Supergirl snared

The harsh midday sun beats down on the abandoned industrial park, casting long, skeletal shadows from rusted beams and broken scaffolding. Heat shimmers off the cracked asphalt as you step into the open, no longer needing the cover of darkness—this place is forgotten enough that no one will interrupt what you’ve set in motion. Every detail went exactly as planned: the fabricated emergency, the trail designed to pull her in, the device hidden in plain sight. And she came, just as you knew she would—fast, determined, and completely unprepared. Now she lays on the ground caught in your snare, the kryptonite device pulsing with a dull green glow that weakens her with every passing second. You pace slowly up to her, watching the subtle tremor in her arms as she struggles against restraints that would mean nothing without the poison draining her strength.