It was late at night, but Kara still woke up her family, thinking that the roar of the incoming aircraft would wake them anyway.
She explained the situation—a call for help she had just received from Batman. She avoided mentioning Bruce Wayne by name, saying only that she needed to head to Gotham City.
Jonathan Kent, understandably concerned, worried about her identity being exposed.
Kara reassured them, saying she would wear one of Batman's suits and try to avoid using her superpowers. She planned to handle the situation with only her natural strength.
However, when Alfred arrived in the aircraft, Kara realized it was a prototype silent plane. The family hadn't been disturbed after all.
"So I woke them for nothing?" Kara muttered to herself.
This plane seemed like an early prototype of the future Batwing.
Alfred was the only one on board. Thanks to its silent engine, the plane landed soundlessly, just a short distance from the house.
Kara had sensed the urgency in Bruce's voice during their earlier call. The situation in Gotham City seemed dire. Without hesitation, she bid her family farewell, climbed the rope ladder Alfred had lowered, and boarded the aircraft.
She exchanged a knowing look with Clark, silently telling him to stay behind. While he wanted to help, Kara had already warned him that he needed to mature a bit more before handling such situations.
Unlike many depictions where Superman tries to calm Kara, here it was Kara pacifying her younger cousin, who often felt the need to prove himself.
The aircraft's speed was impressive, and Gotham City wasn't far. Soon enough, they were en route to Bruce's location.
On the way, Alfred briefed Kara on the situation.
"Master Wayne has been severely injured," Alfred began, his tone grave. He explained that after helping the police apprehend Carmine Falcone and exposing his criminal activities, Bruce uncovered some disturbing leads.
But when Bruce went to investigate, he was ambushed with a toxic gas that caused terrifying hallucinations. He was saved only because Alfred and Lucius Fox managed to detoxify him in time.
Alfred described Lucius as the technological genius behind much of Wayne Enterprises' innovations, including Batman's equipment.
Despite his injuries, Bruce learned that his childhood friend, Rachel Dawes, was in danger. He went to Arkham Asylum and successfully rescued her, uncovering a far-reaching conspiracy in the process.
A group known as the League of Shadows, led by Ra's al Ghul, was planning to use a stolen Wayne Enterprises device to vaporize a fear toxin concocted by a psychiatrist named Jonathan Crane, also known as Scarecrow. Their ultimate goal? To destroy Gotham City entirely.
"Wait, what's his name?" Kara suddenly interrupted, narrowing her eyes.
Alfred, startled, repeated, "Jonathan Crane, Miss."
Kara scowled. "Jonathan? How dare he sully that name? He's done for."
Alfred raised an eyebrow at her outburst, unsure of its source. But Kara was clearly offended by the villain sharing her adoptive father's name.
She shook her head, muttering, "Just you wait."
Alfred continued his briefing, explaining how the League of Shadows had infiltrated Gotham City with the help of Falcone. They had smuggled in equipment and personnel under the radar, setting the stage for their attack.
Bruce had been further targeted when his family's ancestral home, Wayne Manor, was set ablaze by the League.
Kara glanced out the window as the plane passed over the smoldering ruins.
"What a shame," she mused aloud. "If I'd known, I would've asked Bruce to give me some of the treasures inside."
Alfred nearly lost control of the aircraft. "Miss Kara!" he exclaimed, scandalized.
Kara waved a hand dismissively. "I'm joking, Alfred. Relax."
Still, Alfred was skeptical, having overheard Bruce's earlier promises to Kara over the communicator. He suspected there was some truth to her jest.
In truth, Kara's remark was only meant to lighten the mood. She wouldn't dream of accepting such a gift from Bruce—not without it being completely devoid of romantic implications.
As the plane approached their destination, Alfred pointed ahead. "We're here. This is the temporary base Master Wayne has been using. We call it... the Batcave."
The facility was located in the backyard of Wayne Manor, a hidden underground structure that had served a critical purpose in history.
According to Alfred's introduction, this place was once used by the Wayne family to help enslaved people escape persecution during a dark chapter in history.
The Wayne family had always carried a legacy of service, striving to aid Gotham City and countless people in need. During the Great Depression, their efforts played a pivotal role in saving the city's economy, thwarting the League of Shadows' original plan to destroy Gotham by economic collapse.
Under Ra's al Ghul's leadership, the League of Shadows had now returned with harsher methods and intended to strike again soon.
As Kara followed Alfred into the facility, she found Bruce in a disheartened state.
"What happened to him?" Kara asked Alfred, eyeing Bruce curiously.
Bruce looked up and answered her himself, his voice tinged with sarcasm. "If you'd been knocked to the ground by a burning beam an hour ago, you'd feel the same way."
"Sounds like someone's been drinking too much," Kara quipped, glancing at him before her eyes wandered to the room's surroundings.
Bruce chuckled dryly, too exhausted to argue. Instead, he watched Kara pick up his cowl from the workbench.
It was the mask he wore as Batman.
Curious, Kara removed her glasses and tried the mask on, smirking at her reflection. "Supergirl debuts as... Oracle Woman?" she teased herself.
"Oracle Woman" wasn't a reference to the female version of Batman but to a lesser-known member of the Bat-family, Kathy Kane. Kathy had been the first Batwoman, with her niece Kate Kane later assuming the mantle.
In the Bat-family hierarchy, Batwoman held a status akin to Batman's, while Batgirl's role mirrored Robin's. Despite her significance, Batwoman remained less well-known to the public compared to her male counterpart.
"I have to admit, this feels weirdly fresh and exciting," Kara remarked, spinning around to face Bruce with the cowl still on. "What do you think?"
Bruce scrutinized her, his expression neutral. "It'd look better if you hid your hair."
"Dark and brooding—typical," Kara muttered, grabbing the cape to drape over her shoulders. She tucked her long, golden hair beneath it. "Now?"
Bruce gave her an approving nod. "Now you could blend perfectly into the shadows."
Kara sighed, clearly unimpressed. "Exactly why I don't want to be some kind of Batwoman. Hiding in the shadows isn't really fulfilling."
Bruce smirked slightly, but his expression grew serious as Kara tossed the cowl and cape back onto the table. "So, what's going on with this League of Shadows situation?"
As Bruce explained, he worked on modifying an existing suit to fit Kara's specifications.
Under Ra's al Ghul's leadership, the League of Shadows planned to release a citywide poison gas through Gotham's sewers. This gas was derived from Scarecrow's toxin but required a special delivery method: a stolen Wayne Enterprises microwave emitter capable of evaporating water.
Kara raised an eyebrow. "Let me guess—this is partially your fault for inventing that thing?"
Bruce sighed. "When I regain control of Wayne Enterprises, dismantling the weapons division will be my first order of business. But blaming me won't solve anything right now."
Kara shrugged. "Fair point."
Alfred, standing nearby, interjected smoothly. "If you two are finished arguing, perhaps we can focus on stopping the League of Shadows before Gotham becomes uninhabitable?"
The duo exchanged sheepish glances before nodding.
"So, what's the plan?" Kara asked, leaning against the workbench.
Bruce outlined it simply. "We know they plan to spread the toxin through the sewer system. The emitter will evaporate the water, releasing the poison as gas. We have to intercept and stop them."
Kara frowned. "You do realize that a microwave emitter strong enough to evaporate that much water would vaporize people too, right?"
Bruce froze, processing her observation. "Maybe... that's exactly what they're counting on."
Kara sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Well, that's just peachy."
With Alfred's assistance, Bruce finalized Kara's new suit. Its design was sleek and functional, tailored perfectly to her form and needs.
As Kara suited up, she glanced at Bruce. "By the way, you still haven't told me the full plan."
"You interrupted me earlier," Bruce retorted. "The plan is simple. I need your help to stop Ra's and his men before they release the toxin."
Kara rolled her eyes. "That's not a plan; that's an objective. But fine, I'll work with what I've got."
As they prepared to leave, Alfred smirked. "Don't forget, Master Wayne—if you fail, I'll repossess the car and nameplate I lent you."
Bruce groaned, and Kara chuckled. Despite the dire situation, the camaraderie among them was evident—a family bound by loyalty and determination.
"Let's get to work," Kara said, adjusting her suit. "We've got a city to save."