Kara Zor-el, known to the world as Supergirl, couldn’t have been more excited. Ever since she had come to Earth she had been relegated to small, danger-free crimes and public appearances. Her cousin Superman – Clark – had been very cautious about letting her join in anything dangerous (or to Kara, fun). Clark had insisted that she spend time at a girls’ boarding school and keep a low profile. Kara sure did look up to Clark but he could be bossy sometimes.
But now Supergirl was (by Earth’s measurements) eighteen years old. Even Clark had to admit that she needed to grow up as a super-heroine. So he had promised to give her some proper training. Kara was almost skipping with delight as she waited in the Justice League’s training rooms for him to turn up.
When he arrived, towering over her with his manly strength, she felt a bit intimidated. But she was sure her heroic cousin wouldn’t actually hurt her. Anyway, she was Kryptonian too, wasn’t she? A bit of sunlight would soon fix her if anything did go wrong.
When Clark suggested they try some sparring she bit her lip and nodded. The petite, 5’5’’ teenager felt a bit ridiculous as she squared up to the strongest man on Earth. But who else could train her?
“Hold your hands up in front of you like this” said Clark. “Good. Now I’m going to throw a few punches and you’re just going to dodge or block.”
His first punch was quite slow and Supergirl easily swayed out the way. His second she experimentally blocked. As Clark started to put a bit more power in she found that it wasn’t much trouble to stop him from hitting her. She began to realise that if she looked into Superman’s eyes he was telegraphing where he was going to try and hit her each time.
Supergirl thought it was pretty clever of Clark to hold back on her like this. If she’d been a mind-reader, she might have picked up on Clark’s growing irritation that he couldn’t get anywhere close to her. Plus one or two of her blocks actually hurt, which he thought was impossible.
“Ok. O-ok.” said the Man of Steel, trying to hide the fact he was slightly out of breath. “Why don’t you try throwing a few punches back?”
Supergirl was starting to feel a bit cocky now. She let Superman’s first few punches go sailing past her. Spotting Clark’s guard drop she darted in and jabbed at his face without really thinking.
Her hard, feminine fist connected solidly with Clark’s nose and he staggered back until he fell on his butt. A small trickle of blood ran from his nostril.
Kara gasped in shock and hurried to help her cousin up. Superman tried his best to laugh it off. “You know, only Darkseid and Maxima have ever made me bleed. You’re in a pretty elite club, kid.” Kara blushed. “Gosh, I’m sorry, Clark. I was just trying to take the training seriously. I understand if you’re cross with me.”
Clark couldn’t possibly admit that his little blonde cousin had knocked him on his ass and seriously hurt him. He gestured at her to start again. Supergirl focussed on trying to hit him elsewhere, still easily dodging his punches.
Kara landed a few heavy blows on Clark’s arms while easily skipping away from anything he threw at her. She noticed that his hands – which he’d never held up high to begin with – were falling lower and lower. Supergirl didn’t realise the effect her punches were having on the grown man. Clark was uncomfortably aware that he couldn’t lift his arms with any ease.
More by luck than judgment, one of Superman’s punches finally clipped his cousin’s ear. Acting on reflex, though not seriously hurt, Kara threw a series of punches like she’d seen in a friend’s video-game. Each one found its mark.
Superman’s eyes rolled in his head and he gawped stupidly at the beautiful young blonde. Then, like a sequoia falling in the woods, he crashed to the floor. Put to sleep by the fists of an untrained teenage girl.
Once again, Kara was all concern. Rushing to his side she attempted to wake him up. A strand of drool dripped from the unconscious man’s mouth to the mat. Supergirl thought this was gross, though pretty funny at the same time.
“Clark. Superman. Kal-El. Come on, please wake up. We need to get you some sunlight. I’m sooo sorry, ok. Please don’t stop training me because of this.”
Superman was out for the count, so she got the idea to try and drag him out of the training room into the sun. She found that she could do more than drag him, though. Despite his bulk she handled him easily, and soon had the snoozing Kryptonian over her shoulder in a fireman’s carry.
Taking him outside into the sun she gently put him back down again. She thought it was pretty lucky that no-one was around to see them. After only a few minutes, the sunlight started to have its effect. Clark slowly started to come to.
“K-k-kara? W-what? How did we get out here.”
“I’m so, so, so sorry Clark. Please don’t be mad at me. I got a bit angry when you hit me and I went a little bit hard and I guess I just caught you and I know we were only sparring. I’m so sorry. Please let me go on training with you.”
Clark still seemed a little dazed. “It-it’s ok, Kara. You are Kryptonian and I should have told you that we were going light on each other. We can still train, but I think that’s enough for today.”
His attempt to hurry away was defeated by a slight stagger. Supergirl grabbed him to keep him upright. For a brief moment they both got the feeling that he was fighting a losing battle to break free of her grip. Then she released him and he flew off, slightly unsteadily.
Kara sighed. It had definitely been an interesting day.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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