章 67: Chapter 67 (edited)
Borrowing the super ingredients stored by the Wayne family, Kara prepared a sumptuous dinner by herself.
She wasn't afraid of waste at all, even using Wagyu beef to make brisket and persimmon soup.
Even Bruce shook his head in disapproval. Alfred commented that if she ever became the mistress of the Wayne family, the family's fortune might not last long.
After a belated dinner, Kara and Jennifer were invited to stay overnight. The Wayne Manor had plenty of space for guests.
Late at night, Kara was awakened by some unknown noises. Trying to ignore them, she got up, donning the silk nightgown Alfred had prepared for her, and wandered out to the hall.
Alfred had thoughtfully set out a variety of beverages on the table, including water and a bottle of red wine.
Kara glanced at the options and eventually chose a glass of water. Taking it with her, she moved to the floor-to-ceiling windows, pulling over a sofa to sit and admire the beautiful night view.
Her thoughts were filled with happiness for her friend Jennifer but also concern. Gotham City was far from achieving peace, and Kara knew the darkest hours always came before the dawn.
Jennifer didn't seem to understand how dangerous this time of night could be.
Then, soft footsteps echoed behind her.
Kara took a sip of her water and, without turning around, remarked, "I think it's about time you checked in with yourself."
Bruce, standing behind her, looked slightly embarrassed. He muttered, "I didn't expect her to be so..." but trailed off, unsure of what to say next.
"My Jennifer is a rare kind of person," Kara said suddenly, turning to face him. "She's pure-hearted, and the only person she's ever loved is you. You're definitely her first love. Don't disappoint her."
Bruce hesitated, then picked up a glass and poured himself some wine.
"I don't know..." Bruce began awkwardly after taking a sip of the drink.
Kara sneered. "Of course, you don't know. Back then, you were consumed by hatred and grief. You ignored everything else around you. And let's not forget Rachel—she was the one you loved, wasn't she?"
Bruce's discomfort grew under Kara's gaze. Hoping to shift the topic, he said, "Actually, Gordon recently brought some news about a mysterious—"
"It's better if you don't tell me," Kara interrupted impatiently. She stood up, placing her empty glass on the table. "And don't forget, Bruce, you and I are walking in opposite directions now. I won't help you anymore. You're on your own. Don't ever expect me to stand by and let you watch me take down those criminals again."
Bruce remained silent, the tension between them palpable.
They had clashed before regarding how to deal with Ra's al Ghul.
Both shared the same goal of combating crime, but their methods and philosophies were completely different.
Kara firmly believed in using force to eliminate threats permanently, advocating for rooting out evil at its core to prevent future harm.
Bruce, on the other hand, was committed to the principle that they had no right to act as judge, jury, or executioner. He believed in due process and the rule of law, no matter how flawed.
At that moment, Jennifer lay in Bruce's bed, blissfully unaware of the growing distance between her best friend and her love interest.
While Kara had subtly pushed for their relationship to grow, she remained deeply worried about Jennifer getting hurt.
Kara admired Bruce's moral principles but simultaneously despised his unwillingness to act decisively. It was a paradox that made cooperation between them impossible.
Turning away, Kara moved to leave the room, her steps as graceful as ever.
"By the way," she said abruptly, turning back toward Bruce. "Before I head back to Metropolis tomorrow, you'll need to take a few photos of me. I missed work for this little adventure, and I need something to explain why."
Bruce sighed, feeling utterly defeated.
Kara disappeared back into her room, hoping for a full night's rest. But early the next morning, she was rudely awakened.
Jennifer, already fully dressed, was sitting on the edge of her bed.
"Even if you're the new lady of Wayne Manor, this isn't how you're supposed to treat guests," Kara grumbled, rolling her eyes.
Jennifer blushed, clearly flustered, but didn't let Kara's teasing deter her.
"Let's go. We need to get back," Jennifer said, her voice hurried. "I'm supposed to start work tomorrow, and I still have to review the case files. My first trial is for someone from the Falcone family."
Jennifer's words tumbled out in a stream, her focus entirely on her work.
Kara blinked, looking at her friend in surprise.
Jennifer shot her an amused look. "What? You really thought I came here to lounge around? I'm here to work, Kara—not to become the mistress of Wayne Manor."
Her tone turned playful. "Besides, as you and Clark were so worried about, this thing with Bruce is over. It feels good to move on."
Kara laughed despite herself. "You let it go? Just like that?"
Jennifer shrugged. "I didn't want to be called an old spinster by Clark. And honestly? Falling for a 'god among men' isn't all it's cracked up to be."
Kara shook her head, bemused by this new, pragmatic side of Jennifer.
"Well," Jennifer added with a grin, "at least now I can focus on what really matters—bringing justice to Gotham."
Kara sighed, wrapping an arm around her friend. Whatever the future held, she would always support Jennifer—even if it meant watching from the sidelines.
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