Unknowingly, a year had passed since Kara started working at the Daily Planet.
In total, it had been four years since she began her journey circling the globe.
This past year had been relatively calm and uneventful. While the Daily Planet often reported on Superman's deeds, the newspaper had its own distinct columns and news sources that drew in readers. Among these, Kara's column had gradually become one of the publication's biggest selling points.
Her work had garnered a devoted fanbase, with some even camping outside the Daily Planet offices, eagerly hoping she would write more. Her vivid portrayals of the world's beauty were utterly captivating.
In one column, she described sitting atop the Arctic glaciers, capturing the heartwarming sight of a mother polar bear guiding her cubs in search of food beneath the dazzling northern lights. She included breathtaking photos of the auroras and a particularly endearing shot of the polar bear family.
That piece alone sparked a surge of interest in viewing the northern lights. However, since traveling to the North Pole was both dangerous and costly, Kara thoughtfully listed safer alternatives for her readers.
Another memorable article detailed her ascent of Mount Everest, the world's highest peak. She vividly described the snow-covered slopes and the surreal sensation of touching the clouds at its summit. Her candid reflections and stunning photographs captivated readers, inspiring awe and admiration.
For Kara, this year had been fulfilling to the point that she almost forgot about her other identity. Immersed in her work, she thrived as a writer, earning recognition and royalties. She was soon set to officially sign a contract with the Daily Planet, marking another milestone in her career.
Amidst her professional success, Kara ensured she took one day off each week. Sometimes, she would visit Smallville to spend time with her adoptive parents, mindful that Clark's departure for university might leave them feeling lonely.
Other times, she spent her day off at her apartment, resting or catching up with her closest friends, Dani and Jennifer. Their bond had strengthened over the year, and they often met for drinks or simply to unwind. Kara also noticed both women had become more adept at self-defense, minimizing the need for her to intervene when they faced unwelcome advances during nights out.
Clark's acceptance into Metropolis University brought another wave of excitement. Kara eagerly anticipated his arrival, even considering having him stay at her apartment rather than the dorms.
However, one day, an unexpected piece of news disrupted her peaceful rhythm: Bruce Wayne, who had been missing for seven years and was presumed dead, announced his return.
The news dominated the headlines across Metropolis, and by afternoon, it was featured prominently in the Daily Planet.
For Kara, however, it wasn't a surprise. Bruce had called her the previous night, casually informing her of his plans. Her response was a succinct, "You're insane," before ending the call.
She thought little of it afterward, dismissing the announcement as irrelevant to her life. They were merely acquaintances, exchanging occasional calls and messages, not close enough to warrant congratulations.
But that same day, as Kara was about to leave work, the new editor-in-chief, Perry White, called her into his office.
Over the past year, Perry had risen to prominence within the paper, eventually becoming editor-in-chief after his predecessor retired. While Kara initially doubted his qualifications, she later learned of his significant contributions, including discovering talented journalists and fostering the paper's growth.
"Take a seat," Perry said, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk. Kara rolled her eyes as she plopped down, already suspecting the purpose of the meeting.
"How's next week's column coming along?" Perry asked with a grin. "I'd love a sneak peek—I'm a big fan of your work, you know."
Kara gave him a wry smile. "I just submitted this week's article yesterday, and now you want next week's? Do you think I write articles every day?"
She narrowed her eyes, adjusting her glasses as she leaned forward. "Let's cut to the chase, Perry. What do you really want?"
Perry sighed, realizing there was no point in beating around the bush. "Alright, fine. Bruce Wayne's return is the talk of the town, and I want the Daily Planet to have an exclusive interview. Since you've known him since college, I thought you'd be the perfect candidate."
Kara groaned, leaning back in her chair. "You want me to go to Gotham? Absolutely not. That place is a nightmare."
Perry leaned forward, his expression pleading. "Come on, Kara. You're the only one he might actually talk to. This could be huge for the paper—and for you."
But Kara was unwavering. "I'm not going to Gotham, Perry. Find someone else."
Metropolis is very close to Gotham City. In fact, crossing a bridge in Metropolis and then a short stretch of highway will bring you to Gotham City.
Between the two cities lies a large lake or an inland sea, forming a natural divide.
At the moment, Kara was driving a sedan, crossing that very bridge on her way to Gotham City.
After all, she had been tricked by Perry White into interviewing Bruce Wayne.
"That sneaky editor," Kara muttered under her breath, clenching the steering wheel.
Perry had bribed her with an irresistible offer: one month of paid vacation. The catch? Kara had to prepare four columns in advance to secure the deal.
The prospect of a vacation was too tempting to pass up. Kara imagined spending time with her family, finally relaxing, and helping Clark prepare for college.
Luckily for her, the work was already done. She had completed all the manuscripts, much to Perry's dismay.
Now, she was en route to Gotham City, a task she still considered an inconvenience.
The distance between the two cities wasn't far, but getting to Wayne Manor was another matter. Kara called Bruce from the bridge to confirm his location. He had just returned home and was currently at Wayne Manor, sleeping in.
Wayne Manor was situated outside Gotham City proper, a sprawling estate that required her to traverse half the city.
"Such a hassle," Kara muttered, annoyed but resigned. She briefly wished her car could fly.
Obeying traffic laws, she finally reached the gates of Wayne Manor by noon.
Wayne Manor was massive, with thousands of square meters of lawns and gardens surrounding a castle-like structure. Its grandiose design resembled something out of medieval Europe, a reflection of the Wayne family's long-standing wealth and influence.
Parking her car near the front steps, Kara was greeted by an elderly but dignified man.
"Good afternoon, Miss Kara," the gentleman said with a slight bow. "I am Alfred Pennyworth, the butler of this manor. Please feel free to call me Alfred."
Kara glanced at the man as she got out of the car. "Or can I call you Alfie?"
Alfred smiled politely, though there was a trace of a wry expression. Kara and Bruce were around the same age, and Alfred's years of loyalty to the Wayne family made him feel protective of Bruce.
Kara shrugged. "The name Alfred is a bit too formal. Alfie feels more fitting. What do you think?"
Without addressing the nickname further, Alfred gestured for Kara to follow. "Master Wayne is waiting for you in the living room. Please, this way."
Kara nodded and followed Alfred into the mansion, walking up a grand staircase and down a long corridor.
The interior was just as extravagant as the exterior, filled with artifacts and decorations that oozed history and wealth. But Kara didn't bother with any of it.
When they reached the living room, she found Bruce lounging on a couch by the window. Despite it being noon, he was still in pajamas, a glass of wine lazily held in one hand.
Kara raised an eyebrow and turned to Alfred. "Is this what you allow him to get away with?"
Alfred gave a small shrug. "While I don't approve of Master Wayne's current state, he is, after all, the young master. My advice can only go so far."
Bruce smirked. "Alfred, you're talking too much."
The duo's playful banter made Kara chuckle as she set her shoulder bag down on a nearby chair.
She pulled out her camera, immediately snapping a photo of Bruce without warning.
Caught off guard, Bruce raised his arm to shield his face. "Hold on! You're not planning to use that photo for the cover, are you?"
Alfred, about to leave to prepare tea, paused. "Miss Kara, regardless, Master Wayne is still the heir to the Wayne family and Wayne Enterprises. Some decorum might be wise."
Kara waved her camera mischievously. "Then maybe he should go change into something presentable."
Bruce groaned but complied. He knew Kara wasn't going to let it go.
After a shower and a change of clothes, Bruce returned, looking every bit the polished heir of Wayne Enterprises. The contrast was striking, his formal attire transforming him into a sharp, confident figure.
Alfred returned with a pot of tea, setting it down before quietly excusing himself to give the pair some privacy.
Now seated across from Bruce, Kara smiled slyly. "See? Much better. Shall we begin?"
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