My Name is Kara Zor-El....and I am SuperGirl

I Will Put My Life On The Line For Them

Absolute horror engulfs me as I sway on my feet and try to find my balance.

I feel arms rush forth to hold me tight and tilt my head away from what I was looking at.

It didn't matter though.

I saw, on a molecular level, what was going on.

And it was absolutely horrifying.

I dig my face deeper into Nightwing's chest as I fought to compose myself.

Bile rises rapidly in my stomach and I fight for my life to keep it at bay.

"Oh good God," M'gann softly cries next. Her hands shoot up to cover her mouth as I hear her heart rate spike.

It was very telling that the women in the room were more affected than the men.

But there was no time to be an annoying feminist about it right now.

There will be plenty of time for that later.

After I've made sure that Andrea and Runehilda are safe.

Taking a mighty deep breath, I gently push myself away from Nightwing and go back to stand in front of the woman and child. Defiantly turning my stance on Bruce.

"You can't." I say to him with so much force "We can't."

I was ready to throw my life on the line for this. I would fight everyone in this room and throw their lives on the line as well just to save this family.

I do not know where these violent protective urges came from, but I wasn't about to question it right now.

It was getting the job done effectively.

I see Batman's heart constrict.

As if he was fighting his own internal battles as well.

I am just as surprised to be reminded as you are that he indeed actually has a heart.

Or at the very least a semi-functioning one.

I feel my composure continue to crack and break as I wait for this man to develop basic empathy.

"For the love of God, if you STILL don't trust her or the situation, we have a fucking Martian with us right now!! Just read her damn mind and be done with it!!" I seethe.

"I'm truly getting worried with how much you curse Kara," Superman interject.

"If annoying things didn't keep happening, I wouldn't curse so much!!" I countered. "And also blame Nightwing. He taught me all of these."

"WHAT!?"

"Miss Martian," Batman cuts Nightwing off from going into a defensive rant and turns to stand somewhat menacingly in front of her.

But to be fair, when doesn't the man just stand around menacingly?

"Please read the woman's mind, but ask for her consent first to ensure adequate cooperation."

"Whoa, Batman asks for consent? Colour me surprised." I openly grumble for all to hear.

Superman's jaw dropped.

"You're just fully committed to being a bitch today, aren't you?" Nightwing humorously asked as he tentatively stands beside me, between me and Batman.

"At the end of the day, I'm indestructible. And none of y'all are carrying kryptonite." I sass back.

"Unfortunately," Batman sighs at my response.

I feel my skin prickle and keep further aggravating or provoking comments to myself.