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Just minutes ago, Lena and James were in the office of Catco, drinking... kissing.
Lena wanted to tell James the whole thing had been spontaneous and she hadn't felt anything. Like she'd said at Kara's party:
There is no chemistry
Now the two watched as National City's hero and what seemed to be another Kryptionian clad in all black, brawling it out on the street.
Lena stood by; with all of her money, tech, and influence, utterly powerless to help the same woman who had saved her countless times.
At this point, Supergirl was struggling to even stand as the other alien laid an unrelenting onslaught on her.
The unknown challenger swung some sort of rubble at Supergirl, catching her on the back of the head.
When the news helicopter directed its bright beem towards the Girl of Steel, Lena saw the dark shine of crimson on the heroine's forehead. Blood... Blood? Supergirl doesn't bleed.
Another punch to the face split the hero's lip as well.
More Blood.
Suddenly Supergirl and her opponent flew off. Lena and the rest of the civilians on the street watched the skies for any sign of the two wrecking more havoc.
Lena found her heart racing. This alien she barely knew, they'd never even talked unless someone's life was in danger, was losing. And Lena was panicking. She told herself it was because National City needed the blonde. But she knew in the back of her mind that it was something else she couldn't place.
Not two mintues later, a large crack shook the ground, and Lena followed the people stampeding to the crashsite.
The Girl of Steel, invulnerable protector of the city, laying bruised and bleeding in a crater of concrete.
Lena looked to see Agent Danvers, Kara's sister, rushing forward. Yelling.
"Kara!"
Lena looked around the crowd for the mentioned reporter, her heart pounding, but saw Alex run to Supergirl, collaspsing before the fallen hero.
Suddenly it all clicked in her mind.
Lena brought her trembling hand to her mouth. No. Her Kara, physical embodiment of sunshine, cub reporter for Catco Magazine. Kara, the Girl of Steel.
Kara Danvers believes in you
Kara, Lena's best friend, the beaten and fallen hero.
Supergirl may have saved me. But Kara Danvers, you, are my hero
Lena shook off James' grip as she ran forward, shoved passed the armed gaurds beginning to slowly corral the crowd, seemingly shocked themselves.
Alex didnt look away from her sister as Lena approached.
A weak "Is she dead?" Was called out into the cold Christmas air.
Lena Luthor, sister to the infamous Lex Luthor, broke at the words, crying at the unresponsive Super.
I'm not going anywhere
"Please Kara, wake up." She whispered, reaching out for her friends hand before the agents that had come with Alex began pulling her back.
"Miss, Supergirl will be fine, but you need to move out of the way." Lena looked up at the speaker, her face red and puffy, tears having made messy black trails down her cheeks as her makeup ran.
The agent recognized the CEO and stepped back in surprise. Lena just nodded and stood up shakily. "You just save her, alright?" Doing her best boardroom voice, but her voice betrayed her as it cracked.
Alex and the rest of the agents carried Kara away on a stretcher. James came up to her and placed a hand on her shoulder, it suddenly seemed too hot, she didn't want to be touched.
She shrugged his hand away, not looking at the tall man beside her.
I will always protect you
Lena suddenly noticed that the crest that was always prominent on the heroine's chest, its bright colors bringing hope, was not visible any longer. Like an omen of the days to come.
If this new villian could best Supergirl, champion of Earth, maybe there was no hope.
I Promise