Chương 14: Chapter 14 (edited)
Kara had always been taught by Jonathan and Martha Kent that justice and morality were the cornerstones of being a good person. Their unwavering belief in doing what was right had shaped her just as it had shaped Clark, turning him into one of the greatest heroes the world had ever known. To them, power alone didn't make someone a hero. In fact, it was more likely to tempt someone into darkness, leading them to indulge in the corruption that strength could bring. Kara had taken those lessons to heart, dreaming of becoming a hero like her cousin, someone who could inspire and protect. But today's events made even Jonathan question how those lessons applied in reality.
Kara had killed someone. She had been attacked, molested, and shot at. Without her Kryptonian powers, she would have died. It was self-defense, pure and simple, but the weight of what she had done was undeniable. Jonathan wrestled with the morality of the act, torn between the teachings he had instilled in his children and the harsh truth of what Kara had been forced to do. Murder was an unforgivable crime, but could it be justified under these circumstances? Could anyone truly expect someone to endure such an attack without fighting back, simply because they had the power to?
Martha's concerns were more immediate. She worried over Kara's physical well-being, checking her daughter's eyes for signs of injury and fretting over shrapnel that might not even exist. "I'm fine, Mom," Kara repeated over and over, but Martha wasn't satisfied. She hovered nearby, her maternal instincts driving her to ensure Kara was truly unhurt. Kara found the fussing both exasperating and endearing, grateful for the love behind it, even as it tested her patience.
Jonathan, however, couldn't shake a deeper fear. Kara's remarks about justice and punishment had unsettled him. Her insistence that the guilty deserved no mercy and that wrongdoing must be met with absolute retribution made him worry about the kind of person she might become. The thought of Kara growing into a merciless enforcer, dispensing her own brand of justice without hesitation, left him deeply uneasy.
When Clark came home from school that afternoon, he ran straight to Kara and threw his arms around her. "I heard about what happened," he said, his voice trembling. "People at school were saying awful things about you. They're calling you a troublemaker and saying it's your fault." Kara hugged him back, offering a small, reassuring smile. "Don't listen to them, Clark. I'm okay, and I'll always be here for you."
Clark pulled back and looked up at her with concern. "But they're so mean. They said you caused all of this." Kara's gaze darkened. It wasn't the first time she'd heard such things. People often blamed victims, especially if they stood out. To some, her beauty and strength made her a target for scorn and jealousy. "They're wrong, Clark," she said firmly. "Don't let their words get to you. And if anyone gives you a hard time, let me know. I'll take care of it."
Jonathan, overhearing the exchange, quickly stepped in and pulled Clark away. He worried about the influence Kara's fiery temperament might have on her younger brother. The power the two siblings wielded was already overwhelming; if they weren't careful, it could lead to chaos. He couldn't allow Kara's fierce sense of justice to push Clark down a dangerous path.
That evening, Martha prepared a hearty meal: steak, fried fish, pumpkin soup, rice, and a fresh vegetable salad made from the produce of their farm. Kara and Clark devoured their meals with a voracity that left Jonathan shaking his head in disbelief. "Your stomachs are just as super as the rest of you," he muttered as they polished off the last of the fish.
Later that night, Kara received calls from her friends Dani and Jennifer. Dani was full of questions, having left before the situation escalated and unaware of what had truly happened. Jennifer, however, was quiet at first, her concern weighing heavily on the conversation.
"Kara, I just want you to know I believe in you. You're not a bad person," Jennifer finally said, breaking the silence. Kara smiled faintly, though a flicker of something darker passed through her eyes. "Thanks, Jen. But let's be real—if that guy had aimed at you instead of me, you wouldn't have survived."
Jennifer shuddered at the thought, then hesitated. "Kara... I thought I saw something. When he shot at you, there were sparks, like the bullet hit something and bounced off." Kara laughed nervously, brushing off the observation. "You must have imagined it. Anyway, let's hang out tomorrow. We'll talk then."
Sensing that Kara didn't want to dwell on the incident, Jennifer shifted the topic. "Fine, but don't think you're off the hook, Supergirl. And don't call me tomorrow complaining about your parents—especially after your mom made you steak and fish tonight."
"Hey, don't call me that!" Kara protested, laughing despite herself. "And for the record, I'm the one being smothered here!"
As the call ended, Kara leaned back in her bed, her laughter fading into silence. She stared at the ceiling, her mind racing with thoughts of what had happened and what it all meant. For now, she was safe, but the future loomed ahead, uncertain and fraught with challenges that would test not only her powers but the values she held dear.
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