Kara Zor-L shakily stomped into the JSA Brownstone early one rainy afternoon. She was soaking wet, water dripping from her hair, her bedraggled cape, and her torn costume. While the cold outside didn’t affect her Kryptonian physiology as much, she didn’t quite relish the idea of placing a slab of steak on what was surely going to be a bruise.
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