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Once Kara got out of the cells and only kind of bolted for the Door, she couldn't get back to the Bar for a few days. She was sort of surprised she missed it, but hey, here it is. Coolness.

First things first - she leaves a long overdue note with Bar.

I turned myself in and did cell time for the fight in the woods. You don't have to, because I worked that out with the girl who took me in, so I'm hoping that you're satisfied with that.

I know it probably won't matter to you, but I am sorry. I hope you're doing okay.

- Supergirl

After that, Kara heads outside to study for Claire's math quiz. One small, blonde, cross-legged levitating girl in an entirely seasonable crop top and shorts is hanging out by the lake as she pours over her mostly borrowed notes.

This, she reflects, would probably be easier if she'd ever taken a test she could remember before that didn't involve hitting things with cars or identifying the silhouettes of weaponry.

Distractions will bring her grade down, but she'll be grateful anyway.

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"And work stupidly," Kara adds to that, only a little bit bitterly, "I mean, back home? We may not always get along but if someone's being a moron they get slapped down. Nobody on Security here would last like two seconds back where I'm from."

Of course, then she remembers Steph and now that's just all kinds of horrible, huh?

"Um, sorry," she says, wincing, "I mean, um, I'm...sort of not too happy with Security right now. But they're not really that bad, I'm just kind of irritated."

"I don't mind. I don't know most of them." He shrugs. "I only know Rachel." His tone says meeting her was not the best thing ever. (Which wasn't her fault.)

Of course it was her fault! Security sucks and is dumb. (Says the sixteen year old alien. Perhaps her view isn't exactly the most reliable?)

"Try to avoid them, then," Kara advises, "I mean, more than just for not breaking rules and getting celled. Don't get celled, either. That sucks a lot."

Wesker thinks of saying he tries to avoid the one he knows, but that conversational trail is a dead end.

"What happened?"

"...in general or to me personally?" Kara asks, because if they're talking about in general that could take a...pretty long time.

"Well, getting celled. That doesn't seem like a general problem."

"Okay, cool, because if you meant in general I'm not exactly a physicist or any and I'd probably make no sense," Kara says, relieved, "I sort of got in a fight. For a good reason! But still. And I turned myself in and spent some time in the cells."

"A fight with whom?" He blinks. "I don't imagine it would take very long against most people." He doesn't know her powers, but she floats, and she said superhero. ". . . turned yourself in?"

Seriously. Who does that?

"Ah, a...wizard?" Kara offers, hand going to the back of her neck. "And...yeah? I mean, I had to sooner or later, so."

"It wasn't Riddle?" he guesses, rather aptly. "Why would you have to?"

"No, and I'm not saying who it was to save them from embarrassment," Kara says, firmly, "And because eventually it would have gotten found out about and also it was the right thing to do?"

"If you like." He considers this. "Security does follow up on incidents rather quickly. Rachel is a psychic, after all."

"Uh-huh." Kara frowns, slightly, and tugs on the laces of her sneaker. "They hand out punishments like idiots, though. Seriously, a couple days for aggravated assault? That's moronic."

"What were you expecting instead?" He has to ask. He's not going to argue with unhappy floaty superhero-y chick! He's just going to ask.

"Well, not for me, because I didn't commit aggravated assault?" Kara says, smiling just a little, because seriously, what a ridiculous idea! "But for the other guy and a different offense. At least a month or so would make sense, but no."

"It seems to depend on the offense. Mine didn't get cell time."

"Really?" Kara perks up. "What did you - no, wait, I won't ask. Sorry."

"Well, my incident. I was not the aggressor." He shrugs. "Security didn't give him cell time at all, as I understand it. They merely took back what he'd stolen in the manner he'd taken it, and left it at that."

"...were you okay with that?" Kara asks, because that's really the important part.

Wesker goes for an unexpected moment of total honesty. His tone goes cold. "I wanted him dead."

Kara is still, for a moment, appraising Wesker carefully.

"He took something that important?" She asks, quietly.

Well, he's not, technically, a sociopath.

"Yes. And then there was the manner." He glances at her, wary, and then gives his head a slight shake. "Picture a sealed file that needs to be torn open where it is for the data to be extracted. Picture the data to be. . . grown into the file, in a sense.

"For the metaphor to be complete, I'd need to have the file stored within my ribcage somehow. I haven't come up with a comparison that I find accurately conveys what happened. I don't return to it very often."

And that would be the plastic tip of one of Kara's shoelaces briefly catching on fire before she flicks off her heat vision and blows it out. Awkward, that.

"Security," she says, calmly, flattening the ruined plastic between her fingers, "Are one of the biggest groups of bureaucratic, short sighted, inept and generally unfit idiots to ever put on shiny pretty badges and call themselves official. In my humble opinion."

Ew. Smell of melted plastic. "Well, what do you do in response to something like that? I found my solution appropriate, but my assailant is protected from me. The data stolen was removed from him in the same manner. I haven't seen him since."

"I'm going to bet he got around...oh, three or so days. For something like that where I'm from, if I'm understanding you right? You go to prison for years. It may not be good enough, but the sentencing system here is just flat out wrong."

She's ignoring the whole 'wanting to kill him' thing, because...she has no moral leg to stand on in the issue of not murdering people, really.