Chapter 55 (edited)

For Kara, an elderly man pressing down on a middle-aged man was a bit of a hot-headed scene to witness.

She shook her head, thinking she might be reading too much into it.

Ra's al Ghul released Bruce Wayne with a snort, seemingly satisfied with the lesson he had imparted. Ra's believed Bruce would stay down and not dare rise again.

Adjusting his suit, Ra's turned his attention to Kara and Bruce. Dressed sharply in a neat suit and leather shoes, Ra's might have seemed like a gentleman. However, knowing his intentions, no one would mistake him for one.

"You think you can stop me?" Ra's sneered, glancing at both of them. Despite facing two versions of Batman, he remained indifferent. "You're just two ordinary people hiding behind masks. Neither of you can stop me or this train."

Kara lowered the hand she'd used to cover her eyes, peeking through her fingers, then shrugged. "He can't, but that doesn't mean I can't. It's time to show you what real skill looks like."

As she spoke, Kara unsheathed the long blade strapped to her back. With swift, deadly precision, she beheaded the four henchmen Bruce had knocked down earlier.

Ra's eyes twitched in irritation.

Unlike Bruce, who held back, Kara's strikes were calculated to kill. Bruce had merely incapacitated them, while Kara made sure they'd never stand again.

Ra's had been confident because he knew his men would recover and return to fight. But now, he stood alone, facing Kara and Bruce.

Bruce, still on the ground, glanced at Kara, who returned his gaze.

"Why? Feeling queasy?" Kara asked coldly. "You have to realize something—if you let your 'master' go, millions of people in Gotham could die. Do you want to gamble the lives of forty million people for your personal code?"

Bruce sighed. "I didn't say anything."

Even Bruce understood the weight of the situation.

"That's better," Kara said, turning her attention back to Ra's. "By the way, do you mind if I clean up the mess for you?"

Her tone was dry, almost mocking. By "cleaning up," she clearly referred to eliminating threats, a job Bruce was unwilling to finish.

Bruce rolled his eyes but remained on the ground, feigning disinterest.

Ra's sneered at the exchange. "You think she can defeat me?"

Kara's slender frame, emphasized by her modified Batsuit, clearly marked her as a woman. The voice changer in her mask darkened her tone, but her feminine cadence was unmistakable.

Ra's felt insulted. How could a mere woman challenge him?

"I..." Ra's began, but Kara moved before he could finish.

In an instant, her silver-white blade slashed toward him, cutting through the air with deadly speed.

Ra's instinctively stepped back, pressing himself against the wall of the train. The cold metal sent a shiver down his spine, but he'd managed to dodge Kara's initial strike.

Her decisiveness and ruthlessness surprised him. She hadn't hesitated or fought conventionally but had opted for an efficient sneak attack instead.

"You..." Ra's began again, anger flashing in his eyes.

Kara didn't wait for him to finish. She lunged forward, raising her right leg for a powerful knee strike.

Ra's barely sidestepped, pressing himself against the train wall.

Boom!

The train shuddered violently as Kara's knee connected with its structure, leaving a deep dent.

Even Ra's, accustomed to extraordinary displays of strength, was momentarily stunned by her power.

Bruce shielded his eyes, wincing as he remembered the times Kara's strength had been directed at him during their training.

Ra's had underestimated her because of her gender. In reality, Kara was faster, stronger, and more lethal than Bruce. Her attacks were crisp, decisive, and designed to kill without hesitation.

Kara remained silent, her cold expression hidden behind her mask. The lower half of her face betrayed a faint, icy smirk, and her red eyes burned with determination.

"Stop running, old man. What are you, a rat?" Kara taunted, her voice cutting through the noise.

She grabbed onto the steel wall of the train, her fingers sinking into the metal as she propelled herself forward. Ra's had no choice but to retreat further, leading them toward the control room of the train.

Cornered in the cockpit, Ra's finally ran out of space to maneuver. He turned to face Kara, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes as he recognized her sheer strength.

"Who are you?" Ra's demanded, desperate for answers.

Kara rolled her eyes beneath her mask. "Why does everyone ask that question? If I wanted you to know who I was, do you think I'd be wearing a mask?"

Ra's opened his mouth to retort, but Kara didn't give him the chance.

"And you," Kara continued coldly, her voice dropping an octave. "Life is a cycle, and your part in it is over."

Her tone was dark, her words laced with menace.

Ra's, unwilling to accept defeat, adopted a defensive stance, prepared for Kara's next move.

As Kara prepared to strike, Bruce finally got to his feet. Instead of assisting Kara, he turned his attention to the train's microwave emitter, still active and endangering the city.

Kara noticed Bruce's indifference and couldn't help but silently complain. Seriously? I'm here fighting for my life, and you're just playing technician?

Ra's noticed Kara's brief distraction and seized the moment to make his escape. He leaped onto the control panel, aiming to jump out of the high-speed train.

But just as he was about to leap, Kara appeared beside him, her hand locking onto his ankle with iron-like strength.

"Did I say you could leave?" Kara snarled.

Ra's turned, his face pale with fear. He had no idea how she'd caught up so quickly.

With a sneer, Kara lifted Ra's into the air and slammed him into the control panel.

Boom!

The force of the impact left Ra's lifeless, his body crumpled against the console.

The train screeched as it began to slow, but Kara's cold expression remained unchanged.

For Kara, the mission wasn't over until the city was safe—and Ra's al Ghul was no longer a threat.