Reunion
I didn't count on immortality.
Slower aging, yes, I took that as part and parcel of the unique effects of the yellow sun on my physiology. But the years passed, friends grew old. Ma and Pa died. Lois died. Wally, Bruce, Shayera, John, and after three centuries, even J'onn and Diana. Their children. Their grandchildren. All gone.
But I found a purpose. Past the heroics and the protection of this little world. Time was my gift. I helped when I could, stayed back otherwise. Watching. Waiting.
Ten centuries.
My eyes blurred as John and Ollie faded from sight.
"Hello, Kara."