Superwoman: Multiverse Of Madness

Part 1

Kent farm.
Smallville, Kansas.
2022.

The atmosphere at the peaceful home of the Kents felt cold. But the good kind. Cold that felt sincere and just right for mornings.

Martha Kent woke up and went for the kitchen. It was time for her to make breakfast for herself and Athin, her daughter.

It's just been the two of them ever since Jonathan passed away.

"Athin, sweetie. It's time to wake up. You have a wedding to go to, remember?" Martha said, and raised her voice a bit. Only enough for Athin to hear through her 'super hearing'.

Then she went up to the kitchen and found an empty plate. Food remains were stained on it. Athin already ate.

"Mom." Martha heard her voice from behind then turned to face her daughter, who sported a fancy tuxedo of black. Just not too fancy, as it was your average tux.

"Ta-dah?" Athin raised her shoulders and hands, showing off to her mother. And with a cheeky smile.

Martha sighed of surprise. "Sure you don't wanna go there in a dress?" She said.

Athin chuckled. "Mom, I don't have anyone to impress." She said. "No time for boys. Especially with college--and work on the way."

"Alright, then. You washed it?" Martha said.

"Yeah." Athin said as she looked into a handheld mirror. Then she re-adjusted her tie. "I'll be back in a jiffy, Mom. Don't let any strangers in." She said.

Martha scoffed. "I used to always tell you that whenever your Pa and I went on dates." She said.

"Carrying on the legacy, Ma. Except I'm not going on a date." Athin smirked.

Her mother shook her head as she laughed. "When are you gonna find the one?" She said.

"Oh, Mom. Not now." Athin chuckled as she headed out. "See you."

When she got outside and into the open fields of Kansas. Athin's feet lifted off the ground, then she flew up, up, and away. Heading to Metropolis for her friend's wedding. Almost forgot her surgical mask, though.

Hours passed. Then she was sat with everybody else at the church--few feet away from eachother, and awaited for the wedding to begin.

She was quiet on her seat. Then bared the presence of a man scooting over and sat on the spot close to her.

Side-eyed. She identified a man in his twenties. He seemed familiar.
Guy on TV? No, he wasn't just a guy. He was that astronaut. Hank Henshaw.

"Hank Henshaw?" Athin gazed over him.

"Looks like you've heard of me, kid." He said.

"Yeah, of course. How do you know Lois?" She said. That was the name of her friend, who was older than her.

"High school. Classmate. You?" He asked.

"High school, too. I mean--when she reported at our school." She said.

"I see." He said.

As the conversation grew a tad bit awkward due to the silence. She was running out of things to say.

"Yeah. So---how have you been holding up?" Athin said.

Henshaw was quiet for a few seconds until, "since... what?" He asked.

"I..." Athin said. She couldn't bare to bring up his trauma. Actually, she knew she shouldn't have asked something like that in the first place.

Three years ago, General Zod---the kryptonian warlord and his forces invaded. The city of Metropolis was risked, and many lives were lost.