Over the years since she had arrived on her Earth, Kara had limited contact with other universes. Most often it had been an incursion on her own, rather than the opposite, and she had regularly defeated the intruders. She recalled quite strongly her greatest challenge - Power Girl. Initially it had seemed like an urban legend, pushed by the rebellious sects of the Empire, but before long the truth had gotten out: there was someone who looked exactly like her, wearing her uniform, displaying the same powers that she had. It had taken several days to track her down and box her in, and on that day, Kara had found herself peering through the looking glass to see an opposite version of herself.<br/><br/>Several minutes of ideological shouting took place before Kara made the first move, drawing her kryptonite knife and hurling it at the imposter. Power Girl managed to destroy it with her eyebeams, but only just, as her power evaporated with the increasing proximity. What Power Girl hadn't known, as she charged The Ultimate, was that Kara's uniform/armor was lined with kryptonite, giving The Ultimate all the advantage she needed... but not as much as she wanted. The battle lasted several hours despite the disadvantage visited upon Power Girl, and just as Kara was about to deal the killing blow, Power Girl had winked out of existence. Her advisors informed her that something had pulled her back out, theoretically members of her own universe trying to recover her. With the damage The Ultimate had dealt, however, they were unsure if she would survive even with the best medical care.<br/><br/>The scenario swept through Kara's memory in a moment, plan beginning to form in her twisted mind. It would do her no favors to make her true self known at first; a more benevolent and trustworthy position would serve her well for information gathering and making alliances, even if those alliances would be betrayed by her at the drop of the correct hat. And perhaps... she could conquer this universe as well as her own, all in good time.<br/><br/>Her eyes continued to be drawn back to Diana. It had been mere minutes since she had held that very neck between her merciless hands, felt its every contour as the body had struggled weakly for life. She advanced on the magnificent woman, standing before her for a moment and smiling shyly. Her impulse was too strong, but she could at least disguise it as something rather different. Raising her hands slowly, in a show of hesitant affection, she clasped her hands around that ivory neck and pulled herself in, kissing the woman tentatively at first, and then passionately, tasting her divine lips.<br/><br/>As she pulled away, she whispered gently, "I missed you."