Veronica Cale

In time you put together the plot behind the super science thefts. Veronica Cale, discount Lex Luthor wannabe had been behind it, working a half baked scheme to put together her own mobile super weapon. If the kaiju didn't start as part of the scheme, it sure ended up as one. Stolen from the lab it was contained in and converted into a collosal cyborg. Once cornered she panicked and activated the behemouth early. Even in only a proto-type state, the creature was far more dangerous than it had been before, and all available hands were placed on duty.

"Steel, I need you on anyalyis. Work out how we take this thing down safely! Supergirl, you're on crowd control." You command your key players.

Supergirl, your precious little daughter, holds your gaze for a moment. Quietly she mouths 'thank you, Daddy', relieved to be kept from experiancing another trigger into traumatic history, but as her hand slides over her womb you realise she is also thinking about your child beginning to grow within her.

You split up and the battle begins. You know that you do have the power to destroy the cyber Kaiju, but it's power is such that you don't know how to do so without levelling Metropolis in the process. So until Steel comes through with a strategy, you're on damage control, fighting to keep the beast back from populated areas while Supergirl helps clear out those in harms way.

"What I wouldn't give for the 'Stamina of Atlas' right now..." you grumble, using your aura to hold back yet another wave of Bio-Nuclear destruction.

Later Steel tells you the battle lasted half an hour. It felt like a week. With critical systems failing, the Cyber Kaiju finally collapses to the ground. Your aura feels strained and tired, your costume burnt and torn. The city took some damage, but there are no fatalities being reported. A good job by all.

Slowly you become aware of the crowd chanting your name, the people come out from safety to lavish their thanks upon you for stepping up to save the day once more. You glow with pride at seeing so many people safe, able to still find cheer after such a disaster. How can people such as Veronica Cale live their lives wasting their talents on spreading misery?

Then you pick up Supergirl's aura, moving fast towards you. The teen hearthrob flies full steam at you, crashing into your arms with relief. She looks up at you with beautiful, teary eyes and not a word needs to be said before you embrace and kiss passionately, your capes stirred by the breeze as the crowd explodes and cheers on the public display of affection.

"Well done, Princess." You whisper gently into her ear.

"You were amazing, Daddy," she whispers back, glowing at the taboo of calling you such in public.

"Why don't you two love birds go find a nest somewhere?" Steel comes over the communication line. "I wanna pick this thing apart and clean-up's on the way. Go and get a little RnR, you've earned it."

Oh you've earned something alright.

Grinning, you signal your thanks to Steel. Giving the the crowd and photographers one more dramatic shot to seize, you scoop Supergirl up into your arms like the little Princess she is, kissing her full on the lips once more to the crowds' joy, before taking flight back to your hotel.