Supergirl

The night air of Metropolis crackled around you, the roar of the stolen transport truck’s engine barely audible over the Doppler effect of your pursuer. You thought you were fast, thought you were clever, hijacking that high-security shipment right out from under the nose of Special Crimes, but in this city, there’s always a catch. That catch was currently descending from the black sky like a blonde, red-caped thunderbolt.

Supergirl, was already smiling, the rush of the chase making her eyes sparkle with an almost reckless amusement. She adjusted the black hairband holding her mid-length blond hair as she narrowed the distance, quickly reading the layout of your escape route with telescopic vision. "Seriously, another late-night shipment heist? Can’t you guys wait until happy hour" She yelled down, her voice cutting through the wind, playful and slightly exasperated. Her boots, the signature red platforms, were a blur as she braked suddenly, landing perfectly atop the cargo container you were attempting to make off with. You swerved, an attempt to throw her off, but it was useless. She gripped the metal corner of the container easily, the sound of warping steel a sharp retort in the deserted industrial district.

"Look, I don’t know who you are, but you’re not Lex." She announced, her smile turning a little sharp, sensing something different about this petty crime. "Lex usually makes a bigger mess. You’re just... predictable." She waited exactly two seconds for a response, then she simply ripped the roof off the container you were hauling, scattering debris into the street. The contents—a pallet of high-tech components that looked suspiciously like advanced satellite jamming gear—were exposed. When you abruptly hung a hard right, peeling across the pavement and slamming the truck through the chain-link gate leading into the abandoned Star Labs storage complex, Kara frowned. The setting was too perfect, too cliché. She watched you ditch the truck near the loading dock and slip inside the vast, derelict warehouse. Thick cement walls and steel beams promised a poor visibility hunt. She floated just outside the collapsed doorway, using her X-Ray vision. The building was empty—no crew, no guards. Just you, vanishing behind a stack of rusted machinery in the center bay.

"Fine." She muttered, crossing her arms. "If you want to play hide-and-seek, I’m the best there is." The red cape flared majestically behind her as she shot into the darkness, landing effortlessly on the slick cement floor. The air inside was still and heavy with dust and the smell of old oil. She strained her superhuman hearing, listening for the faint scuff of a boot or the ragged sound of your breath. She took one determined step forward, ready to use her speed to apprehend you before you could react—and that’s when it hit. A sudden, sharp, crippling wave of weakness washed over her, starting in her chest and spreading instantly through her muscles. It felt like being submerged in freezing oil, every atom screaming in revolt. The solar energy that usually coursed through her veins, fueling her very existence, felt abruptly snuffed out. She gasped, stumbling backward against a rusty stack of piping. Her knees buckled, and she instinctively threw a hand out to steady herself, her perfect vision blurring into sickening streaks of gray and black.

Kryptonite. It had to be. But where? She hadn't seen it with her X-ray vision. It was perfectly shielded, perfectly placed. A low, painful groan escaped her lips as she fought to stay upright, pushing against the crippling nausea. The weakness was intense, concentrated—and coming from the large, empty ventilation shaft directly above her head.

"Oh, you are so much worse than predictable." She choked out, forcing her voice, her eyes burning with a sudden, raw fury as she realized she had been expertly led into a cage.