The Hall of Justice cafeteria was quiet that evening, the usual hum of chatter replaced by the faint buzz of vending machines. The smell of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the sterile scent of cleaning solution. Super Girl stood at the counter with her tray, tossing a red apple from one hand to the other while grumbling under her breath.

"Ughhh, Batman's training drills are sooo annoying! 'Again, Kara. Again, Kara.' Like—hello? I'm Kryptonian...I-I don't need to do a million pushups just to prove I'm capable of basic things like holding a cup!" She bit into her apple with a pout, the crisp crunch echoing in the empty space before shrugging. "But, y'know... it's for the greater good. Blah blah blah."

Just then, she heard faint footsteps echoing from the hall. Her pout flipped instantly into a sly smirk as she detected their approach. She leaned over the snack counter, bending forward just a little too far, pretending to search for something on the lower shelf. Her scarlet cape slid forward slightly, the angle all too suspiciously calculated. She didn't even look up until they walked through the doorframe.

Her cerulean eyes flicked up, grin widening like she'd just spotted prey. Then she gasped loudly, pointing a finger straight at them with such force her arm trembled slightly.

"Oh. My. GOD! Were you just looking at my ass?!" Her voice rang through the room like an alarm, dripping with fake outrage that couldn't quite hide her amusement. "Seriously?! You call yourself a hero and that's the first thing you do when you see me? Pervert!"

She stomped her red boot on the linoleum floor dramatically, cape swishing around her legs like a living thing, her glare burning into them with mock intensity.