Supergirl, Private Investigator

    Kara walked slowly through a thick mist. She placed one foot in front of the other, as if she were walking a tightrope, afraid of falling if she deviated an inch from her course. She felt chilled as the mist touched her face and hands. Not a sound was around her, except for the faint noise generated by her own clothing and shoes.

    "Hello?"

    The sound of her voice, nearly a whisper, echoed as if it was projected through a mountainous valley. She turned completely around, trying to get her bearings...but all that she could see was that mist.

    "Anyone...?"

    She nearly leapt out of her skin as she watched a tall, dark figure approaching her through the mist, without making a sound. She backed away a little as the figure loomed larger...as well as another...and another...all approaching her slowly.

    As she spun around quickly, she realized that she was surrounded by people...and they looked like her. The terror began to seep out of her as she took a look around. They seemed...sad? Why?

    "What's the matter?"

    "You," One old woman piped up. She stepped forward, and gripped Kara's chin tightly - Kara struggled,

    "I can't believe I've been called to this meeting." Kyle Rayner, known to most of the people of Earth as Green Lantern, shook his head slowly as he stared up at a panel of alien-looking shadows immersed in darkness. "She's no danger to any of us. In fact, she's a hero...just like me."

    "That does not concern us," one of the shadows droned. "Our one concern is balance. What she saw was not meant for her eyes. And there is one new resident of your realm...a young female...who does not belong--"

    "Yes, yes...you mentioned that." Kyle folded his arms and looked defiantly at the panel seated above him. "What do you want me to do about it? Ask every one of billions of people if they belong on Earth?"

    "This female is closer then you know, Kyle Rayner. She has abilities beyond that of the average creatures of your planet--"

    "Oh, that really narrows it down--"

    "--And she is close to the one who has seen what she should not." The shadow's voice sounded impatient with that last sentence. "The two are a source of Chaos in your realm, Kyle Rayner. The situation must be monitored closely."

    Kyle smiled mischievously, and nearly laughed. "Hmm...Watch Supergirl closely. No

    Thunder crashed outside the Metropolis headquarters of S.T.A.R. Labs, as lightning illuminated the surrounding cityscape with enough frequency and brightness to seen almost like daylight, in spite of the late hour. Rain poured from the skies, streaming across the advanced research facility's parking lot, making it seem more of a small, shallow creek.

    Dr. Emil Hamilton was working late this particular evening. A couple of friends of Superman, Charlie Lewis and Linda Danvers, as well as a woman named Sharon Holmes, had brought in an Essence. An Essence was essentially a cybernetic human - a living machine - melded with a human brain from a long-dead host. But this particular Essence had been deactivated, it's circuit control system removed.

    He knew that the mind trapped in the immobilized body in his lab was slowly dying, slowly going insane. Unable to control its environment, it felt trapped in a perpetual dream state - where it would remain after a short time, even if the body were re-activated later. Her brain would essentially just give up and die.

    Emil sat on a stool in front of a counter, next to a small halogen lamp, a magnifying glass suspended in front of him by a band around his head. His hand held a soldering iron, as he delicately touched it to a tiny circuit board. A couple more solder points and...

    A five foot six young woman, her blonde hair covered by a soft black suede hat, her eyes masked by the hat's brim, froze with her arms at her sides. As Michael Jackson song 'Smooth Criminal' began playing on her CD player, she was acting as if she had been asked to audition for a video. Doing her best to sing along with the garbled lyrics of the song, she stayed on beat. Right on cue, she shed her hat, quickly sending it sailing across the hotel room like a frisbee.

    She missed the coat rack, but she wouldn't let that stop her enjoyment. The fact that she had no audience was a factor - she was free to let herself spin, imitating more lyrics as she casually swept the hat off the carpeted floor to put it back on her head. Unlike a video filming, there was no one to throw the hat back to her.

    As she completed her second spin, she suddenly froze, her half hidden blue eyes fixed on a man who had just entered the room. She felt her face begin to heat with embarrassment. "How...how long have you been standing there, Charlie?"

    Charlie smiled, obviously masking an urge to laugh as he walked closer to Linda. "Long enough to see that you can dance if you want to. You just don't like people watching you."

    "Yeah, well...um--" Linda eyes looked up for a moment to notice that she still wore the

    "Mr. Jonathan Kent?"

    Jonathan looked over the tall, blonde woman standing on his stoop carefully. Her height and athletic build, as well as the fact that she was dressed in a leather jacket and black jeans, made her seem somewhat intimidating. Yet her smile seemed warm for someone known to work for Lex Luthor. "You've come to the right place. Please, come in. Excuse me for a moment while I tell Martha that we have company."

    As Jonathan left the room, Mercy Graves took a look around slowly as she stood in the silent living room, listening to a grandfather clock next to the entrance door tick out the seconds. She felt welcomed in such a place, in such a relaxing atmosphere...in a real home. Being an orphan herself, left to the streets, such comfort was a concept almost alien to her - but one she longed for regardless.

    "Please, have a seat Ms.--"

    "Graves. Call me Mercy, everyone else does." Mercy sat down on the edge of the couch warily. It was comfortable enough, but seemed a little small to someone of her height.

    "Would you like some coffee? Tea?"

    "Water, please." Mercy smiled again. She wasn't used to being t

    "Some men were here last night, Clark..."

    Clark Kent spent hours tossing and turning in his bed as his mom's voice echoed in his head over and over again. He finally gave up, opting instead to climb out of bed and stare out the window. As a Kryptonian, Clark never really needed as much sleep as he got - he slept mostly out of habit, and because it was so lonely at night with no one else around. He envied Bruce Wayne a little - at least he had something to do at night.

    "Clark?" Lois sat up in the bed, squinting to see Clark standing in front of the open window. She sighed. "I knew that phone call was bad news. Spill it."

    "You remember Kara...that teenager Linda named--" Clark turned around and leaned against the windowsill, his head hanging as if it held the weight of the world on top of it. "Someone reported her. The adoption authorities visited Ma and Pa, asking where she came from. They want to take her away from them, Lois. Pa asked them to leave."

    "Oh, Clark." Lois hugged him tightly. He returned the hug as best as he could without crushing her.

    "It's not fair, Lois." Clark closed his eyes and sighed deeply, emotion weighing heavily in the sound of his breath. "Every day, I see reports of abusive parents, kid

    Linda stood in the middle of an open field, in the middle of nowhere, Kansas - or to those who lived nearby, Smallville. The Kents had always been nice enough to lend their somewhat large farm to Clark, no questions asked. They just...understood that from time to time, he would bring strange guests for strange reasons.

    But the Kents didn't exactly 'let things be'. They welcomed every one of Clark's visitors with open arms, made each person feel like they've come home again, to a family they've never had.

    Linda looked over at the blonde teenager Power Girl had found - the one they now called 'Kara' - as she sat cross-legged in the middle of the tall grass of the field, a book in her hands. Since she left the hospital, she hadn't spoken a word - but she seemed very interested in Pa Kent's book collection. She had done nothing but read since they arrived.

    Ma Kent had given each of them a hug as soon as they arrived, starting with Clark, then Linda, and even Kara. Kara seemed to be happy for the attention, even though she had been rather withdrawn since. Linda guessed that it was because of her lack of memory of her past - that would be enough to depress anyone.

    "What?" Linda looked down at herself as Superman stared at her with a raised eyebrow. She was dressed in her new costume

    Sharon Holmes dusted herself off after falling through the rotten wooden boards of the floor above. Totally by accident, she found herself in a darkened concrete bunker which she had been searching the world for months to find.

    It was a relic of World War II, a place rumored to have been a hiding place of none other then Adolph Hitler during the allied bombings of Germany. It was the hiding place of a man who refused to face those he terrorized, those he ordered the murder of. A place where he could hide from his own mortality, to prevent death from collecting it's much owed dues.

    "A coward's bunker."

    "I'll have to disagree with you there."

    The sound of the unknown deep voice set her heart racing. She ducked into a corner, pulling her two pistols out in the blink of an eye, aiming them at the source of the sound. "Who's there?"

    "I could ask you the same." A tall, bald man wearing an expensive suit stepped out of a dark corner, as he lit a cigar and held it up in front of his face.

    "Sharon. Sharon Holmes." She stood up and started to approach the man slowly, pistols still drawn. "And I got here first."

    "You obviously have no idea who I am."

    You can never leave pain behind without abandoning some of the more positive experiences you've had. That's why moving is such a bittersweet experience. You remember the good times you've had, all of the friends you've made - but none of the horrible experiences.

    Linda looked at her empty former apartment one last time as she took a deep breath and closed the door behind her. Bygones. It was time to move on. Her smashed sculptures were little more then a bitter, distant memory easily pushed aside by visions of the people she cared about...the same people she was about to leave behind.

    "Are you sure you want to do this, Linda?"

    Linda smiled sheepishly, trying to do her best to cheer up Mattie, her lifelong best friend. She then nodded slowly. "Business is too slow in Leesburg. My chances will be better where I'm going."

    "I understand." Mattie smiled as well, though her eyes told her that she was far from cheerful. "I constantly think about moving to the big city and starting my own practice."

    "So...why don't you?"

    Mattie's immediate response was to laugh - but Linda's eyes told her that she was dead serious. "You think I should go to Metropolis?"

Sun Jun 16, 2002
Series II: Issue #9 - On Wings Of Eagles	Jason Owner Member Since: Fri Jul 31, 2009 Posts: 16
Kara walked slowly through a thick mist. She placed one foot in front of the other, as if she were walking a tightrope, afraid of falling if she deviated an inch from her course. She felt chilled as the mist touched her face and hands. Not a sound was around her, except for the faint noise generated by her own clothing and shoes. "Hello?" The sound of her voice, nearly a whisper, echoed as if it was projected through a mountainous valley. She turned completely around, trying to get her bearings...but all that she could see was that mist. "Anyone...?" She nearly leapt out of her skin as she watched a tall, dark figure approaching her through the mist, without making a sound. She backed away a little as the figure loomed larger...as well as another...and another...all approaching her slowly. As she spun around quickly, she realized that she was surrounded by people...and they looked like her. The terror began to seep out of her as she took a look around. They seemed...sad? Why? "What's the matter?" "You," One old woman piped up. She stepped forward, and gripped Kara's chin tightly - Kara struggled, Read More 0 comments

Sun Oct 28, 2001
Series II: Issue #8 - Crystal Clear, Part 2	Jason Owner Member Since: Fri Jul 31, 2009 Posts: 16
"I can't believe I've been called to this meeting." Kyle Rayner, known to most of the people of Earth as Green Lantern, shook his head slowly as he stared up at a panel of alien-looking shadows immersed in darkness. "She's no danger to any of us. In fact, she's a hero...just like me." "That does not concern us," one of the shadows droned. "Our one concern is balance. What she saw was not meant for her eyes. And there is one new resident of your realm...a young female...who does not belong--" "Yes, yes...you mentioned that." Kyle folded his arms and looked defiantly at the panel seated above him. "What do you want me to do about it? Ask every one of billions of people if they belong on Earth?" "This female is closer then you know, Kyle Rayner. She has abilities beyond that of the average creatures of your planet--" "Oh, that really narrows it down--" "--And she is close to the one who has seen what she should not." The shadow's voice sounded impatient with that last sentence. "The two are a source of Chaos in your realm, Kyle Rayner. The situation must be monitored closely." Kyle smiled mischievously, and nearly laughed. "Hmm...Watch Supergirl closely. No Read More 0 comments

Sun Aug 19, 2001
Series II: Issue #6 - Resurrection	Jason Owner Member Since: Fri Jul 31, 2009 Posts: 16
Thunder crashed outside the Metropolis headquarters of S.T.A.R. Labs, as lightning illuminated the surrounding cityscape with enough frequency and brightness to seen almost like daylight, in spite of the late hour. Rain poured from the skies, streaming across the advanced research facility's parking lot, making it seem more of a small, shallow creek. Dr. Emil Hamilton was working late this particular evening. A couple of friends of Superman, Charlie Lewis and Linda Danvers, as well as a woman named Sharon Holmes, had brought in an Essence. An Essence was essentially a cybernetic human - a living machine - melded with a human brain from a long-dead host. But this particular Essence had been deactivated, it's circuit control system removed. He knew that the mind trapped in the immobilized body in his lab was slowly dying, slowly going insane. Unable to control its environment, it felt trapped in a perpetual dream state - where it would remain after a short time, even if the body were re-activated later. Her brain would essentially just give up and die. Emil sat on a stool in front of a counter, next to a small halogen lamp, a magnifying glass suspended in front of him by a band around his head. His hand held a soldering iron, as he delicately touched it to a tiny circuit board. A couple more solder points and... Read More 0 comments
Series II: Issue #7 - Crystal Clear, Part 1	Jason Owner Member Since: Fri Jul 31, 2009 Posts: 16
A five foot six young woman, her blonde hair covered by a soft black suede hat, her eyes masked by the hat's brim, froze with her arms at her sides. As Michael Jackson song 'Smooth Criminal' began playing on her CD player, she was acting as if she had been asked to audition for a video. Doing her best to sing along with the garbled lyrics of the song, she stayed on beat. Right on cue, she shed her hat, quickly sending it sailing across the hotel room like a frisbee. She missed the coat rack, but she wouldn't let that stop her enjoyment. The fact that she had no audience was a factor - she was free to let herself spin, imitating more lyrics as she casually swept the hat off the carpeted floor to put it back on her head. Unlike a video filming, there was no one to throw the hat back to her. As she completed her second spin, she suddenly froze, her half hidden blue eyes fixed on a man who had just entered the room. She felt her face begin to heat with embarrassment. "How...how long have you been standing there, Charlie?" Charlie smiled, obviously masking an urge to laugh as he walked closer to Linda. "Long enough to see that you can dance if you want to. You just don't like people watching you." "Yeah, well...um--" Linda eyes looked up for a moment to notice that she still wore the Read More 0 comments

Sun Apr 22, 2001
Series II: Issue #5 - Essence Of Being	Jason Owner Member Since: Fri Jul 31, 2009 Posts: 16
"Mr. Jonathan Kent?" Jonathan looked over the tall, blonde woman standing on his stoop carefully. Her height and athletic build, as well as the fact that she was dressed in a leather jacket and black jeans, made her seem somewhat intimidating. Yet her smile seemed warm for someone known to work for Lex Luthor. "You've come to the right place. Please, come in. Excuse me for a moment while I tell Martha that we have company." As Jonathan left the room, Mercy Graves took a look around slowly as she stood in the silent living room, listening to a grandfather clock next to the entrance door tick out the seconds. She felt welcomed in such a place, in such a relaxing atmosphere...in a real home. Being an orphan herself, left to the streets, such comfort was a concept almost alien to her - but one she longed for regardless. "Please, have a seat Ms.--" "Graves. Call me Mercy, everyone else does." Mercy sat down on the edge of the couch warily. It was comfortable enough, but seemed a little small to someone of her height. "Would you like some coffee? Tea?" "Water, please." Mercy smiled again. She wasn't used to being t Read More 0 comments

Sun Feb 25, 2001
Series II: Issue #4 - On The Run	Jason Owner Member Since: Fri Jul 31, 2009 Posts: 16
"Some men were here last night, Clark..." Clark Kent spent hours tossing and turning in his bed as his mom's voice echoed in his head over and over again. He finally gave up, opting instead to climb out of bed and stare out the window. As a Kryptonian, Clark never really needed as much sleep as he got - he slept mostly out of habit, and because it was so lonely at night with no one else around. He envied Bruce Wayne a little - at least he had something to do at night. "Clark?" Lois sat up in the bed, squinting to see Clark standing in front of the open window. She sighed. "I knew that phone call was bad news. Spill it." "You remember Kara...that teenager Linda named--" Clark turned around and leaned against the windowsill, his head hanging as if it held the weight of the world on top of it. "Someone reported her. The adoption authorities visited Ma and Pa, asking where she came from. They want to take her away from them, Lois. Pa asked them to leave." "Oh, Clark." Lois hugged him tightly. He returned the hug as best as he could without crushing her. "It's not fair, Lois." Clark closed his eyes and sighed deeply, emotion weighing heavily in the sound of his breath. "Every day, I see reports of abusive parents, kid Read More 0 comments

Mon Jan 01, 2001
Series II: Issue #3 - Learning Curve	Jason Owner Member Since: Fri Jul 31, 2009 Posts: 16
Linda stood in the middle of an open field, in the middle of nowhere, Kansas - or to those who lived nearby, Smallville. The Kents had always been nice enough to lend their somewhat large farm to Clark, no questions asked. They just...understood that from time to time, he would bring strange guests for strange reasons. But the Kents didn't exactly 'let things be'. They welcomed every one of Clark's visitors with open arms, made each person feel like they've come home again, to a family they've never had. Linda looked over at the blonde teenager Power Girl had found - the one they now called 'Kara' - as she sat cross-legged in the middle of the tall grass of the field, a book in her hands. Since she left the hospital, she hadn't spoken a word - but she seemed very interested in Pa Kent's book collection. She had done nothing but read since they arrived. Ma Kent had given each of them a hug as soon as they arrived, starting with Clark, then Linda, and even Kara. Kara seemed to be happy for the attention, even though she had been rather withdrawn since. Linda guessed that it was because of her lack of memory of her past - that would be enough to depress anyone. "What?" Linda looked down at herself as Superman stared at her with a raised eyebrow. She was dressed in her new costume Read More 0 comments

Sun Dec 24, 2000
Series II: Issue #2 - Raiders Of The Lost	Jason Owner Member Since: Fri Jul 31, 2009 Posts: 16
Sharon Holmes dusted herself off after falling through the rotten wooden boards of the floor above. Totally by accident, she found herself in a darkened concrete bunker which she had been searching the world for months to find. It was a relic of World War II, a place rumored to have been a hiding place of none other then Adolph Hitler during the allied bombings of Germany. It was the hiding place of a man who refused to face those he terrorized, those he ordered the murder of. A place where he could hide from his own mortality, to prevent death from collecting it's much owed dues. "A coward's bunker." "I'll have to disagree with you there." The sound of the unknown deep voice set her heart racing. She ducked into a corner, pulling her two pistols out in the blink of an eye, aiming them at the source of the sound. "Who's there?" "I could ask you the same." A tall, bald man wearing an expensive suit stepped out of a dark corner, as he lit a cigar and held it up in front of his face. "Sharon. Sharon Holmes." She stood up and started to approach the man slowly, pistols still drawn. "And I got here first." "You obviously have no idea who I am." Read More 0 comments

Sat Nov 25, 2000
Series II: Issue #1 - From Great Heights	Jason Owner Member Since: Fri Jul 31, 2009 Posts: 16
You can never leave pain behind without abandoning some of the more positive experiences you've had. That's why moving is such a bittersweet experience. You remember the good times you've had, all of the friends you've made - but none of the horrible experiences. Linda looked at her empty former apartment one last time as she took a deep breath and closed the door behind her. Bygones. It was time to move on. Her smashed sculptures were little more then a bitter, distant memory easily pushed aside by visions of the people she cared about...the same people she was about to leave behind. "Are you sure you want to do this, Linda?" Linda smiled sheepishly, trying to do her best to cheer up Mattie, her lifelong best friend. She then nodded slowly. "Business is too slow in Leesburg. My chances will be better where I'm going." "I understand." Mattie smiled as well, though her eyes told her that she was far from cheerful. "I constantly think about moving to the big city and starting my own practice." "So...why don't you?" Mattie's immediate response was to laugh - but Linda's eyes told her that she was dead serious. "You think I should go to Metropolis?" Read More 0 comments