章節 56: Chapter 56 (edited)
Lars didn't possess superhuman regenerative abilities like those found in comic books. Her physical fitness was extraordinary but still human. If not for Kara's reluctance to let Bruce uncover her deepest secret, Lars wouldn't have survived their encounter even for a moment—she would have decapitated him at supersonic speed in an instant.
In the end, Lars' fatal mistake came when he miscalculated, thinking Kara was distracted. It exposed a massive opening in his defense. With precision, Kara grabbed his foot and swung him like a ragdoll, slamming him into the control console.
What was left of Lars was unrecognizable, a mangled mess of flesh and blood. Any attempts to recover his remains for evidence would be futile.
Kara dusted her hands and turned her attention back to the train's core, standing next to the dangerous machine. Her expression was indifferent as she glanced at Bruce, who was frantically searching for a way to shut down the device.
"This thing doesn't make any sense," Kara said, her tone sharp.
The train's path left devastation in its wake. Underground water pipes several meters away had their contents vaporized entirely. Yet, despite standing near the machine, neither Kara nor Bruce showed any ill effects from its influence.
By all logic, Lars and his associates should have succumbed long ago due to the proximity.
Bruce rolled his eyes at Kara's comment. "If you've got time to complain, maybe you could help me? Those guys made sure to destroy the controls on purpose."
Kara shrugged, picking up a knife she had taken from one of Lars' lackeys. She began walking toward the machine.
"What are you doing?" Bruce asked sharply, stepping in front of her. "Don't do anything reckless. I don't want us both vaporized because of you!"
Kara stopped, giving Bruce a sidelong glance. "Relax. Who do you think I am? After you disappeared from Metropolis University without a word, do you know what I was doing? I read every book in their library. Twice."
Bruce muttered something under his breath about arrogance but let her pass.
Kara ignored him, activating her X-ray vision to analyze the microwave transmitter. She scanned through the machine's dense layers of steel and electronics, searching for its central hub.
All machines had a core—the heart of their functionality. If the central mechanism was disabled, the entire device would cease operation. Like a computer's power supply, if it failed, the entire system would shut down.
Pinpointing the hub, Kara wasted no time. With a burst of speed too fast for Bruce to perceive, she drove the blade in her hand directly into the core.
"Puff."
The sound was anticlimactic, almost disappointing, but effective. The blade pierced through the steel as though it were paper, disabling the hub with surgical precision.
The machine emitted a deep, vibrating hum before powering down completely.
Bruce exhaled in relief, slumping into a nearby chair. "Thank God."
Kara removed the blade and noticed it was coated with a mix of substances—both the machine's fluids and the blood of her earlier victims. She casually wiped the knife on the edge of Bruce's cape.
Bruce turned, his voice laced with irritation. "I'm not cleaning that for you, Kara. And that's the only cape I've got."
Kara froze, glanced at the cape, and then at Bruce. With a huff, she tossed the knife aside, muttering something under her breath.
Bruce's eye twitched at her nonchalant behavior. "Do you even realize how expensive that cape is?"
"Whatever," Kara retorted, collapsing into another chair. She stretched her arms and leaned back, the fatigue of the night catching up to her.
"It's finally over," she murmured.
But Bruce wasn't as relaxed. His gaze shifted to the console, its bloodstains a grim reminder of Kara's methods.
"Couldn't you have handled that differently?" Bruce asked, his voice low.
Kara sighed, turning to meet his eyes. "You're asking why I killed him?"
Bruce nodded, his expression unreadable.
"I didn't enjoy it," Kara admitted, leaning forward. "But Lars was a threat to millions of lives. He wasn't going to stop. Even if we stopped him today, he would've come back. And next time, we might not be so lucky."
Bruce frowned, his moral compass conflicting with her justification. "But we're not judges or executioners, Kara. We don't have the right to decide who lives or dies. That's not justice."
Kara's eyes darkened. "Then what's the point, Bruce? If you believe we're breaking the law by stopping criminals, maybe you should've stayed home. Let Lars destroy Gotham, let him kill billions. Because according to your logic, we're all just criminals anyway."
Bruce's jaw tightened. "Kara, your reasoning is dangerous. Once you decide it's easier to kill than to capture, you lose what makes us different from them."
Kara froze, the words cutting deep. Her thoughts briefly wandered to a dark possibility—a version of herself as an unjust Superman, one who had abandoned all morals.
Was that who she was becoming?
Kara didn't answer, but the weight of Bruce's words lingered between them.
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