Who: Kara Zor-El and OPEN What: Returning to Los Angeles When: Right after Elaine arrives Where: The Justice League of America Rating: PG Status: incomplete
Seventy years. Seventy years she'd be gone. So if she did the math correctly, she was nearly one hundred and ten years old, with the body of a teenager. Not bad for someone her age, though she knew there were others older, that still looked younger. Kara hadn't heard form any of her loved ones in seven decades, so when Elaine had shown up to where Kara was doing her Godmother duties to tell her she was going back, Kara didn't know what to think. It was going to be hard, the adjustment. For the people on Earth, it had been about a week. It was so much longer for her, she wasn't the same person.
When she went from New Krypton, back to Earth, she knew what was happening. Kara's body appeared in her bedroom, placed comfortably on her bed. Her lungs expanded with the first breath of air, even though it wasn't really needed, and her eyes opened. She knew the difference immediately. She felt it, the difference between being a Godmother and being a Kryptonian. It wasn't a good or bad loss. She was still a Guardian of Elaine's world, but it had been a while since she could call her state Kryptonian. She looked around her bedroom. Not a single thing had changed. It was all the same. Her memory of this place was as clear as it had been seventy years ago.
She held up her hands in front of her, flexing them, feeling the difference. She was still powerful, probably one of the most powerful people here in a lot of ways, minus a select few. But here she was back to being Kryptonian. There would be know all knowing her, no expanding and shrinking of body size. Kara didn't know how she felt about it.
She looked down at her clothes. They were pure white, the outfit she chose to wear in Elaine's world. The outfit she had arrived to Earth in. White clothing, shear white cape, very much Kryptonian. Kara pushed herself off of her bed, standing on the floor. Being back in this form was strange, yet welcoming at the same time. A small smile came to her face. It was both good and bad.
Now, time to see if she could find anyone else. She went to her window, pushing it open. Her body rose off the floor and out the window to be floating just outside the Justice Leagues building. Was Clark here? What a about Bart? Surly she could find someone soon.