With Kara's all-out efforts—or not-so-all-out help—Bruce finally succeeded in stopping Ra's al Ghul's ambitious plan to destroy Gotham City.
However, in the aftermath of Kara killing Ra's, Bruce realized that her methods might have gone too far.
This realization led to a fierce argument between the two, like a heated debate between two children and two great philosophers.
In the end, neither could convince the other.
During their argument, they became so engrossed that they overlooked a critical issue: they hadn't stopped the train. The train was still hurtling toward Wayne Tower at full speed.
They also forgot that when they first arrived on the Narrows, they had assigned Gordon a crucial task: to use the Batmobile to destroy a section of the monorail in case they failed to stop Ra's. At least it would delay him, and if they were lucky, it might destroy the dangerous machine entirely.
But they never contacted Gordon.
"You forgot something that important?" Kara looked at Bruce incredulously. "Are you sure you're the 'World's Greatest Detective'? Or is this just some kind of beginner's luck?"
Bruce wasn't about to let her have the last word. "And didn't you just walk past the console? Why didn't you stop the train?"
Kara scoffed, her irritation bubbling over. "Do you think I have a train operator's license? The best I've got is a driver's license, thank you very much!"
"Fine, now's not the time for this. I'll call Gordon," Bruce said, pulling out his phone. "And stop using my name."
"You started it."
As they bickered like children, the inevitable happened: a loud explosion sounded ahead of the train.
Bruce and Kara exchanged a glance. They were out of time.
The viaduct had been destroyed. A massive section of track collapsed entirely.
Bruce's phone rang.
It was Alfred. His voice was tinged with concern as he asked, "Master Wayne, please tell me you're not on that train."
"Afraid so, Alfred," Bruce replied grimly.
"And I'm here too, Alfred," Kara chimed in, unwilling to be left out. "Don't just worry about him."
"It's fine, Alfred," Bruce reassured him. "We'll handle it." He nodded at Kara. "We have to jump."
Activating the glider function of their suits, they prepared to leap off the train before it plunged into the collapsed bridge.
Moments before the train reached the gap, they shattered the nearby glass and jumped.
With their capes transforming into glider wings, the two soared over Gotham's skyline, heading toward the Batcave.
Their fight was over, and the next task was to neutralize the remaining toxin. After that, the Gotham City Police Department would handle the cleanup.
Batman could now fade into the shadows.
The gliding suits proved their worth, allowing Bruce and Kara to traverse half the city effortlessly and land safely near Wayne Manor.
As they approached the ruined manor, Kara couldn't help but quip, "If I'd known your house was going to burn down, I would've grabbed a few artifacts. What a waste."
Bruce shot her a sidelong glance, his silence speaking volumes.
Did she think he wanted this?
Back at the Batcave, Alfred sighed in relief as the pair arrived safely.
"Thank heavens you're both all right," Alfred said, his usual composure tinged with genuine emotion.
Kara removed her helmet, shaking out her long golden hair, which gleamed like sunlight even in the dim light of the Batcave.
Alfred, impressed by her contribution, suggested, "Miss Kara, given your invaluable assistance, Master Wayne was considering inviting you to stay for a few days."
Bruce, still removing his gear, looked at Alfred in disbelief. When had he said that?
Kara smirked, quickly catching on to Alfred's intentions.
"Nice try, Alfred," she said, shaking her head. "I think you're matchmaking, but it's not going to work."
Bruce bristled but didn't comment.
"I'll pass," Kara added. "Maybe after you rebuild the manor. Right now, I've got my own responsibilities."
Before leaving, Kara's gaze landed on a prototype motorcycle in the corner of the Batcave. Sleek and powerful, it immediately caught her interest.
"Mind if I take this for a spin?" she asked.
Bruce frowned. "It's still in development. I'm not letting you take an untested vehicle out. I don't want to hear about you crashing it."
"Ugh, fine. You're no fun," Kara muttered. "But don't think I'll forget this."
She gave Alfred a wink before turning to leave. "Take care, Alfred. And Bruce—don't forget to call Gordon next time."
With that, she disappeared into the night.
In the end, Alfred drove Kara back in Bruce's private jet.
Kara had been speculating whether this plane might be a fighter jet, part of Batman's arsenal.
Or maybe not.
This was just a regular small private plane. After Wayne Manor burned down, when Bruce decided to ask Kara for help, Alfred had urgently arranged for it.
To facilitate takeoffs and landings on the estate, it was actually a helicopter.
The advantage of a helicopter is that it can take off and land vertically without needing a runway.
Before Kara returned home, Alfred even tried to persuade her to take a bath, remarking that after fighting all night, she might feel uncomfortable.
Kara felt helpless. It seemed Alfred was determined to push her into becoming the mistress of the Wayne family.
No, thank you. She wasn't interested.
Besides, she hadn't brought a swimsuit, and with the current state of Wayne Manor, the only place to bathe would likely be the pool behind the Batcave.
Alfred, what are you plotting?
The old butler was clearly doing everything he could to ensure his young master settled down and provided him with grandchildren someday.
Though Alfred was technically Bruce's butler, he had raised Bruce from a young age and saw him as his own child.
Since Alfred himself had no family, no wife, or children, Bruce became his entire focus.
Still, Bruce wasn't Kara's type.
When Alfred dropped Kara off at her family farm, she found her family still awake, anxiously waiting for her return.
After bidding Alfred farewell, Kara entered the living room with her parents and younger brother, Clark. She noticed they were watching the news on TV.
The sudden events in Gotham City had been making headlines, and news outlets had been covering them extensively.
But Gotham reporters, wary of the danger, stayed at a distance while reporting the fog-filled scenes.
As was often the case with superhero incidents, the media was swift in broadcasting updates.
Kara even appeared on the screen.
The headline read: "Mysterious Oracle Emerges in Gotham! What's Her Connection to Batman?"
The whole family turned to look at Kara.
Although Kara didn't want to admit it, she had revealed early on that she was going to help Batman. Now, she could only shrug.
"It's me," she admitted.
She decided to come clean with her family. After all, her Kryptonian heritage was her biggest secret—this was nothing in comparison.
But her family still looked at her with curious and suspicious expressions.
Kara was confused. Didn't she just confess? Why were they still staring at her like that?
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Kara asked, thinking they were worried about her strength being exposed. She added, "Don't worry. I didn't use anything too unbelievable."
"Kara, who is Batman?" Martha asked curiously.
"He's... uh..."
"Your boyfriend?"
"Pfft."
Kara nearly spat out blood. Who even said that?
Martha and Jonathan looked at her expectantly, and even Clark seemed intrigued.
Was this what they were hoping for?
"No!" Kara immediately denied it with all her might. She was beginning to understand why Bruce always seemed so exasperated when Alfred pressured him about marriage.
When elders start pushing for marriage, it's truly terrifying.
Frustrated, Kara stormed out to the yard, pulled out her phone, and called Perry White.
Even though she had hung up on Perry multiple times earlier, he answered her call instantly.
"What? Tired of being at home already? Thinking of coming back to work tomorrow?" Perry teased, yawning. "By the way, did you see the news? Big stuff happening in Gotham."
As a media veteran, Perry had clearly been staying up all night following the Gotham story.
Kara gritted her teeth. "No way. I'm not done resting yet, and you can't take back your promise."
After a pause, she added, "By the way, I've got a scoop about Bruce Wayne for you."
"You can report that the billionaire was drunk, burned down his own manor, and destroyed the old mansion. Let someone else write the details, but make sure my name is on it, or he'll deny it completely."
Kara was still upset with Bruce. What started as a joke was now becoming reality.
When Bruce eventually saw the news, he couldn't help but laugh. Still, he didn't mind. It was better than Kara revealing the truth about the League of Shadows.
The next day, Gotham City returned to a semblance of peace. With full support from Wayne Enterprises, the city's water supply was purified.
Fortunately, the toxins weren't harmful unless aerosolized, and as the gas decomposed naturally in the air, Gotham slowly stabilized.
Though the city suffered significant losses, they were minimized compared to what could have happened.
Wayne Enterprises took on much of the compensation and reconstruction efforts, easing the Mayor's burden significantly.
Later, to avoid Perry pestering her, Kara insisted that Bruce fulfill his promise of giving her an exclusive interview as Batman.
But Bruce, ever the cunning strategist, only sent a few photos instead.
Despite promising a full interview, he cleverly sidestepped by providing pictures.
Kara fumed, realizing she'd been tricked. If she'd known, she would've taken that Batman suit home herself.
Completely duped.
Still, Perry was thrilled with the photos, praising Kara's contribution and even promising her a bonus.
Kara blinked in disbelief. Really? That was all it took?
She began to consider keeping the Batman suit for herself. It would make for great material whenever she lacked inspiration for her columns.
If Perry ever learned her true intentions, he'd probably lose his mind.
Meanwhile, Gotham City had its fair share of ongoing drama, both major and minor.
For instance, after Bruce reclaimed Wayne Enterprises by purchasing shares under various aliases, rumors of a company sell-off were squashed.
One night, Commissioner Gordon summoned Batman with the Bat-Signal, prompting Bruce to suit up again.
Bruce thought Gotham had finally achieved peace and he could rest.
But Gordon handed him a playing card, hinting at a new threat: the Joker.
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