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GOTHAM - ARTHUR'S ESTATE
The world was still patching itself together, streets cleared, governments scrambling to reassure people that the sudden, brutal alien assault was contained. Every major news channel cycled through the same global collage: smoldering craters where Kryptonian drone-ships had crashed, twisted metal half-buried in the ocean, military cordons surrounding fragments of sleek alien alloys.
Most of the vessels had been empty automated, weaponized, and relentless.
The few Kryptonians who were there… were now corpses no one could trace.
And Zod
The name itself carried a quiet tension.
No body.
No signal.
No trace.
In Gotham, night settled early, draping Arthur's estate in a cool cozy glow. The living room was warm, lamplight brushing across polished wood and sofas. The TV displayed a reporter standing in front of a shattered Kryptonian ship.
George sat comfortably on the couch, Dexter curled like a loaf across his lap, the feline purring with suspiciously angelic calm. George scratched behind one ear, earning a soft chirp.
Raven sat cross-legged on the other side of the sofa, hoodie sleeves pulled long over her hands. Kara lounged on the armrest near Arthur, casual clothes, hair tied up, bright blue eyes focused on the broadcast. Arthur himself leaned back, arms folded, expression calm until he exhaled sharply.
"Well," he muttered, "it's a good thing they don't actually know anything. Great for Superman's PR."
Kara snorted, pressing the back of her hand to her mouth as if trying not to laugh.
Raven raised an eyebrow. "Reporters guessing wildly has basically become the norm," she said dryly. "Though I can't believe I missed the actual fight like this. Why did I have to be stuck in Jump City fighting random drone ships? I could've.."
Arthur cut in with a simple, blunt: "You didn't miss anything."
Raven blinked. "what do you mean?"
Kara blinked too, turning toward him.
Arthur didn't even look away from the TV. "I wouldn't call it a big fight."
That earned him two deadpan, incredulous stares.
Raven tilted her head, voice flat. "Excuse me?"
Arthur sighed, finally glancing at them. "Zod and his little band of Phantom Zone escapees weren't much of a threat. Clark and Kara were more than enough." He waved a hand mildly, as if discussing grocery lists. "The real problem was H'El. And I wanted to handle him without relying too much on my shadows..or some of my abilities."
Raven stared harder. "Are you telling me you went easy on him?"
"No." Arthur's tone was calm, but there was a tiny curve to his lips. "I'm telling you I have a shadow who would have defeated him eventually."
Raven's eyes narrowed, knowing exactly where this was going. "…Doom."
Arthur's smile sharpened in satisfaction. "Yes. It would've been a fight of adaptation. Doom can't die, and he would adapt to everything H'El threw at him. Eventually, he'd overpower him."
Kara shivered a little at the thought not of H'El, but of Doomsday. "It's… probably a good thing we managed to deal with Doomsday early on."
Arthur laughed under his breath. "It was beneficial to me. I gained a powerful soldier..." his eyes slid toward her with a teasing warmth, "...and I got to meet you in the process."
Kara froze like someone had unplugged her brain.
Her cheeks flushed pink, her gaze darted anywhere literally anywhere except Arthur. "I–I mean—well—I—"
Raven watched this unfold like someone seeing a rare celestial event. Her smirk grew slowly, wicked.
"Ohh," she drawled, leaning forward, "this side of you is new."
Kara gawked at her. "Don't act like you aren't like this too, Rae!"
Raven's smirk cracked into a soft scoff. "I'm not denying anything. I'm just… observing." She hid the rest of her smile behind her sleeve.
Arthur couldn't help it he laughed. Even George smiled.
Dexter lifted his head just long enough to meow judgmentally at all of them, then resumed purring.
Before anyone could say more.
DING-DONG.
The doorbell in the distance rang.
All four went silent.
All heads turned.
Arthur's eyes narrowed, the faintest glow of violet slipping into them.
Kara's gaze sharpened instantly as she activated her vision her expression shifting from curiosity… to frustration.
"What is she doing here…" Kara muttered under her breath.
Arthur didn't answer out loud, but his expression said enough: a small frown, tight jaw, irritation flickering behind his calm.
George looked between them, sensing the tension.
Then he set Dexter gently beside him and stood.
"I'll go check," George said simply.
Arthur said nothing.
Kara leaned forward.
Raven tilted her head with mild interest.
George reached the door with the same calm poise he carried everywhere, straight back, steady steps, one hand brushing a wrinkle from his vest before he opened it.
The door swung inward.
A woman stood there tall, elegant, framed by Gotham's chill night air. Her presence alone softened the shadows around her. Dark hair fell in soft waves over a white coat, and her posture held the kind of noble grace that could make almost every man alive weak at her sight.
"Hello," she said warmly. "My apologies for arriving unannounced. Is this the residence of Arthur Blackwynd?"
Every word carried a poised, regal cadence.
George blinked once. Twice. He did not recognize her.
With the refined tone of a man trained to remain unshaken by anything superheroes, demons, or a cosmic cat, he responded,
"And who, may I ask, is inquiring?"
Before she could answer, a soft rush of air brushed between them.
Arthur appeared beside George, almost shoulder to shoulder.
His gaze settled on the woman a quick flash of recognition and then he offered a small nod.
"Let her in."
The woman's lips curved into a graceful smile.
George, now fully understanding this, even with everything he'd seen so far, he stepped aside.
"Of course," he said, polite as ever. "Please, follow me."
She followed George down the polished hallway, her steps silent against the floor. Her eyes moved with quiet curiosity and genuine interest.
When George opened the door to the guest room
She was greeted by the sharpest double stare in Gotham.
Raven sat on one end of the room, arms folded.
Kara leaned forward slightly, blue eyes narrowing not in hostility, but in territorial suspicion.
Both women took in the newcomer's elegance, posture, and beauty.
The newcomer smiled lightly, almost amused.
"Oh. I didn't expect to find both of you here."
Raven's eyebrow flicked upward. "Right…"
Kara exhaled through her nose, softening just a fraction.
"Hey, Diana."
Diana's face brightened genuinely. "It's good to see you both."
George, ever the perfect host, stepped in with a tray three glasses and wine.
He poured for Diana first, then for the others.
Arthur finally stepped into the room and sat across from Diana.
Kara without being obvious, yet somehow incredibly obvious placed herself on the armrest of his chair, arms crossed, leaning just slightly toward him.
Arthur gestured around with mild pride.
"Welcome to my little home in Gotham."
Diana glanced around slowly. Warm lighting. Books. Dark wood. A fireplace.
"Cozy," she said. "I like it."
Arthur smirked. "Tried to keep Gotham's aesthetic."
Diana laughed softly. "Bruce clearly doesn't enjoy you being stationed here, does he?"
Arthur leaned back a little, thinking. "I think we're cool now… I guess."
Kara scoffed. Raven hid a smile behind her cup.
Diana started to say something but Raven cut cleanly in, eyes narrowing with direct honesty.
"Diana," she said, "what are you really doing here?"
Diana didn't flinch. She didn't bristle.
She simply breathed out, smiled faintly, and inclined her head.
"Right, sorry." she said.
The room quieted Kara's posture straightened, Raven's eyes sharpened, George paused mid-motion.
Diana folded her hands in her lap and looked directly at Arthur.
"Arthur," she said, voice smooth but carrying weight.
"I came here delivering an invitation to you… from a very important person."
Arthur's eyes narrowed.
Raven's fingers curled on the arm of the chair.
George, still holding the pitcher, froze and looked at Diana with curiosity.
Diana unfazed, composed waited for Arthur's reaction with the confidence of someone carrying the message of a literal god.
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