Chapter 43 (edited)

For this exclusive interview with Bruce, Kara did a very good job, as Bruce has always been the one who suffers.

Seeing that the two had a good relationship, Bruce accepted Kara's interview appointment, but many of Kara's questions were too sharp, making him visibly uncomfortable.

Adding to this tension, Kara harbored a bit of personal frustration. Bruce had recently started dating celebrities and socialites, leaving Jennifer heartbroken in Metropolis.

In truth, Kara and Dani felt helpless about Jennifer's feelings. Jennifer and Bruce hadn't had much of a connection during their school years, so her deep infatuation with him puzzled them both.

Later in the evening, Kara declined Bruce's offer to have dinner together and drove back to her home in Metropolis that very night.

She wasn't about to make Jennifer feel any worse.

Seriously, why did Jennifer always think she was having an affair with Bruce? Kara wasn't her romantic rival, nor did she want to be.

If Jennifer was going to worry about anyone, it should be Rachel Dawes, a prosecutor working in Gotham City.

Much like Jennifer's role in Metropolis, Rachel was a prosecutor, but her position wasn't as high-ranking as Jennifer's.

Jennifer was the Chief Prosecutor—a role equivalent to that of a judge, with the authority to issue search warrants and arrests during critical moments. Meanwhile, Rachel was an assistant to the Gotham City Attorney General.

Sometimes Kara couldn't help but marvel at how far her two friends had come. Their high-ranking positions were a testament to their skills and abilities.

When Kara said goodbye to Bruce, she happened to meet Rachel as she arrived.

Bruce's birthday was the next day, and Rachel had come by to give him an early gift, knowing she wouldn't have time to celebrate.

Kara took the opportunity to wish Bruce a happy birthday before leaving.

"This is your gift?" Bruce asked, clearly unimpressed.

Inwardly, Kara rolled her eyes. Hugging him was already a rare gesture for her; he should be grateful.

When Kara left, Rachel's gaze lingered on her retreating car. Turning to Bruce, she asked, "Is she your new girlfriend?"

Bruce quickly clarified, "She's an old college friend who works for The Daily Planet. She interviewed me earlier, and I'm just hoping her article isn't too brutal."

Bruce needn't have worried; Kara's article would certainly be thorough.

The next morning, Kara arrived at The Daily Planet with the material she had compiled the night before, including four columns she'd written in advance.

Perry White, the editor, skimmed through her article and let out a knowing grunt. "I figured you had something like this ready to go."

Perry had suspected Kara had been holding back a big story, teasing the audience and building suspense.

"Don't publish it all at once," Kara warned Perry. "And remember, I'm taking this month off to visit home. I'm not picking up your calls."

Perry raised an eyebrow at her. "Can't you be a little more ambitious? I was planning to assign you two more columns."

"Nope, this is fine," Kara shot back.

Resigned, Perry sighed and glanced over her notes.

"I have to hand it to you," he admitted. "You always manage to get such solid information."

He was referring to her exclusive interview with Bruce. Kara had managed to dig up more than just gossip, including some insights she was sure Bruce hadn't intended to share.

"Alright, if there's nothing else, I'm heading home," Kara announced. "Still debating whether to drive or take the train, though. Think I can get reimbursed for gas?"

Perry didn't even look up. "No. At best, we'll cover your trip to Gotham."

Kara rolled her eyes. A round trip to Gotham was far less than what it would cost to get to her hometown and back. Typical.

The journey to her family's farm took several hours. When Kara finally arrived, her adoptive parents and Clark came out to greet her, accompanied by their dog.

The once-tiny puppy had grown considerably and now jumped up, wrapping its paws around Kara's waist with a baseball in its mouth.

Kara smiled, took the baseball, and casually threw it far into the distance.

The dog wagged its tail but stopped short when the ball disappeared into the horizon. Whimpering, it trotted over to Clark instead.

"Kara!" Martha Kent chided, wrapping her arms around her daughter. "Don't tease him! He clearly adores you."

It was true. Even though Kara spent the least amount of time at home, the dog seemed to have the strongest bond with her, despite how often she playfully bullied it.

Jonathan emerged from the field, his boots muddy, and prepared to head into town to buy some groceries for a proper lunch.

He muttered under his breath, "You didn't have to come back just for work."

Martha shot him a sharp look. "She came home to see her family."

Jonathan didn't argue, merely shaking his head as he got into his pickup truck.

Clark grinned and gave his sister a warm hug. "Welcome back, Kara."

"Thanks, Clark," she replied with a smile. Then, turning to her father, she added, "By the way, I brought groceries with me. Clark, help me carry them in."

True to form, Kara wasted no time putting her younger brother to work.

Clark opened the trunk and retrieved several large bags, including one with a chicken inside.

"Is this for curry chicken?" he asked with a smirk.

"What curry chicken?" Martha asked, looking at Kara curiously.

Kara quickly shot a glare at Clark. "I don't know what you're talking about!"

Clark winced, realizing his mistake. Kara had always been adamant about not revealing that she could cook, preferring to let others take over the kitchen duties.

The scene at the Kent farm was warm and lively, a stark contrast to Kara's bustling life in Metropolis. But for now, Kara was content to enjoy her brief respite at home before diving back into the chaos of her work and friendships.