DC: Becoming Supreme With Technology ( I Beat Superman)

Location: National City

Time: Evening.

The sun dipped below the horizon of

National City, casting the metropolis in hues of gold and pink. Amid the city's steady hum, the sudden roar of a plane engine cut through the tranquility. A commercial airliner, Flight 323, was losing altitude rapidly, its left engine engulfed in flames. Panic gripped the passengers as oxygen masks dropped and the plane shuddered violently.

On the streets below, people froze, pointing toward the sky as the massive aircraft plummeted. Cars screeched to a halt, and sirens wailed as emergency services scrambled into action. Amidst the chaos, one figure remained calm—Kara Danvers, alias Supergirl.

Perched on the rooftop of a nearby building, Kara's enhanced vision caught the flicker of flames from the failing engine. Her super-hearing picked up the terrified screams of the passengers and the frantic calls from the cockpit. Her heart raced, but she didn't hesitate.

In a blur of red and blue, she shot into the sky like a missile. Her cape billowed behind her as she gained altitude, her Kryptonian physiology allowing her to breach the sound barrier effortlessly. She intercepted the plane just as it began a deadly nosedive.

With a grunt of effort, Kara positioned herself beneath the fuselage, her hands pressing against its belly. The plane's weight strained her muscles, but she held firm. Slowly, she leveled it out, the sheer force of her flight combating gravity's pull. Passengers screamed as their descent evened out, their panic turning to awe as they glimpsed the young hero through the windows.

The burning engine was another matter. Kara's heat vision flared to life, targeting the flames. She carefully extinguished the fire, ensuring the engine wouldn't reignite. With the immediate threat neutralized, she guided the plane toward an empty field on the outskirts of National City. Emergency vehicles were already converging, lights flashing in the dimming twilight.

The plane touched down roughly but safely. As it came to a halt, Kara hovered just outside the cockpit, peering in to ensure everyone was okay. The pilot, a middle-aged man with tears of relief streaming down his face, saluted her.

She smiled, a mix of pride and humility, before flying away as the crowd began to gather, pulling out their phones to capture the incredible moment.

The news spread like wildfire. Within minutes, every major network was broadcasting footage of the mysterious hero. Headlines flashed:

"National City's Guardian Angel Saves Flight 323!"

"New Hero Emerges: Who is She?"

"Superman… or Someone Else?"

In Metropolis, Clark Kent sat at a quiet table in a cozy Italian restaurant with Lois Lane. The two were enjoying a rare evening out, savoring their meals and the brief respite from their hectic lives. Lois was halfway through recounting her latest investigative piece when the restaurant's TV caught her attention.

"Clark, look!" she exclaimed, pointing at the screen.

Clark turned to see grainy footage of a young woman in a red and blue outfit, her cape flowing as she steadied the plane. He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing.

"Who is she?" Lois asked, already intrigued. "Another meta-human? Or maybe an alien like you?"

Clark didn't respond immediately. He recognized the costume design—similar to his own, but distinct. The way she carried herself, her powers… it was unmistakable. She was Kryptonian.

"I'm not sure," he said carefully, though his mind was racing.

Lois raised an eyebrow. "You're lying."

Clark sighed, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I'm not lying—I just… have a suspicion."

"That she's Kryptonian?" Lois pressed.

"Maybe," Clark admitted. "I'll need to meet her to be certain."

Lois smirked. "Well, Superman's got competition now. You'd better step up your game."

Clark chuckled, but inwardly, he felt a surge of excitement—and concern. If she was Kryptonian, where had she been all this time? Why had she revealed herself now? And most importantly, was she prepared for the challenges of being a hero in a world that could be as unforgiving as it was adoring?

Back in National City, Kara landed softly on the balcony of her apartment. Her heart was still pounding from the adrenaline of the rescue. She leaned against the railing, staring at the city lights below.

Her sister, Alex Danvers, burst through the door. "Kara!" she exclaimed, her face a mix of worry and pride. "Are you okay?"

Kara turned and nodded, smiling faintly. "Yeah. I'm fine."

"Fine?" Alex repeated, waving her phone. "You just saved a plane full of people! You're all over the news. Everyone's talking about you."

Kara sighed, running a hand through her blonde hair. "I didn't mean for this to happen, Alex. I just… I couldn't let them die."

Alex softened, stepping closer. "You did the right thing. But Kara, this is going to change everything. You've just revealed yourself to the world."

Kara looked down at her hands, the weight of the moment sinking in. "I know," she said quietly. "I've been hiding for so long, trying to blend in. But after what happened today, I realized I can't keep pretending. If I have the power to help, then I have a responsibility to use it."

Alex placed a hand on her shoulder. "Just know I've got your back. Whatever happens, we'll face it together."

Kara smiled, her resolve hardening. "Thanks, Alex."

That night, in his Fortress of Solitude, Clark stood before the holographic archives of Krypton, studying the records of his people. The emergence of another Kryptonian was monumental. He hadn't felt this hopeful since finding out about his cousin, Kara Zor-El—who he had always believed to be lost.

The next step was clear. He had to find this new hero and understand who she was, where she came from, and what role she would play in the world.

Clark stepped outside the Fortress, gazing up at the stars. The winds of the Arctic swirled around him, but he felt a sense of warmth.

Ethan sat in his sprawling penthouse office, sipping a glass of chilled water as the news played on a massive holographic screen before him. The footage of Supergirl saving the plane replayed, showing her poised and resolute as she steadied the aircraft. The media was ablaze with speculation, calling her the "Girl of Steel" and questioning her connection to Superman.

________________________________________

"Another Kryptonian," Ethan murmured, setting his glass down.

Helios, his AI companion, chimed in, its calm voice breaking the silence. "Analysis indicates a 98.7% likelihood that the individual shares genetic similarities with Superman. Kryptonian physiology is highly resilient, and their abilities under a yellow sun are unparalleled."

Ethan leaned back, his mind racing. He had been preparing for the eventual emergence of superhumans—heroes and villains alike. Supergirl's arrival was a reminder that Earth was becoming a focal point for extraordinary beings, and not all of them would have humanity's best interests at heart.

"Helios," Ethan said, his voice firm, "open a new protocol. Call it Project Aegis."

"Acknowledged," Helios replied. "Define parameters."

"Project Aegis will be a contingency plan for handling superhuman threats, extraterrestrial or otherwise," Ethan explained. "It's not about attacking heroes like her or Superman, but about ensuring we're prepared. We'll develop countermeasures, defense systems, and technology capable of neutralizing any threat—even one as powerful as a Kryptonian."

"Shall I begin compiling research on their weaknesses?" Helios asked.

Ethan nodded. "Yes. Start with their vulnerability to kryptonite, red solar radiation, and high-frequency sound waves. But also explore non-lethal alternatives—containment systems, energy dampeners, anything that can disable their powers without causing harm."

Helios acknowledged the command and began processing. Ethan stared at the screen, watching Supergirl fly away after saving the plane.

"This isn't about distrust," Ethan murmured. "It's about preparation. If someone like her ever loses control—or worse, if someone like Zod comes back—Earth needs to be ready."

________________________________________

Far away from the bustling cities and glowing skyscrapers, deep within a remote valley surrounded by jagged mountains, an ominous facility stood concealed. It was a labyrinth of steel and concrete, its presence masked from satellites and drones by advanced cloaking technology. This was one of LexCorp's most secretive projects, and its overseer was none other than Letitia Luthor, Lex Luthor's mother.

Letitia sat in her dimly lit office, a thin, elegant figure with sharp features and an aura of cold authority. Her eyes glinted with malice as she watched the news coverage of Supergirl's heroics.

"Kryptonians," she muttered, her voice dripping with disdain. "They're like parasites, pretending to protect us while they wield unchecked power."

A tall man in a white lab coat entered the room, holding a tablet. "Madam Luthor, you summoned me?"

Letitia turned to face him, her expression icy. "Dr. Merrick, the time has come to initiate Project Cadmus."

Dr. Merrick's eyes widened slightly. "Cadmus? But that's still in the early stages—"

"Enough with the excuses," Letitia snapped. "The appearance of this so-called Supergirl only reinforces the need for Cadmus. Kryptonians and other superhumans pose an existential threat to humanity. We must be ready to defend ourselves."

Dr. Merrick nodded, though his hands trembled slightly. "Understood, Madam. What are your specific directives?"

Letitia stood, her movements deliberate and precise. She walked to the large window overlooking the facility's inner labs, where scientists worked tirelessly on various experiments.

"Begin by accelerating the cloning project," she commanded. "I want a prototype that can rival a Kryptonian. And ensure the development of weapons capable of exploiting their weaknesses—kryptonite, red solar energy, whatever it takes."

Dr. Merrick hesitated. "And the ethical concerns?"

Letitia's lips curled into a cold smile. "Ethics are a luxury we cannot afford. Kryptonians don't care about our rules. We must be ruthless if we are to survive."

The doctor swallowed hard and nodded, leaving the room to carry out her orders.

Letitia returned her gaze to the screen, where Supergirl's image froze mid-flight. She leaned forward, her voice barely a whisper.

"You may have won the hearts of the people, little girl, but you'll soon learn that Earth belongs to humanity—and humanity alone."

As Ethan fine-tuned the parameters of Project Aegis and Letitia Luthor set her plans in motion, the world stood on the precipice of a new era. Heroes like Supergirl and Superman inspired hope, but in the shadows, forces like Cadmus and Aether Industries worked to prepare for the potential devastation that unchecked power could bring.

What neither Letitia nor Ethan fully understood was that their actions would ripple across the globe, drawing lines between heroes and those who feared them. And somewhere in the depths of space, another force watched Earth with growing interest, its intentions shrouded in darkness.

For now, the world cheered for Supergirl, blissfully unaware of the storm gathering on the horizon.