"What were you thinking about?"
A girl in a red cape descended from the sky, her strikingly long legs clad in knee-high boots woven from special fibers, and landed lightly on the edge of the rooftop.
Someone had already arrived before her: a seemingly unremarkable boy with a black buzz cut and a formfitting Metal Battle Suit with a distinctly medieval Ancient Egyptian style. He sat on the edge of the rooftop, chin propped in his hand, looking miserable.
"Nothing, Kara. I'm fine."
The boy gave a perfunctory reply, but that clearly wasn't enough to quash Supergirl's curiosity.
"Michael! I thought we were friends!"
Michael sighed, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with Kara's claim.
"Strictly speaking, my father and your younger cousin are friends. Ha, for various reasons, your younger cousin is your guardian now, so this is really just a friendship between our elders."
"But we're still classmates now. You can't deny that, can you?"
Kara took the opportunity to sit down. Her invisible bio-electric aura supported her as she settled gently beside Michael. The distance between them was clearly a little too intimate for mere classmates, but neither mentioned it.
Michael stayed in the same position, his face still clouded with worry. He merely switched the hand supporting his chin so Kara could look him in the eye as they spoke.
"My dad's become the most wanted criminal in the multiverse. Honestly, I thought I'd get bullied at school or something, but everyone's been really nice and accepting. I just can't help feeling uncomfortable."
Kara's eyes widened, and she threw an arm around Michael's shoulders.
"Uncle Brad might seem a little cold, but he should actually be a good person!"
"Just think about it. Uncle Brad has so, so much to do. He's always running around between universes, and