Chapter 94: Chapter 94 (edited)
The sudden explosion caught everyone by surprise.
The blast was so powerful that all the glass on the first floor of the police station shattered, scattering shards everywhere. Outside, the officers and civilians instinctively dropped to the ground, some lying flat to shield themselves from the shockwave.
Kara stood firm amidst the chaos, her back to the police station. Her cape fluttered in the aftermath, the image of a resolute figure undisturbed by the chaos around her. She turned her head slightly, a faint smile playing on her lips.
The Joker's plan hadn't eluded her foresight. Thanks to her enhanced precognition, Kara had already seen the unfolding events.
"This ends here," she said softly, stepping into the smoking ruins of the police station.
Despite the residual danger in the air, Kara moved with calm determination, heading straight for the holding cells in the basement. The temporary lockup housed recent detainees awaiting trial or further interrogation. However, when she arrived, it became evident that Joker had escaped, taking Xiao Liu with him.
Joker's intent was clear. He wasn't "rescuing" Xiao Liu; he was using him as leverage—or worse, bait for a larger scheme involving Gotham's criminal underworld.
As Kara surveyed the scene, she noticed a police officer preparing a vehicle for Joker's escape.
"That's our witness you're taking," Kara called out, her voice sharp and unwavering.
Joker turned at her voice, his expression split between amusement and irritation. Without hesitation, he pulled a pistol from the undercover officer beside him and fired three shots at Kara.
The bullets never reached her.
Suspended mid-air, the bullets hovered in front of Kara, halted by her psychokinesis. Joker's amused smirk faltered, giving way to an expression of surprise. Kara's gaze remained fixed on him as she casually redirected the bullets, sending them into the undercover officer behind Joker.
The man collapsed, incapacitated instantly. Unlike Kara, he lacked the resilience to withstand such force.
"I could have ignored your attack entirely," Kara said, her tone measured. "But this way, I make my point."
The move served dual purposes: disarming Joker and subtly showcasing her psychokinetic abilities. She needed a plausible explanation for her earlier feats of flight and strength, avoiding any hints about her extraterrestrial origins.
Turning her attention back to Joker, Kara encased him in a transparent psychokinetic shield. Trapped, he could do little more than glare at her.
Xiao Liu, who had been held hostage, was pulled safely toward Kara with her psychokinesis.
"Are you an idiot?" Kara asked bluntly, flicking Xiao Liu on the forehead hard enough to make him flinch. "If you'd let him take you, you'd be dead within the hour. Do you understand that? Dead. Your only chance at survival is to help us take down the people you betrayed. Otherwise, your days are numbered."
Xiao Liu stammered, "I was forced—he had a gun—"
Kara silenced him with a glare before turning back to Joker, who sat silently in his psychic prison, watching her with unsettling amusement.
By the time the other officers arrived, the scene was under control. Bruce was among them, taking in the aftermath with a mix of astonishment and skepticism.
"What… is that?" Bruce asked, gesturing to the shimmering barrier containing Joker.
"A super ability," Kara replied curtly, releasing the shield and allowing the officers to restrain Joker properly.
"But—"
"No buts," Kara interrupted, her tone final.
She turned to Commissioner Gordon. "You need to root out any remaining undercover agents in your force. If they think they can play both sides, let them know this: the bosses they're loyal to are going down, and anyone caught in the crossfire will share their fate."
The undercover agents weren't Joker's doing. They were remnants of Gotham's old crime families, a lingering vestige of Carmine Falcone's network. Dealing with them was a task Kara had no interest in taking on herself. Her focus was the Joker.
He was dangerous not just because of his unpredictability but because he could exploit the worst aspects of human nature. He was a threat not just to Gotham but to everyone Kara cared about.
As the officers led Joker away, Kara watched him closely. Despite his disheveled appearance and bound hands, he carried himself with unsettling calm.
For all her powers and foresight, Kara knew she'd only narrowly outmaneuvered him. His chaos, his mastery of psychological warfare, made him one of the most formidable opponents she'd ever faced.
Outside the station, Kara sank onto the steps, exhaustion and frustration weighing heavily on her.
She pulled her cape around her shoulders, letting out a weary sigh. The Joker was human—fragile, mortal—yet he'd forced her to use her full strength to stop him.
If she hadn't had her powers, what then? Would Gotham have lost? Would she?
Bruce approached, standing silently beside her.
"Got a cigarette?" Kara asked suddenly.
"I don't smoke," Bruce replied, his tone dry.
Harvey appeared moments later, handing her one.
With a snap of her fingers, Kara lit the cigarette using a small flame conjured at her fingertips. She inhaled deeply, exhaling a cloud of smoke.
"I'm done," Kara said abruptly, the words hanging in the air. "I'm not doing this anymore."
Bruce looked at her sharply, but she didn't elaborate. She simply stared out into the Gotham night, the faint glow of the city lights reflecting in her eyes.
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