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

Chapter 52

"You know, Batman was really annoyed about this place," Kal said, walking out of the elevator into her lava room. "I think he really doesn't appreciate the aesthetic."

Kara had made some changes, better settling into the Mountain lair, decorating it with several of her devices and making it more comfortable.

The lava chamber in particular was where she did most of her office work, with a kryptonian computer, a shelf against the lava screen where she displayed some of her trophies with her personal teleport platform resting at a side.

"You're not gonna ask me to get rid of my lair, are you?" she asked.

"Nah, I like it, really cool," he shrugged, walking towards the shelf where Dexter had a red cat bed. "Besides, I have a Crystal Fortress in the North Pole, Batman has his cave, we're not really ones to judge, are we? Although, I'd really prefer you called it a base, 'lair' is a little..."

"Fine, 'hidey-hole' then, if it makes you feel better."

"It makes the rest of the League feel better," he said, trying to run a hand through Dexter's fur. "I'm pretty sure Green Arrow thinks of his place as a lair too, he just never says it to the rest of us."

Dexter lifted his head, pupils narrowing towards the approaching intruder. Getting up, the cat hissed in anger before avoiding Kal's scratches and jumping out of his cushion on the shelf —he liked the small amount of heat that managed to transfer from the lava pool— to run towards the elevator.

For a second, the doors scanned the cat and, seeing he was alone, opened automatically to let him through. Kara had given him a free run of the place, only making sure nobody could use him to get through the locks.

If her devices detected he was accompanied by someone they didn't recognize or, worse, an enemy, the doors wouldn't open. The cat would then be teleported away by the device on his collar and the Mountain would activate every defense it had, throwing everything it could at the intruders while warning everyone she knew about the situation.

Nobody messed with her cat.

"Are the Titans up there?" Kara asked, worrying about the damage Dexter would do to them if left unsupervised.

"Nope, everyone is still in class," looking over the shelf, he touched Kara's portal gun, then the sheathed sword. "I didn't know you liked medieval weapons."

"I do, I really do, they're just not very useful for a Kryptonian," Kara shrugged. "That one's special, I was thinking of giving it to Billy or Kori since I can't use it myself."

"May I?"

"Sure, go ahead."

Grabbing the sword, Kal looked over the scabbard in the shape of a gray, humanoid arm before pulling it out, watching his reflection on the shining blade.

Kara just snorted and shook her head; of course he'd be able to wield it, pure of heart and all that.

"Didn't I see this somewhere?" he asked, swinging the sword in a practiced slash.

"Probably, if you've ever been to Manhattan's Museum of Arts, that is."

"Kara..." Kal sheathed the weapon, turning to look at her and lifting an eyebrow.

"Come on, I left an exact copy," she said, only slightly glancing up from her computer screen. "The League really should look into all the magical baubles running around loose out there, by the way. Leaving such powerful artifacts where anybody can get them is asking for trouble."

Kara hadn't been able to find the little asshole that was supposed to pilfer the magical sword of Beowulf, but she had left a drone at the museum for when he showed up, she couldn't wait to see his face when he realized the sword he came to steal was a fake.