Reincarnated as Supergirl (YJ / Kara Zor-El (Comics))

Chapter 51

Pushing her chair away from the table, Kara squinted her eyes and stared at the patch of skin, her improved vision allowing her to see every pore, every defect. It seemed the tone still wasn't perfect, but everything else looked good.

She wasn't exactly a medical expert, but the AI had done the majority of the work and it was easy enough to follow instructions, her muscle control guaranteeing she wouldn't make any mistakes during the transplant.

Really, Kara would have normally taken more time to study some more or found an expert for anything more complicated but, while the wound was large, it had been mostly cosmetic.

Grabbing the solar lamp at the side, she adjusted the focus and pushed it closer to the skin, bombarding the new transplant with sunlight until even she couldn't see the difference.

Turning off the device, she turned off the operating table and smiled towards the hero leaning on the wall. "It's done. He should wake in a few minutes."

"Thanks. His mother was about to kill me," the Flash said. "The kids didn't even notice how deep the wound was until they got back to the mountain."

Kara was barely able to follow his movements with her head as the man dashed towards the side of the bed, leaning over his protégée and checking his face.

"Anything wrong?"

"Nope, looks good to me," the Flash said and shook his head in exasperation. "You know, he really wanted to keep the scar, but it was a little too visible."

"Hard to keep a secret identity when he shows up with thirty stitches in his cheek," she nodded. Another good reason to use full-face masks.

Wally's wound would have healed completely... Eventually. His accelerated healing factor made sure of that, but Cheshire had hurt him enough that it would take months, time in which anybody could notice he had gotten a VERY large scar at the exact same time as Kid Flash.

"Still, sad to admit, but having to fix it was a shame. The kid looked badass with that scar," Flash said, a smile on his face as he leaned against the operating table.

Getting up from her chair, Kara scratched an itch on her prosthetic leg and cracked her neck. "You know, I thought you guys would be angrier about this?"

"I mean, don't be mistaken, we are angry they got hurt," Flash said, scratching at his exposed face with a finger. "But we're also really proud. Their coordination was something else and they achieved every objective despite the surprises. I didn't even know Deathstroke had a psychotic daughter."

Kara nodded in agreement, she had seen the recordings and the operation had gone about as well as anyone could hope for.

With a snap of her finger, two Karabots walked into the room, the robots working in perfect synchrony to put away everything she had used for the operation. "Still, is the League gonna let them continue after this?"

"Ugh, those things give me the creeps," Flash shivered, giving both robots a wary glance. "Anyways, you think we can stop them now? After they got their first successful mission? I'm just glad they're smart enough to accept our supervision. Besides, those emergency teleports you gave them take a huge worry off my chest and it's not like they haven't gotten hurt in patrols before. Thanks for that, by the way."

"Huh, you're welcome," a third Karabot walked into the room, a plate with some snacks in its hands. After getting blasted by the demons, Kara's hunger was finally getting back to normal.

"Speaking of coordination," Flash said, using his speed to steal a handful of her food before she could react. "The League is planning on starting some exercises to help with that, want in?"