A day in the Life interupted by explinations

Kara rose with the morning sun and was showered and dressed before going to check on Bruce. He was down stairs in the hospital gurney with two broken ribs and a mild concussion. Kara kissed him on the forehead and he assured her he was fine. Kara grabbed the charger pack for her earrings and went up to the ground floor for breakfast with Jason and Alfred. Of course, Alfred was complaining about Bruce trying to kill himself… yet again. The local news had items about the Gargoyle attacks in the night and catfight Selina had gotten into. Oil prices were steady, gas prices were trending down with the season and stock market was trading up on jobs news. News from Metropolis was that Lex Corps had gotten a contract to redevelop the former sight Stryker’s Island prison in the river now that the prison had moved to the island in Lake Ontario. That got a lot of suspicion arched eyebrows since everyone there knew Lex was a dirty as any **** cartel boss, but they just hadn’t had a chance to prove it… YET!

*

Kara had dropped off Jason at Gotham Academy and Raven was there waiting for him. They were so cute together. Kara made her way to the first class and spotted the paparazzi waiting to get shots of her outfit of the day. Kara stopped for a second and modeled her grey wool leggings, black wool knee socks, half calf black boots, her green sweater over her black stretch compression top and her leather backpack. Babs was waiting inside the class room and she looked cute in her jeans and “Vampire Princess” t-shirt.

“Paparazzi outside?” Babs asked.

“Oh yeah,” Kara said, “Find anything good in your notes last night?”

“I think I have something…” Babs said, “My dad was up all night concerned about a possible Joker attack.”

“I heard,” Kara said calmly as few class mates sat next to them.

*

Kara was leaving the class when a pink convertible pulled up next to her. The window roled down and a familiar dark-haired woman leaned out looking at Kara.

“Get in,” Lois Lane said, “I have questions.”

“Ah, Miss Lane…” Kara said.

“They are about your cousin,” Lois pulled her shades down, “And about your homeland.”

“Shit,” Kara said before going around to the other side of the car.

*

Kara giggled at Lois in her blonde wig and vinyl trench coat.

“Are you really afraid of being seen with the Gotham Goth Girls?” Kara asked referring to the Social media moniker for her and her friends.

“I’d just not give your dad too much of a reason to be angry that I am here,” Lois said as she scanned the coffee shop.

“Dad? Zor… Oh, Bruce,” Kara said taking a sip of her coffee drink, “The rule is we don’t call Bruce Dad, we are orphans and have memories of our parents, so they are our mom and dad. Bruce is Bruce, our friend and mentor. Besides calling him Uncle Brucie is what really gets on his nerve.”

“You don’t seem to concerned to be out in the open here,” Lois said looking around the coffee shop again.

“As much as I am a Celebrity, I am still a local girl,” Kara smiled, “Besides, don’t you realize who we are having coffee with?”

“What?” Lois asked.

Kara thumbed behind her and made a hand gesture.

“Hay Kara,” came the girls voice.

“Hay Kara,” came the boys voice.

“That’s Jason and Raven, over there is Barry Allen’s methhead, the one over there playing with the straws is Oliver Queen’s understudy,” Kara smiled.

“Relax, this is where Gotham Academy comes to hand out after class,” a boy who was clearly wearing too much spray on tan said as he walked by.

“Garfield Logan,” Kara smiled, “AKA Changling, he is the Doom Patrol’s adopted son. So what do you want to know about Kryptonians?”

“Kryptonians?” Garfield asked.

“Beat it,” Kara gave Garfield her best Bat Glare, “Private conversation.”

“Ah man,” Garfield said as he wandered off.

“Ok, so I spent the long weekend up and Clarks northern holiday place,” Lois said leaning in, “And the servo bots were really weird.”

“Clark has servo bots?” Kara asked.

“Yeah, he said they were locked away in a compartment on his ship… why?” Lois asked.

“My ship didn’t have servo bots,” Kara said.

“Whatever,” Lois said, “Point is for a dinner the bots went crazy and sewed me into five catsuits one on top of the other. Clark didn’t have any answers and when the bots asked him if this was for a formal dinner, he said sort of and then they went back to work. What the hell.”

“I should ask Clark for one of the Servo bots for my birthday,” Kara chuckled, “No. Alfred would kill it and Bruce would dissect the carcass.”

Lois looked at Kara as she laughed to herself.

“Lois, Clark didn’t grow up on Krypton,” Kara said, “I left when I was a kid, but still I remember a lot more about it. Come on. Let’s walk and talk.”

Lois grabbed her stuff and her drink and followed Kara as she walked outside sipping her drink.

“What does that mean?” Lois asked.

“Did you ever hear about the first time I gave Alfred a heart attack?” Kara asked.

“No…” Lois said,

“It was shortly after Barry Allen figured out that I was Clarks cousin and Bruce set that trap that brought you and Cal to Gotham,” Kara said.

“Yeah, he had been carrying around a hundred grand in cash in his back pocket for any information on where you the adorable orphan came from,” Lois said, “Barry Allen got the money?”

“That’s how he paid for his wedding,” Kara said, “Bruce paid for it as a thank you.”

“His wedding was a hundred thousand dollars?” Lois asked.

“No, but the house was worth more from what I found out afterwards,” Kara said, “Not the point. A bit later, Alfred and Bruce had a Wayne family crest t-shirt made just for me and they gave it to me to try and make me feel like I was part of the family. They didn’t understand why I was leaping for joy at something so trivial. To them it was a screen-printed t-shirt. To me, it was them giving me the family crest to wear as part of the family. You know the big S on Clark’s long-johns? Do you know where that comes from?”

“He said it is the Kryptonian glyph for Hope,” Lois said.

“It is also the symbol for the House of El, as in his family’s house and my family’s house,” Kara said before moving her blonde hair out of the way to show off her earrings, “Do you like my earrings?”

Lois looked at the gold studs with the raised edge around them and the hollow in the middle.

“They look nice,” Lois said unsure.

“The hollow circle is the symbol of the House Zee,” Kara said, “My mother’s house. Bruce made them for me.”

“Why not the Hope S shield?” Lois asked.

“Too well known,” Kara said, “He made these with the power dampeners in them so I don’t kill someone when I am upset.”

“Oh, Yeah,” Lois said.

“Point is in Kryptonian society they have a branding thing going. Wearing your house crest is normal,” Kara said, “In fact if you don’t wear your crest it makes people start asking questions. Let me guess the Servo bots made Clark’s long johns.”

“No,” Lois said, “Martha made the first one based on the blanket in with baby Clark.”

“Down this road,” Kara said, “Well back to your catsuits thing, that is also normal for Kryptonian fashion. I am sure you have heard how the Gossip crews call me the Queen of the leggings and other nicknames.”

“I’ve heard some interesting stories about your fashion choices,” Lois said looking at Kara with a look of suspicion, “Is it true you wore a rubber catsuit when Bruce was trying to give an interview when you were fifteen?”

“Yeah, well to me it was normal,” Kara said, “You see all most all Kryptonian fashion is based of a Catsuit of some sort. The more formal, the more the suit is supposed to cover you, and the more formal robes go on over it. Let me show you.”

Kara pointed to the door of a blacked-out store front with the name “Freaks of Gotham LLC” over the door. Lois put her hand on her hip and looked the place over.

“Relax,” Kara said, “You aren’t the first media figure I have brought in here, nor will you be the last.”

Walking in the store was a mish mash of mannequins wearing various fetish outfits. A few were in sexy costumes for the upcoming Halloween. But Lois was surprised at how calm and nonchalant Kara was in here.

“Hay there K,” transwoman said from the counter, “Here to pick up those suits you ordered?”

“Not exactly,” Kara said, “But if they are ready…”

“Sure thing,” the Transwoman said, “How come I never see you wearing these when you go clubbing?”

“Besides Alfred killing me?” Kara asked, “You still have that second of the graduation outfit I ordered?”

“Preserved in glass in back darling,” the Transwoman said, “Let me check on your order.”

“Thanks,” Kara said before leading Lois deeper into the store, “These folks have been making my custom outfits for a while, I have even brought some Hollywood types down here when their handlers decided then needed to be grown up.”

“What?” Lois asked.

“A few of the Mouse’s Pop Tart Princesses were sent to try and run with me before the Mouse sent them to Whacken in Germany to try and make it as a heavy metal front singer,” Kara dismissed the idea, “Here we are. When I ordered this, the crew here were so proud of pulling it off, they made a second to keep and put on display. If I had stayed in the Science Academy, this is the outfit I would have worn for graduation, instead I had to transfer to Saint Agatha’s. But I still ordered this to wear. The rubber tassels in the pony tail are the Girl’s School’s colors of course.”

Lois’ jaw dropped at the black catsuit with the open face hood and the multiple layers of varied opacity rubber over it with intricit detail work over the bust and panels of creating a Greek Colum effect.

“Don’t leave your mouth open too long around here,” the shop keeper said coming over with bundles of clothes, “You might or might not enjoy what gets put in it. I must say, for all the times we talk about making heart stopping outfits, this is the only one that caused a heart attack right here on the shop floor.”

“Heart Attack?” Lois asked.

“Alfred’s third,” Kara said entirely too calm about the statement, “Right by the chair over there.”

“We now advertise that we have an AED on site because of Alfy,” the Transwoman smirked, “How is the old stiff?”

“Still insisting I call him uncle rather than grandpa,” Kara smiled, “Is that the Halloween themed one?”

“Of course, it was the first one we did,” the shop keeper said, “We even did the long jane zip liner and jack-o-latern on the butt flap.”

Lois looked at the upside down U formed by a covered zipper with a series of black triangles forming a face on the butt of the orange catsuit. She was surprised to see the Wayne family crest on the chest when Kara turned the catsuit around in her hands.

“You put the Wayne family crest on there?” Lois asked.

“Sweety here likes to advertise she is part of the Waynes now,” the shopkeeper said, “She has up put that loud and proud on all the catsuits we make for her.”

“And that is how I gave Alfred his first Heart Attack,” Kara said.

“First and Third?” Lois asked, “How did you give him his second?”

“Oh, that was Dick and Babs in the pantry…” Kara smirked.

Lois folded her arms.

“That story I have to hear,” Lois said.

“Mind if I try this on?” Kara asked.

“Go for it,” the shopkeeper said, “You paid for it up front.”

Kara took the Catsuit with her and went to one of the changing rooms. Lois went to follow when the shop keeper coughed to get her attention.

“Is there anything I can show you? Something to get your boyfriend’s attention maybe?” the Shopkeeper asked pointing at some of the outfits, “Your girlfriend maybe?”

“I’m good for now,” Lois said.

“Show her the Bridal selection!” Kara shouted back.

“Engaged? How wonderful! Let me show you the Hen Party, Wedding day and Honey Moon sets!”

*

Kara was smirking and proud as new mother at the red cheeks of embaresment on Lois Lane.

“If I ever get super powers and become a villain, I am going back there to get an outfit to wear when I take my **** on you, Clark and his pervt-bots,” Lois moaned, “How did you ever find that place? I mean you gave Alfred his first heart attack at fifteen? How did you get in the door?”

“Catwoman,” Kara said proudly.

Lois was about to shout something but stopped, crossed her arms and put her face in her hand.

“That actually makes perfect sense,” Lois groaned, “And you find that to be normal for you.”

“Reminds me of home,” Kara said, “I don’t really wear the full suits in public, but they are my version of comfy sweats on a lazy weekend.”

“None of these,” Lois pointed at the bag Kara was carrying, “None of that makes you feel weird in your pants?”

“What?” Kara asked, “You mean like a form of fetish sexual stimulation?”

“Well yeah,” Lois said.

“Only partly,” Kara said, “My big thing is seeing cute guys and girls in skin tight latex outfits… You should have gone with the thong panties.”

“Kid,” Lois snarled, “I am already in a relationship with a nice man.”

Kara skipped down the road.

“I am sure Clark will like your outfit,” Kara giggled, “I have to head out.”

Lois watched as the blonde young lady pranced to the street corner as a Blue Lincoln Navigator pulled up and Barbara Gordon got out moving to the passenger side as Kara tossed her things in the back and got in the driver’s seat.

“Have fun Lois,” Barbara snickered.

*

“Wow,” Jason said as Kara stepped out of her room.

“Calm down boy-oh,” Kara said as she walked past Jason in her catsuit, “Are you going send Raven to me and Cleo at Freaks of Gotham or what?”

“Ahh…” Jason stammered.

“Yeah, go change your underwear,” Kara teased.

Kara turned off the power dampeners in her ear rings and flew down to the cave under the basement.

“Hay Bruce,” Kara said as she landed next to her foster father, “Wow, he’s cute in a geeky way.”

Bruce closed the file with the picture of a young man with glasses and blonde hair. He turned around and scowled at Kara.

“Right, no flying in the house,” Kara went to brush her earrings but they were already on.

“Just because you have powers doesn’t mean you should be using them willy nilly,” Bruce said looking Kara in the eyes, “If there is one legacy Thomas Wayne wanted to imprint on this city it was that people should only use their power to help others, not for personal satisfaction.”

“And Grandpa Thomas would know about that,” Kara said feeling ashamed, “The only saint in Gotham.”

“Kara,” Bruce said, “I know I can be hard at times, but I am trying to teach you discipline, so you can rise above anything. Remember when Donna Troy went nuts over Dick?”

“The Amazon bitch had to sing ‘Im a little teapot’ in a sling in front of the Justice League after I put her in an armbar,” Kara said.

“Exactly,” Bruce said, “You didn’t just muscle your way throw, you had to use strategy and tactics, plan it out and adapt on the fly. You beat an Amazon because you learned to be the better fighter without your powers.”

Kara looked at Bruce.

“Don’t even bother with the puppy dog eyes, you are still grounded,” Bruce turned his seat back to face the monitor, “Tell me what you make of this.”

Bruce brought up a video taken from a security camera. It had three women leave the back of some sort of bar or something and start walking to the entrance of the alley.

“Three ladies getting off shift and heading home?” Kara said, “Might have loose cash from tips.”

The video kept playing and three guys came into view from around the corner of another building.

“Oh yeah,” Kara rolled her eyes, “They are up to no good.”

The three guys rushed and tackled the ladies and stuck pistols in their faces. Then a young girl stepped out from behind a dumpster with a metal curtain rod. She pointed the metal item at the men and said a few words.

“Insulting their manhoods?” Kara mused.

“Such as the are,” Bruce grunted.

The first guy scrambled up and at the white haired young lady and she used the metal pole to knock the pistol from the guy’s hand and then brought it down on the man’s head sending him into the side of the dumpster and night night land.

“Well he is out of the fight for now…” Kara mused.

Another man got up and inched towards the white-haired young woman and brandished his pistol. She spun the curtain rod and knocked the pistol into the air, brought the end down on the man’s head and then caught the pistol in her hand and pointed it at the man.

“That’s one hell of a drum major,” Kara was impressed.

“Keep watching,” Bruce said.

The last guy tried to get up and run but the young woman fired two rounds into the man’s butt and left thigh. From what Kara could see the pistol was jammed with the slide half back and half forward. The young woman jammed the pistol in the closer man’s mouth and punched him in the face. The three women got up and ran. The Young woman pulled off the gloves she had been wearing and stuck them into the thigh pockets of the camouflage combat pants she was wearing.

“I think she is a possible recruit,” Kara said, “The wanton use of **** is a concern…”

“That’s rich coming from the living weapon,” Jason said as he came to the terminal, “She’s hot.”

“She is also prone to excessive ****,” Kara said, “Right up your ally Jay.”

“Actually,” Bruce said as he closed the file and stood up, “She showed considerable restraint.”

“What?” Kara asked.

Bruce turned and pointed a finger at the Wayne family crest on Kara’s chest.

“This family has always been about helping people. Her family has been about killing people…” Bruce said, “Come on, Alfred wants us to have dinner together.”

“She would have to be from a homicidal family to be so callus about shooting someone in the butt,” Kara muttered as she tried to float and turn around, “Oh, right.”

Jason laughed as Kara walked to the elevator.

*

As Kara sped about on her personal batcycle, she wondered about things, who was the guy Bruce had been reading up on and who was that girl? Her commlink went live with a message about a gang fleeing a break in in a Grey VW Jetta… Kara looked over and spotted the Jetta getting on the highway… She would have to act fast before the news choppers came in.

*

“And in a turn of events the get away car bumped into the side of the underpass and loss control. There were only minor injuries according to police…” the TV new announcer stated.

“I have the distinct feeling that wasn’t because of Bullock’s expert offensive driving skills,” Barbara said from her perch in the lazy chair with her laptop.

“Barbara dear,” James Gordon put his hand over his face, “I have already dealt with enough screaming lawyers and conspiracy nut reporters for one day…”

“Maybe you should take a vacation, I hear Aruba is nice this time of year,” Babs said adjusting her glasses.

“Barbara dear,” James said, “I unfortunately can’t just talk Kara Wayne into taking me with her for a week-long trip to any-where in the world. So that isn’t an option.”

“Oh come on,” Barbara smiled closing her laptop, “It’s not like people don’t know there deranged weirdos running around Gotham. Some of us are rather friendly.”

“Oh god did you go shopping with her again?” James asked.

“Dick called asking what I wanted for Christmas,” Barbara smiled as she got up, “So I told him what I wanted, you to have a quite night for once in my life. The circus brat laughed at that, but said he would see what he could figure out with the ‘good boy’ points he had been saving up all year.”

“Good night Barbara,” James said shaking his head.

“Good night Daddy.”