Supersisters
The super strength wasn’t hard to work out. Nor was the speed. These were familiar territory for Cass- just readjust for how much pressure and effort was used. She’d been doing those subtle adjustments her whole life. Okay, she hadn’t had to do them on this scale, but she worked it out. Mostly.
The senses took some getting used to. One thing to see someone react to something miles away, another to experience it first hand. People’s heartbeats would never be the same to Cass, again.
The kicker were what Cass thought of as the “weird” powers. The things she had no notion of, no grounding for. Heat vision wasn’t a kick. Super breath wasn’t a punch. But how Kara, Conner, and Clark used them- they were just as effective as any of the nerve pinches Cass knew. Now if only she could master them as quickly.
Cass made a face at the half-charred stumps she’d been practicing on all morning.
“This is dumb,” she said, sighing and rubbing her eyes.