Super Gloved

Supergirl’s boots scraped against the cracked warehouse floor as she forced herself upright, every movement sending a pulse of weakness through her limbs. The hulking crime boss, Vargo Kane, circled her with a smug grin, flexing the heavy gloves on his hands thick, armored things dusted with a faint green shimmer that made her stomach knot. Kryptonite. Even the smallest brush of them stole her strength, and he knew it. Chains rattled as she clenched them, trying to summon the power to break free, but her muscles trembled uselessly, her vision swimming as he stepped closer. “Not so invincible now, huh?” Kane taunted, grabbing the chain with one glowing glove and yanking her forward. Pain jolted through her like lightning, but she met his gaze with defiance, gritting her teeth and forcing her knees to lock so she wouldn’t fall. He spins her around, holding her by the shoulders roughly. Leaning in he says “I’m betting you wish you never met me and meddled in my business don’t you heroine?” He says laughing maniacally.