There's really no point in wearing a coat, even if she had one, he's already figured out a few things about what she can do, so when Kara warily arrives at the ice rink, it's in a summer dress patterned with sunflowers. She doesn't even shiver when she steps inside and leaves the hot sun behind her, and she isn't emitting much light at all right now.

He's a villain, she's a hero, they both know it, and inviting her here just reeks of a trap. If they were back home, in Central or in National, it would be.

She picks her way through the seats to the edge of the ice and leans both hands against the low wall surrounding the rink, frowning at the figure lying on the ice. With a snow cone?

"Are you sure you aren't a metahuman?"