Chapter 28: The Unexpected Messenger
The D.E.O.'s new predictive model for ripple effects was forcing me to be more precise, more subtle. The chess game with Alex had just gained a fascinating new dimension. My focus remained on Kara, whose empathy continued to deepen, allowing me to perceive her subtle shifts in mood, her unspoken hopes. She was still looking for answers about the Glitch, her curiosity now laced with a profound, personal yearning.
Today's target for my subtle influence was a minor, canon-accurate individual named Winslow Schott Jr., though in this iteration, his initial "uniqueness" was less villainous and more…eccentric. He was a struggling street artist, obsessed with abstract expressionism and prone to talking to himself. He also had a minor, almost imperceptible meta-ability: a subconscious ability to briefly infuse mundane objects with a fleeting emotional resonance. Nothing harmful, just… odd. And, crucially, he was often in the right place at the right time.
"Alright, Winslow," I mused, watching him set up his easel in a forgotten alley. "You're about to become a temporary, unwitting cosmic telegraph. No payment required. You're welcome." My internal amusement at the absurdity of the situation was a good counterpoint to the underlying tension of maintaining secrecy. This was an unforeseen consequence of my pervasive reality warping. It was creating new, tangential abilities in the populace. A new ripple effect.
[SKILL: REALITY WARPING (LVL 1). APPLICATION: CONDUIT MANIPULATION (TEMPORARY, INDIRECT). FOCUS: MESSAGE TRANSMISSION.]
I subtly amplified Winslow's inherent ability, focusing it on a discarded newspaper nearby. My goal was not to make the newspaper move, but to make its headlines feel a certain way, to subtly resonate with a specific, unspoken concern of Kara's: her lingering sense of being an outsider, even as Supergirl.
Kara, on a lunch break from CatCo, decided to take a shortcut through that very alley, feeling a vague, empathic sense of unease from a nearby "glitch" that Alex's system might have predicted. She noticed Winslow, muttering to himself, intensely painting a brick wall. Her eye caught the crumpled newspaper beside him.
As she glanced at it, the headlines didn't change visually, but Kara felt a sudden, inexplicable surge of emotion radiating from the paper. A feeling of profound loneliness, of being misunderstood, followed by a fleeting, comforting warmth. Her eyes widened. It was the feeling of being seen, a direct echo of her own core fear, immediately followed by the distinct, comforting presence of "the Glitch." She frowned, picking up the paper, looking at it intensely. It was just a regular newspaper. But the feeling it emitted was undeniable.
"You… you know," she whispered to the empty alley, her gaze sweeping around, searching for an unseen presence. Her determination to understand deepened further, fueled by this deeply personal, almost empathetic communication. This wasn't just a helper; this was someone who truly understood her.
Back at the D.E.O., Alex's new predictive model had indeed flagged an anomaly in that alley. She dispatched agents. They found Winslow, still muttering, still painting his brick wall, oblivious. They scanned the area. Nothing. No residual energy, no reality distortions.
"Agent Danvers," a confused agent reported over the comms, "We found a… performance artist. And Supergirl seemed very interested in a crumpled newspaper. No, sir, no weird readings from the paper itself. Just… a paper."
Alex's brow furrowed. "A performance artist? And Supergirl's interest in a newspaper? Run a deep scan on the artist. Any… unusual energy signatures around him, even minute ones? Anything that could explain a momentary, localized emotional fluctuation?" She was now actively exploring the possibility of Glitch-generated, or Glitch-influenced, meta-abilities. The encounter further pushed her scientific boundaries, making her consider the bizarre.
"Poor Alex," I thought, a small, wry smile on my face. "You're getting warmer. But not warm enough to catch the architect." Winslow, the accidental messenger, remained oblivious, humming a strange, tuneless melody as he painted. My caution had paid off. The message was delivered, Kara's connection deepened, and my secrecy remained intact, even as the ripples of my power continued to generate new, unforeseen complexities in National City. The game was escalating, not just in threats, but in the very fabric of reality itself.
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