Supergirl Defender Of Love

Kara stood at the edge of the massive crater in Central Park, arms crossed, her gaze heavy with irritation. The destruction she had caused months ago remained untouched, a perfect scar on the Earth marking the moment she had been violently isekai'd into this universe. The city had done nothing to fix it. No clean-up efforts, no reconstruction. It just sat there, a deep, gaping hole where grass and trees once stood, reminding her every single time she passed by that she had been trucked.

She clenched her fists at the memory. That honk. That ridiculous, cosmic honk that echoed through space before she was obliterated by an intergalactic delivery service. "That damn truck," she muttered, narrowing her eyes. "I don't know who or what sent you, but I swear to God, one day, I will find you." Energy crackled at her fingertips as she imagined the vengeance she would exact on that absurd vehicle. "And when I do… I'm going to punch you so hard, you'll get isekai'd instead."

A strong gust of wind swept through the park, stirring loose leaves across the pavement. Somewhere in the distance, faintly, impossibly—a honk.

Kara's face twitched. Her eyes scanned the horizon, her senses sharpening. The wind howled again, brushing her cape against her legs, but the city remained still. Yet she felt it. Something.

Her eyes narrowed further. "I HEARD THAT."

The moment hung in silence, then footsteps.

She didn't turn. She didn't have to. Two people approached her from behind, their movements laced with intent, slow but deliberate. One of them shifted the weight of a weapon, his grip adjusting ever so slightly. The other had a more unnatural movement, something organic and shifting beneath his skin.

Kara sighed. "You guys are seriously doing this?"

The first shot rang out before she even finished speaking.

The bullet slammed against her cheek, flattening against her skin before bouncing to the ground harmlessly. She didn't react. The second attacker moved next, flinging a volley of jagged bone spikes directly at her head. They snapped and shattered against her invisible form, falling uselessly to the pavement.

She slowly turned to face them. The bald man with cybernetic implants still held his gun, his robotic eye flickering as it processed the absolute failure of his attack. His partner, a skeletal-looking mutant with sharp, protruding bone growths, stared in visible confusion.

Kara tilted her head slightly. "Oh. You're actually trying to hurt me?"

Neither answered.

She let out a slow exhale, as if this was an inconvenience. "Fine. If you insist."

Her heat vision flared.

The first mutant barely had time to process his mistake before a thin beam of condensed solar energy split him in half. His body separated in perfect symmetry, his mouth still half-formed in shock as his torso burned away into nothingness. His remains crumbled to ash, dispersing into the wind.

The second mutant staggered back, his throat bobbing as his body tensed with fear. "What the—"

Kara vanished.

Before he could react, she was behind him.

Her palm met his face in a single, effortless motion.

The sound was immediate and brutal. His head snapped sideways as 32 teeth launched from his mouth like bullets, scattering across the pavement in a shower of broken enamel and blood.

His body crumpled forward, a violent gagging sound escaping his throat as he spat up blood, his hands clutching at his jaw in agony. He coughed again, more red spilling from his lips as his eyes rolled back from the sheer force of the impact.

Kara straightened, looking down at him thoughtfully. "Wow," she mused, flexing her fingers. "I think I'm finally starting to control my strength."

The mutant whimpered, blood pooling at his knees.

She crossed her arms, tilting her head slightly. "You know, I've been thinking about something. About what I want to do in this universe."

He barely moved, his breath coming out in short, painful gasps.

Kara continued, seemingly talking to herself at this point. "I mean, I fell in from another dimension. That's gotta mean something, right?"

She gestured vaguely. "I think I've figured it out. I want to slap the multiverse in the face."

The mutant let out a shaky breath. "You… what?"

Kara lifted a finger as if making an important point. "Listen. Everywhere I go, people challenge me. I don't get it, but it keeps happening. And it's exhausting to have the same conversation over and over again. So instead of wasting time talking, I'm just going to slap people across the face until they get the point."

The mutant's expression collapsed into sheer disbelief.

Kara nodded to herself, fully convinced. "Yes. This is it. This is my new path."

"I will travel the multiverse."

"I will slap all of existence in the face."

"And I will flirt with every cute woman I find along the way."

The mutant looked at her like she had gone mad.

"You… you call me a villain?" His voice cracked, a mixture of pain and sheer mental exhaustion. "You're planning to slap the entire multiverse?"

Kara's eyes lit up with excitement. "Yes! Exactly!"

A faint red glow wrapped around his body. He jerked violently, his body going rigid.

Kara barely had time to register it before Wanda's voice cut through the air, smooth and laced with amusement. "Now, now. That's enough excitement for today."

Kara turned slightly as Wanda Maximoff stepped forward, lazily twirling her fingers as Chaos Magic constricted the mutant's limbs.

Jean Grey hovered just behind her, eyes glowing faintly, watching the man with detached interest.

Natasha Romanoff approached next, adjusting her gloves. "You went after the wrong person. Now you get to tell us why."

Rogue folded her arms, watching with no particular emotion, while Storm stood beside her, silent but unreadable.

Jean knelt, placing her fingertips against his forehead. The man gasped, his body tensing as if an invisible blade had just pierced his mind.

Jean's voice was cold. "This will hurt."

His scream echoed through the empty park.

Kara watched passively.

The man convulsed, his breath ragged as Jean dug through his thoughts, peeling them apart with relentless force. Sweat dripped from his temple, veins bulging in his neck as he writhed in pain.

Jean's voice remained distant. "Magneto sent him."

Wanda's expression barely shifted. "Oh? That's interesting."

Jean sifted through more memories, her tone flat. "Magneto sees Kara as a threat. He doesn't trust her existence."

Kara rolled her shoulders. "Well, that's annoying."

The mutant gasped as Jean finally released him, his body trembling violently.

His bloodshot eyes darted toward Kara. "You just… let them do this?"

Kara exhaled slowly, considering the question. "Yeah."

His lips trembled. "Aren't you supposed to be a hero?"

Kara shrugged. "I mean, if you were cute, maybe I'd step in." She gestured vaguely. "But, honestly? I don't really care about people I'm not attracted to."

Jean turned to Wanda. "Do you want to deal with him?"

Wanda barely hesitated before snapping her fingers. A scarlet portal ripped open beneath him, swallowing him instantly.

Silence.

Kara stretched. "Man, all this action made me hungry."

Jean dusted off her hands. "Burgers?"

Wanda glanced at Natasha. "Pizza?"

Natasha sighed. "Fine."

And just like that, they walked away—leaving no trace of what just happened.

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