It had been the Justice Coalition's first and grandest plan; to catch The Ultimate, Kara Zor-El, while she was alone, and trap her with magic. The first part of the plan had succeeded, but their subsequent attempt to kill her had failed, utterly. Kara now stood, looking imperiously, almost insanely, down at the final member of the offending party. It was Diana, who had only yesterday been known as Europe's governor, and she slumped pathetically, held up only by Kara's merciless grip on her neck. Her eyes were vacant, her body ravaged not only by combat, but by the rape gangs Kara had sicced on her and the other survivors. Glancing to her left, Kara smiled at the sight of young Dick Grayson being used as a pincushion. Poor boy, he had advanced to the role of Batman far ahead of his time.<br/><br/>Kara effortlessly lifted Diana's face to meet hers. "Valiant of you to try. Alas, it was not meant to be. Or, perhaps you expected this outcome, and in trying, you forfeited your responsibility to this world? In whatever afterlife you expect, you can always say 'We tried.' Don't forget to leave out 'We failed," you worthless waste of flesh." Diana's lips parted as if to form a reply, but the Goddess of the Realm closed her fist, letting the body of the former hero collapse before her. She looked Diana in the now-dead eyes for several moments before dropping her head and crushing it underfoot.<br/><br/>Scanning her surroundings once more, a vile grin passed over Kara's full lips. This once-innocent open road in the middle of Kansas was now strewn with blood, gore, and body parts as far as the eye could see. Well... the human eye. They had assembled quite a team: there were over 50 of them, and every one had sported a determined, sure expression... fools, all of them. Kara had thought that among that many they could have surmised ahead of time that Kara was invulnerable to kryptonite... but after all, that was why she had sought out and killed Batman so many months ago. He was the only legitimate threat... and now he wasn't.<br/><br/>Kara spied Selina Kyle writhing weakly as the men who had been using her dispersed to the other survivors. So beautiful, she was... but that was before  her limbs had been shattered by being literally flicked aside by Kara. As the Kryptonian stood over her, Selina's eyes begged. She had gotten in over her head; she had no concept of the horror it was to be injured by a goddess. Unlike the others, though... she seemed to desire life, even now. Kara knelt down next to the former Catwoman, smiling sweetly. "You request mercy?" A blubber and a pained nod was the most that the fatally injured woman could summon. "And you believe I would truly give it to you, after you challenged me so?" Selina's eyes widened in terrified understanding. "You will remain, and die at whatever time fate desires. Dwell on your mistake, and take what you've learned with you into the next life." Standing, Kara gave the soon-to-be-corpse a light punt, and laughed lightly as it ragdolled through the air, landing with a wet crunch some yards away.<br/><br/>And then the whole world turned blue for an instant. Kara blinked, looking sharply around for any indication of a source. The henchmen seemed unphased as they pounded their cocks into the survivors, regardless of health or gender. It was really the only thing a henchman could do without messing it up. Another flash - this one quite yellow, and accompanied by a tearing feeling. Kara looked down at her hands, which seemed to waver in the air. "Do you fools not notice this-" she started, and they all looked up obediently at her as she winked out of existence.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Kara reappeared somewhere rather different than a Kansas road. Was this...? Yes, it absolutely was, she told herself as she looked rapidly around her. She was in the Watchtower, but it was so... bare. Her banners did not adorn the walls, her slaves did not roam the corridors seeking to please Kara and her guests. It was simply functional. The pieces were already falling into place: the strange flashes of light, the tearing feelings, and now the quite alternate state of the Watchtower. She had been transposed into a different reality, something that happened distressingly often of late.<br/><br/>Now all that remained was finding a way back.<br/><br/>The place seemed quite empty as she stalked the halls, leaving bloody footprints in her wake. Her white Imperial uniform was heavily bloodied, her one-sided cape shredded. She looked an awful mess, and quite expected to frighten anyone she came across. All the better; fear was effective leverage in all interactions. She summoned her considerable voice and made the space station rattle as she yelled, "WHO IS HERE?"