Chapter 38: Chapter 38 (edited)
Kara was already a badass.
In short, under her intimidating gaze, Jonathan didn't know what to do for a while.
"You said Atlantis was real? Seriously?" Jonathan seemed deeply concerned about the existence of the mythical kingdom.
Kara shrugged and suddenly leaped into the air, raising her hand.
In the next second, a baseball landed perfectly in her hand.
Jonathan's eyelid twitched at the sight. Had this kid just thrown a baseball around the earth?
Leaving aside the fact that the baseball remained intact after such a high-speed journey, how much strength would it take to achieve that?
More than a lot.
"You threw the ball just so the dog could fetch it?" Jonathan looked at Kara, dumbfounded. "Are you serious?"
Even the dog gaped, staring at Kara in disbelief.
"Are you kidding me?"
Kara landed lightly on the ground, waved the ball at the dog, and prepared to throw it again.
Jonathan couldn't help but remind her, "Maybe decide first if you're playing with the dog or yourself."
Kara tilted her head playfully. "Dad, since when did you learn to be so snarky?"
She tossed the ball again, this time into a field nearby, where the puppy eagerly ran after it. Then she turned back, hopped onto the pickup truck, and relaxed.
Jonathan put his arm around Kara's shoulder with a sigh. "When did you grow up like this? I still remember the first time you and Clark came home."
At the time, Kara had been distrustful, guarded, and even hostile toward him and Martha.
It had taken months for them to gain her trust enough that she let them take care of Clark day and night.
It was even longer before Kara herself was willing to call them "Mom" and "Dad."
Without them realizing it, time had flown by. Kara had grown up, and in just a few years, she would be thirty.
If she were more traditional, Martha would have been thrilled to arrange blind dates for her, hoping she'd settle down early, find a husband, and have a few kids.
They had even mentioned it a few times, but Kara had always been adamant about her disinterest.
She once outright told them not to bother. If they wanted grandchildren, they could push Clark to find a girlfriend instead.
Poor Clark got caught in the crossfire.
Clark, for his part, was also growing up, and in the coming year, he would have to decide whether to attend college or start working after high school.
If it was the latter, maybe he'd settle down earlier, but that wasn't Kara's concern.
"Dad, focus on teaching Clark to bring home a girl. Who do you plan to leave the farm to otherwise? Me? I don't want it," Kara teased.
Jonathan frowned, annoyed. He wasn't dead yet, nor had he planned to pass the farm on to her.
"Get some rest, and stop worrying about Clark," Jonathan grumbled, unable to continue the conversation. He left in exasperation, muttering to himself.
Kara smiled, unfazed. She glanced at the dog, who had just retrieved the ball and brought it back to her. She smirked and used her telekinesis to lift the baseball into the air.
Without even touching it, the baseball shot upward, soaring into the sky until it disappeared from sight.
The dog stared at Kara with a mixture of betrayal and resignation before getting up and walking away. It wasn't going to play with her anymore.
Jonathan couldn't accompany Kara when she left for the city, so she had to take the train.
With Clark's help, the siblings arrived in Metropolis together.
As they stepped off the train, Kara walked ahead. She wore a crisp professional suit and glasses, carrying a suitcase full of clothes. Despite its size, she handled it effortlessly, as if it were empty.
Clark, however, wasn't as lucky. Despite Kara sparing him the burden of kitchenware, their parents had insisted on sending her off with a TV.
Kara had protested, pointing out that Metropolis had plenty of options, likely cheaper than their hometown. But Jonathan and Martha were firm, so the TV came along.
Now Clark carried the TV in one hand and a bulky package containing Kara's new bedding in the other.
Kara, unbothered, found the sight amusing.
"Why do you have a little brother?" Kara teased herself internally.
Answer: To carry stuff.
For them, of course, it wasn't heavy, just inconvenient.
As they made their way out, Kara noticed a news broadcast on a wall-mounted TV. It was about the tornado from the day before.
However, since there had been no footage of the incident, the anchors were simply discussing the event with no mention of Kara's involvement.
Kara wasn't surprised. She assumed higher authorities had suppressed the information, possibly connected to Dani's department.
Such secrecy was understandable. News about aliens or potential threats from space could easily cause mass panic.
Better to let only a few people know than to spread unnecessary fear.
Kara glanced at Clark with a smug look.
Clark read her expression and mouthed silently, "Dad's overreacting."
Kara snorted in amusement.
Clark shook his head, exasperated. "Just try to stay low-key for now, okay?"
"Sure thing, Clark. And hey, whose sibling is more awesome? Me or you?" Kara quipped with a wink.
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