<div class="floatleft">(http://i1203.photobucket.com/albums/bb396/rubixon/karabbw_zpsvutvypzn.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Kara Zor-El<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Supergirl<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>1030 EDT, March 22, 2016 (0330 UTC, March 23, 2106)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mars >> Watchtower<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All.<br/><strong>Open:</strong>All.<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/><strong>....…it’s by Superman.</strong><br/><br/>Kara's first ten hours in Metropolis, she saw no less than a thousand Superman shirts. Some out in the open, some drying on lines, some for sale, some peeking out under sweaters and button-ups. She even saw one on a guy walking into LexCorp; he must be a popular guy. A few of them even looked like Kal-El. Kinda, sorta, if she squinted. She was half-tempted to throw one on herself, but that no one instantly knew her for Supergirl sometimes was already kind of a shock to her. Why tempt fate? And the only ones that ever got it?<br/><br/>Kids.<br/><br/>Kara loved kids; she watched Kal-El whenever Lara needed naps or to make an appearance somewhere. Looking back on it, she was stupid for not thinking they might plan to send her along with the infant. She was just old enough to be able to provide true protection while young enough to provide it with certainty. She was also the smallest, even among Lara and Kara's own mother. And if her craft was too slow and didn't make it? It's not like she had better prospects on the surface of Krypton. Her father worried about the sexism on the planet, but Jor-El insisted on Earth no man could harm Kara.<br/><br/>Every woman in the room laughed. Even Kara knew that where there were men, there would be hurt women. But it was just like Jor-El to think nothing of the emotional, and focus purely on the minutely scientific. In a lot of ways, she missed the old nerd. Feelings that had to be shut down and compartmentalized, to be cut off, immediately. The last time Kara spent time thinking about her family, she cried for two hours. There wasn't time for that, and quite frankly, Kara Zor-El was sick and tired of crying over her past.<br/><br/>Kara responded out of courtesy, muting the headset she wore and having Sanctuary send a text response to Black Canary, "omw." The AI used a few nanites to keep a read on most parts of Kara's mind. It helped with multitasking, and they could be easily removed. It also helped her keep up two lines of communication at the same time, one between the headset, and the boy she was texting using said nano-neural link to Sanctuary. Besides, repairing a wheel and some solar circuitry was something Kara did with toys when she was a little kid.<br/><br/>...yeah, she was from a family of science nerds.<br/><br/>When she finished and her eyes took that half-heartbeat to cool from laservision, the small floating dark grey Kryptonian construct moved into position to take the selfie--Kara leaning in close with the NASA mars rover. The headseat she wore? Read "NASA" on it. She hadn't asked for it, but they insisted on her taking it. Kara picked her battles, and used the headset.<br/><br/>Immediately, she heard a crackle in her ear. "Supergirl, Houston. Did you just--"<br/><br/>"--I did, Houston, you'll see it on Instagram soon." Kara smiled, her eyes scanning the distance, catching a large Martian dust storm kicking up haze into the dim tan colored expanse of sky and red rock below that seemed to go on forever, even for Kara. It was a dead place, and best left as a graveyard. But that was a Kryptonian view. Krypton knew of dead planets, but instead sought out the ones with life. Resources were allocated accordingly to priority. Research on Krypton was a bloody political business. Humans saw Mars as 'what was next' for themselves as a species. "Signing off, Houston, company calls. I'll leave the headset with the rover."<br/><br/>Kara ignored the protests, and ordered Sanctuary to "accessory mode"; where the AI disappeared under her cape and onto her suit. Taking off in the thin atmosphere of Mars was like sliding on ice when she took flight. Watch Tower quickly appeared, and then just kept getting bigger, and bigger. It was a strange feeling for Kara to be there without either Diana or Bruce. To say nothing of Kal-El, without him there people would see her and their symbol and...expect everything they expected from Kal-El. It was a heavy, heavy, thing. Heavy as it was, she entered Watch Tower and came floating in fast. One moment it was the birds; Hawks and the Canary. The very next moment Kara stood with them; behind them so she could get a moment to eye the bunch of them.<br/><br/>The two would've made a cute couple, had just looking at them not been so...awkward. The Canary had a slightly increased heartrate, and her skin seemed ever-so-slightly flush under Kara's enhanced vision. The whole group seemed on more edge than one. Kara never announced herself, and just let Black Canary discover her when she turned to look at the others. She had nothing to add, so she kept quiet. She'd learn more about her teammates that way. Besides, it wasn't Kal-El doing this evil thing.<br/><br/>Kara knew that with the same certainty she had in knowing Krypton was dead, and never coming back.