<div class="floatleft">(http://www.slickstermagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/01/supergirl.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Supergirl<br/>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong>Kryptonian protective uniform (House of El)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday, August 21st 2020<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Early PM EST<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Justice League's Secret Sanctuary, Rhode Island<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Decisions<br/>[TAGGING]: Brion, Zod, Superman, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Kara chuckled softly at Static's comment about her Krytonian abilities then gazed curiously at Helena when she made her tour of the room, greeting everyone in a rather peculiar matter, in an outfit even more peculiar considering the circumstances. She looked down at herself, unsure if the woman was sarcastic and thought "Should I have brought my jammies?" then continued to watch Helena as she barely acknowledged Damian when passing him, then moved on to greet Raven.<br/><br/>Her attention drawn away from her by his companion as he took her hand in his, she smiled at Brion and greeted him back.<em>"Hello Brion. Nice to meet you as well"</em>, she replied, taking a mental note that he did not wear night clothes.<em>"Did something happen to her costume?"</em>, she asked shortly before the Justice League began to speak.<br/><br/>She listened to the combined speech of Batman, Zatara and her cousin. Their words made sense to her. Not one hero could save the entire world on their. Not even the Justice League could but all of them were stronger together than the sum of their individual powers. Besides, as she thought, spending more time with other Superheroes of her age was not at all an unattractive prospect, no matter what the younger Zatara thought of it.<br/><br/>Her eyes wandered to the others in the room. Each of them seemed to have very different lives and very different personalities. Some of them didn't even seem to like each other much, as was the case between the woman in pyjama who called herself Helena and Damian Wayne. Most others, however, seemed to be at the very least indifferent to each other.<br/><br/>Then, she thought, there was Lor Zod. What could the League be thinking to welcome the son of the traitor from Krypton like one of their own? She felt a surge of conflicted emotions and part of her wanted to be the first one to leave. Seeing her cousin was hard enough and although she loved him, she was glad that they only saw each other on rare occasions.<br/><br/>More than her cousin, Kal-El was all that was left of Krypton and a reminder of everything she had lost. Her home, her family, everyone and everything she had ever known, lost and would rather forget returned to the forefront of her memory each time she gazed upon Kal-El. She also remembered, although she was young when she heard of it, the betrayal and attempted coup that landed Dru-Zod in the Phantom Zone. Could she handle working with the son of Zod and all the memories and anger his presence will bring about?<br/><br/>If she wasn't certain that she could possibly work with him, she was even more curious about why he would accept the terms of the arrangement proposed by the Justice League. If he was anything like his father, he would never accept to work with others as equals. Yet, here he stood, in silence and looking almost... humble.<br/><br/>She tightened her fists once again as she stared at the floor and tried to calm herself. She glanced at the elevator and made a few steps forward. Without stopping, she lifted her stern gaze towards the center of the room and stopped just a few feet short of the meeting table, crossed her arms and glared at her cousin as she spoke.<br/><br/><em>"I hope you realize what you're doing to me, Kal. But you know you can always count on me. I'm not going anywhere." </em><br/><br/>She knew he didn't. How could he? He had no memory of Krypton, and neither did Zod. Only her could feel what she did only by being close to either of them.<br/><br/>