"I think I would remember giving you the Fortress."

Sakura nods at him and says, "I suppose I should correct myself then. Kal gave me the Fortress." Clark's eyes narrow, and he is seconds away from making a few accusations, but Sakura continues talking. "He set up the Fortress so that if there is ever any mention in the media of a divorce between the two of us, then I get everything he valued. It's typical divorce proceedings for your world if there is no prenuptial agreement—well, no. I guess there is an agreement in place if I got everything. I just didn't know about it."

Clark stares at her stunned. Of all the explanations this is one that he has not even come close to expecting. It shouldn't still surprise him this much how much the Dictator had loved his wife. It definitely shouldn't surprise him that she loved the evil bastard so much that she would slow dance with a robot image of him.

"Can you give it back?"

Sakura opens her mouth to reply, but the robot Dictator answers in her stead. "No. You will not take another damned thing away from her. Now get the fuck out."

Clark hears Sakura sigh.

"How is he here? How did he do this?" He directs the question at Sakura, but the answer comes to him as soon as it left his lips. "Jor-El." His father. This is how his father communicated to him telling him where he comes from—although he didn't use the robots. No, that is an idea that ultimately belongs to the Dictator.

"Look Sakura; he's not as dumb as he looks." He watches as Sakura bites her bottom lip and avoids eye contact with him. Instinctively he knows she is laughing at him. He moves to stop the playback but when he takes a step toward the controls the force field that blocked him out of the Fortress keeps him from stepping forward. Sakura-El's eyes widen, and a grin stretches across the faux-Dictator's face. Sakura throws her hands up in the air and says, "Really Kal? Really?" The Dictator remains largely unrepentant.

"Hush and let me talk to him." Surprisingly enough silence falls. "As of right now I can't give the Fortress back. I don't know how." She holds up a finger when the Dictator's projection looks like it would speak. "And even if I could, at this point, I wouldn't."

"I—" This time Sakura points her finger at Clark silencing his words.

"No. I need some time to think. All of this—it's a lot. And I'm not making a snap decision about this. Kal gave me the Fortress for a reason. I have to respect that. And frankly, Superman, you do too. You may want to pretend that you have no links to me, but you do—me having access to the Fortress is proof of that. So I'm asking you politely to give me time and space. I'm pretty sure we both need it right now."

She is right. He can't argue with her, so he curtly nods his head and disappears from her sight.

There is no one he can go and talk to about this. He still has a lot of fences to mend even though he never set out to hurt anyone. It is his body that hurt a lot of people and trust, especially broken trust, has to be earned. Being alone is not a pleasant feeling.

Once Superman left, the Kal-bot tells her to think about his words and then act on them. Sakura doesn't agree, but she did tell Kal she will think about it.

Sakura is still in the Fortress when a beep alerts her to an incoming transmission. Sakura goes to the screen, selects a few buttons, and before she knows it, Kara is on the screen in front of her. Sakura's eyes widen in surprise.

"Kara! How are you?"

"I think the better question is, how are you?"

"I'm—"

Kara rolls her eyes and cuts her off, "You're not fine. I told Kal that I'd come and kill his body if this happened and you wanted it. So I'm putting the offer on the table for you."

Sakura chuckles. "I don't want Superman dead." Kara opens her mouth to argue, but Sakura continues. "I want Batman dead." Kara's mouth snaps shut. "And that is something that I want the pleasure of all to myself."

"I can understand that. Still, do you need me to come home?"

"I don't think that's a good idea right now. Besides, Conner is here and so is Krypto. I'll manage."

"You can do better than manage. Don't let Superman's stupidity at letting you go, get you down. And if you want I can scourge the universe for more of that Kryptonite and bring Kal back."

Sakura's breath hitches, and she wavers. It is a tempting offer, but that isn't what Kal wanted.

"No, thank you, Kara. Don't go out of your way but," Sakura's mind races. "But if by chance you find some bring it back home when you can."

"That I can do. Take care of yourself."

"And while you're out there live up to your potential and conquer a few worlds."

"I'd rather destroy them."

"Long-term, conquering is more satisfying."

"Agree to disagree?"

Sakura laughs. "Yeah." Sakura sobers. "Kara, did Kal by any chance tell you that if he died, he wanted me to start a relationship with Superman?"

Kara scowls. "He told me that bull shit, but Superman is not like us. You'd be setting yourself up for a whole lot of trouble."

Maybe she will be, but if it is too bad, well, Kara is willing to look for the Kryptonite.

"I know, Kara."

"Just…leave Earth. I'll come for you and Kon. We'll stick together. Hell, we'll even fulfill Kal's dream if you want."

"There's no point in that if he's not around to see it. Besides, you'd rather destroy worlds, remember? I don't want you to be unhappy."

"Some world is bound to have an uprising. I can destroy it as an example to the masses."

Sakura laughs. "Really Kara? Sometimes you're just as bad as Kal."

"We are related."