasion not-withstanding?" She asked, and at his confused look, she rolled her eyes. "Unless there's a way to link those two, I'm not going to start making conjectures.

"Chop, chop." The man rose his arms in a placating gesture. "Close the door."

After he did as told, Cat motioned for the girl to stand in front of her. Nervous, the young blonde obliged, breath hitched when they simply stared at each other. Finally, the woman moved, gently smoothing the wrinkles from the shoulders of the shirt, an innocent gesture that made Kara tighten her hands into fists, then loosen the grip. The last thing she needed was to break another pen and make a mess of her pad and clothes.

"Well Kiera, I am impressed," she whispered, hazel eyes turning to blue as she removed her hands. "I asked for a hero, and you deliver me one."

"Miss Grant, I don't —"

"Oh please, Kara," it wouldn't be surprising if the scoff was heard outside the office, even if the door was closed, but the shocking factor was: the simple fact that she had used her assistant's name in, what could very well be, forever. "I can spot the extraordinary pretending to be a nobody in my midst just like that," she snapped her fingers, "and your unique take and view in life made me realize you were, among all millennials, special.

"Never mind that your cousin and Superman's death occurred along the same day, that Lois was always in the middle of it and Clark wasn't," a penetrating look and embarrassed blue eyes turned to the floor. "You've been out of sorts since. Apparently, threatening your job wasn't the way to go at it, but you did answer to it more."

"I'm sorry I haven't been up to par."

"It is understandable," Cat replied with a mild sigh and a shake of her head, moving back to her desk, brushing an arm gently, not noticing the goosebumps left in its wake. "You do, however, need a suit. Ask the hobbit for advice, since his metro-sexuality threatens his masculinity just enough, and I trust his fashion sense more than yours."

"Wha —?!"

"His cardigans do combine," she waved a hand, exasperated, not bothering to look up from the documents, "his ensembles are decent enough. But, he doesn't have a final say, you do, don't forget that."

"Miss Grant —"

"Yes Kiera?" Glasses in place, those hazel orbs promised danger, "I gave you a task, you better be 'up to par'."

"Thank you."

"Getting me breakfast would do that just fine."

"I don't suppose you consider sweets to be a good and healthy meal?"

"Try again," the amusement was palpable, and the young blonde was grateful for the respite.

"Bagel cheese sandwich?" She tried again, wincing a little bit.

"Oh look, you still remember," the older woman snarked, "it better not be burned."

"Of course not Miss Grant, toasted only."

"Chop chop."

And with that, Kara finally moved out. First, food; she would get another sticky bun, then talking with the hobb — Winn, to ask for advice. It would be embarrassing, but she had yet to come out of her shell fully, and that was something she had to be able to do while being a hero. The color scheme was easy, but all she could think about was functionality and not fashion. The curse of a logical brain, but she wouldn't give it up for anything, even a higher standing with her one-of-a-kind boss.

Break was about to get interesting, although maybe only for Winn. Soon, she was back with the toasted beagel cheese sandwich, smiling at the nod her boss gave at the condition of her meal, and ignoring the fact that she had another brown paper bag with her. With a wrist flick, Kara was excused and the girl bowed her head and silently left. Taking a deep breath, she went to her best and currently, only friend, then exhaled.

"Winn, I need to talk to you, on the roof." She said, before going to the stairs herself; she needed the fresh air.

"The roof?" She didn't hear his worry over her own.

"Kara? Hey, uh, just whatever you have to say, can you make it quick?" He asked, making his way to the center of the helipad as the girl walked, without worry, on the edge of the building. "I'm not really into being this high up."

"Okay, um, Winn, I'm going to tell you something about me that only three people — I guess I should say four now, in my life know." She began, blue orbs illuminated with the seriousness of her worry. "Can I trust you?"

"Yeah, yeah," it was his chance to get closer to her, "of course."

"Good." But she was still worried. "Um, I just — I really want someone to be excited for me." Because Cat Grant was excited, yes, but mostly due to the implications that went with her company; thinking otherwise would be unwise and beyond stupid. "And I, um — right, how do . . . uh, there's something about me that, for most of my life, I've run from it.

"I did so out of respect but," she sighed, sat at the edge and he approached with caution, "but last night, I embraced who I am and I don't want to stop."

"Oh my God, you're a lesbian." She replayed the entire conversation and rolled her eyes. "Oh, Kara, that's why you're not into me! This is — this is great news!"

"Really, is that the only plausible reason for me to not be into you?" She asked dryly, amused, and she heard him choke on his words. "If we're going to go with labels, then I guess the only one that fits me is that I'm mated. Until I find that other half of me, no one is going to be interesting.

"And I tried, oh I did, to adapt to the culture," she sighed and stood, still too close to the edge for his comfort. "I did try Winn, I swear. But even if there's suspense before kissing someone, there had never been a spark."

"Kara?" It felt more alarming now. "It's fine, I'm sure you're not the only one who feels this way."

"Winn," he stopped and looked at her, amazed at the way the wind didn't seem to bother or move her, considering how strong the current was, "I am your answer to aliens.

"No, I'm not gay, but I'm — I am her," she decided to reveal things already; way to bury the lede, Danvers, she thought to herself. "I am the woman who saved the plane."

He chuckled at that. "Okay. Yeah, okay. Right. Come, we can talk to a psych — Kara, what are you doing? Hey, Kara!" His voice turned frantic. "Hey, get away from the ledge, you're gonna get hurt."

"This is the only way," she laughed, drying the tears on her eyes, "I need the boost, or it won't work."

"Kara!" He cried when she allowed gravity to take hold, but as always, her adrenaline and the imminent knee-jerk reaction at the feeling of dropping made her magnetic field act and suddenly, she took to the skies softly (as to not break anything) before landing by normalizing her field and gently dropping the few inches to the ground. "Hey! You're — you're her!"

"Yup," she chuckled. "That's what I've been trying to tell you."

"Well, you came to the right person!" He grinned. "I'll get you the best suit out there, and all the other heroes will be jealous."

"Do you realize you sound gay?" She teased, but he just shook his head and chuckled. "Come, we can go to my place to work it over — after work, of course."

.📺.

"More reports coming in on last night's plane rescue. The big question: is there a connection between this mysterious flying woman and the Man of Steel?"

"There are, of course, different speculations, like, if there really is, why wasn't she there in the Battle of Doomsday?"

"How come she isn't part of the Justice League —"

"And the most important one: is she perhaps one of Luthor Jr.'s experiments or maybe just another nutant?"

"They call themselves meta-humans now."

"Oh!"

Winn had a free software program running on his computer, and Kara helped him by making an outline of a human in ovals, circles, and a slightly triangular shape for the torso that he scanned, and he later used his basic skills to cut and put together an ensemble for Kara to look over. Her eyes went wide at each suggestion.

"Okay, we're going to have problems," she began with some panic, "why is my midriff always exposed? Long sleeves but either short skirts or — Winn, those look like the underwear a woman between sixty and seventy would wear? And just in case, I'm saying this with respect towards them and their choice."

"Well then, you could always go for a leotard like Superman — you never said if you were related," he began, fishing for information.

"If I see any of this in that website of yours, I'm making it so you can't access it and any new sites you try to bring up, will vanish as well," she told him seriously, but he didn't perceive the threat she was implying, "he is — was, my cousin, although I'll always consider him more of a brother. I'm not saying more."

"Party pooper," he complained.

"Can I finally stop the music then?" She requested with a sigh.

"Kara, you can't tell me music hurts your ears."

"The frequency it's in does," she explained, rubbing her ears gently, "440 hertz tend to block the cells' activity, making it hard for me to absorb as much sunlight as I can."

"You're kidding."

"Why would I?"

He paused Born & Raised by Mr. Jokes and she breathed in relief. "Wow, okay so, what about the music you listen to?"

"I modify it to 432 hertz," she stared at him, "using Audacity, the program you showed me to change the pitch."

"I did wonder why you needed such program," Winn mused, then shrugged, "well then, I guess I'll have to change my music."

She smiled sadly at him. "You are my best friend."

"Hey, you're mine," he countered with a smile, and she smiled fully back. "How long did it take you to figure the right frequency?"

"I did some research online," she replied, ignoring the way the fingers stopped stroking the keyboard. "And I'm unsure about the leotard."

"Well, see now, you could get a sort of belt with a long skirt that leaves it open at the front for flexibility purposes."

"Hey, where's my cape?"

"Capes are lame —" His retort got cut short.

"Aerodynamics Winn," Kara huffed, rolling her eyes, "you're only thinking about the design and not the practicality.

"Although I will admit I like the idea of a skirt more than a legless leotard," she grimaced at one of the images. Her eyes alighted when they fell on one of the outfits he had mashed together. "Oh, I like this one!"

"The only difference is that the skirt is red and not blue." His counter was valid, but she just smirked.

"I think if you make the top part longer and my midriff is no longer exposed, that we'll have a winner."

"You know, this thing can take days to be finalized," he began, searching for something he had brought over just in case, not noticing something had caught her attention and he was being ignored, "so I brought a spare uniform of sorts . . . Kara?"

She came back with a parcel that was left at the ledge of her open window; she frowned at what he was holding. "Is that one of those shirts that are now sold everywhere in Metropolis?"

"It has the super symbol," he motioned to the S but she rolled her eyes at the white shirt then frowned at the short shorts he held. "Ah, it's only provisional."

"In that thing I'll stop being Kara and turn into Linda."

"Linda?"

"I refuse to be Linda Lee Danvers —"

"Now it's Linda Lee?"

"— I am Kara, Kara Danvers, not Linda Lee!"

"You know what, you need a time out," he motioned to her living room, staking claim of the dinning one, "go open your box there and leave me to my work."

"I had no idea you were such a diva," she teased.

"I'll show you diva," he muttered to himself, probably not realizing the extent of her hearing capabilities, but he did make the change in frequency to some of his songs and had them played. "Born and raised —" She blocked his soft singing as she opened the parcel.

The first thing she noticed, was the letter that was on top, and beneath it, the coat of arms of her House. She felt tears coming, quickly stood and went to her room. Crying in front of others had never been an issue, but the package was private, was between her and her family and her brother — now more than ever could see believe the words Cat Grant had spoken all those months ago, and if the gift was what she thought it was then, it was all she would need to get started on her new gig. First things first though; she was reading the letter.

📝 Dear sister;

Don't ask me why, not only is this my first time writing you a letter but, also the first time I call you that in any official capacity.

When I first found the Genesis Chamber in the colonizing attempt our ancestors made here on Earth, I also found my suit. At this moment, what I truly regret is never having shared it with you, even if I did share our flight ability and still resent the fact that you're so much better at it than I am. But this letter isn't for that, this letter is in case you ever managed to find a reason to stop hiding, though not forever.

I tasked Kelor to keep track of your whereabouts and actions, having managed to find a way to upload it on the internet sphere. I fear the consequences, but I trust we will be able to handle it if it goes rogue AI on us. Kelex has been given specific instructions to help you in case I'm unavailable to aid you, and also make sure you receive this package.

It's not that I suspect something might happen to me, but with Lois getting in constant trouble, I might not be able to give it to you on time.

There's a condition that must be fulfilled before . . . unlocking the cape. Yes, I know how it sounds! I still need you to keep in mind, this is real life, not a game. Now, from what I've gathered, we must uphold our House Crest and honor it's meaning. It seems that even operating as a ghost I gave hope to some, seeming to prove my worth when I destroyed the droid that would have otherwise, killed Lois.

I honestly don't know how it knows when you're ready for a real cape but, mean while, why don't you use this instead? Kelex knew, of course, where to find it.

Kara looked at the red fabric and shed tears. Reality and truth were far too bitter for her to truly feel any better, but she managed to muffle her cries against the baby blanket she had gotten Kal when he had been born. Even if he was no longer there, just like she hadn't been there when he needed her after arriving on Earth, he still had something that belong to their world and was a gift she had given him, now it was her turn. The smell was comforting, and she would be aided by what had shield him as a baby; it would now shield her.

I do believe we can do more for this world, by being the hero they need us to be. But, like mom constantly tells me: We can be their heroes, we can even be their angels and their monuments, be anything they need for us to be, or be none of it. We don't owe this world a thing. We never have, never did. That doesn't mean we cannot be decent humans and help others.

Despite age and everything, I do know you, Kara, you're the kind who stands for those who can't stand for themselves. But sometimes, that isn't enough. My father was right when he told me the world wasn't ready for me, but when I finally found my purpose, I also knew I had to try my best.

Like I know you're aiming to do; how I wish I could give this to you in person myself! Let you know that I am proud that you made this choice, and I also want to know what prompted you.

I also need to know, since you were there: how can we prevent what happened to Krypton from repeating itself on Earth?

Ah! I can hear Lois being in problems! I told her not to go to Nairomi! That Ron Troupe is more problem than he's worth, but I won't let Lois get harmed. I got to go Little Sis, take care and while you wear this, do so with honor!

Kara closed her eyes, shedding tears and doing as much as possible, to not vocalize her pain. With a trembling hand, she placed the letter back inside the box, before taking out her House's Coat of Arms. Sniffling a little, and drying her tears, she took one shuddering breath before exhaling. Standing, she gently shed all her clothes and placed the delicate symbol over her chest, smiling when a soft tunic came forth and covered her completely, including footwear and all. Inhaling deeply, she felt strength coming from the fact that the suit was, above all things perfect. Thus, she left the room and went to check on Winn and let him know that they would be having a suit that very same day. She took off her glasses, smirking when the suit absorbed them and stored them safely, and assimilated the technology of her mobile and traced a pattern behind her ear and to the top of her throat, for communication purposes. Amused by the practicality, she took the blanket and willed for the small and short cape to recede and for the suit to take the blanket as provisional cape.

"Winn?" She called, grinning when she caught sight of him checking the materials and fibers to use for her suit.

"Good, I need to take your measure . . . you look really pretty without your glasses," he commented, just to blink at the way the dress covered his best friend in the most perfect of ways. "Ummmm, what's that?"

"This, is made from the same material my brother's suit was made from," she focused and it began turning blue, the long sleeves holding her thumb, the emblem on her chest looking very much like Superman's, only the background was blue and other highlights of the suit, instead of being a different shade of blue, were red as well. The belt, a golden tone that was very traditional to Krypton, the skirt shortening to be just a bit above her knees, the same crimson shade as the blanket on her back, leggings sparkled with gold and knee-length boots that had a slight heel. Finished, she beamed at him, "what do you think?"

"What do I think!?" He was grinning and laughing, "how cool is that?! I doubt anything can tear that thing! Wait, what about your phone?"

She seemingly produced it out of thin air, grinning, and he began going about getting one for himself, though he was clearly ranting and he wouldn't be able to do such a thing, obviously. He did shut his mac and left all designs and utilities behind. Now that the suit was done, and he approved, even if he thought the crest was a bit tacky, words he took back at her narrowed eyes, he went to his other, more normal computer, with Linux OS and grinned at the frequency reader he had with him.

"So, uh, to be a superhero you need a crime. I'll start hacking into the NCPD." He turned the volume up and the information crackled through.

"Reporting a 215 at Saint Edmund."

"Sphinx must be bored."

"I'll deal with it, but it seems to be fancy."

"Bruce Wayne is giving a conference at that school, isn't he?"

"Oh shit, that's a Koenigsegg Agera R!"

"Crap, Sphinx can kill herself in that thing! Stop them before —" the sound of screeching tires was heard. "Follow them! Sending a chopper."

"That's a car chase," Winn supplied, smiling encouragingly just to be surprised by how fast the girl was leaving. "Kara!"

"I could do a car chase!" She supplied, but part of her felt that Bruce had done it on purpose; she was going to stop that crime.

The first thing she noticed, was that the police seemed to have some kind of trouble, looking for the black sports car (with flames by the wheels) and only seemed to realize which was the car they were looking for because of it's unusual speed. To Kara, it looked like a black, insanely fancy, sleek car built for speed, and focusing her hearing, she could hear the officers going about different car models. It was surprising, but that was about it, although her senses also caught on the hijacked car and the music blasting from it; she could tell it was on 432 hertz. What really got to her, was the fact that it was blasting off Original Prankster by The Offspring, with two distinct voices singing along and laughing, and she felt nervous at the fact that they were kids, only kids by the sound of the voice, and things could get complicated because of that.

The track changed and suddenly, it was Skillet, from their Awake album and first track, Hero. It felt weird that as soon as she got around them, that song would begin to play. The speed they were going at was definitely higher than usual, and looking through the metal, she could tell they were both strapped on. There was something weird about the copilot, but they were approaching a curve and she thought it would be the best moment to intervene. Likely, they would try to run her over but she would gently catch the car and move with it while delicately slowing it down.

One single problem with that plan; the ones on the car were troublemakers indeed, but they weren't in it for the simple joy of making and causing mayhem, just to test each other. The driver took the curve smoothly, moving the car with its very own inertia and ready to keep the speed when she saw the hero and simply, reacted. The problem was that her copilot, who had been moving to get to the back seat and cause a distraction, was caught unawares and with the sudden loss of speed, crashed through the windshield.

Kara noticed, and braced her body not for impact, because that would only harm the child further, but for catching. She caught the blonde . . . well, it wasn't blonde per se, it had a greenish hue, and the creature felt almost weightless. The older blonde still moved a bit with the force of the impact, in hopes of it aiding with the cushioning. While she had been too busy with the youngster, who couldn't be older than seven by the looks of it, she completely forgot about the driver.

For her part, the brunette behind the wheel kept hearing a buzzing sound, tingling in her ears and the groan she felt on her lips left her in a breathless gasp. She was lucky she wasn't pushing the car to go as fast as it could, else the airbags would have been deployed and she, being a thirteen year old kid, could have been seriously injured. But her mind wasn't on such menial facts that her brain was processing, even if she knew she had hit herself badly with the way the seat was configured, which wasn't for someone who was five feet tall. At least the car was still intact, and by instinct mostly, she turned it off, shaking her head and wincing at the bad move. Taking off her seat belt, she quickly opened the door and closed it, almost falling to her knees due to the blow on her head.

"Hope!" The girl bellowed, crying because even if she had hit her head, she knew her best friend had flown through the windshield and could very well be dead. "Hope!"

"She's okay, she'll be fine," Kara said, earning a gasp then a groan from the brunette.

"The sun isn't out, she won't be fine," the girl whimpered, taking a few steps towards them before having to stand still, then moving again, ignoring the police officers who finally arrived at the scene. "I thought you were her illusion."

"Is that how you guys kept the police guessing on the car?" The amusement was palpable, but she was completely ignored when the child finally arrived and kneeled. "Hey I promise she'll okay."

"We need to get her to a hospital and quickly," the girl said, taking her goggles off and drying her tears, and finally looking at the hero. "You can take her there, can't you?"

"Of course —"

"Freeze!" Those blue-brown orbs turned to the officer who interrupted them with a snarl. "Sphinx, are you okay?"

"Put that down you insolent piece of bacon!" Sphinx replied, huffing in evident annoyance, but Kara caught the wince. "She's taking Hope to the hospital."

"An ambulance is on it's way," the other uniformed man informed, gun still aimed at the older blonde.

"And by the time they get here, it could be late!" The child argued, snarl becoming more pronounced. "If something happens to her because you guys were too late, it's on you! You know her Avia!"

"She'll kill you first," the man snapped back, earning a dry laugh and so, both officers turned to look at the brunette, incredulous; Kara used the distraction to finish making a makeshift hammock of sorts holding the girl on her cape, using her suit's controls to tie it from shoulder to hip. "You think that's funny?"

"I think it's funny you think I won't commit hara-kiri if something happens to her," Sphinx replied, sarcasm dripping from her tone.

"Brave One," it was one of the many terms of endearment her people used, and she thought it fitted the girl before her as she turned to show her back to the brunette, "come along, I'm taking you to Swan Hospital as well."

"You can't —"

"Let me worry about what I can, or can't do," Kara requested, arms at ready at her back to hold the girl, "now hurry."

"Hold it!" One of the officers called, shooting at the shoulder from which he could tell the petite child wasn't leaning on. It ricocheted to the left and away from the other girl, who snarled at them before moving towards the woman's back and getting a tight grip on her neck. "Sphinx!"

"She's a fucking hero you jerks!" The girl called, before they were flying off to the hospital. "Asshats."

"Language." The word was felt through the vibrations, more than heard.

"What?! If they hadn't hold us back, Hope might already be fine!" The child snapped, and after a while, finally relaxed against the warm body. "Sorry, I'm not well, as long as she's hurt."

"She means a lot to you, huh?"

"She's my best friend." Kara could hear her perfectly well.

"So what's your name?"

"You wouldn't believe it to be Sphinx?"

"No," the hero replied, chuckling, earning a sigh. "Tell me about her then."

"Hope is mine," she said simply, burrowing her face between shoulder blades, knowing the older blonde was trying to keep her from having a concussion. "My name is Pandora, so Hope is mine."

"You don't want to talk about her?" Kara asked after a while.

"I don't know you." The girl replied sullenly.

"Then how about you tell me about those goggles?" The smile could be easily heard. "I know someone who wears glasses and find them remarkable annoying!" The child was still tight lipped. "Please Pandora? I can tell the lenses are prescribed."

"I was diagnosed with astigmatism," she said with a grumble. "I was six and had just been adopted with Hope, the woman asking for us to be tested for about almost anything, and so I received my first pair of glasses, and ended up constantly breaking every single pair.

"Hope and her Avia gave me these as a birthday gift a year or so ago; apparently, she had been eager for me to get them, although they were supposed to be a present for when I began freshmen year." Pandora felt, after a while, that the one carrying them over was trustworthy, something simply told her the young hero was okay, her presence soothing and reassuring. Also, that the hero thought she might have a concussion, so she decided to talk about her best friend. "She's a meta, her abilities completely useless, because she's part plant."

"Which is why you're upset at the lack of sunlight," Kara realized, earning a nod.

"She can also use light to make illusions; completely useless in a fight, excellent for distractions and such." The brunette was quiet for a while, before resuming. "I met her at the hospital; her mother was dying, she was two, and completely invisible to everyone there.

"I was left in that same hospital right after my mother gave birth to me," she moved her right foot a bit, her combat boot pressing a crystal close that she felt relief, since it was the only thing she had from her mother. "I was immediately adopted by a family, who worked on a garage; the woman had lost a child at child birth, and she took good care of me. By the time I was three months old, I was aware of my own self, and my proficiency with machines earned me stares.

"They thought I was a meta and shied away from me, as though it were contagious," the girl snorted, ignoring her own tears, "I just had an IQ off the charts.

"I was returned to the hospital and soon placed in another home. I learned to pick locks, hijack cars, and often got away while getting in trouble." She sighed, her hold tightening if briefly. "The police always had a hard time catching me, but when they did, I would often answer their question with riddles.

"I turned three when they left me at the hospital, seeing as one of the nurses was the only one capable of getting me in line," she smiled tenderly, "I met her when I was caught for the first time, and she asked me my name. I told her to call me Warhead Supersonic Teenage and she said:

"Like hell you're going to be named that, kid." The woman was tall, dark-skinned, and incredibly imposing. "You know, you're an awful lot of trouble, but I believe there's hope for you."

"Please, not Hope," the child groaned, rolling her eyes.

"Oh, you don't like that one, do you now?" That was when the girl noticed it was the woman's name, and she had the decency to wince and blush, at least.

"It's a lovely name —" the hesitation was palpable, but the nurse laughed.

"Spare me the pleasantries," the woman, Hope, smiled softly. "You know, I have the name just for you; from now on, you're Pandora."

"She seems like one heck of a lady," Kara said with an exhale.

"Yeah . . ." there was fondness in the tone, "you'll get to meet her.

"I was five, Hope was two, and she was turning into a tree. It was a bizarre day, it was raining but the sun was out, and I found her by the psych ward, drenched and looking at the sun, her eyes more yellow than any other color. There was also an older boy there, he was six or seven, and I asked him what he was doing; he just shrugged, clearly not knowing more than I did.

"I tackled her, brought her down; she didn't have a shirt, the skin on her arms turning green while the one on her torso turned soft brown. She cried out, looking at her feet, and I noticed she had roots coming from them. She lost her right pinky, but it regrew, although the remaining roots fell from the sole of her feet.

"All I remembered was, how fast my heart beat was inside my chest, scared, and I opened my arms and she threw herself against me, crying and I cried with her." In the distance, she could see the hospital fast approaching. "I was the first person who saw her as one, and I could tell, I was the first person she determined as an equal."

"Sounds like a complicated relation."

"Oh no, that's the one she has with Avia," the brunette sighed; they had just arrived. "That's worth sticking for."

Just then, Kara landed, placed a shaky girl on her legs just for Pandora to fall on her rear, but knowing that before she could try to deal with the brunette, she had to ensure the one bundled up was being taken care of. Using the stretcher they had, she gently placed the child on it, allowing them to take the blanket as well; if someone took it and made a run with it, it was linked to her suit so she could track it. Going to the brunette, who refused to be touched or moved, she knew she would have her hands full. For some reason, she was reminded of her sister, who had always behaved that way regarding hospitals and such. She could handle one Alexandra Danvers, she could deal with a mini-version of her.

"Pandora," she began, ignoring the scowl and actually smiling at the blush, "I am sure you are aware that you could have a concussion."

"No," the girl drawled, shaking her head a bit, "it's just a minor throbbing and even lesser bruising."

Kara didn't look convinced, and scanned the girl using her x-rays. "It does seem to have healed up a bit, or maybe it wasn't as bad as I thought," she hadn't been able to fully check on the girl, being too worried over the bleeding mess filled with lacerations on her back, and ensuring nothing was life threatening. "You do have a hairline fracture on your wrists."

Kara hummed, taking the girl and getting her inside without worrying about the indignant cries or the bewildered looks from the nurses. "Excuse me, I'm looking for Hope, a nurse here?"

"I'm the current head nurse," a tall, imposing woman questioned back, just to smirk at the girl who groaned. "My oh my, if it isn't my little Pandora. Tell me Hope isn't here."

"Pandora has a hairline fracture on her wrist," Kara began, unwilling to allow the attention to be diverted.

"Pandora, if your Hope is here, I need to get to her before they tube her," the nurse whispered, and it was clear those brown-blue eyes conveyed a degree of truth before the woman was going off somewhere else. She did take another nurse by their scrubs and pointed at the brunette, "get her wrist immobilized immediately."

"Why do I get the mad girl?!" The nurse cried back.

"You want the lion instead!?" Hope demanded.

"I'll take care of it!" He called, before sighing and going to them. "You, no biting this time!"

Pandora growled, but before she could speak, Kara beat her to it. "Pandora will behave perfectly. Won't you?"

Blue met blue, and the girl huffed and looked to the side with a blush. "Fine! Just put me down!"

"There are no available beds," the man said immediately, and Kara could tell he didn't want the blonde away. "Follow me, and you better not move or undo any of my hard work, or I'm giving you a cast."

The girl swallowed and nodded; she didn't want one.

In the middle of the commotion that was the Emergency Room, a single person barged in and suddenly, all noise died down. Kara, forever domesticated, immediately knew who the woman was, could distinguish that heart beat as if it were her own.

"Where, is Hope?!" Cat Grant demanded, hazel eyed green and promising pain.

"Avia," Pandora breathed.

"Pandora, why was Mr. Wayne's car stolen, and why did Hope crash through the windshield?" Cat demanded, going towards them with purpose. "Whose idea was it?

"Think very carefully over your answer young lady," the older blonde hissed, eyes narrowed, "Hope won't ever lie, and you're in enough trouble as it is."

Before she could answer, the nurse finished and left without saying a word or making a sound. Kara placed Pandora on her feet, and before anything else could happen, Nurse Hope was out, moving the stretcher with an injured Hope. The Earthling's face went pale, and those hazel eyes finally met Kara's, and she knew she was busted.

"You brought them here?" She asked softly, and at the nod, she breathed in relief. "Good, then you're going to hold her, take out the breathing tube when I tell you, then rush outside to the sun.

"Understood?"

"Yes Miss Grant," she exhaled her reply, going to the girl and ignoring everyone else as she unhooked the girl completely, placing her cape back on her suit, just to cradle the child again and going to Cat's side. "Now?"

"Relax baby, I'm here," the Media Mogul sounded so soft and tender, she had never heard her use that tone with anyone but Carter, and her words had their desired effect; the girl immediately relaxed and Kara knew that was her cue and pulled the tube out and supersped out. "Come along Pandora; when your brother learns of this, he's going to give you another stern lecture about not giving into what she wants."

"I'm sorry Avia," the girl replied, looking at her immobilized arm.

"I know you can hardly say no to her, but you have to try," they walked out and the woman smiled at the child who began looking for her as soon as she had her eyes free from the bandages; at least all the shards of glass were out. "Hope, what did you tell your Panda?"

"I thought her carjacking skills were compromised," the girl pouted, hazel eyes huge, "and besides, it was Bruce Wayne's car, it shouldn't be that easy to jack!"

"Hope . . . ."

"I just wanted something different Avia; the rest of the kids treat me even worse now."

"Bud, I thought we had talked about this," Cat sighed, "you don't owe them entertainment, you owe yourself some respect."

"I wanted to show Panda that I can be helpful with my illusions," she finally confessed, crying, "they're already in middle school, I'm still in elementary."

"You're three years younger sweetheart," the older woman moved a lock of hair away, and the girl finally moved and hugged the older woman. "How are you feeling baby?"

"Sleepy Avia," the girl confessed, yawning. "Are you okay Panda? I'm sorry for my selfish acts and words, I didn't mean for you to get hurt."

"Me?!" Pandora raised a hand and held one of the girl's. "You're the one who could have died —!"

"I doubt I would have died Panda," a yawn, "I can regenerate my body with sunlight. Avia, where is Sol?"

"In the sky, where it always is," the woman teased, "unless, you mean the one who saved you both?"

"Yes." The child nodded and yawned again. "She's warm and tender, like Sol."

"I guess that's due to your plant origins," Kara grinned, learning so much, and smiling tenderly when the girl raised her head to look at her; blonde hair, hazel eyes, there was no doubt that she was related to the woman carrying her. "Hi Little One."

"Are you a hero?" Hazel eyes were blinking and drawing close, deep with sleep.

"That's the aim."

"She's real pretty Avia," she extended her arms to the Kryptonian, who hesitated and immediately turned to look at Cat. "Can I have a picture with you, Sol?"

"She won't be happy if I publish it," Cat said softly, shrugging, unable to hold back a smile when her assistant beamed and leaned to take girl.

"My, you're so light Hope," she teased gently, tickling the belly of the girl, who giggled, "what do you eat?"

"Veggies only," the child said honestly, laughing and hugging the young blonde, "anything that comes from the ground, except fruits."

"Sounds like bunny food," that earned her another laugh, and she positioned the girl in her arms as if she were a plushie, and smiled at Cat Grant, who had her phone out and ready to snap a picture. "Pandora doesn't want to join in?"

The brunette just shook her head, until Hope gave her a hurt look, and with a blush went to stand besides the hero, taking the youngster's hand. Cat took one single picture, smiling at the excited look on her youngest's face. Kara really wanted to know more about the little family, specially how everyone fit in, since she knew for a fact that Cat only had one son, Carter. It made her wonder how the other two girls ended being part of the family.

As soon as Hope looked at the picture she squealed happily and hugged her Avia. This made the alien realize something.

"Hey Little Bud, what's with all the Latin?" The Kryptonian asked, amazed at how the child looked like a sunflower and as if she were the sun. "They teach you at school?"

"Panda tried explaining the meaning of her name when we met," the meta sounded like a drowzy sleeper, making her even more adorable, "I thought it was Roman, not Greek, and wanted to show her I knew some Latin.

"It backfired." Everyone thought she had fallen asleep until she opened a single, hazel eye, "how come you know Latin?"

"I watched a show about the language and picked it up," she replied with a shrug, earning a chuckle.

"I forgot about the water!" Panda ran off to fetch some, earning a bewildered face.

"She insists on taking care of Hope anywhere," Cat supplied, petting the green-blonde hair. "Hope has to replenish water at an even faster rate than she consumes it."

"Right, part plant," Kara replied with a nod, going to the girl and giving her a kiss to the temple. "I must get going, Miss —"

"Please, we're aren't total strangers and this isn't work," the Queen of All Media said, "you can call me by my name."

"Alright then, Cat," the young blonde grinned, "do you want help getting home?"

"It's fine, Carter is coming over with —"

Just like that, Kara vanished, knowing immediately of whom the woman spoke, and not wanting to leave any traces of her presence. Cat, of course, was annoyed, but at least the only one interested was completely in healing mode, while the brunette was more engrossed in the green-blonde's well being to notice or even ask about it.

"Mom!"

"Miss Grant."

"Mr. Wayne," the woman answered, making an annoyed sound at the back of her throat. "I apologize for any inconvinience."

"Please, I am ready to offer Carter and his twin an scholarship to GothTech," he said quite seriously, "I'm also interested in this one here; has quite some potential."

"Knack for getting in trouble more like it," Cat remarked dryly, smiling when the brunette came and gave the young blonde a bottle of water; Hope downed it. "She's about ready to pass out."

"And you," Carter punched Pandora on the shoulder. "Pan, you're older, you don't get goaded into stupid things!

"I know none of us can say no to her puppy eyes, but, you're the one who can make her change her mind!"

"Hey, I haven't jacked a car in a long time," she snapped back, punching him back in retribution. "I was eager to test and see if I still could!"

"Moron, that's like riding a bike, you don't forget that!"

"Watch it —!"

"You two, stop your bickering," Cat commanded, and they pouted but nodded. "Come along, we should go home now.

"Mr. Wayne, I'll take care of the expenses the car might give you."

"Please, don't worry, I just bought another," he replied with a wave of a hand, smiling, "I'm actually gifting Pandora this one, and Carter can chose one in any color her likes, and when they turn eighteen they can have them."

"You're spoiling them," Cat complained, irked at the happy sounds the two dark-haired kids made.

"And what can I give you, Miss Grant?" Bruce asked, putting his charm out, and while Kara would have loved nothing more than to finish eavesdropping on the conversation, she got wind of a robbery.

Note: Feedback on these two new characters is welcome, but please, understand that in order to minimize changes or fill in inconsistencies, I brought them over; who else is worried about Lois? Because to me it feels, like they're preparing for another Superman Returns and he finds out Lois had a child and that he, is his. Yes, Lois ends up being pregnant, sorry! =_=