Earth 40

When Kara’s day at CatCo was finally over she went back to Lena’s apartment, changed into her Supergirl costume, took her in her arms and flew to the DEO.

“I like seeing you like this. Smiling,” Kara said warmly while she carefully placed her on the floor.

“Thanks, Kara,” Lena answered back.

“Are you read to see her again?” the Kryptonian asked.

“I am now,” Lena assured her with a smile. She was afraid, but she was also hopeful. She couldn’t give up.

“Let’s go, then…” Kara invited her to access the premises.

Alex and Maggie greeted them. The detective still walked with the help of her crutches and kept that cheerful and easy-going attitude that Kara admired so.

“You were right, Danvers: Lena Luthor sure is stubborn,” she joked. Lena greeted her affectionately.

“Are you sure you want to go down there to see her, Lena?” the DEO agent asked.

“Yes, Alex. I want to see her,” Lena serenely replied.

Alex looked at Kara, who just shrugged while she sported an amused smile on her face.

“All right, you can go. But promise that you will leave as soon as the conversation turns sour,” Alex asked while she took her by the arms, “You know how my sister reacts, and I don’t want her to hurt you again.”

“I promise,” Lena assured her, and then proceeded to follow another agent who accompanied her to the elevator.

“Do you and Lena have the same concept of ‘sour conversation’?” Maggie asked while lifting her eyebrows.

“I’m afraid we don’t,” Alex exclaimed, “This is why I’m going to ask Mon-El, who’s now in charge of the guard duty, to leave the communicator open. That way we’ll be able to listen what’s happening down there.”

“Don’t do that, Alex,” Kara suggested. The agent looked at her, frowning, “Give them some privacy. I’ll be alert: if they raise their voices or if I feel something’s wrong with Lena I’ll tell you right away.”

“Okay, but don’t hesitate to tell me whatever may happen: my sister is unpredictable and anything can happen. Anything at all,” Alex declared with sadness in her eyes.

“Don’t worry.”

“Danvers, shall we continue with my rehab?” Maggie asked.

“Yes, let’s go,” Alex approached her girlfriend and kissed tenderly on her temple. She walked beside her until they both disappeared round the corner.

“How are things going on Earth-38?” Winn’s voice asked.

Kara turned to look at him and began to tell him everything. J'onn J'onzz entered the room and the agents saluted him respectfully, Winn included.

“Hello, J’onn,” Kara greeted him.

“I hear she’s come to see Kara.”

“Yes, I think she needs it,” she admitted.

“I have no qualms against that. I just hope what happened the last time won’t happen again,” the Martian wished, “Agent Schott, have you finished the detection system I asked for?”

“Yes sir, I just finished a checkup.”

They both concentrated on Winn’s computer screen. Kara gave them her attention from time to time, since her senses came and went in search for Lena’s vitals. Everything was all right for the time being. Her heart was beating a little faster than usual, but that was completely understandable since she must be nervous because of the re-encounter.
XXXXXX

“Are you sure of that, Alex?” Mon-El asked worriedly though the communicator. “All right.”

The Daxamite gave back his attention to Kara-40.

“You have a visit. I’m…I’m going to take a break,” he announced though gritted teeth.

“That’s fantastic! Just get you Daxamite ass out of my sight, pretty please,” she spat.

“I miss the old annoying and extremely correct Kara, she was a great friend,” Mon-El lamented.

“A Daxamite man showing appreciation and comradeship for a woman? Now, that is a sight,” Kara-40 laughed. Mon-El sighed resignedly and greeted Lena when she saw her.

“Be careful,” he advised her. Lena gave him a nod as an answer.

Kara-40 was coming and going inside her cell, but she stopped dead on her tracks when she caught sight of her.

“Lena…I wasn’t expecting to see you here,” she admitted.

“Why would you say that?”

“Because your last visit was a little…Uncomfortable for you.”

She wasn’t about to ask for forgiveness; she didn’t feel the need to. The pendant she wore, now hidden behind her black T-shirt, made her unable to feel remorse for her actions.

“Let’s forget about that, please,” Lena begged, “I won’t stop coming here to see you; you are my girlfriend…And I love you.”

“It’s been eleven days since last I saw you…” the Kryptonian began, “Eleven days that seemed like an eternity because you weren’t here with me. Did you know I asked Alex for a photo of you? But she didn’t want to bring me any.”

Kara-40 softly placed her hands over the glass panel. Lena ended the distance that separated them and placed hers on the other side.

“Forgive me, I should have come sooner but…”

“The only thing that matters is that you’re here now, Lena,” she pronounced in her most deep pitch, affecting the other woman.

“You don’t know just how much I miss you, Kara,” Lena confessed in a hopeful whisper.

“Of course I do, Lena. Because I feel the same…” she admitted while she pierced her with her blue eyes. Lena breathed deeply for a couple of times; she was getting flustered, “If I only could touch you once more…”

The young Luthor closed her eyes for a moment, never ceasing to smile. She longed for the same her girlfriend did. They were so close, with just a mere reinforced glass panel separating them. When she opened them again, she found Kara-40 staring at her lips, and she felt something inside of her. Her girlfriend searched for her beautiful green eyes again.

“Do you remember the night you tried on me the kryptonite bracelets for the first time?”
“Uh?” she stammered, taken aback by the sudden turn in their conversation, but also delighted by it.

“At first I got a little dizzy, and you wanted to take them off because you thought you were hurting me,” Kara-40 smiled, making Lena smile in turn, “But we soon learned that it was just my body getting used to that new situation.”

“I remember…” Lena kept smiling.

“It’s just, those memories suddenly came to mind because I also feel here the kryptonite radiation. I feel just like…”

Kara-40 stopped her narration. Lena frowned, she wanted her to keep talking. The Kryptonian smiled: she had Lena just were she wanted her to be, and the poor thing hadn’t even noticed.

“Just like what, Kara?”

“Just when I was about to make love to you,” she whispered, never stopping to look into her eyes.

Lena shuddered. Her heart was beating faster and her breathing was slightly altered. She couldn’t just listen to those words from the mouth of her girlfriend and remain stoic. The hope to bring her back redoubled.

Kara searched for Lena’s vitals again and she got nervous when she felt her so agitated, so she focused her attention and listened for a few seconds.

“…That way I wasn’t afraid to kiss you as much as I wanted to, and I could just grab your thighs…”

Kara became stiff as a board, her cheeks flushed. She decided she had listened enough. Everything seemed to be going fine. Maybe too fine.

“You don’t know just how much I want to feel you like that again, Kara…” Lena confessed, overwhelmed.

“Then get me out of here and we’ll be together again, Lena…”

“But…”

“I will give you my caresses again, I will kiss you again…”

Lena was breathing with difficulty, she felt like she was short of breath. It would be so easy to introduce the code and open the door. It would be so easy to feel her skin again, her warmth…

“Go on, Lena. Open the door, free me…” Kara-40 insisted.

“Free you…?” Once more, sanity came back to Lena in the form of violent memories in which her girlfriend was the protagonist, “No…I can’t do that, Kara…”

“Why not? Don’t you miss my kisses, my hands…?”

“Of course I do, but…I can’t free you.”

“You won’t stop telling me how much you love me, but you don’t think twice when it comes to leaving me locked up in here. What kind of love is that?” Kara-40 began to lose her patience.

“Precisely because I love you so much I can’t let you out of here so that you commit atrocities. You couldn’t live with that afterwards.”

Kara-40 took a couple of steps back from the glass. She smiled down. She had seen Lena so eager and vulnerable that she had tried to manipulate her, taking advantage of the feelings the other woman harbored towards her. However, things hadn’t gone as planned. She cursed her luck.

“You aren’t going to get me out of here, are you?”

“I am sorry. I can’t,” Lena admitted, her hands sliding down the glass.

“And I guess you’ll tell me that usurper form Earth-38 hasn’t got anything to do with your decision.”

“Of course she doesn’t.”

“I feel it hard to believe you, Lena,” Kara-40 had no intention to hold herself back, “Why else would you come here, if not to free me?”

“To see you!” Lena exclaimed, hurt.

“To see me locked up in here?” she accused without an ounce of pity.

“Kara…” the young Luthor remarked that her girlfriend was once more the cold and cruel woman she feared to face again so much. Her hope began to dissipate.

“It’s so easy for you to go on with your lives while I rot down here,” Kara-40 had begun to pace back and forth around her cell, “Especially for you, since you’ve found someone else to take my place.”

“Please, don’t start with that again,” Lena begged.

“Why? You don’t want to talk about her?” Kara-40 asked while she looked intently at her. In her blue eyes there wasn’t a trace of affection or desire left; only loathing, “Oh, but I do want to talk about her! Tell me, is she as good as I am in everything she does?”

“We are doing everything we can to fix this situation as soon as possible,” Lena defended herself.

“And in the mean-meantime you fill the void I left with her. The perfect plan.”

“Don’t say that. It’s not true,” the young Luthor had lost all of that initial optimism she had when she arrived to the DEO. Hard reality hit her once more.

“Who can really tell me you didn’t want to get rid of me since the beginning and that you orchestrated all of this as an excuse to remove me from the equation?” Kara-40 suggested with malice.

“That’s not true!” Lena indignantly cried, “You are the most important person in my life!” she confessed in an affected voice.

Kara focused her attention again, she needed to be sure that everything was going as smoothly as a few minutes before. Lena was still agitated, maybe even more now, but Kara felt something wasn’t quite all right. She focused on her sense of hearing and she caught some words that had little place within a nice or intimate conversation. She became alert and looked around her. She could just call Alex, but she didn’t want to interrupt Maggie’s rehabilitation, and that would surely embarrass Lena for not listening to her sister’s advice and just call her when things turned sour. Maybe it wasn’t necessary to come to that yet. She would go down there by herself, just to check Lena was all right. She said goodbye to J’onn and Winn with some excuse and she walked to the elevator.

“Please, Kara, you have to believe me!”

“I can’t believe your words,” Kara-40 said, “Because your actions show just the opposite.”

“I am doing what is best for you, even if you can’t understand it now.”

Lena’s words make the Kryptonian laugh.

“Now you talk to me like I’m a little girl?” she asked in a mocking tone, “Now, you’re not making much sense. Just a moment ago all you wanted was to have me between your legs…”

Those words made Lena feel humiliated. She had been so naïve, how could she ever believe she could bring her girlfriend back?

“You can’t deny it, am I right?” Kara-40 insisted, trying to break her girlfriend’s resolve, “Maybe my substitute doesn’t satisfy you completely,” she added, and Lena felt her vision blurring with the tears that were beginning to accumulate in her green eyes.

“Kara…” she muttered with profound sadness.

“Are you going to cry now?” she asked with a grimace.

“Enough!” Kara’s voice cried behind them, making them both turn so face her.

“Right on time! You finally deign yourself to appear before my eyes,” Kara-40 observed her exact copy intently, while she admitted internally just how much they looked alike.

“Kara, what are you doing here?” Lena asked, surprised.

“I felt things weren’t going quite all right.”

“I was starting to think that Supergirl from Earth-38 was nothing but a coward, too afraid to face a poor weakened and confined Kryptonian like me,” Kara-40 spoke, blatantly trying to irk her, “But now I see you came to rescue our damsel in distress.”

“I won’t play your little aggravation game,” Kara declared, “And I totally understand your dislike towards me.”

“Dislike?” Kara-40 smiled sideways, “That falls short to define what you elicit in me…And believe this: you can’t understand me.”

“Kara, I don’t think you being here is a good idea,” Lena worriedly said.

“I could say the same about you,” the Kryptonian replied.

“My, how beautiful! You two sure got along with each other!” Kara-40 clapped three times, getting them out of their private conversation, “You see, Lena? She has made a mighty fine work of substituting me as a heroine protecting everybody. She even has found the time to protect you from your evil girlfriend.”

“You’re just distorting things,” Kara exclaimed.

“Are you in a relationship, Supergirl-38?” Kara-40 asked.

Kara didn’t reply with words. Her uncomfortable expression was enough to make Kara-40 know her suspicion was correct, that she had somebody special in her life.

“How would you feel if, suddenly, someone replaced you and took to live with that person of yours, if they feigned to be a couple in public?”

Kara imagined that scenario for a few moments, and she felt truly upset inside.

“We are doing what’s best for everyone,” she finally reacted, “That way we give the DEO more time to keep investigating what’s happening to you.”

“Yeah, that story it’s what Lena and Alex have told me many times before,” Kara-40 declared without looking at her, “But what they say doesn’t matter to me: just thinking that the closeness you two share may create something real is still there, and it’s killing me inside.”

Lena and Kara observed her closely and, at the same time, their minds were racing with the memories of those moments they had shared together.

“Because you’ve been faking it, right? There’s nothing between you two…”

The shadow of guilt showed on their faces, or that was at least the feeling Kara-40 experienced when she intently observed them. Then, her jealousy broke free.

“You’ve cheated on me? With her?” Kara-40 asked her girlfriend, looking at her, “Answer me, Lena!” she demanded.

The young Luthor’s silence was driving her up a wall, she needed answers and she would get them no matter the price.

“Oh, I bet you really missed me, in bed most of all, and she was just the perfect solution. Wasn’t her, Lena? Say it!”

Kara had her hands closed into a tight fist. Lena was, once again, about to start crying.

“Stop talking to her like that,” Kara intervened, unable to stand that terrible scene any longer.

“You sure are ready to jump to her defense. Were my assumptions correct, then?” Kara-40 maliciously asked, “Are you lovers or what’s happening here?! You can never trust a Luthor!”

Kara knew that Lena would give up in the end and tell what had transpired between them, and that would create a rift between the couple, something that she couldn’t allow to happen, so she chose the best option for them.

“Lena never cheated on you! It was me who kissed her!” she exclaimed, thus causing them to look at her.

“Well! I see Supergirl from Earth-38 is not as honorable as they thought her to be…Listen to me. If I ever get out of here, I will kill you with my bare hands,” her voice sounded serene, but there was a dangerous edge to it.

Lena trembled before that murderous threat, she felt terribly guilty. Kara had started those kisses, but she had kissed her back until her senses came back to her. It wasn’t fair for her to carry all that guilt on her shoulders alone, alongside the infinite hatred from her enraged girlfriend. They exchanged a look. Lena showed an intense worry. That complicity didn’t go unnoticed by Kara-40.
“What the hell happened between the two of you?!” she demanded, enraged, “Lena!”

“Leave her alone, I already told you what happened.”

“I swear to Rao I will kill you,” Kara-40 mumbled.

Lena had never seen her girlfriend with a look so full of hatred in her eyes before. She really feared for Kara-38’s life, she feared that she would end up paying for her own mistakes. She couldn’t allow that, and she didn’t want to tell any lies: she would accept the consequences for her actions.

“I kissed her back…” she muttered.

“Lena, no!” Kara immediately exclaimed.

“It doesn’t matter anymore, Kara. It’s the truth,” Kara-40 looked at her, frowning, “I kissed her back because, for a moment, I felt like it was you who kissed me…But I soon realized it wasn’t so, so I stopped. Nothing else happened.”

Kara remained silent. She felt she was in the middle of a couple’s fight, and she had no idea how she should intervene. She didn’t even know if she should intervene at all, she didn’t want to make things worse.

“And you really think that I’ll forgive you because you confessed all that bullshit to me?” Kara-40 berated Lena, “Do you honestly think I’m gonna swallow that excuse of you being unable to tell between this bitch and I? That you were unable to tell she wasn’t the woman you’ve been sleeping with for a year? What the fuck!” she hit the glass with her fists.

“Kara, please…” Lena tried to explain herself, “Look at her: she is exactly like you were before all of this hell started…Her physical appearance, the way she acts…Everything! Do you have any idea of what it was for me to have her so close these weeks past and knowing she wasn’t you?” she exclaimed, “I am not perfect, it was a moment of weakness, I lost touch with reality…Because it was you I missed so, dammit!”

Kara breathed with some relief. Lena’s arguments were solid. Kara-40 had to understand. It had been a good idea to keep herself at bay for a few minutes…Or so she thought. Kara-40 had relaxed her stance, letting her arms fall alongside her body.

“Of course you are not perfect, Lena…” Kara-40 assured, "You are weak…And an ungrateful traitor.”

Kara frowned. Why was her alter-ego reacting so? Lena’s words were sensible, sincere, even, anyone could see it. Lena moved her head negatively, unable to recognize her girlfriend in that woman who spoke to her with arrogance and spite.

“Wanna know something, Lena Luthor? Everyone warned me about you when we started our relationship. Nobody trusted your intentions, and I see they were right now.”

“Where are you, Kara?” Lena whispered between the tears.

“I’m right here. Just realized what kind of woman I had for a girlfriend. Better sooner than later, I guess.”

“Kara, please…” Lena babbled while she cried, walking to the glass and searching, in vain, a stronger connection with her girlfriend.

Kara looked at them without knowing what to do, and her duplicate went on with her merciless spiel. Since she hadn’t gotten what she wanted from Lena, she would make her pay.

“Do you honestly believe that National City accepted you just for what you are? That happened just because I publicly supported you,” Kara-40 claimed, “Without Supergirl on your side, you’d be still Lex Luthor’s sister: a pariah, a reject…”

Lena felt her knees buckle, unable to keep the weight of her body. She had to completely lean on the glass. The person she loved the most was hurling at her the things that hurt the most to her, and she was unable to stand it anymore. Kara noticed, and she couldn’t remain in the background any longer.

“Stop this right now!” she exclaimed, riled up.

“Why should I? What I’m saying it’s the truth. Lena knows. Don’t you?” Kara-40 was beginning to enjoy that encounter now she had regained its control and had both women at her mercy, “I gave you friends, a family…You were alone until I came into your life…The truth is, without me you are nothing, Lena Luthor.”

“The only think I did was to love you…” Lena sobbed while she slid down the glass until she remained hunched over on the floor, crying disconsolately.

“How can you say such things?! You’re a monster!” Kara accused her duplicate. She then kneeled besides the young Luthor to help her get on her feet, “Lena…”

Kara had lost the ability to see the situation in perspective. She didn’t care anymore whether Kara-40 was acting so due to an illness, or the effect of some unknown agent. She was only conscious of the pain Lena was experiencing, and how much she wanted to keep her from that nightmare. Lena kept crying while she placed a hand on the glass and repeated her girlfriend’s name in almost inaudible whispers except for the Kryptonian, who felt her heart breaking seeing her in that state.

“C’mon, Lena. Let’s get out of here,” she told her softly, drying some tears from her cheek.

“And who the hell you think you are to touch her that way?!” Kara-40 shouted.

“Someone who doesn’t like watching Lena suffer,” the Kryptonian defiantly retorted.

“Lena is mine!” Kar-40 bellowed, “Lena, tell her!”

“Let’s go.”

Kara helped her walk. Lena seemed to be lost in a state of absolute defeat. When she didn’t elicit any reaction from her duplicate, Kara-40 spoke to her girlfriend.

“Already leaving, Lena? The visit is already over?!” she yelled, “You will be back! You always come back! Always!” she added, and she guffawed, “You need me, you are nothing without me!”

Lena closed her eyes tightly, and Kara embraced her shoulder, also holding her by her waist. When the elevator door opened, Alex and Mon-El were already inside.

“Lena, what happened?” Alex exclaimed when she saw her in that pitiable state.

“Your sister…She told her terrible things,” Kara explained.

“And what were you doing down here? I told you Kara didn’t want to see you,” the agent reprimanded her.

“I just…”

“Dammit, you two ignored my warnings!” Alex lamented.

“I’m sorry, Alex, I thought I could help things a little without your help,” Kara lowered her eyes, “I was wrong.”

Alex exhaled audibly. She wasn’t really surprised. It was typical of them to ignore whatever piece of advice she may give. It was just Lena and Kara’s way, no matter their world of origin, and she loved them above everything. She approached them and gave them both a hug.

“I’m sorry, Alex…” Lena muttered, still absent and tearful.

“Hush now, silly…I would’ve done the same if I were in your place. We all are a bunch of reckless idiots here,” the agent replied, and then she released them, “Now go home, the two of you. Mon-El and I are going to check on my sister. We’ll talk later.”

Kara nodded and led Lena inside the elevator by the arm.

“Agent Danvers and the Daxamite…” Kara-40 drawled, “I liked my last visitors better.”

“What did you say to Lena?” Alex demanded, “I had never seen her so broken ever before.”

“Just the truth, big sis. Just the plain ol’ truth,” Kara-40 answered, “But you already know that truth hurts,” she added with a perverse smile.

“How can you be so cruel even to the woman you claimed to love?”

“How could she betray me?” the Kryptonian retorted.

“Betray you?” Alex exclaimed, disgruntled, “She does her utmost to help you.”

“I bet she does: by working closely with Supergirl from Earth-38.”

“What are you implying?” the tone of that comment annoyed Alex.

“Just ask them yourself, if you think them so virtuous…” Kara-40 stood up from the bench and her expression hardened, “Not even just one of you creatures, weak and treacherous humans, is worth it.”

Alex and Mon-El exchanged bewildered looks.
XXXXXX

Lena was sitting on a chair inside a meeting room at the DEO; Maggie had led her there. The young Luthor was trying to regain her breath as she sipped water from a plastic cup that Kara had brought her. The Kryptonian, a few feet away, observed her.

“I’m really sorry, Lena, I shouldn’t have been there. I should’ve talked to Alex…I just made things worse, it’s my fault that she ended up knowing what…What happened between us,” she added, embarrassed.

“It doesn’t matter now, Kara,” Lena assured her while looking at the floor, “I would have told her anyway; I don’t want to keep anything from her.”

“Is she always like that? When you visit her, I mean,” Kara asked in a soft voice. Lena smiled sadly.

“More or less. However, seeing you with me today made her worse,” she admitted.

“Why do you keep coming here if you know she’s going to treat you like that?” Kara asked.

“I don’t want her to think that she doesn’t matter to me anymore,” Lena explained, “I don’t want her to feel like she’s been left behind…It’s her biggest fear, you know?”

“I understand perfectly. It’s my biggest fear as well,” Kara confessed while she curved her lips slightly, “I admire you, Lena. Even though she doesn’t seem to appreciate your visits much, you don’t abandon her.”

“You would do the same for someone that mattered to you. I know that,” they exchanged smiles.

“I would.”

Kara averted her blue eyes from her and entertained herself looking at the room for a while. Lena was thankful for her concession; she took a deep breath and took another sip from the cup. There was silence for a few minutes until the young Luthor, now more relaxed, finally broke it, making Kara turn to face her.

“She was so gentle before, so sweet…So much like you,” Lena smiled at her, then averted her eyes and looked at nowhere in particular, “The day Alex and her team finally caught her at my apartment, Kara had left Maggie badly wounded and she was about to rape me…If the DEO hadn’t made it on time, we both would be dead by now.”

“Oh Rao…” Kara was horrified by what she had just heard.

FLASHBACK
Kara insisted on having sex with her without the bracelets. The young Luthor had avoided that on already three occasions, but there wouldn’t be a fourth: the way her girlfriend was looking at her left that perfectly clear. It was like if she had suddenly lost her empathy, as if she didn’t care about the suffering of others, as if she wasn’t her girlfriend anymore.

“Please, Kara, stop…”

“Why stop now?” Kara insisted while a sadistic smile played on her lips, “I have every right to experience it without repressing myself, just like you do.”

The Kryptonian had her trapped between the wall and her own body. Under any other circumstance, that would have seemed like an arousing situation to her. On that day, it was a terrifying nightmare that she couldn’t escape from.

“I want to know how it feels…” Kara said as she carelessly pawed her girlfriend’s thigh. Lena complained in pain.

“Stop, you’re hurting me.”

Her hands went to the Kryptonian’s in an effort to push it aside, but that only infuriated her.

“You used to love it when I touched you,” she growled while she took her wrists and held them tightly over her head to the wall.

“Kara, please…” Lena’s green eyes were beginning to get watery, “Don’t do this to me…”

A shudder of panic passed through her body when she felt Kara’s hand on her thigh once more, slowly ascending towards her sex. Then, a gunshot was heard from the hall.

“Lena! Are you all right?” Maggie yelled.

“Welcome, detective Sawyer!” Kara greeted her from the main bedroom. Immediately, Maggie was before the door.

“Did my sister send you as the advance party?” the Kryptonian mocked her.

“Let Lena go,” she ordered, aiming at her with her gun the moment she had her within sight.

Kara remarked that what she was holding wasn’t an ordinary gun: the bullets contained on its magazine where made of kryptonite. Luckily for her, they wouldn’t have any effect on her body as long as she wasn’t hit. Something that she wasn’t about to let happen.

“So full of yourself, aren’t you, Sawyer?” Kara asked, freeing Lena from her grip, “You just interrupted a couple that was enjoying a bit of intimacy.”

“Lena, come with me,” the detective invited, “She won’t stop you: she knows my gun can kill her.”

The young Luthor moved with difficulty; her body was still stiff with fear. However, before she could get behind Maggie, Kara disappeared from her sight. In scarcely two seconds, Maggie found herself, her back on the floor and disarmed, while Kara levitated over her sporting a malignant smile.

“You should have waited for my sister.”

Thus said, she suddenly descended over the detective’s leg, breaking it in several points and causing pain so tremendous that made her howl agonizingly.

“Maggie!” Lena cried when she saw her writhing on the floor in pain.

“Don’t you worry: the pain will disappear in just a moment. Because I’m going to kill her,” Kara assured while lifting her arm.

“No, please, don’t! Don’t do it!” Lena begged her.

“Why not?” Kara asked, “She’s just a nuisance,” she lifted her arm again.

“I beg you, please don’t kill her...! I’ll do everything you want, but please don’t kill her!” Lena yelled.

The Kryptonian looked at her with satisfaction.

“Now, I think that is much more amusing than killing this insignificant human.”

She walked to Lena, took her by her left wrist and pulled without consideration for her, twisting it. Lena gritted her teeth to keep herself from vocalizing her pain, for fear of making her girlfriend focus her attention on Maggie once more.

TO BE CONTINUED