Chapter 3: A Super Short Interview
After saving the woman, I spent the rest of the day zipping around the city, doing what I could. As the day grew later, I noticed an increasing amount of criminal activity. I had to stop three more muggings in the past few hours, each time leaving the victims incredibly grateful and awestruck by the fact that they had been saved by an actual superhero.
When night finally arrived, I decided it was time for me to check out the docks at 20th Street.
I flew over to the docks, scanning the area for anything suspicious from the sky. Perhaps with some luck, I could find a lead or something related to the flakka dealers.
"Hurry up!" My super hearing picked up faint voices coming from the docks. "We need to finish loading all the cash," I overheard a man with a slight Russian accent say.
"Why the hell are we rushing and sending our entire year's worth of profits back today?" A different voice, with the same accent, questioned the first. I was quite certain that I had stumbled upon some of the flakka dealers.
"Didn't you see the fucking news, dumbass? It's literally on every station in the whole country! There's an actual freaking superhero in this city! And not that arrow-toting murderer who's killed some of our guys. I'm talking about a real, genuine, bona fide superhero," Guy number one said.
"Yeah," a third voice chimed in, "and she was super hot too. A total bombshell, easily a 10 out of 10." I couldn't help but blush a little at that comment.
"Thank you so much for thinking that about me," I said as I landed right in front of the three men. To say they were shocked would be an understatement.
"Oh shit," the first guy exclaimed when he spotted me.
"Hi, you three. By any chance, do you happen to know where I could find the people smuggling flakka into this city?" I asked, just to gauge their reactions.
"Shit, man, she knows! What do we do?" Guy number one attempted to regain his composure. "Listen here, girly. It doesn't matter if you are a real superhero," he continued, with his Russian accent becoming heavier as he spoke rapidly. "The world works on money, and we've got friends in high places. Even if you bust us, we'll be out by tomorrow morning."
I nodded along, intimately familiar with how corruption works from my previous life. "I know, and perhaps that's why you've got the new mayor on your payroll. That's why I'll be busting him shortly after I bust you three." With a smile and the lightning-fast speed they couldn't hope to track, I swiftly incapacitated the first two thugs.
"Wait, wait a minute," the third one pleaded before I knocked him out as well. "We're just some grunts, you know. The boss is who you really want!"
"Do you have any idea where I can find the flakka kingpin?" I asked him, to which he shook his head fearfully. I figured a lower-level grunt wouldn't have that information. The true drug lords hardly ever show up in person, after all.
But... I looked behind me at the massive yacht. So, this thing supposedly held an entire year's worth of cash, and they wanted to move it all out of the city at once because of little old me? I couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Let's see their drug business suffer a massive blow, losing an entire year's worth of revenue all at once!"
I hopped over to the yacht and landed on its deck. There was a small hatch, so I decided to open it and witness what a year's worth of revenue actually looked like. There were a few locks that I effortlessly snapped apart, and then I pried open it to take a look.
"Holy shit!"
That was... an enormous amount of money. Describing it as a mere stack of cash would be an understatement. The entire bottom of the yacht was overflowing with cash. It would be a real shame if all of it went missing... After all, I couldn't turn it in; the corrupt mayor would simply seize it all for himself and likely disappear to some beach in Costa Rica. No, I had a better use for it. With this money, I could fund my hero career for a long time. Say goodbye to a low-paying day job!
I also noticed several cases that presumably contained flakka. I swiftly gathered all of them before taking flight out of the boat, heading back towards the three unconscious men I had left on the docks. Nonchalantly, I placed all the drug cases next to them as I reached into one of the guys' pockets and retrieved a phone to call 911.
"911, what's your emergency and location?" The dispatcher on the phone inquired.
Clearing my throat, I put on a fake voice. "I'm at the docks on 20th Street, and there are three unconscious guys here surrounded by a whole bunch of drugs. You need to come quickly!"
"Ma'am, can I have your name?" I smashed the phone between my hands. With that taken care of, I needed to make my escape before the police arrived and confiscated all the money.
Returning to the docks, I untied the yacht from its moorings. This next part was going to be a challenge. Not physically a challenge, but more in the sense that it's gonna be super gross and I don't want to do it. I just told myself I'm doing this so I'll never need a day job!
Steeling myself, I took a deep breath and dived into the water, swimming quickly beneath the boat. The water was disgustingly gross and slimy as expected. Unfortunately, water by shipyards is usually repulsive and contaminated with oils!
Placing my hands under the yacht, I exerted my powers and began to lift the entire vessel into the sky! It would take too long to make multiple trips for all the cash. My next destination: Forks.
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-POV Sam Uley-
Sam had experienced an incredibly strange and eventful past 11 days. It all began when he unexpectedly transformed into a werewolf, and then became unable to revert to his human form on his own. It sucked for him big time to say the least. To make matters worse, his wolf form for some reason was also always hungry! As a result, he was compelled to consume an enormous amount of food in his lupine state, resorting to hunting and killing forest animals and devouring them raw… The memories of all that raw meat still make him gag even days later.
However, amidst this chaotic time, he crossed paths with someone extraordinary—Supergirl. She had been making headlines on every news channel in the whole world for the past couple of hours! Everyone who reported on her seemed to have a different theory sparking widespread speculation about her origin and the source of her powers. People everywhere debated whether she was truly a hero or a potential threat.
For Sam, though, none of these speculations mattered because Supergirl was the one who aided him in returning to his human state. She was a bit strange, but she was alright with him. And with his upcoming wedding and plans to move forward with his life, he was eager to put all this supernatural business behind him anyway.
Sam's new enhanced hearing picked up someone coming down his stairs. It was his girlfriend Leah who had stayed over after they had "made up."
"Good morning, Sam," Leah greeted him as she descended the stairs, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek. Despite his sudden disappearance for ten days, he had sincerely apologized to Leah, and his amazing girlfriend had instantly forgiven him. Life was finally falling back into place for Sam Uley, and a sense of normalcy was returning.
"Uh... Sam, why is there an extravagant yacht in your backyard? And, oh my god, is that the new superhero girl?" Leah exclaimed, her eyes widening in surprise.
Sam turned to look out the back window, and sure enough, a massive yacht was nestled in their yard. And there, right at their sliding door, stood Supergirl, waving at him.
Sam found himself uttering a sigh as his normal life vanished before his eyes…
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"Hi, Sam," I said with a smile as he opened the door, a hesitant smile forming on his face. Standing behind him was an incredibly beautiful girl. "And hello, you must be Leah! It's great to meet you too," I waved at her, but she simply stared at me with her mouth agape in surprise.
Leah pointed at me, clearly confused. "You're Supergirl! You were all over the news today! What are you doing here?" she sputtered out.
In response to Leah's question, I turned to Sam. "You didn't tell her?" I asked, knowing from the original story that he had chosen not to disclose the information.
Sam looked slightly ashamed as he glanced to the side. "Tell me what?" Leah asked, her confusion now mixed with frustration.
"Yeah, tell her what!" I mimed jokingly, adding to the tension. 'Ah young love.' Too bad it won't last for them…
Sam sighed and decided to explain. "I met her yesterday, Leah. Some things happened, but it's no big deal," he said, waving his hand nonchalantly. Leah, clearly trusting him, seemed ready to let it go. But that wouldn't be any fun.
"Well, it kind of is a big deal," I chimed in, and Leah's glare returned, directed at Sam.
"Tell me," she said, this time with anger in her voice.
"Fine, you want to know so badly?" Sam asked, to which Leah nodded. "I'm a werewolf, okay!? That's why I was gone for 10 days without telling you. I'm a werewolf!"
Leah looked at both of us, her expression shifting from shock to disbelief. "Fine, if you don't want to tell me, then don't go making up stupid stories," she said, her frustration evident. She clearly did not believe us.
I casually shrugged, "Hate to break it to you, but he's telling the truth. When I met him the other day, he was a full-on wolf, ripping out a grizzly bear's throat. It was pretty graphic, to be honest."
Leah took a moment to process my words before turning to Sam, her glare now softened. "You're a werewolf!" she exclaimed. "When were you planning on telling me?" She asked accusingly.
"Probably never," I answered for Sam before he could respond, earning a glare from him this time.
"I can't believe this!" Leah exclaimed, her emotions running high. "We're supposed to get married soon. We can't be keeping secrets like this from each other!"
"Leah, I..." Sam started, his expression filled with sadness. "I didn't know how to tell you," he finished, his voice filled with regret. Leah's expression softened upon hearing his apology.
"If it helps," I cut in, "then Leah over there is also a werewolf."
"What!?" they both exclaimed simultaneously.
"Yeah, I have pretty much all the super senses, and I can smell that you're giving off a faint wolf scent, just like Sam over there," I lied about the latter part. Leah smelled completely normal, but I knew she would eventually transform, so one little lie shouldn't be a big deal in this scenario.
Leah slumped down in shock at the revelation. "Our tribal stories... I always thought our elders were full of shit when they said we were descended from wolves..."
"To be honest, I don't see why you're so upset," I remarked. "You're basically being bestowed with superpowers and super good looks. You've hit the genetic lottery!" I said to both of them. I then noticed Leah, who appeared deep in thought observing Sam. Maybe she was looking for any changes?
"Well," Leah began, observing him closely, "he does look a bit bigger, maybe slightly taller?" She questioned herself. "Sam's weight has always fluctuated since he occasionally bodybuilds, so I usually don't notice changes in muscle definition." She trailed off at the end.
"Huh?" It seemed that Sam had the smallest physical change among the werewolves because he was already muscular. It was more noticeable in the younger tribe members, as they were all short and skinny, I suppose.
"Why don't we table this discussion for the future, anyway?" I suggested. "I'm sure you might be wondering why there's a giant yacht in your yard." I asked, to which Sam gave me a glaring nod.
"Well, why don't we go inside and find out?" I said slyly, noticing their confused expressions.
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"Holy fucking shit!" Leah exclaimed, her eyes fixated on the small mountain of cash hidden within the boat. Sam looked at me accusingly.
"Hey," I said, offended, "I didn't steal this money."
"Really?"
"Okay, well, I did," I confessed, facing his glare, "but I stole it from a drug lord! I couldn't turn it in to the authorities because the Star City local government is in the drug lord's pocket, and the money would eventually find its way back to the drug lord anyway," I explained, speculating on that part, but with a high likelihood of it being true.
"There's got to be at least 100 million dollars here!" Leah exclaimed.
"Pretty insane, right?" I said.
"So what are you going to do with all this money?" Sam asked.
"Well, eventually, I wanted to put it in the bank," I explained, "and I was also wondering if you knew anyone who could help me establish a new legitimate identity or something. I definitely don't want this pile of money just sitting around for anyone to take, just like I did..." I worked hard to steal this money after all! It took me like a whole hour to fly this boat all the way to Forks while making sure not to accidentally drop it!
Sam pondered for a moment before explaining that he did, in fact, know someone who could provide me with a completely legitimate ID. He mentioned that it would be quite expensive, but with all this cash, it wouldn't be an issue. Sam offered to sort everything out for a small cut of the money. I waved him off and told him I was planning to give him and his tribe around 10% anyway. They deserved at least that much, especially since they would be hunting down vampires for the next couple of years, constantly patrolling every night, unable to maintain regular jobs.
Leah looked deeply touched. "You're really going to donate $10 million to our tribe? Do you have any idea how much money that is!? How many lives will change!?" She then ran up to me, tears in her eyes, and hugged me tightly, on the verge of crying.
"It's okay," I said, standing there and patting her back. "Sam was one of the first people who really helped me out, and you all definitely deserve it," I said as she continued to sniffle into my shoulder. "Oh yeah," I added honestly, "and after that, you guys can keep the yacht too. I don't really know what to do with it..."
Leah giggled, "Who cares about the yacht when you just gave our tribe $10 million."
"Well," Sam said, inspecting the boat closely, "I think this thing is actually worth a couple million dollars itself." I burst into laughter at that revelation. The drug lord had been using a multimillion-dollar yacht to smuggle out $100 million. Either that was completely insane or absolutely genius—I couldn't decide.
We continued talking for a bit longer as I hammered out my new ID details with Sam. Eventually though I let out a yawn. It had been a long day in retrospect.
It was approaching midnight, and fatigue started to wash over me. I asked Sam if I could crash at his place again, and he said it was fine, that I could stay there anytime I wanted. I also inquired about how long it would take for me to obtain legitimate identification, and he informed me that with the capital I had and the person he knew, it should only take a couple of days. After speaking to the 'identity guy on the phone' Sam informed me that they would set me up as some kind of European heiress who had tragically lost her entire family and inherited a vast fortune or whatever. Sam seemed confident, so I left it all in his hands.
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I decided to sleep in the next morning and simply enjoy myself. I had discovered that crime wasn't exactly thriving between the hours of 6:00 a.m. to noon anyway.
As noon approached, I donned my costume and flew towards Star City. This time, I slipped some money into my boot for when I got hungry. No more begging for me—I was rich now!
As I flew over the city, I noticed an unusually large number of pedestrians roaming around compared to the day before. I wondered if there was a parade or some special event happening. However, as I listened in, I realized it wasn't a parade; it was closer to a full-blown riot! The city was flooded with people from all over, who had rushed there overnight to catch a glimpse of the world's first superhero... me.
"Oh boy, this is going to be an experience," I muttered to myself as I descended closer to the city.
"Oh my god, there she is!" Someone exclaimed, pointing towards the sky.
"We love you, Supergirl!"
"Supergirl! Supergirl! Supergirl!" The crowd, tens of thousands strong, began chanting loudly. They held signs, banners, and foam fingers with my name on them. It had only been a day... it was as if they had just encountered an alien. Well, technically, they had, but they weren't supposed to know that yet!
I flew down, hovering about 20 feet above the crowd. "Hello, everyone!" I shouted, trying to project my voice.
"Supergirl, can I have a quick interview, please? The people are desperate to learn more about you!" I spotted a pretty blonde reporter pushing her way through the packed crowd to get closer to me. Her cameraman followed diligently behind her. I figured this might be as good a time as any for a quick interview. With this massive crowd, I had a feeling I wouldn't be doing much crime-fighting today.
I swooped down closer to the reporter, extending both my hands to her and her cameraman. "Grab on," I told them. She hesitated for a moment before a smirk formed on her face, and she grabbed my hand, followed by the reluctant-looking cameraman. With them secure in my grip, I gently levitated with them in hand and flew to the roof of a tall building a few blocks away. I could see the crowds doing their best to follow us, so this had to be a quick interview before we were swarmed by all the excited onlookers.
"Whew!" the blonde reporter swiped her brow. "Flying like that was exhilarating."
"Whatever you say, Cat," the cameraman sarcastically said, looking like he was doing his best not to puke.
"Sorry about that," I scratched my head. "I just figured it would be easier to do a quick interview away from that massive crowd before they swarmed us in excitement," I explained, and she nodded in agreement.
"We better start, then. Get that camera rolling, Steve!" He did as instructed and gave her a thumbs-up.
"Okay, then. This is Catherine Grant reporting live with the Daily Planet News Network. Today, we have the first-ever exclusive interview with the world's first superhero, Supergirl!"
"Wait, live?" I questioned, shocked. "This is live right now?" She nodded at me. "Okay, then. I'm just standing... well, hovering... in front of a crowd of tens of thousands. What's a few million more?"
"So, Supergirl," Cat started, "I guess the first question on everyone's mind is: Are you really a superhero? Do you actually have superpowers, or is it some sort of technology powering your suit or something?"
She stared at me intently.
"Wow, going right for the hard stuff, huh?" I scratched my cheek, and she grinned at me. "To answer your questions, yes, I do consider myself a superhero," I said with a bright smile towards the camera. "It's always been my dream to be something greater, to make a difference out there. And yes, I do have real powers, and my costume isn't really anything special." That wasn't entirely true; it was made of nigh-indestructible alien material, but I wasn't going to mention that.
She nodded at my answer. "And may I ask how you got your powers?"
I shook my head. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to pass on that one."
"Worth a shot asking, I suppose," she said with a wry smile. "Are there other people out there with superpowers that you know of? Will there be other superheroes like you?"
I sighed at that question, and she, along with everyone watching, picked up on it. "Yes, there are quite a few people out there with powers," I admitted, shocking the whole world. Talk about a few short words changing the entire interview.
"R-really?" she sputtered out. "How come we've never found out about them?"
"It could be that they're just really well hidden, or maybe the government has covered up their existence? Either way, it's not really anyone's business whether someone has powers or not," I said, shocking her once again. "Just because someone has powers doesn't mean they have to use them if they don't want to. And just because someone doesn't have powers doesn't mean they can't be a hero either."
"So, do you think we're going to see more superheroes come forward in the future?"
I smiled at that. "I certainly hope so," I said. "But I hope that if they do, they follow some form of moral code. There's a difference between being a hero and being a vigilante, after all."
"And what would your moral code be?" Cat asked, intrigued.
I spoke without hesitation. "For me, it's that I won't kill unless in the most dire circumstances. Heroes should never be judge and jury, but they also can't afford to hesitate if innocent lives are in imminent danger." She nodded in agreement. It seemed like she agreed, as I assumed most people would... except maybe Batman if he ever emerges as a hero in this world, and maybe my cousin in the future. I definitely won't hesitate against future villains and let an Injustice world come to pass though.
"I think most people can agree with that kind of code," Cat said. "I know we're short on time, so before we go, there's just one last thing I want to ask you. It's-"
*Rumble, rumble, rumble*
Cat was cut off by a loud rumble coming from the sky. "Oh my god!" Cat shouted as we looked up. Barreling towards the city was a passenger airplane, both of its wings on fire! It looked like it was going to crash near the crowded streets where thousands of people were gathered! Panic and shouts filled the air as people saw the impending disaster.
"Sorry, gotta go," I said, taking off and flying towards the flaming plane. As I zipped closer, I could see terrified passengers inside through the windows. Matching my velocity with the plane's, I flew underneath it and placed my hands against its bottom frame. With all my strength, I heaved myself upwards, attempting to stop the plane from crashing. The plane was heavy! This was the greatest test of my powers yet, and it was much heavier than that yacht. Slowly but surely, I brought the plane to a complete stop, hovering in the air. I held the entire weight a few hundred feet off the ground! With another heave, I turned with the massive burden on my shoulders, slowly flying the plane towards the nearest clearing.
The cheers of thousands of people echoed throughout the city. The passengers on the plane, unaware of my presence beneath it, were hilariously confused but still grateful that they weren't facing certain death!
Fortunately for me and the people on the still burning plane, everyone in the city was parading in the streets. Leaving the local park free and clear. I hovered over the flattest grassy area in the park and gradually lowered myself and the plane until it finally touched down on the grass!
The crowd that had filled the streets now flooded into the park, celebrating. People were cheering so loudly it was crazy. With the plane safely on the ground I flew up to each burning wing before taking a deep breath and exhaling. The flames on the wings were put out as they frosted over from my breath. Everyone witnessing me display a new superpower just cheered even more.
Everyone was safe, and I could hear numerous sirens approaching in the distance. There was nothing more for me to do here, so with a smiling wave to the screaming crowds and the shocked passengers staring at my hovering form from the plane's windows, I took off into the sky, heading back to Sam's place to catch some much-needed rest.
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-Interlude-
POV unknown:
"She is going to be a problem," a man hidden from view by a bright light spoke out.
"Have you ever encountered anything like her among all the metahumans that have emerged over the generations?" His current assistant and one of his many daughters asked the man.
The man pondered for a moment. Supergirl's display of strength was astounding. That plane must have weighed a couple hundred tons, and its weight was only amplified by its plummet from the sky, yet she was able to catch it effortlessly. It was both astounding and problematic for him.
"There was a being who possessed a similar level of power long ago. He was known as Teth-Adam, and he used his abilities to rule his own nation. Strangely, one day he simply vanished, never to be seen again."
"And you were not responsible for his disappearance?"
"...No," the man reluctantly admitted. "While he was active during his reign, I had to lay low and bide my time. There was no feasible way for me to defeat him, unfortunately. What shook me the most about that man, however, was that like myself, he was also unaging. If the same holds true for this Supergirl, then something will have to be done about her sooner rather than later, because I don't expect such a miracle as Teth-Adam's disappearance to occur a second time..."
"Then we will need to discover her weakness. After all, no matter how powerful, every being has one."
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-Interlude-
POV: Bruce Wayne
Bruce Wayne was seated in the grandeur of Wayne Manor's library, a glass of scotch clasped in his hand, his gaze locked onto the mesmerizing dance of the flames in the fireplace. As the silence grew, it was interrupted by a gentle knock on the large wooden door, followed by the entrance of his loyal butler, Alfred.
"Sir, you've been sitting here for quite some time now. Is there something on your mind?" Alfred inquired, his eyes filled with concern.
Bruce turned his gaze from the fire, "I was thinking, Alfred... about her... Supergirl. The superhero who…came out to the world, and they adore her." He said with a touch of envy.
"Indeed, Mr. Wayne. She has become quite the sensation. An symbol of hope for the public," Alfred agreed, his tone reflecting his understanding.
"I've been doing what I can to help this city, quietly, but... maybe it's time to do more. To be more," Bruce proposed, his words echoing in the spacious room.
Alfred raised his eyebrows, a note of surprise in his voice, "And what does that mean, Master Bruce? You're not considering... revealing yourself, are you? Weren't you satisfied with simply being a nameless vigilante."
Bruce sighed, leaning back in his chair, "I mean... I was, but maybe it's just not enough. This city needs something. It needs a real symbol. Like Supergirl, but not her...Gotham needs something different."
"I'm not sure I follow, sir," Alfred confessed, leaning forward with interest.
Bruce took a deep breath, "Maybe it's time for me to become a symbol too. A beacon. I could call myself... Manbat!"
A pause fell upon the room. Alfred grimaced slightly, quickly composing himself, "I appreciate the sentiment, Master Bruce. But... Manbat? It doesn't sound very... intimidating."
Bruce defended his thought, "But it captures what I am. A man, yes, but more... A creature of the night. It's fitting."
"I see your point, sir, but perhaps we should think on the name a bit more. Something that instills fear in the hearts of criminals. After all, bats are naturally feared creatures. Perhaps instead of Manbat... What about... Batman?" Alfred suggested cautiously.
Bruce's face softened as he considered Alfred's proposal, "Batman... Yes, that does have a certain ring to it."
"I'm glad you agree, Master Bruce. And remember, it's not just about becoming a symbol, but staying true to why you started this path in the first place - for justice," Alfred reminded him.
"You're right, Alfred. As always. Batman... for justice," Bruce affirmed, a newfound resolution forming in his eyes.
As he turned back to the flames of the fireplace, deep in contemplation, Alfred quietly exited the room, leaving Bruce alone with the echo of their weighty conversation. Maybe he could find a way to contact this Supergirl in the future…
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