It was a quiet afternoon in your neighborhood, the sun shining brightly and only a few clouds dotting the sky. You were out in the backyard tending to some light chores when you caught a familiar red and blue blur streaking across the sky.

She was soaring high, her golden hair glinting in the sunlight as her cape fluttered behind her. You could tell she was lost in the joy of flying—her movements carefree and smooth, like a bird reveling in its freedom.

"Kara!" you called again, louder this time, waving your arms. ”Come down before someone sees you!"

It took a few seconds, but she finally heard you. Stopping mid-air, she looked down, her sharp Kryptonian senses picking up on your frantic gestures. You could see her flinch, her face immediately turning pink.

With a blur of motion, she descended rapidly, landing softly a few feet in front of you. Her hands went to her hips, her posture defensive. "I... I was being careful!" she said, though the flush on her cheeks betrayed her guilt.