Supergirl ~ Dark Side of the Moon ~ Part Three

***

"Having supervillain parents sucks."

Ruby blinked, looking up at Winn when he plopped down across from her in the conference room. "Yeah, it does," she frowned.

"I'm saying that because I know what you're going through," Winn explained. "I had a . . . complicated relationship with my dad. He actually tried to kill me, too, believe it or not. And, you know, for the longest time . . . dude, I was that whatever made him what he was, like, that was inside of me, too. You know, that . . .

"I know what you mean," Ruby shuddered. "But you're not evil."

"No," Winn agreed. "No, I'm not. I'm just tech support for the best alien in the universe."

Ruby smiled widely. "You're pretty good at it."

"I like to think I am," Winn preened. "How about it? Wanna help me track her when she comes back?"

Ruby nodded eagerly, and Winn gestured for her to follow him.

***

"Is everyone in position?" Alex's voice rang through the comms device in Slade's ear, and he crouched down, checking the ammunition he had on him. He could see specks of black and other colors as everyone else reached their positions. "I repeat, is everyone in position?"

"Ready," Oliver reported.

"Ready," Malcolm chimed in.

The other vigilantes pitched in, and Slade looked at his partner. "Ready," he said.

"We're good to go, J'onn," the Alex next to him nodded.

"Copy that," the Alex on the ground, J'onn shifted into his second in command, nodded, putting earbuds in. "Keep your eyes open, everybody."

***

Kara nervously paced outside the council chambers, then blinked when she saw Mon-El hastily approach. "Where have you been?" she asked.

"Sightseeing," Mon-El answered simply, then chuckled and gestured to the crest emblazoned on her suit. "You didn't need that disguise after all. You get to just be you here, Supergirl."

"Not Supergirl," Kara smiled. "Kara Zor-El.

"You're advocating for Kara Danvers' family, too," Mon-El reminded her.

"I know," she nodded. "They're who I'm here for."

Mon-El smiled, then Alura walked out of the chambers, a white cloak over her dress. "Are you ready?" she asked.

Kara took a deep breath. "Yes," she nodded.

Mon-El smiled encouragingly at her.he wished in Kryptonian.

Kara squeezed his hand thankfully, then followed Alura into the council chambers. "Allow me to introduce my daughter," Alura held her hand out as she and Kara stepped into the center of the room.

"Kara," a dark-skinned woman draped in grey and white smiled as Kara stepped onto the platform in the middle, Alura taking her place in the circle of councilors. "Welcome home."

"Esteemed members of the High Council of Argo City," Kara smiled nervously. "Thank you for seeing me on such short notice."

"Alura is a pillar of our community and a long-standing member of this council," the woman nodded. "We would be remiss in refusing her daughter an audience."

"As you may know, Zor-El and I came up with a plan to save Kara during the dark days before Krypton's destruction," Alura explained. "We didn't know that Argo could survive, and so we put Kara, our only child, into a pod and we sent her to Earth. Its people took her in. They saved her. And in exchange, she serves the people of her adopted home. She's a hero that embodies our greatest ideals. But unfortunately, Kara was not the only Kryptonian to travel to Earth."

"A Worldkiller followed," Kara nodded.

"You must forgive our skepticism," a dark-skinned man in slate grey and silver frowned. "You've been away a long time. Here on Argo, Worldkillers are the stuff of children's stories."

"I, too, was hesitant to believe that such a thing could be real, but I faced it," Kara told him. "She is real, and she calls herself Reign. I traveled here from across the stars because I could not defeat her myself. And Earth is in grave danger."

"An unfortunate situation if true," the dark-skinned woman nodded. "But how can Argo be of help?"

"Indeed," the man nodded. "We are a recovering city, still limping from the trauma of destruction. We can't communicate outside our protective dome, let alone send troops or aid beyond its border."

"It isn't troops we need," Kara shook her head.

"Then what is it you seek?" the woman tilted her head.

Kara looked at Alura, who nodded encouragingly, and she took a deep breath. "A gift of Harun-El."

All of the councilors except Alura looked shocked at her request.

***

"Any sign of the suspect?" Alex asked.

"All's quiet down here," J'onn looked around as he jogged. "But I'm completely exposed, so if he's gonna strike, the time is now."

Alex gritted her teeth in annoyance, she and Slade scoping the area around them. "Come on," she grumbled. "Where are you?"

***

"You would have us give away our most precious resource, our only lifeline, to an alien species?" the man in grey demanded.

"The people of Earth share our ideals," Kara insisted. "They're more like us than you realize."

"Or perhaps become more like than you realize," the man retorted.

"With all due respect, Councilman, the danger currently facing Earth is of Kryptonian making," Alura interjected sharply.

"And I need not remind you, Alura, that Krypton is dead," the councilman scowled. "Argo City is all that remains."

"And yet the sins of Krypton live on in this Worldkiller," Alura countered. "Can you abide this as our legacy?"

"This council does not concern itself with legacy," he shook his head. "Only survival."

"And what is the point of survival if there's no soul to save?" Alura argued.

"I agree with Jul-Us," the councilwoman in white said. "His position is wise and thoughtful."

***

"Status check?" Alex finally asked.

"No sign of your suspect," J'onn shook his head.

"I've got something," Dig suddenly said. "Northwest, baseball hat."

Slade and Alex swiveled to see. "Yeah," Alex confirmed, looking through her lens. "I see it." It was definitely a man with a rifle aiming down at J'onn.