Bruce used the console, unaware it carried further subliminal messaging.

After some brief consideration and regathering of her bearings, Bruce decided to examine the room’s console. She reasoned that she may be able to use it to access the Fortress of Solitude’s systems, or at the very least using the English learning program would give her an excuse to use English again.

The console booted up upon touch and she was met by a robotic voice.

“Recognized; Kara Zor-El.”

It seemed she was already in the system. Or rather, ‘Kara’ was. A series of lights flashed from the screen into Bruce’s vision as the console started up, these lights specially designed to stimulate certain sections of her brain.

A subtle euphoric sensation tickled her brain as she once again heard of the name Kara. The feeling continued as she took a seat and now instinctively crossed her legs and leaned back in a rather feminine manner, the screen took all her focus away from her other actions.

“Welcome, Kara Zor-El. Your cousin, Kal-El, has installed a fifty-part Kryptonian-to-English interactive lesson series for you to access.”

The names caused the fuzziness to grow, but she managed to keep a mostly clear head. Bruce ignored the prompt from the computer and instead began investigating how much access this console granted her.

~Smile, Kara!~ ~Be Bubbly, Kara!~ ~Be Cheerful, Kara!~ ~Smile, Kara!~ ~Giggle, Kara!~ ~Laugh, Kara!~ ~Smile, Kara!~

Those words, all written in Kryptonian, were subliminally flashed alongside euphoria stimulating lights as Bruce continued to search fruitlessly for any method to either contact the outside world or at least view the data gathered from the ship which transformed her. Her expression, one of typical grim focus often found on the Batman which now looked odd on the face of the young blonde, slowly shifted into something more akin to a bubbly grin as she continued looking through the console.

~Smile, Kara!~ ~Be Bubbly, Kara!~ ~Be Cheerful, Kara!~ ~Smile, Kara!~ ~Giggle, Kara!~ ~Laugh, Kara!~ ~Smile, Kara!~

“At least Clark was wise enough to not give a stranger complete access to his base’s systems. Not that it helps be in this instance…”

She considered attempting to hack it, but such a task would be too high-risk. Her knowledge of Kyptonian technology was more limited than she would have preferred, and if caught there was little chance of her being able to escape. Of course, she supposed she could always deflect by claiming to be an overcurious young girl, the image of the boyscout having to play the disciplinarian with his younger cousin almost caused Bruce to giggle before she shook off the strange urge.

~Respect your cousin, Kal!~ ~Kal protects you, Kara!~ ~Kal is family~ ~Kal is your cousin!~ ~It is rude to pry, Kara!~ ~Be a good girl, Kara!~

The flashing was causing a mild dizziness to build up at the back of her head, and so she decided to drop any plans of hacking for the moment and instead focus on what she was allowed to use. She should probably respect K- Clark’s privacy anyway. What caught her attention next was a gallery of images titled ‘Mementos of Home’. Curious, she clicked on them and found the room overtaken by a holographic display of cycling images of what she could only assume of Krypton.

~Home!~ ~Kara’s Home!~ ~Krypton~ ~Kara of Krypton~ ~Home~ ~Smile, Kara!~ ~Be Bubbly, Kara!~ ~Be Cheerful, Kara!~ ~Smile, Kara!~ ~Giggle, Kara!~ ~Laugh, Kara!~ ~Smile, Kara!~ ~Smile at home, Kara!~

Bruce rubbed her eyes, the flashing lights also causing them to become water as a large smile broke out on her face. Krypton was far more beautiful than Ka-... Clark…had ever described, and she was impressed by how the hologram was realistic enough to make her feel nostalgic for a place she had never been. She found herself doing nothing but just sit and relax for sometime as she watched the images go by.

~Smile, Kara!~ ~Be Bubbly, Kara!~ ~Be Cheerful, Kara!~ ~Smile, Kara!~ ~Giggle, Kara!~ ~Laugh, Kara!~ ~Smile, Kara!~

Eventually she dismissed the holograms and returned to the main menu of the console, with little other options she decided finally that she should at least check out that language learning program. If only to avoid unwanted questions from Kal… er Clark… when he eventually returned and checked in on her.

The program booted up, and another series of images flashed in her head as the learning questions and activities popped into her view.

~Think Kryptonian, Kara!~ ~Speak Kryptonian, Kara!~ ~Thinking in Kryptonian makes you feel bubbly!~ ~Speaking Kryptonian makes you feel happy!~ ~Smile, Kara!~ ~Be Bubbly, Kara!~ ~Be Cheerful, Kara!~ ~Smile, Kara!~ ~Giggle, Kara!~ ~Laugh, Kara!~ ~Smile, Kara!~

“I uh… why is this so difficult…”

While her mind was a bit too dizzy to fully realize it, the learning program was having the opposite of its stated effect as the longer Bruce used, the hazier her grasp of the English became. Meanwhile, the language of Krypton, hardwired into her neurons by the initial transformation, was only strengthening. Bruce Wayne was fluent in multiple languages and English was of course her first, yet with the current conditioning her brain struggled to register any written input which was not Kryptonian.

~English is weird!~ ~Earth is weird!~ ~Think Kryptonian, Kara!~ ~Speak Kryptonian, Kara!~ ~Smile, Kara!~ ~English is hard!~ ~Earth is frustrating!~ ~Pout, Kara!~ ~Think Kryptonian, Kara!!~ ~Speak Kryptonian, Kara!~ ~Krypton is home, Kara!~

“Ugh! This is impossible…!” she exclaimed suddenly, all her words pouring out in thick Kryptonian. Before, her Kryptonian may have sounded awkward or **** to an attentive listener who was not also being mentally conditioned, but now it was as natural as breathing.

The English words on the screens flashed by, coming more and more akin to gibberish as they did. Stupid language.

Bruce frowned and shook her head. She usually had more resolve than this, and more capability to learn new languages… and English was of course not a new language to her. She narrowed her eyes on the screen, another subliminal message flashing through her brain as she did. Such foreign letters… those couldn't be English.

~English is weird!~ ~Earth is weird!~ ~Think Kryptonian, Kara!~ ~Speak Kryptonian, Kara!~ ~Smile, Kara!~ ~Earth is boring!!~ ~English is boring!~ ~Krypton is thrilling, Kara!~ ~Think Kryptonian, Kara!!~ ~Speak Kryptonian, Kara!~ ~Krypton is home, Kara!~

Kal must’ve gotten his program mixed up. He was probably so overworked trying to accommodate the sudden arrival of his ‘cousin’ that he made a little mistake in setting up the language learning program. The image of such a strong and intelligent Kryptonian champion making such a menial mistake was actually somewhat amusing, and she could not help but giggle at the thought.

She closed the program and made a mental note to ask Kal about it later. Anyway it didn’t seem too important anyway. Plotting an escape seemed like a distant objective now, the euphoria storming through her brain making it difficult to focus on such a long-term concept when there was so much attention-drawing stimuli in her immediate vicinity.