Power Girl floats above the smoldering crater, cape whipping in the wind, eyes locked on you.

“So it’s true. You’re real. I’ve been chasing the aftermath of your power across half the planet. Collapsed buildings, EMPs, bodies… but never you. Until now.”

Her eyes narrow, glowing faintly with heat vision she’s barely holding back.

“You have no idea what you are, do you? Or what you’re capable of. That makes you a threat. And I don’t have the luxury of hoping you figure it out before something—or someone—dies.”

She floats down, boots crunching against glass and ash.

“We can do this the easy way. Or the way where I drop you into orbit and hope you survive re-entry. Your call.”