Dc: Start Female Superman

Kara would have just taught them a small lesson and stopped, but it was the drunk who fired first.

She was furious inside. She wasn't worried about herself, knowing she had indestructible defenses, but what if it had been someone else? The guy had a gun, and he actually pulled the trigger. He was practically asking for death.

Grabbing the drunk man's hair with her left hand, Kara forced him to lift his head. The pain in his arm couldn't distract him from the excruciating pain at the top of his head. Kara raised her right hand in a chopping motion. With her strength and speed, if she struck, the blow would be as powerful as any mystical weapon.

"Kara?"

Jennifer's voice called out in fear. She looked at the drunk man and couldn't help but tremble. "You're not going to kill him, are you?"

Kara froze for a moment.

Jennifer shook her head, her tone pleading. "Please, Kara. We all know how strong you are, but if you go through with this, there's no going back."

Some people had started calling Kara "Supergirl," acknowledging that her strength was beyond that of normal humans. However, she had only ever shown her physical power, never her other superhuman abilities.

"Kara, please," Jennifer called out again, louder this time, hoping to snap her out of it.

Kara looked at Jennifer, paused, then asked, "If I hadn't been here today and you had faced these guys alone, what would have happened?"

Jennifer stood silent, trying not to imagine the horrible scenario.

"You saw it yourself. That jerk had a gun, and he fired it without hesitation. If that bullet had been aimed at you, you wouldn't be standing here." Kara crushed the gun underfoot, her face cold.

She met Jennifer's eyes. "You may be willing to forgive them, but what if it wasn't us here today? What if it had been Dani? If she had been hurt by them, how would you face her? Or even if it was a stranger? If someone else suffers because we did nothing today, how will you feel when you find out?"

Jennifer was left speechless by Kara's questions.

After all, they were both only fifteen years old, not exactly seasoned in handling such moral dilemmas. Though, Kara wasn't truly fifteen. Technically, she was twenty.

Before being transported into this world, she had been a high school girl. Now, after five years here, her mind and experiences placed her closer to adulthood.

Kara kept her gaze on Jennifer. "Taking out one bad guy could save countless innocents. If Batman had a stronger will and killed the Joker from the start, so many tragedies could've been avoided."

Jennifer looked confused. "Batman? Joker? Who are they?"

She and Kara had been best friends for years, and she knew every movie Kara had watched or magazine she'd read. But Batman? Not in this world.

Kara smirked, realizing she had just given away something unintended. She brushed it off. "Anyway, Jennifer, we can't let this guy go. He had the intent to kill. If we let him walk, he'll just cause more pain."

Kara tightened her grip on the drunk's hair, forcing him to look up at her. She smiled darkly. "I like the saying 'cut the problem at its root.' Do you want revenge? Hurt my loved ones? My little brother? My best friends, Jennifer and Dani? Or maybe their families?"

She lightly tapped the man's eyelids with her right hand. His gaze, once drunk and confused, now blazed with hatred and murder.

Kara chuckled. "Consider this my big debut."

With that, she began to drag the drunk man away.

"Kara!" Jennifer shouted behind her, watching helplessly as Kara's figure disappeared into the shadows. She knew there was no stopping her now.

Jennifer stood frozen, terrified of what Kara might do. Even if they had been attacked, legally speaking, Kara would be in serious trouble.

When Jennifer's father arrived and found Kara gone, she lied, saying Kara's father had come to pick her up, so she had already gone home.

Meanwhile, Kara dragged the man to a remote alley.

The drunk seemed to have accepted his fate. He didn't plead for mercy, just glared at her coldly the entire way. Kara threw him against a stack of garbage cans.

"You won't kill me," he taunted.

"Still holding on to delusions?" Kara raised her hands.

The drunk sneered, "You don't get it, do you? You're just a young girl. If you kill me, you'll spend the rest of your life in prison. Is that what you want? Think about your family. You want to break their hearts?"

That was what he was betting on.

Kara nodded, almost agreeing with him. "From an ordinary person's perspective, you're right."

He had a point. What sane person would believe a young girl with a promising future would commit murder?

But then Kara added, "But as long as no one knows I killed you, it's all good." Her eyes began to glow red, and without warning, two beams of heat vision shot out, burning through the drunk's eyes, frying his brain.

"I never liked your eyes anyway," she muttered, retracting the heat vision.

"With Earth's current tech, laser weapons don't exist yet, right? And even if they did, no one's going to suspect a farm girl like me, right? Let's just say... maybe some guy in a bat suit did it." She shrugged, already planning how to cover her tracks.

As for feeling any remorse over her first kill?

Why would she? Kara had grown up tough. In her early days, she'd heard enough disturbing things in the middle of the night, sounds that would give most people nightmares. She had long since gotten used to dealing with the uglier side of life.