Ra's al Ghul

“Damn it,’ Kara swears with her usual irreverent tone as she looks over her jury-rigged tattered outfit, “just call me Shanna the She-Devil.” Her costume is so damaged Kara is **** to cast her red cape aside. In order to barely cover her ample breasts she rips her bodysuit in two so to use the cloth that use to cover her abdomen to patch the chest region. The buxom heroine is now wearing what looks like a ragged white long sleeve sports bra with a matching bikini bottom. Power Girl’s blue boots, gloves and belt, however remain intact.

Looking around the dense foreboding jungle the Kryptonian pushes against a tree to see if any of her super strength has returned; it hasn’t. “I wonder how often this happens to Clark.” She jokes, masking the concern that her powers should have started to return by now.

Completely lost, Kara tries to keep a straight path hoping she will be able to fly soon. After traveling for about an hour through the dense undergrowth swatting flies and swearing about the heat the beautiful blonde sits down on a rock to clear her head.

“Fuck.” Kara shakes her hand in pain after hitting the ground to test her powers again. “What was that beam Metallo hit me . . .” her mutterings are cut off middle sentence by the sound of a far off gun shot.

Instinctively Power Girl leaps up to fly to the sound, when she hits the ground a second later she decides a little stealth might be in order. “I’m Batman.” She quips under her breath getting down on her hands and knees as she closes in on the source of the sound.

Coming to the edge of a cliff Kara peers down on a camp of about two dozen men and several tents about 25 feet below her.

“Poachers?” She ponders wishing she had her enhanced senses.

“By Rao.” Her eyes go wide as a tall aristocratic man with a dark green cape emerges from the largest tent.

“Ra's al Ghul, what the hell is he doing here?!” Kara mutters as she watches a scared looking mercenary approach and bow before the master villain. Straining forward Power Girl can just make out their conversation.

“My lord,” the thug’s voice trembles, “I have bad news, the robot has failed; he was destroyed by the Power Girl.”

“Hmm, that is most displeasing.” The warlord coldly states. “There will be a reckoning with the Dictator of Latveria for supplying Ra's al Ghul with faulty equipment, but first the main task at hand. Did the machine at least hit the Kryptonian with its primary weapon?”

“I believe it did my lord.” The guard answers. “The Power Girl’s body is probably lying on the jungle ground.”

“For your sake, it better be.” The Demon's Head commands. “Break camp, prepare the search parties, I will have the Kryptonian.”