Chapter 70: Chapter 69
Jennifer seemed to have suddenly entered "sage mode," leaving Kara surprised. Isn't sage mode something usually attributed to men?
Regardless, it was as though Jennifer had found clarity, or perhaps Kara had just been underestimating her all along. After all, Jennifer wasn't just any woman—she was a mature, intelligent, and sophisticated person in her own right.
Kara finally bid Jennifer farewell. She really had to head back to Metropolis. If she delayed any longer, Perry White would probably lose it. She had only submitted one article for the latest issue, and her readers were already clamoring for updates. Stopping now? What a joke.
Before returning, Kara had to drop off the Lamborghini she had borrowed that morning from Bruce Wayne. When Bruce picked them up the previous night, they used his car. Since there had been only one vehicle, she had to drive it home after dropping Jennifer off, making the morning quite hectic.
Kara sighed, half-wishing she could just turn into Supergirl and fly back to Metropolis. But alas, that wasn't an option at the moment.
Upon arriving at Wayne Manor, she was greeted by a sight that made her smirk: Bruce, still in his pajamas, wandering around the living room.
"You're just waking up?" Kara teased, watching Bruce, who looked every bit like the reclusive billionaire playboy he pretended to be.
Bruce shrugged, unbothered. "It's my house," he replied nonchalantly.
"How's Jennifer?" he asked, trying to sound casual.
Kara gave him a side-eye, clearly amused. Jennifer had been quietly in love with Bruce for over a decade, and now that he was finally paying her attention, Jennifer seemed to have moved on.
"Forget about her," Kara said suddenly, though she had been defending Jennifer just the night before. "She's let it go."
Bruce blinked, taken aback. "What? She just... moved on? After everything? But hasn't she always liked me?"
How did this even happen? Wasn't it supposed to be the other way around, where a man is irresponsible and abandons a woman? Why did it feel like he had been the one left behind?
Kara chuckled under her breath. "Come on, Bruce, you know what this is about. Jennifer saw the way you look at Rachel."
That was it. Jennifer, having observed Bruce's feelings for Rachel, had made her peace and moved on.
"Well, forget it," Kara continued. "Focus on your Miss Rachel." Then she added cheekily, "By the way, suit up, we need photos."
Bruce raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, I promised Perry a set of pictures, either from your interview or of Batman. And since you're the only superhero Gotham has at the moment, well..."
In the modern world, Batman was unique. Kara had seen incredible beings during her travels—Arthur, who would one day be known as Aquaman, and Diana, who was secretly Wonder Woman—but they hadn't yet come into the public eye. As for Clark? He still wasn't ready to reveal himself.
That left Batman as the lone caped crusader dominating the headlines.
Bruce groaned but relented. Under Kara's relentless persuasion, he led her to his study, where a secret passage opened up after he played a series of specific notes on the piano. The Batcave was revealed behind it, dark and full of high-tech equipment.
To Kara's surprise, there was a second suit—one designed specifically for her. It was sleeker and more fitting than the hastily repurposed suit she had worn previously.
Alfred, who had already arrived in the cave, was busy finishing the final touches on Kara's suit. Instead of the traditional black of Batman's attire, Kara's suit was silver-gray—a shade that paid homage to the pendant Jennifer had left, which featured two bats: one black, one silver-white.
The new suit was elegant yet practical, not as camouflaged as Bruce's, but subtle enough for night missions.
Kara chuckled, suddenly finding herself wondering if she and Bruce were truly destined to be partners in crime (or rather, fighting crime).
"I've even got the perfect headline," Kara said, grinning. "'Oracle and Batman: A New Era.'"
Bruce, already in his own suit, couldn't help but laugh at her enthusiasm. "Are you going to help me?" he asked, referring to Gotham's crime-fighting.
Kara shot him a look. "As long as it doesn't involve killing people."
"Forget it," Bruce said, shaking his head. He was firm on that point.
Kara rolled her eyes. "Then don't ask me again. Didn't I say as much last night?"
Without waiting for a response, she slipped into her new suit. It fit like a glove, and she admired how Alfred had completed it so quickly.
"Come on, let's get this done. I've got to be back in Metropolis by tonight," Kara said, looking at Bruce, who was still standing there, lost in thought.
They posed for several photos, Alfred snapping away as Kara and Bruce acted out various scenes. Some shots were of them training together, others were more relaxed, with the two sitting on the Batmobile as if taking a break from a long night of crime-fighting.
At one point, Kara noticed Bruce was working on something else for her—a Batmobile of her own. It was still in development, but it seemed to have a modular design. If the four-wheeled vehicle got damaged, it could transform into a two-wheeler on the fly.
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