Supergirl Defender Of Love

The void of space burned with emerald fire.

Chunks of shattered warships drifted like forgotten relics as Kara Zor-El shot through the wreckage, a streak of gold and red. Her eyes blazed with heat vision, carving molten lines through Brainiac's defense drones. Each burst of energy exploded in brilliant eruptions, but Kara didn't stop to admire her work.

There were too many. Always too many.

"Just another day in space," she muttered, weaving through debris as plasma blasts streaked past her. Her cape fluttered behind her like a war banner.

A voice crackled through her earpiece—Brainiac's cold, calculated tone, devoid of emotion. "Resistance is illogical. You cannot withstand the might of my fleet."

"Oh yeah?" Kara grinned, clenching her fists. "Might want to recalculate, metalhead."

She rocketed forward, fists glowing with solar energy. The nearest drone barely had time to register her presence before she punched straight through it, its circuits sparking as it split apart.

Brainiac's warship loomed ahead—a massive, skull-like vessel adorned with green Kryptonite reactors. The quantum cannon on its front began to hum ominously, gathering enough power to vaporize an entire planet.

Earth was in its crosshairs.

Kara's jaw tightened. "Not happening."

With a burst of speed, she dodged a barrage of missiles, grabbed one mid-air, and hurled it back at the ship. It detonated against the hull, but the cannon continued charging.

"Alright, fine—let's do this the hard way."

She shot toward the ship's core like a comet, fists raised. Brainiac's voice droned in her ear again, calm as ever.

"You cannot stop what is inevitable."

"We'll see about that."

She slammed into the hull with a thunderous impact, ripping through the metal plating. Alarms blared. Brainiac's drones swarmed her, but Kara spun, unleashing a blast of heat vision that reduced them to molten scrap.

The reactor chamber was ahead—glowing with concentrated Kryptonite energy.

Her skin prickled. Her body ached.

Kryptonite—the one thing that could weaken her.

But she pushed through the pain. Strength mattered more than anything. Schemes, machines, calculations—they all crumbled before absolute power.

"That's your mistake, Brainiac," she growled under her breath. "You thought you could win with logic. But I've got fists—and I'm not afraid to use them."

She drove her fists into the core, unleashing all her strength. The reactor buckled. Energy surged, wild and unstable. The quantum cannon flickered and died.

"You lose."

The explosion tore through the ship, sending shockwaves across the void. Kara shot out from the wreckage, cape trailing behind her as flames consumed what remained of Brainiac's fleet.

She hovered, breathing heavily but victorious.

Finally… it was over.

Silence settled over the battlefield. Stars twinkled in the distance. Kara let out a breath, allowing herself a small smile.

"Damn, I'm good."

She wiped the soot from her cheek, stretching her sore muscles. The battle had pushed her hard—but nothing she couldn't handle. Kryptonite or not, she was still Kryptonian.

Still the Last Daughter of Krypton.

Still—

Honk. Honk.

Kara froze.

Her brow furrowed.

Honk. Honk.

The sound was faint, but unmistakable.

"What… was that?"

She glanced around. Space was empty. No ships, no drones—just the remnants of her battle. But the sound came again, clearer this time.

HOOOONK.

It echoed across the stars like a warped car horn.

Kara's eyes narrowed. "…That can't be right."

She scanned her surroundings, half expecting another enemy fleet. Maybe some new Brainiac backup—some final weapon. But there was nothing. Just empty void.

Until, in the distance, she saw it.

Two faint lights—headlights.

Her heart skipped a beat. "No way."

The lights grew brighter, cutting through the void like twin suns. Then came the silhouette—a massive, boxy vehicle hurtling through space.

A truck.

An actual space truck.

It glowed faintly green—Kryptonite energy radiating from its chassis. The sound of its roaring engine somehow carried through the vacuum. She could see the faint outline of a driver in the front cab, casually sipping from a coffee cup.

The truck's horn blared again, louder this time—HOOOOONK.

Kara stared, slack-jawed.

"What the hell…?"

The truck barreled toward her, gaining speed. A gleaming logo shimmered on its side: "Kryptonite Express Space Delivery – We Deliver, You Suffer."

And below it, several bumper stickers plastered across the rear:

"HONK IF YOU HATE KRYPTONIANS."

"I BRAKE FOR NO ONE."

"KRYPTONITE INSIDE – HANDLE WITH FEAR."

The driver waved. He actually waved.

Kara blinked.

Her instincts screamed at her to move—but she was too stunned.

"Wait, wait, WAIT—"

HOOOONK.

The headlights flared.

The engine roared.

And the last thing Kara thought before impact was:

"You've gotta be kidding me."

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