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kara zor-el

Who: Kara Kent & Open
What: Caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, with humans
When: Night, around 9:30
Where: On her way back to the motel
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete

It was late, but she was use to this by now. The lawyers she worked for were in the middle of some massive case between two rich families, and they had her sticking around late just in case they needed her to do anything. Either a coffee run, research something quickly, print something off, call someone. Mostly she sat around on her computer and did nothing, or would fire off texts to Andrea, Clark or Lois if she got bored enough.

It was late, the sun had mostly set when she started for home. She didn't feel like calling a cab, and there were too many people to just start flying. After being stuffed in an office with cranky, slightly perverted men, she figured she could use the walk anyway.

Since arriving in the city, she'd mostly been distracted from such things as regular crimes. Shootings, car accidents, robberies. Kara had been so focused on demons, and what they could do if they managed to possess people like herself, Clark or the Martian Manhunter. He was still here, somewhere, she was pretty sure. Though human crime still happened, and she was about to get a reminder of it.

Kara was cutting down a back ally, another girl right behind her. She probably thought that if Kara could do it, then so could she. Though she was forced to come to a stop, arms that were crossed over her chest lowering slightly as her eyes narrowed. A man, worse for wear and looking like he had seen better days, was approaching them with a gun. She heard the woman gasp, and the man pointed the gun between the two of them. "Don't move!" his horse voiced croaked out. "Hand over the purses, girlies, and I'll leave ya's alone." she noted, quite clearly that his teeth were yellow and she was missing a few of them.

The woman started muttering something about not hurting her, and held out her purse, but Kara glared at the man defiantly. Her brain looked around for all of the possible directions. Finally, she looked past the man, noticing a trash can. Distraction, perfect. She'd learned to not make her heat vision noticeable, and she did this now, and the trash can over heated, and something in it caused a small explosion, the top bursting off, flames licking the edges. Eyes turned away from her.