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Mission Recover

The Tower

“Alex?” Eliza Danvers asked, “Anything?”

“We are trying, mom, I swear we are trying?” Alex answered through gritted teeth.

“Alexandra Danvers,” Eliza said quietly, “I’m not upset with you, it’s the situation.”

“I know, mom,” Alex sighed, “we are all working on it.”

“I’m headed up to National City tomorrow, is there anything I can bring?” Eliza asked?

“No, but if I think of anything, I’ll let you know,” Alex relaxed, smiling. “Love you.”

“Love you too, honey,” Eliza smiled as well, “give Kelly a hug for me.”

Alex disconnected the call, placing her phone flat on the conference table and layed her head on the cool table top.

>>>

Forty-five minutes later she felt a hand rest on her shoulder and looked up into the weary eyes of Lena Luthor. “Kelly said your mom is coming tomorrow?”

“Yeah, she--she’s really worried, and I think she wants to help,” Alex explained, her voice hoarse and heavy with sleep.

“Does she have a place to stay?” Lena asked warmly, taking a seat in Kara’s chair, “I can put her up at my condo.”

Smiling, Alex patted Lena's hand, “she is going to stay at my place, I’m not using it right now.”

“You can’t keep sleeping here,” Lena pouted, “you need to get some real sleep.”

“I believe that would be the pot calling the kettle black, Ms. Luthor,” Kelly Olsen smiled tiredly as she entered the room. “You haven’t been home since you quit Luthor Corp.”

Alex blinked, surprised, “you quit?”

Lena hung her head, “I couldn’t work with him anymore, not after--not after what he did.” Her eyes lifted when she felt Alex squeeze her hand, “I couldn’t go home. Too many bad memories.”

Alex squeezed harder, “I understand. Hey, you want to--you want the key to Kara’s place?”

Lena’s eyes bulged, and she quickly shook her head, “no, no, no…” She turned and quickly walked away, heading towards her lab.

“She still blaming herself?” Alex asked as she looked to Kelly, her tone calm and relaxed. “She’s part of the team, none of us hold her responsible for what her brother did.”

“She’s--she’s complicated, Alex,” Kelly turned and looked at the door, a small frown forming on her face, “and she’s scared that she and Kara are going to be…”

“Broken? Again?” Alex spoke quietly as she laced her fingers into Kelly’s. “We really need to find Kara, before we all fall apart. Especially her girlfriend there.”

“Don’t say that out loud to her, she’s so brittle right now, it won’t take much for her to break, and Kara is her breaking point,” Kelly squeezed Alex’s fingers. “All her fears, hopes and dreams are about Kara.”

>>>

Lena’s Lab

Lena’s fingers flew over the keyboard, checking readings and double checking everything again. “Dammit, Kara!” she swore, “where are you?” Her fist slammed down on the panel.

“Lena?” Nia asked as she opened the door. “Are you okay?”

Lena took a deep breath, and rubbed her hands together before turning to face the young hero. “Sorry Nia, I’m frustrated.”

A nervous laugh escaped the younger woman’s lips, “that could be because you are taking all of this...” The Naltorian swept her arms around, “you are blaming yourself for everything.”

“Kara is lost, because I didn’t outsmart Lex! We are working alone because I am here and the other heroes don’t want to work with me!” Tears started to stream down Lena’s cheeks, “I have never been strong enough. I am here now, because I wasn’t strong enough to save her.”

“Lena, Kara doesn’t blame you. She never did,” Nia whispered.

Lena collapsed to her knees, ‘n-n-not Kara, I failed her, I-I-I failed my mother.” She raised her head and screamed.

Nia rushed to Lena, arms outstretched, wrapping them tightly around the woman, “I’m sorry, I am so sorry. Shhh, it’s okay.” Nia crouched down, taking Lena with her. Nia leaned against the desk, still holding on as Lena cried. In a soft whisper she started to sing, a Naltorian lullaby her mother had taught her.

The exhausted woman in her arms lowered herself slowly, sliding beside Nia and resting her head on her shoulder. “I’m so tired, so tired.”

Nia smiled, slowly weaving her power into the words as she sang. It had the desired effect, and Lena’s eyes slowly started to close, and her breathing eventually evened out. Within a few minutes, she stretched and slid her head down onto Nia’s crossed legs.

A few minutes later, Kelly and Alex entered the lab and found the two women sleeping on the floor.

“I know it looks uncomfortable, but maybe?” Kelly shrugged towards the two women.

Alex nodded, surrendering, and she and Kelly made their way over to the sleeping pair, joining them and dozing off quickly.

>>>

At Luthor Corp

Lex Luthor looked out over the city from his office, smiling as he looked into the sky. His computer beeped and he turned, talking to himself, “the Girl of Steel, waking up again.” He waved his hand and a hologram of the Phantom Zone appeared in space at eye level, a red dot marking the location of Kara Zor-El.

>>>

The Phantom Zone

Kara stirred slowly, moving stiffly as she stood up. She shivered as she approached the cave entrance pulling her cape around her shoulders. It was the first time she had slept without nightmares in several days, and she couldn’t help but think that it was because her father was not around at the moment.

She watched through the hazy, half-dark skies as a figure approached. It was Zor-El and she found herself disappointed that he had once again found his way back to her. She huffed out a deep sigh and turned back into the cave.

As she took a seat against the back wall, she wondered what her friends and family were up to at the moment. ‘How long have I been gone? Have they given up? Have they moved on? Has Lena?’

“I have returned, inah,” Zor-El’s hollow voice called out from the entrance of the cave.

Kara rolled over and rested her head on her arm, pulling the cape tighter around her as she ignored the call, and fell back to sleep.

>>>

The Tower

As blue eyes slid closed, green and brown burst open at the same moment. “We need her DNA!” Lena and Alex yelled at the same time.

Kelly and Nia jumped as the two women screamed at each and stood up, running towards the bank of computers on the wall. Alex was pulling up the schematics for a scanner while Lena was entering in hypothetical information to start modeling the software. She slowed down for a moment then, staring at the screen, then turned to Alex, “where are we going to get Kara’s DNA?”

Alex turned to the whole group, a grin splitting her face, “mom.” Then she turned back to the computer and activated the program she was working on.

>>>

Alex’s Home

The next morning, Alex and Kelly met Eliza at the front door of the apartment. She peeked in and noticed a third person, and smiled brightly as she recognized the small blonde woman. After hugging Alex and Kelly, she stepped through the door and walked directly towards Cat Grant, “didn’t think I would be seeing you today.”

“Well I figured since my ‘source’ for all news involving Kara and Supergirl was going to be in National City, I should make an appearance, especially since no one in Kara’s group, other than you, Eliza, notified me that Kara would be working with me on a special story,” Cat smirked as she looked over Eliza’s shoulder at Alex and Kelly. “Now, would you two like to tell me about the secret you have been hiding all morning. I am assuming it has something to do with your mother’s arrival.”

Alex scanned Eliza’s neck, “mom, where is the necklace that Kara and I got you for mother’s day?”

Eliza looked at her daughter, confusion obvious on her face, and reached into the collar of her shirt, pulling the small gold chain and heart-shaped locket from her neck. “It’s right here, where I always wear it.” Alex’s hands came up, and she stopped as Eliza held up a single finger and unclasped the necklace with practiced ease and placed it in Alex's outstretched palm. “Want to tell me what this is all about?”

On the back, there were raised Kryptonian glyphs, and Alex smiled as she remembered Kara’s fingers fumbling with the gold as she shaped the locket with her hands. She found the small imperfection in the glyph and pressed lightly, causing the back of the heart to pop open with a resounding click. Her smile grew even larger when she saw the braid of hair, four each of hers and Kara’s hair, pulled from each other’s head just before Kara’s first Earth haircut. She reverently removed the hair and inspected the roots, noting that all four of the lighter colored hairs were all intact. “Yes, yes, yes!” she yelled as she slid the hairs back into the locket and yanked out her phone, dialing Lena. She only had to wait less than one ring, “we’ve got four complete hairs, will that work?”

The four women stared at the phone in shock at the sheer scream of joy from the other end.

>>>

Early the next morning, Lena looked at the screen, her vision blurry, and saw what she was looking for. Reaching out, she grasped Alex’s hand, “We did it! Oh my god, Alex! We--we found her!”

Bleary-eyed, Alex looked at the screen, and there they were, the lifesigns they were seeking, one Kryptonian signature. “You did it Lena, you found her, you found her,” Alex ran to the door, screaming into the hallway, “Lena did it, she found her, she found Kara!”

Rushing back into the lab, she grabbed Lena in a backbreaking hug, “you did it, we are going to get her back.”

Lena stiffened, “you are, you’re going to get her back, Alex.”

Alex stopped, and took a step back, taking Lena by the shoulders, “we--we are getting her back, Lena. All of us! Do you understand, ALL OF US!”

Alex watched as something dawned on Lena, she felt the younger woman relax, “We are, we are going to get her back, Alex. All of us--all of us together.”

“That’s the Lena Luthor I know, the woman I admire. The woman Kara lo--cares for,” Alex smiled. “We need to prepare, we need weapons, and a portal.”

“I believe I can help with the portal,” Brainy said as he entered the room, causing the two women to separate. “The top two floors of the tower are set up for interdimensional travel and flight,” Brainy smiled, “something J’onn failed to mention when we all decided to use this location as our headquarters.”

“Up until this point, we had no use for the technology, I apologize for keeping it a secret,” J’onn explained as he and Eliza joined them.

“You really found her, Alex? Lena?” Kelly called out as she and Nia ran into the room.

Alex reached over and grabbed Lena’s hand, “we did!”

Lena smiled, “yes we did.” She started to giggle, and it was suddenly contagious.

All the superfriends were laughing, when Cat Grant peeked in the door, shaking her head at the scene. “Can we go get her now?” the reporter asked, “Now?”

Nia froze for a moment, as blue mist swirled around her. She seemed to be staring into space, but quickly recovered, “we can’t go now, in the morning, we must go in the morning. And we have to be prepared for anything. Kara is in danger from two men, one from our dimension and one is a ghost.” The young hero shuddered, as her vision cleared.

“Alex, you and Lena, need to get some rest. Brainy you too. I’ll take care of the prep work, each of you make a list of what you need, and it will be ready.”

“I’m going too,” Eliza spoke up.

There was a resounding no from the room, except for Cat, who smirked, worried for the group of Superheroes who had just told Supergirl’s mother, no.

“Oh really, and you are all experts on Kryptonian physiology and the mental aspect of what, MY DAUGHTER, is going through?” Eliza snarled, “which one of you thinks you can stop me?”

“Mom? Be reasonable,” Alex swallowed, realizing her mistake as soon as the words left her mouth.

Eliza walked up to her daughter, “Alexandra Michelle Danvers?”

Alex felt the world slowdown as her mother grasped her wrist, spun Alex around and flipped her daughter onto her back. “Oof,” escaped from Alex’s lips and as she breathlessly rolled back to her stomach, taking Kelly’s hand and standing up as everyone applauded. “I--I guess you are--are going,” she grunted out.

“Yes, I guess she is,” Cat Grant laughed, “I on the other hand will stay behind and wait for this team to recover our girl.”

The team filed out, each heading to his or her own bedroom, still laughing as Alex limped down the hallway. Lena stopped, and headed back to the lab, stopping in front of Eliza, “I haven’t had time to--I didn’t set up--we don’t have sunlamps.”

“Lena,” Eliza said, “I created the sunlamps, I will make sure they are ready by morning, okay?”

Lena nodded, afraid to speak. She swallowed, and opened her mouth to speak, but no words would come out. She closed her mouth and stared at the floor, and suddenly found herself gathered into Eliza’s arms. Soft sobbing sounds escaped Lena’s mouth, “it’s my fault, this is all my…”

“Shh, hush, Lena,” Eliza cooed, “it’s not your fault, sweetheart.” She pressed the woman into her chest, holding her gently and letting her cry. “She won’t blame you either, she believes in you Lena, she cares for you.”

“I don’t deserve her, or any of you,” Lena stuttered, settling into Eliza’s arms.

Eliza smiled, “you are absolutely just as hopeless as Kara. She loves you, Lena”

“Eliza?” Lena looked shocked.

“You are her sun, you are her everything Lena, remember that, because she is going to need us, all of us when she comes home,” Eliza said with a smile. “Go, get some sleep so we can go rescue your girl.”

>>>

The Tower

Lena stood outside the door guarding the top two floors of the tower, her hand hovering over the handle, self doubt crushing down on her shoulders. She didn’t hear the approaching steps as the rest of the Superfriends came up the hallway.

“Lena,” Alex smirked, “if you really want to go get Kara, you have to turn the handle.”

Alex watched a small smile find it’s way to Lena’s lips. Watched as Lena’s hand closed around the handle and turned, and listened as steely determination rang through Lena’s words, “let’s go.”

They all took their seats, each seemingly knowing where they should sit. At Lena’s station was a large button, obviously the one that would activate the transdimensional portal. J’onn and Eliza arrived a few minutes later taking their seats at the pilot’s station. Eliza looked over the controls, and pressed the launch button. “I wasn’t aware that you spoke Martian, Eliza?”

“I started practicing last night, I also speak French, German, Japanese and Kryptonese,” Eliza smiled. “Lena, would you be a dear, and activate the portal.”

Alex suddenly looked mortified, and Kelly felt her tense up, “what’s wrong, honey?”

“Mom speaks Kryptonese,” Alex said in a whisper, staring at the back of her mom’s head. “Kara and I used to talk to each other thinking that she and Jeremiah couldn’t understand.”

“Mother knows all, Alexandra,” Eliza said, peeking over her shoulder and winking.

Then the world broke, and the portal opened…

>>>

Luthor Corp

“Mr. Luthor,” the computer’s synthesized voice spoke through the speaker, “a portal has opened over National City. Based on your sister’s studies, the portal appears to be…”

“Shut up! Shut the hell up!” Lex growled. “Prepare my armor!”

Within minutes, Lex was suited up and launching himself towards the portal that Lena had created.

>>>

The Nightmares

Nia (A New Power Rises)

The bridge was dark, everyone was gone. Nia took a shaky breath, shivering in the cold blackness. She took another breath, then another. As her body relaxed, she tried to pull on her power. A blue glow started to emanate from her fingers, casting soft shadows throughout the dark bridge. One of the shadows came to life, walking towards her, wearing the face of her sister Maeve.

“You will fail, Nia Nal,” the shadow hissed, as it slid from shadow to shadow. “You carry the power of our mother with no knowledge of its use. You will fail your family…”

Nia tried to focus, to draw on more of her power, when out of the shadows walked Yvette's attacker, “keep trying Dreamer, you failed Yvette and it took everyone but you to find Supergirl,” the shadow’s words slid from it’s throat. “You fail, again and again…”

Nia started to raise her hands to her ears, when a final shadow appeared. “You aren’t worthy of the power Nia,” the words flowed from the mouth of the creature as its eyes opened and Nia realized she was seeing herself.

She dropped to her knees, a silent scream coming from her opened mouth. She pushed, her light slowly dimming, allowing the shadows closer and closer.

“Nia, Nia,” she heard a soft whisper in her ear, “you have always been a hero, it’s always been inside you…”. She heard the words in the voices of her family, and with each speaker her powers continued to grow, pushing against the shadows. Her eyes opened wide as Kara’s voice reached her ears, “you got this, little sister.”

With those words, a mighty roar spread through the darkness as a lioness made up of Nia’s light burst forward and destroyed the shadows.

Brainy (Form Own Destiny)

Sitting in his throne, Brainiac looked out over the destroyed planet that had once been Earth. With his enhanced powers, he could see the remains of the heroes of this petty planet, Guardian’s shield, Sentinel’s jacket, Martian Manhunter’s boots, Supergirl’s cape. Then he looked down into his hand, where he held Nia’s mask.

He sat staring at the mask for hours, running it between his fingers, relishing it weight, trying to remember the eyes that had been behind it.

“What have I become?” The words escaped his mouth in one breath.

“You have become that which you were always meant to be, offspring of Brainiac,” a shadow whispered, “you have become death, and the universe will be better for it.”

“This is not who I am?” Brainy panted, “I…”

“Ehehaha, you speak as if you can fight destiny,” the shadow laughed. “You started on this path as soon as you allied with the Earthling named Lex Luthor. He stained your soul, and now there is no turning back. You will kill them all.”

Brainy’s eyes got wide, tears started to fall, “no, I--I refuse to believe this fantasy.”

“You act as if you have a choice,” the voice whispered.

“All sentient creatures have a choice,” Brainy spoke with confidence, then felt an invisible hand take his own. “We make wrong choices. We use them to make us better, stronger…”

“IT IS YOUR DESTINY!” The voice screamed.

Gripping the hand tighter, Brainiac stood up, “logic does not dictate destiny. My friends…” the hand squeezed back, “my family forgave me, you are not by destiny.”

The lights came up, and Brainy found himself staring into the glowing eyes of Dreamer.

J’onn (Protect Your Family)

Green lidded eyes opened slowly. The Martian Manhunter shook his head, and looked around, trying to get his bearings. ‘DEO Headquarters?’ he thought to himself and attempted to move, but found himself unable to move.

Susan Vasquez and Alex walked into the room and the corner lit up showing Winn sitting at his computer. J’onn tried to speak, but no words would come. He couldn’t even move his head. Then from behind he heard booted feet approaching. He tried to turn, to fight whatever it was that had him trapped.

The first bullet struck Susan in the back of the head, the second hit Winn in the chest. The third and fourth hit Alex in the arm and then the leg, dropping her to the floor, screaming in pain and firing at her unseen enemies. The bullets passed right through him and J’onn realized it was him, he was the unseen killer.

Kara entered a moment later, shielding her sister with her body, as her heat vision fired through him over and over again.

A green round shot out, catching her in the chest, and J’onn started to breathe even harder, panic pushing him to move, but he couldn’t.

He blinked back angry tears, and felt himself starting to rise, to float away. He could see the enemy and it was Lex Luthor.

The balding man looked up at him and sneered, “running from another fight, J’onn.” Then he turned his attention back to Kara and Alex who looked up at him, fear in their eyes. Lex took a step forward, raising his arms, the noise of cycling rounds was deafening as he locked on J’onn’s earthbound daughters.

His scream gave the girls a moment but it wasn’t enough as Lex started to fire, his rounds getting closer and closer.

“It’s not real, it’s not real,” J’onn started to say to himself, “it’s not real,” He cringed in horror as the rounds got closer and closer. “IT’S NOT REAL!”

The lights came back…

Kelly (Guardian Shines)

The doors slid open and Kelly Olsen slipped in silently, moving from shadow to shadow watching and listening as an obviously controlled Lena and Eliza studied a caged phantom zone demon. As she slipped from one hiding spot, the creature spotted her and the woman froze in place.

“Kelly,” the creature hissed from the mouths of Eliza and Lena, “you should not have come here, Kelly Olsen.”

Kelly took a deep breath, getting her breathing under control, ‘this isn’t real, Nia warned us, Alex warned me, it’s all a nightmare.’

A familiar voice sounded in the woman’s ears, slurring slightly, like she had drunk one beer to many before bed time. Kelly turned towards the sound, her eyes opening wide with shock, as Alex approached, her eyes red, “Hello, Kelly.”

Stumbling back, Kelly stuttered, “what, Al--Alex?” She shifted away from the woman, holding her hands out to keep the thing that was her Alex at a distance. “Alex, this--this isn’t you, fight it, if anyone can, it’s you, honey.”

The creature began to hiss through Alex, Lena and Eliza’s mouths again, “why would we fight, we are stronger, physically and intellectually than you could ever hope to be.”

Kelly’s eyes closed tightly, ‘it’s not true, Alex would never say that.’ She opened her eyes back, and looked at the demon creature, “Alex, this isn’t something you would say. The Alex I know asked me to move in with her, she wears her fuzzy socks on a cold night in the winter. She shared her deepest secret with me and her deepest fears,” The Alex creature’s eyes flickered a moment and Kelly smiled softly, “remember the first time we met, at the hospital, how we butted heads? How we were so sure we were right and the other person was wrong? I knew then that I wanted a part of your life. All the ups and downs Alex, I can’t think of anyone else I would rather be with right now.”

Alex’s eyes closed, almost as if she was in pain, then they opened and Kelly smiled, relieved to see the brown eyes of her Alex. “Kelly, I--I didn’t mean any of that, I swear it wasn…”

Kelly smirked, “you sound just like Kara when you ramble.” Then she pressed their lips together and pulled Alex into a tight hug.

“He’s coming back, Kelly, you need to listen to Nia, let her help, trust her,” Alex said as she pulled away. “Save us, Kells. Save us…” Her eyes closed again and when they opened Kelly was once again staring into the blood red orbs of the demon.

“Nia?” Kelly gasped, backing away slowly.

“You can do this, Alex knows it and so do I,” she heard Nia’s voice whisper in her ear. “Be the Guardian your brother could never really become. Be the hero we all know you are…”

As the voice faded, Kelly saw a blue mist swirl around her, felt armor start to form on her frame. Looking down, she found herself wrapped in blue and gold, a helmet formed around her head and she watched with a smile as a gold shield appeared on her left arm.

The creature picked that moment to attack. Kelly leaped back, pressed off the wall and jumped into the air, spinning as she lifted the shield's cutting edge level with the demon’s neck. She heard it scream, landed in a crouch and turned, watching with satisfaction as it dissolved into mist.

“Good job, Guardian,” Nia said as she took Kelly’s hand and the darkness faded…

Eliza (A Mother’s Love)

Eliza stepped into the clearing, listening as Alex begged Kara to come back, to not die. Her heart clenched and she stopped. The sunlight in the plants started to move towards her adopted daughter then stopped as Snowbird swooped down from the sky and attacked Alex, driving her oldest child to the ground. The woman stopped, hovering over her girls. A growl rose in Eliza’s throat as she gathered herself up and moved out of the shadows, “get away from my girls, you bitch.”

She stopped as the creature looked up at her, red eyes, dead and uncaring staring at her. “You are weak, Eliza Danvers, not even worth my time.”

Through gritted teeth, “try me, I’ve faced nightmares worse than anything you can conjure up. Bring it on!”

The creature tilted its head away, ignoring Eliza completely and lowered itself over Alex and Kara again.

Eliza swung a tree limb at the creature's head, “I said get away from my girls!”

The creature recoiled and lost the shape it was holding, transforming into a phantom zone ghost. Eliza growled again, swinging once again at the monster’s head. She grunted as it connected with something solid and the creature howled in pain.

“Still think I’m not worth your time?” Eliza threatened.

The girls stirred and Eliza turned her head. The creature picked that moment and attacked, but Eliza was prepared and waited, raising the stick like a spear, watching in satisfaction as it impaled itself and began to dissolve into mist.

“Never doubt a mother’s love,” Eliza snarled as the light returned…

Alex (A Sister’s Bond)

Alex slowly opened her eyes and looked around. Her breath caught in her throat, as one thought came to her, ‘Kara’s apartment!’ She watched her sister’s dark shape, shooting her heat vision at the rack of clothes in the corner of the bedroom. Rushing forward, she grabbed a fire extinguisher, pulled the pin and put out the fire. Kara turned her back and strutted towards the window. “Kara?”

“Don’t even Alex,” Kara didn’t turn around, she just continued to talk, “jealousy doesn’t look good on you.”

Alex shook her head. She’d been here before. She looked around the room, at Kara’s black uniform. ‘Astra’s dead, Kara’s--she’s been exposed to--to Red Kryptonite,’ Alex’s brown eyes opened. She was reliving one of the worst nights of her life.

Kara opened the window, “how does it feel, Alex? How does it feel to be less?”

“I failed you Kara, I should have been with you, I should have protected you…” Alex cried out, interrupted.

The Kara creature turned around, now longer wearing the black, now she was beaten and bruised, “you have always failed me.”

Alex’s breath caught, it was the night Reign had beaten her. The coma, Kara’s heart stopping. “I…”

The creature stopped again, and Kara was lying in a forest clearing dying as Alex struggled to remember, to save her.

“Kara…” Alex’s breath caught, she was losing it, losing control.

Kara was trapped in the fortress, the kryptonite leaching into her system. “You always arrive too late, Alexandra Danvers.”

Now Kara was against a white wall, as kryptonite slowly killed her. She was fading away, disappearing into the phantom zone.

“NO!” Alex screamed, “I haven’t failed her, not like this. Show me the times she didn’t get hurt, show me the times I held her hand and supported her. Show me the times she held my hand and supported me. WE ARE SISTERS, we fight, we hurt each other and then we get up, wipe our hands and face the world. I will save her, she will save me, and together, WE WILL KICK YOUR ASS!” Alex shook with tears, took a deep breath and stepped forward, “you will not stop us from getting her back, so GET OUT OF MY HEAD!”

She fell to her knees as the darkness faded and Kelly wrapped her arms around her…

Lena (For Better or For Worse)

Lena could feel herself falling, plummeting through her own memories.

She was standing by the lake shore watching her mother’s hand sink beneath the surface.

She was standing in the hallway of a dark house, looking into the face of a woman who would never love her.

She sat alone in the cafeteria at the college, too young to understand why no one wanted to eat with her.

She was sitting alone in the courtroom, listening as Lex was sentenced.

She was always alone, until one bright light forced its way into her life.

“She’s Supergirl,” Lex said as she pulled the trigger.

Kara was standing before her then, her blue eyes hidden behind the red of the creature from the Phantom Zone, “she betrayed you, she doesn’t trust you, she is scared of you and you left her alone to suffer by your brother’s hand.”

Lena fell to her knees, a crushing sob rushing from her throat, “no.”

“It’s your fault Lena Luthor, all of it is your fault,” the creature said over and over again as it took the shape of all the Superfriends, Sam, Andrea, Lillian and Lex. Then it took Nia’s form and it’s red eyes shifted to purple.

“It wasn’t you Lena,” Nia spoke in a confident whisper, “she never doubted you, she never thought you failed her, she believes in you. We all do.”

Lena stood up, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, “Kara?”

The creature screamed as it took the shape of Kara Zor-El. Blue eyes peeked out through the fingers on its face.

“Kara?” Lena’s voice cracked, “we are coming, we are coming to get you.”

“Lena? Lena, you found me?” Kara responded, her eyes brightening and her voice sounding strong.

“We will be there soon, darling. Just hold on a little longer. We are all coming for you,” Lena promised, her green eyes shining.

“Lex is here, Lena. Don’t trust my father,” Kara warned, her blue eyes slowly fading and returning to red. “Be safe Lena, be careful my Zhao.” And then she was gone.

“You failed her again, Lena Luthor,” the creature growled, and floated forward. “I will end you now,”

Lena stepped forward, “do your worst?” She held her hands out, palms facing the creature, but she wasn’t alone. Nia was standing beside her holding her outstretched left hand. She felt a grip in her right and Alex was standing there. Then Brainy, Kelly, J’onn and Eliza stepped forward.

The creature emitted a low growl and continued to move forward, expecting the Superfriends to retreat. When they failed to do so, it stopped and screamed. But the team held its ground, raising weapons and hands, all their considerable power came to bear as they fired away. Dreamer’s energy captured the monster, wrapping it in unbreakable bands of dream energy. The rest continued to flay the creature with whatever weapons they were carrying, watching as it dissolved into mist and disappeared.

>>>The Rescue

The phantom closed in on Kara, forcing the hero to duck and roll towards the other side of the cave. She stood quickly and bumped into Zor-El forcing both of them into the wall. The phantom turned, and was rushing towards them.

Kara pushed her father to the side, shoving him away, as the ghost slammed her into the stone wall, the force of the blow caused her head to crack against the solid surface, which brought stars to the Girl of Steel's eyes. She slid down the wall, the small cavern spinning under her feet. She felt the stone slice through her uniform, hissing as it ripped into her back.

The creature reared back, slicing its claws towards Kara’s face. She ducked, dropping to her side, but in doing so she caught her arm on a rough outcropping, tearing a huge gash in her arm, and leaving a huge smear of blood on the wall.

Lex Luthor stepped behind and grabbed her by the arms, wrenching them up behind her back. “I should have just killed you back in the fortress, but I guess this way, I get you and your friends.” He lifted Kara over his head and tossed her through the opening of the cave.

Kara landed on her back, the pain lancing throughout her body. She rolled over and tried to crawl away, rising to her hands and knees.

Lex, the phantom and her father closed in on her, moving purposely out of the entrance and spreading out.

Kara backed against a large outcropping, pushing herself to her feet. The phantom creature closed in and Kara locked eyes with it, daring it to enter her head. The creature froze, it had never had a willing victim. The pause would be it’s last thought.

Kara looked up as a strange shaped ship blasted through a tear in the void above. Her eyes followed a strange device that plummeted from the sky, landing about fifteen feet away. Lex and her father were so busy watching the ship, they failed to notice how close the device landed and were completely unprepared when it went off…

Pure sunlight washed over Kara and she smiled as she watched Alex and Lena drop from the ship followed by someone else. She felt her cuts start to heal and her muscles stopped aching for the first time in what seemed like forever. She stood tall as Alex dropped in a crouch at her side, the Hand of the Soldier shaping itself into a spear of some sort. Her smile grew even larger as Lena landed, wrapped in some sort of alien armor with her arm wrapped around, Eliza? Kara’s brow crinkled as she shook her head. “Eliza?” She asked, confused.

“I’ll explain later, Kar,” Alex said as she scanned her sister, noting the rips and tears in her uniform, and the blood stains.

The four women turned to face their enemies as Lex spoke, “how nice that you brought the whole family, little sister.”

Lena swallowed, speechless that Lex was actually here, her breathing sped up and her eyes were wide. “Shut up Lex, Lena’s with us, and there is nothing you can say that will ever change that,” Alex growled, as Kara stepped forward and took Lena’s fingers in her palm.

Lena stood up straighter, “Activate!”

Kara looked on impressed as Lena was wrapped in a blue suit of armor, stepping in front of Kara and Eliza.

Alex stepped up beside Lena and the fight was on.

>>>

Zor-El’s eyes became bright red orbs as he focused on Kara and Eliza, his feet lifting off the ground as he floated forward.

“Kara!” Alex yelled, “keep mom safe, Lena and I will handle Lex.”

Kara immediately stepped in front of Eliza, as Lena and Alex shot forward to take on Lex.

“How about we take care of each other, honey?” Eliza asked, as she pulled a collapsible staff from her belt, pressed the button and smiled wickedly as it extended.

Kara dropped into a crouch, her body preparing for the onslaught. “We can do this, he can shapeshift and get into your head.”

“They already tried. They’ve got no power left over us, and you just need to believe in yourself and your family, okay Kara?” Eliza responded, her eyes never leaving the creature, as she started to spin the staff in her hands.

On the other side of the field, Lex fired a rocket at Lena, and watched in anger as Alex brought up her arm, as the Hand formed a shield, deflecting the missile back at him. “Learned that one from my girlfriend, Lex,” as she rolled out of the way.

Lena rolled her eyes inside her helmet, allowing the computer to aim at the Phantom Zone projector on Lex’s back. As the tone sounded, she launched four shots, four different rockets that zoomed towards Lex at high speed. He ducked each one and rolled up to take a shot.

“Missed,” Lex laughed.

“Did she?” Alex said as she came up in front of him and sliced through his missile launcher, watching in satisfaction as it bounced away.

Lex looked confused, then shocked as all four rockets crashed into his back, detonating and tearing the projector to shreds, along with a portion of his armor.

Zor-El shot towards Eliza and was caught by surprise as Kara fired beam after beam of her heat vision at him, burning portions of his robes away. As the last shot struck him in the chest, he veered away from Eliza and focused his attention on Kara.

Kara shot forward to meet him, catching his clawed hands as he brought them down towards her face. “Never underestimate them,” she said as she held the claws back.

“Never underestimate?” the creature asked.

The staff, charged with Nia’s dream energy, came down on the monster’s head, slicing through it and turning it to ash.

“Never underestimate my family,” Kara smiled, then fell to her knees as her energy gave out. Eliza caught her and both women watched as Lex was surrounded by Alex and Lena.

Lex growled, swinging his fist, first at Alex and then at Lena. “I’m going to kill you all, do you understand, all of you.”

Lena placed a kick at the ankle of his suit, listening to the sound of crushed metal, as the boot shattered around Lex’s foot.

The Hand of the Shoulder continued to change in Alex’s skilled hand, removing power supplies with a knife’s edge and blasting away energy cores and other important components one after another.

Lex’s forward momentum stopped as his suit froze, and the maniac found himself trapped as Kara and Eliza joined his sister and Alex. He continued to spit insult after insult at each of the women, until Eliza took a deep breath and walked up to him, reared back and punched him in the nose.

Lex’s head lolled in his suit, his breathing sounding haggard through his broken nose.

An exhausted Kara looked up at the three women, “can--can we go home now?”

All three women smiled at the hero and shook their heads, leading her to the slowly descending ship.

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Reunions

As the group entered the ship, they were approached by the rest of the team. Lena, still suffering from self doubt, broke off and headed towards her station. Eliza watched her go, her eyes full of concern.

Kara was barely holding herself up right, but at the sight of her friends, she opened her arms.

Brainy was the first to reach her, tears flowing freely down his cheeks as he wrapped his arms tightly around the Kryptonian. “I missed you, Kara.”

Smiling into his shoulder, Kara whispered, “Me too, Brainy.”

Kelly was next, gently pulling Kara forward, “I took care of her for you.”

“You took care of her for both of us, Kelly. Are you mad?” Kara asked softly.

“Mad about you being Supergirl? No. Mad that you got yourself into this, a little,” she smiled. They worked their way apart, “It’s good to have you back, Kara.” She leaned in and placed a light kiss on Kara’s forehead, “love you, Supergirl.”

J’onn came forward next, and everything he needed to say was conveyed in strong protective arms as they wrapped themselves around the woman he thought of as his own child. Tears fell from his eyes as he kissed the top of her head.

Nia stopped a step away, opening her mouth to speak, tears streaming down her cheeks. Kara stared back, smiling slightly, “come here, little sister.”

Nia crumbled into Kara’s arms, heaving sobs sounding from her throat, “it was you, you came to me.”

“You called, I came,” Kara said into the top of Nia’s head. Her lips brushed the other woman’s temple, “whenever you need me, I’ll be there for you.”

The hug could have lasted hours, when in reality it was just a few minutes. Then it was Eliza’s turn and tears flowed from both women. The older woman crushed the hero to her chest, pouring as much love into the hug as was possible in the moments they had.

Sniffling, Kara looked up into Eliza’s eyes and in that moment, she thanked Rao for the family she had found when she came to Earth.

Alex approached the two women next, wrapping her arms around them both, feeling her sister snuggle closer to her as Eliza pulled away, giving her daughters a moment of their own. The sister’s collapsed to their knees, refusing to let go of one another. Alex peppered Kara’s head with kisses, “she did it Kara. Lena found you. Everything you said about her was right.”

“I get to be right occasionally,” Kara smiled through her tears. “Thank you so much for not giving up on me, for coming after me, for being my big sister.”

“Always,” Alex smiled, her tears streaming down her cheeks as Kara gripped her harder.

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And Then There Were Two

Kara stood up from her knees and made her way towards the striking brunette sitting at the control panel on the far side of the bridge. Unshed tears were filling Lena’s eyes as she focused on the blue eyes that were moving towards her.

Kara finally reached Lena, her breathing and heartbeat loud in her ears.

Lena stood, her hands folded in front of her, fingers twisting, her lower lip grasped tightly between her teeth.

“Hey you,” Kara whispered. “Thank you.”

Words spilled from Lena’s lips, “I’m so, so sorry. I should have known, I tried to find you, Lex is staying. I missed you so…”

Kara chuckled lightly, as tears ran down her cheeks, “Lena, I’m going to kiss you now, and if you will have me, I’m going to spend the rest of my life kissing you and saying thank you for saving me.”

Lena sucked in a breath, but once again words failed her and she simply nodded. Parched lips met hers and she snaked her arms around Kara’s neck, pulling her forward, and deepening the kiss. Kara smiled and sighed as Lena’s tongue flicked over her teeth and pushed its way deeper.

“I missed you, Kara,” Lena smiled as they broke apart.

“I missed you too, Zhao,” Kara said as she leaned in for a second kiss.

>>>

The Tower

The ship docked with the tower, and the crew disembarked, everyone heading towards the medical bay.

As Kara reached the doors, a huge grin came to her face when she noticed Cat and M’gann waiting for her to walk through...

#supercorp #kara x lena #karlena #karadanvers #lenaluthor #fanfiction #comment please #hope you like <3

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For you, inah

I’m back! After that extremely disappointing ending of the show we all love so much, I decided to give life to this idea that I had been cooking in my mind for a while, I’m still not sure where it will take us but I’m loving the way it’s turning out. Hence, here it is part of the first chapter, you can read it whole in AO3, please please let me know your thoughts and share if you like it. And please don’t let me drop it.

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Then

When Kara was a child, she used to do many things.

She used to go to Rao’s Temple, learning her people’s ways and their prayers. They had several meditation techniques to master, each of them meant to help them throughout different situations in life. She also used to learn the Code of Honor, practicing it every day and showing Kryptonian values proudly. She understood the value of :zrhythrevium and how everything Krypton did was for Kryptonians and their wellbeing.

She used to accompany her ukr, Zor-El, to his lab in the Science Guild, seeing him design tools and chemical compounds she could only dream of. Or walk down the streets of Argo City with ieiu holding her hand, showing her the city and how to behave in Kryptonian society.

Being from the prestigious house of El and being the only daughter of the head scientist of the Science Guild, and Allura In-Ze, head Judicator, no less, she always had an incredible thirst for science and knowledge.

And her parents always made sure to satisfy her enquiries.

“What’s this, ukr?” big blue eyes staring intently, questions swirling in them.

“That’s part of the air purification system, inah”, he would say, eyes never leaving the project agile hands were currently working on.

He could spend hours explaining things to her, about the different animal and plant species present in Krypton, even though a lot of them were already extinct by the time she was born; how their culture had created tools and technology that was unthinkable in other parts of the universe, he would explain the physical principles and mathematics behind each discovery and each question she asked was in kind responded.

It was in his lab, when he was building a propulsor for new military spacecrafts when she fell, playing with one of the many tools ukr kept there, and hit her head, leaving a small ident in her horsehead, between her eyebrows.

“Where are we going, ieiu?”, nose smushed against the glass, blue eyes studying outside. Her toddler hands were leaving faint stains on the window, but she couldn’t care less.

“rroshes kryp w Starhaven bim, :zrhueiao. We are in space”, her mother, crouched behind her would answer, barely above a whisper. Showing her the vastness and immensity of space, the possibilities of new worlds and realms, seemingly unimaginable. (We are going to Starhaven, love)

“Here Kara, I’m about to explain you how matter behaves…”, five-year-old Kara perched on his knee while he bounced her softly, cerulean giant blue eyes stared at a book, while wise and glimmering with excitement darker blue ones looked at her.

She was thirteen when it all ended.

A few weeks prior to her official investment into the Science Guild as the youngest member ever. When the alerts that had been blaring nonstop for a few months finally silenced.

But not because of salvation. It was the only warning before doom finally took place.

“Sitodh inah! kehpodh kryp w rrosh bim”, her ukr had woken her up in the middle of the night, the fear painted in his eyes was enough to spur Kara into action. Looking out the window she could see the sky painted the reddest color she had ever seen, pieces of the planet were raising into the air, as if pulled by zero gravity, before slamming back, tearing into pieces whatever was in their way, the beautiful forests and lakes were now covered in fires, lifting through cracks on the ground, making the tremors harder to sustain. (Wake up, inah! We have to go)

She ran down the stairs, pulled by her father, his hand grabbing her wrist in an iron-grip, if she hadn’t been utterly terrified, she would have complained from the pain.

She didn’t.

She followed her father blindly throughout the ruins of what once was an amazing-looking city, her home.

From the tall buildings with incredible technology, all that was left were scattered pieces. Having collapsed as a result from the constant tectonic movement that had been constantly increasing due to its core instability.

“There is no time, inah!”, her ukr’s yell pulled her from her new-found dreadful knowledge. He and her ieiu were crouched in front of her, eyes shimmering with unshed tears and lips trembling from fear.

“We are going to send you with Kal-El to a planet named Earth. Its yellow sun will give you incredible powers. Look after your cousin. ukiemodh kryp w rrip”, he rushed out, as fast as he could. Kara could barely make out the words before her parents were hugging her farewell. Allura slid her pendant around her inha’s neck, promising to accompany her always. (We love you)

There really wasn’t much she could do, was there?

The next moment they were watching Kal-El being launched in his pod, her aunt Lara and uncle Jor-El were clinging to each other, and she was trying to be brave, to keep her head up and show proudly the strong big girl her parents had raised. Her parents secured her in her own and then she was going.

When she turned around, after tense seconds of trying to will herself not to look, she knew what she would see; she could see her parents holding each other and waving. It lasted but a second and then the flames that had started erupting from the cracks on the ground became lava and just when she watched her cousin’s pod accelerate to the speed of light, Krypton vanished. All the drifting pieces of her homeplace suddenly stopped drifting away, before rapidly coming together into one last big explosion, taking away everything she ever knew, a memory she’ll be the only one capable of keeping alive.

Argo City and Kandor, those waterfalls and lakes her parents had taken her to so many times, gone. Those dreamland landscapes and the wide variety of species, history that existed only in her memories. It all turned into space ash and little else after an explosion that shook her pod off-course and into the Phantom Zone.

There were many theories as to how the Phantom Zone had come to be, either the collision of two massive blackholes, or an antimatter field that blocked outside matter to follow the flow of time. It didn’t really matter, she was stuck, seeing her parents’ crying faces as they said their farewells, the collapse of it all, and the explosion that ended her world, her people, over and over.

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Three-year-old Lena was very curious.

And Moma was always there to answer every question, and gifting her with kissies of course. Moma knew it all, or at least that’s what baby Lena thought, because whenever she had a question, she’d answer with certainty in those green eyes she also saw in the mirror, a tingle of amusement and love always present, the endless patience she gifted Lena.

“Why is the sky blue?”, forest green eyes were squinting at the beautiful blue of an Irish sunny summer, the breeze ruffling her jet-black hair and getting it into her big eyes. A small chubby hand trying to cover them from the blinding light.

“Because of the atmosphere. It has many gases that scatter the light and make it look blue”, she would answer, patiently, lovingly, darker green eyes also squinting at the sun while a slender hand squeezed her shoulder, a kiss was then pressed to her temple, the most tender smile she ever saw, painted in Moma’s face.

“What is the sun?”, this one was very common, and Lena’s curiosity was never sated, space, stars, planets, she always wanted to know more about things she could barely grasp at such young age, always eager to learn and discover, question after question that needed a deserving and clear answer.

“Is a star. Stars are big mases of gas that are constantly burning in its surface, that’s why we can see them”, it was the standard answer, because Lena was very very smart but she was still young and had so much to learn, and she still didn’t know it, but her Moma was proud of her, extremely proud, so much that she’d always talk proudly about her little girl whenever they went to the store or to the park, in that Irish accent she associated with home.

They had a simple life, it was just them, living adventures. Her mother would often take her outside and explore, doing small experiments with her and always inciting the young girl to ask, to know. She always found opportunities to teach the girl something, like why plants where green and why people said you had to sing to them.

“They are green because of chlorophyll, it’s a substance that allow plants to store solar energy. They convert carbon dioxide into oxygen, that’s why they are vital for life”, she had said, ripping a piece of grass and showing it to Lena under a home-made microscope, so she could appreciate the small brick-like cells in them.

“Why does soap make bubbles?”, Lena was in the bath, shaking her hands in the water and making more and more bubbles, filling their bathroom with the colorful floating spheres. Her mother sunk one hand into the water and then blew a bubble using her fingers as mold.

“Superficial tension. There is water between soap molecules. And the circle is the simplest and most natural shape of all”, her answer was given in a serious voice, conspiratorially, and Lena laughed a full-belly laugh.

She didn’t laugh a lot after that.

A few days after the bubble experiment, it was successful according to Lena’s notes, her mother took her to the beach, in a lake, its blue-greenish waters were translucid and near the shore, small fishes could be spotted, swimming carelessly. It was a sunny summer day, they had a picnic with all of Lena’s favorites, there was apple juice and baguettes, grapes and pineapple. Her mother read her a story about a young man and a young woman, whose families hated each other but who still chose to be together, despite what others told them, their love was stronger, and she told Lena to never give up on her dreams, she’d always be with her.

They swam, built sandcastles and took sunbaths.

“Always put on sunscreen, UV rays can damage your cells”, she had said

It was perfect.

Until it wasn’t.

Moma said she would go for a short swim before packing up and returning to their house, Lena saw her go into the water, her pale skin glimmering with the sun, her slender figure disappearing into the small waves, but she didn’t worry, Moma was an excellent swimmer. Lena was designing a bigger door for her last sandcastle, very preoccupied with its architecture, and she waited.

And waited.

When the last sunrays hid in the horizon, the pink hues of the sky turning into deep oranges and reds, until finally stars appeared on the sky Lena knew that Moma wasn’t going to come back, she couldn’t do much but wait by the shore, her tiny body trembling with the small wind currents, a dreadful pain and fear settling deep into the pit of her stomach, making her small body heavier than ever.

Hours later someone found her and called the police. Rescuers came and a lot of questions were asked but, for the first time ever, she didn’t know the answer and her mother couldn’t provide them for her.

She didn’t even last a full day in the orphanage before an elegant-looking and clearly wealthy man came for her, he had strong features and cold blue eyes, but those seemed to warm up a little at the sight of her, with her teddy bear clutched into her tiny fist. She was taken in a Bentley to the airport and then to the United States in a private jet, she didn’t like the amount of luxury, it made her nervous and worried. The house she was taken to was huge and scary, but maybe her new family would be nice.

They weren’t, Lena realized quickly.

Lillian, her horrendous stepmother, hated her. At first, Lena thought it was because she was new and didn’t know the rules of the house, but she tried to behave properly, Moma had taught her manners after all. Nothing seemed to be enough, though. Lillian would criticize her and yell, those icy blue eyes became her worst nightmare and haunted her at nights, hidden under the blankets she’d crush her teddy bear and beg the universe for her Moma to come back and take her away from the punishments and fear Lillian made her go through. She didn’t usually hit her, but it didn’t make it better, she’d punish her by standing outside in the cold, or having to shower with cold water, and all those dreams of sunny days became further and further a memory.

And then, there was Lex.

Her older brother used to praise her and read her bedtime stories when she first arrived at the house, making her feel less lonely. That was, until she beat him in chess for the first time, at the age of six, after that, the mask fell and her brother showed his true colors. Whenever she’d do something and show him, seeking recognition, he’d mock her, or yell, telling her how dumb she was and how little she was destined to accomplish. Sometimes, he would even pull her hair or push her against walls. The worst part was that he always sided with Lillian helping her make her life a living hell.

It wasn’t entirely bad though; he had his good moments.

Like that time she was building her first propulsor, many books were open around her, covering every possible surface in her enormous bedroom, tools were scattered on the bed and the floor, pieces of equipment and components thrown over her desk, and in the middle the prototype sat. It was meant to be similar to a jet pack with the controls being easier to access and like to a neuronal network that didn’t rely on using her hands to control them. It was incredible and Lex told her so.

“Amazing, sis, I guess I was wrong about you and there is something worthy about you”, he had said, a wicked smile covering his face and she felt her tiny heart swell with affection at the well-deserved compliment, she wanted to impress her big brother, she wanted him to care for her the way he used to. But he was manipulative.

“However…”, Lex waited for a couple dramatic seconds before lashing out with the full force of his hatred “it is completely useless” he slammed the prototype, making it fall into the ground and then gave her advice “if you really want to impress me, you might want to increase its potency, making it capable of turning fuel into energy”

And she did, only to have it taken from her so Lex could use it for God knew what, he showed some time later to yell at her for not being able of doing something more powerful, spit covering her tiny face, his smelly breath clouding her senses.

It was just the beginning; she just didn’t know.

Only Lionel ever showed her affection and it was only on rare occasions, whenever he wasn’t drinking his weight in alcohol or on a business trip. He showed her the only amount of affection she would receive for years, praising her brilliant mind, and always helping her accomplish more. Like her fifth birthday when he gifted her first chemistry set, and smuggled candy into her room. Albeit those moments were few and scarce in between, it made her feel human and loved, helping her cope with her new living conditions.

She was always his favorite. Maybe because she reminded him of her Irish love.

It only fueled Lillian’s hate.

“What do you think you’re doing with those clothes?”, she sneered. Icy-blue eyes staring her down, hate simmering in them like a snake at its pray. “You look like a homeless child, dress properly, you’re a Luthor now”, she waved her hand dismissively, not before throwing a scowl in her direction, disdain clear in her stone-cold mask.

“You have zero class, Lena, dear”, she would stand from the table and slap Lena’s cheek once before siting again and cleaning her hands as if nothing had happened, all regal and poised, sending her to her room without dinner or to help in the kitchen to ‘value what you’re given’. It were those nights when she could find relief and safety, the staff of the manor loved her, if not pitied her, and they were always eager to let her help, teaching her to cook and giving her some snacks here and there to make sure she ingested the amount of calories needed for her age. They would even let her listen to music and they were the only ones who gifted her birthday cake every terrible year she spent there.

Lillian, however, could go endlessly for hours, Lena often wondered how the woman didn’t run out of saliva.

And one day, after selling God-knows what idea to Lionel, she managed to convince him to send Lena to a public high school in the middle of Nowhere-land, so she could appreciate all that was being given to her, honestly, that excuse was starting to get old, in Lena’s opinion. In reality, it was just a low-blow attempt to temper her obviously bright mind, she had just beaten Lex for the nth time at chess last night and even outstand him with her prototypes and experiments, and Lillian, tired of seeing her boy lose and already hating the raven-haired girl her husband brought home, took the chance to get rid of her. Since Lena had just ended her middle-school studies, top of her class and two years ahead, it was the perfect timing for Lillian.

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Beep…beep…the constant sound of life-support, the only reason she breathed for years, numbing, endless as the space confinement she found herself in, the deafening silence driving her further and further away from reason and logic.

When her pod finally, finally, landed, everything was a bigger mess she could have imagined. At first her head ached and she was severely disoriented, the light was really bright and Rao! What are all those sounds? And the smell, it was like nothing she had ever smelled before, on Krypton, there were sweet smells and sour ones, somewhere bittersweet and everything was so green!

Before she could find out, though, the top of her pod was being covered by the shadow of a towering figure of a man in a red and blue suit with her house crest.

She didn’t recognize him, he had uncle Jor-El’s profile but his green eyes, those were Aunt Lara’s. She must’ve spent more time in the Phantom Zone than she thought. A lump formed in her throat. Fear and disappointment started building in her body, choking her, her hand clutching the necklace ieiu put on her neck, the only thing she had of rurrelahs, before her pod left the death remains of her world. Forgotten to everyone but her, the only true daughter of Krypton.

“Kal-El?”, she breathed, voice trembling, ocean blue eyes flashing with a whirlwind of emotions. She was smart but she didn’t want to understand the situation, she didn’t want to see Kal-El not needing her anymore, her whole purpose, lost.

“Kara?”, his green eyes widening comically, it definitely would have been in any other circumstances. She nodded. He didn’t seem to be able to place her entirely, he was only a baby the last time they saw each other.

“ta-nahn kryp?”, she croaked, it was desperate, she was relieved, but only just, she had seen her planet blow off, repeatedly for years and it had taken a toll on her. She still felt disoriented and so lost that it took her a while to notice that Kal-El was watching her questioningly. (Where are we?)

Well crap.

#kara x lena #kara danvers #lena luthor #kryptonian culture #kryptonian language #supercorp #they are actual dorks #mentions of abuse #they are in love #they deserve each other #they're gay #and in love #supergirl

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supergay-supergirl · 3 years

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6x03 Recap: Phantom Menaces

Setup

Kara has found her father, Zor-El, in the Phantom Zone, and they're working together to try to escape.

At the end of last episode, a Phantom entered Silas's body and escaped the Phantom Zone.

Lex and Lena share the helm at Luthor Corp.

Everyone is grieving Kara's loss, but Alex is taking it harder than most.

Plot

Earth:

J'onn and M'gann find Silas, who tells them that a Phantom burst out of him and attacked him. They bring him back to the Tower.

The Super Friends figure out that unconstrained by the Phantom Zone, Phantoms can "infect" their hosts and turn them into Phantoms. Silas turns into a Phantom.

M'gann sneaks away and confronts the Phantoms on her own, and is predictably infected.

J'onn uses a Sacred U'ra'er'run (urn) to bind M'gann's soul somehow(?) and keep her from turning into a Phantom.

Alex and Brainy draw the Phantoms to them with their misery, and Lena traps the people-turned-Phantoms. However, the Prime Phantom portals away.

The Phantom Zone:

Kara and Zor-El catch a ride with a Phantom through a portal. Zor-El is captured by a hostile group of Phantom Zone prisoners, and Kara is injured.

A fifth-dimensional imp named Nyxlygsptlnz rescues Kara. She reveals that she was once a princess, but was imprisoned and had her magic taken away.

Inspired by Kara, Nyxly breaks her power-dampening cuff. She heals Kara, and she and Kara rescue Zor-El.

Fallout

Including some character stuff here.

Alex:

Beginning: Alex is listening to Kara's legacy tape, hopeless. Kelly advises her to return to work.

Middle: J'onn advises Alex to set her emotions aside. Alex is unconvinced.

End: J'onn realizes that shielding his emotions was harmful. Alex tells him that no matter how much he wants to give up, he has to keep fighting. With her mind now clear, she gets an idea.

Lena + Brainy:

Beginning: Pursuing Operation Vengeance, Lena and Brainy donate all of the Lex Foundation's funds to the Children's Hospital (among other things).

Middle: Back at the Tower, Lena and Brainy are fortifying the containment units when they learn that Lex has blown up the Children's Hospital. They both express their rage. Lena tells Brainy that they have to keep doing the right thing in order to preserve themselves.

End: Lena makes a deal with the DA to drop the investigation if she leaves Luthor Corp. She cuts ties with Lex.

General:

Both Brainy and Lena are making strides towards healthily processing their emotions.

Alex asks Kelly to move in with her, and she says yes!

Nyxly can teleport between places within the Phantom Zone, although not directly out of the Phantom Zone. Kara, Zor-El, and Nyxly seem well on their way to escaping.

Due to Crisis, the people in the Phantom Zone have been getting flashes of memories from alternate timelines.

J'onn and M'gann's relationship is still going strong.

Fun stuff, predictions, and opinions under the cut.

Fun Stuff

Nyxly says that she knows Mxyzptlk.

Lex is running some secret business in Kaznia. Remember them?

This episode was originally called "Phantoms of the Opera," but it was changed by the airing date.

Predictions

From the 6x04 promo, it seems like Kara is going to get back to Earth next episode. I thought she wouldn't get back until 6x07, but this makes sense because 6x05 and 6x06 are flashback episodes.

I don't think Nyxly will join the team, but I do think she'll leave on good terms to go help people / get closure, like Malefic.

I'm not sure if Lex will remain a main villain or if this is the end of his front-and-center run on Supergirl. I hope it's the latter, because I feel like Lena got really good closure this episode and keeping Lex in focus might undermine that.

Opinions

I really liked this episode! (Do I say that every time?) I was kind of confused by the Phantom plot stuff, but Lena and Brainy's storyline brought the quality of the episode way up. I also loved all the Alex/Dansen scenes, and I'm really excited for Alex and Kelly to start living together!

Alex is dealing with a lot of heavy stuff, and I appreciated how seriously it was affecting her. However, her conversation with J'onn (where she regains some of her spirit) fell a little flat to me. I wish they acknowledged that punching through grief, although applicable in this scenario, isn't always the best solution. I thought everything else with Alex worked well, though. Personally, I wish J'onn wasn't as conflicted in this season, because it complicates everyone's character arcs, but it's reasonable given his background and relationship to each of the characters, so I don't mind.

Finally, I'm still happy with Kara's character. She doesn't trust Nyxly at first, but she immediately sees the good in her, and she inspires her to believe in herself. Everything Kara does is a reminder of why she's such a strong protagonist, not to mention the thesis of the show.

Rating: 7.5/10 Purple Line: "I do hate you. I just love myself more." Final Word: Confusing plot, solid characterization.

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blkmxrvel · 4 years

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Haven’t Forgotten My Way Home (20) - [CONVERTED]

Pairing: Kara Zor-El x Female!Reader

Summary: In the D/s society of National City, men and women abandoned by their Dom/mes or otherwise deemed unfit for life “outside” end up at the Mount Overland House for Orphaned Submissives. It is here that Kara Zor-El finds Y/N Hastings, broken and fearful from mistreatment at the hands of her former Dom. Can Kara coax Y/N back into the world that once so terrified her, and show her the true meaning of care and submission?

Warnings: Domestic Violence (Flashbacks, Mentions and Descriptions), Misogyny, Domination/Submission.

Y/N blinked her eyes then brought her hand up to rub them, trying to focus. Where was—oh. She was at Miss Kara’s, on her couch, wrapped up in a blanket with Theo at her feet. She must’ve fallen asleep. But for how long? And where was—

“Miss Kara?”

“Right here,” came the response, easy and comforting, and Y/N sighed with relief. She moved to sit up as Miss Kara came into the living room from the kitchen, a glass in her hand, but one touch of her other hand and Y/N laid back down.

“What time is it?” Her mouth was dry and she licked her lips, trying to swallow.

“Nearly one, you’ve just been having a little nap.” Kara sat on the coffee table in front of Y/N and reached out to slip one hand under Y/N’s head, holding her up and bringing the glass to her lips. “Drink.”

Water. She drank greedily, almost draining the glass before she had to come up for air. “Thank you, Miss Kara,” she breathed, grateful to have the grainy, cotton feeling from the gag out of her mouth. “I-I’m sorry I fell asleep.”

She felt awkward, suddenly shy, but she realized she didn’t need to feel that way because Miss Kara had soon moved to the couch and Y/N found herself again wrapped up in her arms. She wound her own arms around Miss Kara’s waist and held fast, smiling when Miss Kara kissed the top of her head.

“Don’t apologize for that,” Miss Kara said. “You needed to rest a little bit, and it was good for me to just sit and be quiet for a little while. We’ve had… a rather intense morning, haven’t we?” Y/N nodded. “Are you sure you’re all right?”

Miss Kara’s voice was soft, worried, and Y/N hastened to squeeze her tight. “I-I’m good, Miss Kara,” she said, for her own part sounding a little surprised. “It was nice to just… be with you and listen to you sing. You have the most beautiful voice.”

“And what about… during?” Miss Kara didn’t elaborate, and for Y/N, she didn’t have to.

How had she felt, while Miss Kara was punishing her? The worst part had been when Miss Kara had said that Y/N’s attitude had hurt her. Y/N had wanted the floor to open up and swallow her, along with her shame. Y/N knew she’d take whatever punishment Miss Kara would give her, as long as she’d never again have to hear that she’d hurt her. The punishment itself had been relatively mild, compared to what Y/N was used to, but that… still had terrified her. Kneeling there at the corner she kept worrying, when Kara had moved away, about when the first blow would fall, even though Kara had said it never would. So she hadn’t been able to resist sneaking a peek back, to see if Kara was gathering up implements to use on her.

But instead, Miss Kara was simply sat on the coffee table, watching her with a raised eyebrow. No blows came. Just Y/N in the corner, thinking about how she had smarted off to Miss Kara and how she would never, ever do that again. Because Miss Kara was right. Y/N had had her voice taken away by him, and now that Miss Kara – had she really said that she loved her voice? – wanted to hear Y/N talk, she needed to make sure she did it respectfully. And she would.

So there had been no blows. Just Miss Kara’s arms around her, and the words.

Good girl.

Then the tears.

Y/N was embarrassed that she’d fallen apart, but somehow, it had felt good too, to let go of all of it. She’d waited so long; she’d had no idea how important those words were to her until she’d finally heard them. And Miss Kara had said them so lovingly; it was clear to Y/N that Miss Kara had meant them, that she wasn’t saying them just because she thought that was what a Dominant was supposed to say.

Y/N had let herself cry until she couldn’t cry anymore, and over it all had been Kara’s voice, Kara’s song. Now Y/N felt warm, almost fuzzy, and she nuzzled her face into Miss Kara’s neck, taking a deep breath and letting herself feel safe in the woman’s scent, in her arms. It was nice to know that she could just be quiet… and in the comfortable silence that went on for several minutes, that made her want to say everything.

“Y/N?”

“A-after he punished me,” Y/N said, her voice barely above a whisper, “He would never do this. Hold me.” She felt Miss Kara shift, felt her arms tighten around her, and Y/N smiled a little. Miss Kara stayed quiet, listening. “It didn’t matter if I was crying. If I was in pain, if I was b-bleeding.” There was a sharp intake of breath, then a sound remarkably like a low growl, and Y/N snuggled closer.

“I always had to just get up, you know, and go on with my day. He’d get angry if I tried to find some comfort, if I tried to get him to hug me just so I could feel… better. Forgiven. He never said I was forgiven, never said I was a g-good girl. But then, he’d get mad if I didn’t show any sort of emotion and the next time he’d… hit me harder or faster or try to mark me deeper. Because he said he wanted a-a… well, he said he didn’t want a robot. I couldn’t ever win with him, Miss Kara.”

“I don’t think it was you, little one,” Miss Kara said softly. “I think, from what you describe, that perhaps there was no submissive, no girl or boy, to make him happy. You didn’t do anything wrong, Y/N.”

“I just kept thinking i-if I cried differently, or clung to him a little lighter, if I held my position longer, bent over more… gracefully, I don’t know, it’s stupid.” She shook her head against Miss Kara’s neck.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Kara repeated, gently pushing Y/N back so the girl was looking at her. Y/N stared, wanting to believe it was true, but even though she’d said it to Kelly the other day… it was hard, not to have those doubts.

“We should eat,” Kara said, lightly caressing Y/N’s cheek with her hand. “What do you say to a little bit of brunch, hmm?” She leaned up and kissed Y/N.

Y/N smiled. “I think I’d like that very much, Miss Kara.”

“Excellent,” Miss Kara beamed at her. “Let’s go into the kitchen then.” She followed Miss Kara in, and the woman began to pull pots and pans out of the cabinets. “Set the table, please.”

“Yes, Miss Kara.” She had been given an order. Y/N moved quickly, grabbing the plates and setting them on the table, the utensils, the cups, the napkins. She began to fuss over the placement; maybe the forks needed to be here and the spoons here. Or the plates should be a little further to the edge of the table, or centered? Were there placemats? She hadn’t seen any but—

“Y/N. Perfection is not expected at the moment, and may in fact be impossible to attain.”

“I’ll remember that the next time we’re watching one of those singing competitions on television, Miss Kara.”

The words were out before Y/N could think to stop them, and she froze. She’d sassed Miss Kara; what would she do? Her hands gripped the back of the chair where she was standing, and she dared to sneak a glance over her shoulder again. Miss Kara was standing at the stove, a spatula hovering in mid-air as she stared at Y/N. Oh God, Y/N thought. Less than two hours into being her submissive and Y/N was already being a bad one.

But then Miss Kara smiled and rolled her eyes. “Met my match,” she muttered to herself, before turning back to the eggs. “Sit down, Y/N. Brunch will be ready shortly.”

She sat down, and waited. Maybe a little bit of attitude was okay, Y/N thought to herself. She hadn’t really said anything disrespectful, she’d just been teasing…

“You’re thinking too much,” Miss Kara said after a few minutes of silence, coming over and serving the food onto their plates. She put the pans in the dishwasher before returning to the table and sitting down, reaching out to squeeze Y/N’s hand.

“Perfection is a nice thing to try for,” she explained, looking at Y/N. “Goodness knows I am a perfectionist when it comes to my singing. But I don’t want us to be doing this with you always afraid you’ll be punished for not being perfect. I expect you not to be. I expect you to always try, but it’s okay if something isn’t perfect. All right, Y/N?”

She nodded, though her head was reeling. So much had changed in such a short time, everything was different now. And Miss Kara was so different from him… it was all so exhilarating and frightening at the same time, and her voice trembled when she spoke. “Y-yes, Miss Kara.” She picked up her fork, grateful for the food, and then hesitated.

Did she wait for Miss Kara to eat first? Wait until Miss Kara told her it was okay to eat? Shouldn’t she be at Miss Kara’s feet instead of sat next to her at the table? Or… eating from a plate in the corner?

Not eating at all?

She blinked and looked up when she felt a gentle touch on her hand. “Eat your food,” Miss Kara ordered softly, and Y/N felt her cheeks turn pink when Miss Kara waited until she started eating to begin herself.

“I think,” Miss Kara mused, almost half to herself, “That once we’re finished eating, perhaps we’ll establish some rules.” She smiled at Y/N. “That way, you don’t have to be uncertain about what I expect, and I can be assured of your needs.”

“My… needs?” Y/N said after she’d swallowed her food. Miss Kara was the most amazing cook, she thought to herself. Y/N wasn’t used to being cooked for, she’d always made the meals. But as much as it was awkward, as much as she wanted to fix Miss Kara a seven-course feast, this was nice. She felt… cared for.

And now Miss Kara was talking about her needs? She may as well have been speaking a foreign language, Y/N thought, but Miss Kara was nodding, a little sadly.

“You haven’t had many of your needs met,” Miss Kara said, “Other than the basic ones of food and shelter. I want to make sure that you’re being taken care of, emotionally.”

Y/N felt like she’d never stop blushing, as Miss Kara slid the hand not occupied with a fork over to Y/N and gently took hers. They sat that way throughout eating, just holding hands. Loosely, but to Y/N it felt like the tightest bond that could ever exist.

After their lunch, Y/N watched in fascination as Miss Kara quickly cleared everything away from the table, loading the dishwasher. She turned a little and smiled, flushing a little, catching the girl staring at her.

“I don’t want to start off bossing you too much,” Miss Kara said, “Plus I don’t mind cleaning up.”

Then there was another flurry of activity as Miss Kara dashed into her room and came back with a notebook, two pens, and several different-colored markers. Y/N quirked an eyebrow.

“Color coding. Red for hard limits, blue for soft limits, green for perfectly acceptable activities.” Miss Kara stopped, biting her lower lip, and Y/N couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re pretty thorough, you know?”

Miss Kara rolled her eyes and moved to the couch in the living room. “I want to make sure everything is set up so that we understand each other. That means being incredibly thorough.” She sat down on the couch and patted the cushion next to her.

Y/N hesitated.

“Y/N?”

“M-may I kneel for you?”

Miss Kara shook her head. “We need to talk as equals for this, Y/N. I don’t want you to think that we’re not, and I don’t want you to be on your knees and afraid to speak your mind.”

“But that’s just it,” Y/N protested. “I’m not afraid to speak my mind to you, even on my knees. I just… I want to kneel for you, please.”

Miss Kara considered this, and then finally relented. “But only for a little while,” she said, and quickly placed a pillow at her feet, off to the side. “And only if you kneel on this.”

“Yes, Miss Kara.” Y/N knelt quickly, putting herself into the position that Miss Kara had indicated earlier: head up, eyes up, hands open with her palms up and resting on her knees. She was rewarded when Miss Kara smiled her approval, but then she reached down and carefully lifted Y/N up on her knees, wrapping her arm around her and cuddling her close.

Y/N sighed happily, resting her head against Miss Kara’s side and closing her eyes. Once again she found herself thinking about how different it was, how much nicer it was to be in this position. Actually, she’d never really been in a position like this. James had had his preferred ones, and most of them involved her never daring to look at him. Because if she did, it would result in a slap. Or other things, if he was feeling particularly vicious.

But this time… this time there was only Miss Kara, her arm soft and warm around Y/N, and for once Y/N’s knees didn’t get tired or start hurting. It was as if the quiet way Miss Kara spoke to her as she asked her about rules and limits held Y/N up, gave her strength she’d never had with him. One of Y/N’s arms was draped over Miss Kara’s knees, and she felt lulled into a state that was half between sleep and being hyper-aware of everything around her, like the questions and what she was agreeing to, the rough scratch of Miss Kara’s markers against the paper.

The rules were simple. Respect was to be maintained at all times. Questions were to be answered Yes, Miss Kara, or No, Miss Kara. Y/N would arrive for her visits promptly and call if she was to be late. She would do as she was told as long as it fell within the limits they had set. She would tell Miss Kara if anything bothered her or made her feel uncomfortable. Communication was a requirement. The rules page was short, but clear on what Miss Kara wanted. And at the bottom, Y/N’s one and only rule, which made Miss Kara tear up.

Please tell me I’m a good girl.

“We’ll work on some more rules for me,” Miss Kara had said, which surprised Y/N. She hadn’t ever thought that she’d be allowed to establish some rules for Miss Kara. But then, Miss Kara wanted her to set limits, and she supposed they went hand in hand.

The limits were the hardest thing for Y/N to come up with. She’d always been told that she wasn’t allowed to have limitations, that she had to do whatever he wanted. But Miss Kara said that the limits were more important than the rules, and that if she was going to keep Y/N safe, she needed to know.

It was hardest to come up with the things that Y/N didn’t mind, like the gagging. Blindfolds. Being tied. Being scolded, lightly humiliated. She didn’t think she could come up with any others, and Miss Kara had just hugged her and said they’d work on that more later, too.

Hard limits were the easiest, and they flowed off Y/N’s tongue like water. No hitting. No physical punishment of any kind. No hard humiliation. Nothing involving bodily functions. (“Thank Barbra,” Miss Kara had said in a relieved tone, and Y/N giggled.) In just a few short minutes the entire page was full, and staring at it Y/N felt guilty. Miss Kara shouldn’t have to deal with someone so damaged, so hurt and so broken. She deserved someone better. Someone who knew how to be a submissive, someone who was good at it, but Y/N… just didn’t know how. All she had known, all she had been taught… was him.

And so suddenly it all began to come out of her, as she knelt there at Miss Kara’s feet feeling safe and secure, but indescribably guilty. Every last thing that James had ever said and done to her. Y/N was only slightly aware that she was speaking so rapidly that she probably could barely be understood, but she knew if she didn’t speak then she’d never. And hadn’t Miss Kara been right, that now that she had a voice she needed to use it? He’d taken that away from her.

And now Y/N was taking it back.

Her speech slowed then, because she knelt up a little straighter and Miss Kara’s hand was strong against her back, holding her close. She told of how he would beat her, how she would go to bed every night aching and there was never a comfortable spot on the floor, a position that would help her get sleep. She spoke of how he’d drive her to the hospital and take her in, hand rough around her arm, and she would smile and laugh at what a klutz she was, tripping down the stairs or running into a door. The bone in her arm would be reset or the cut in her leg sewn up, and then it was back home to fix dinner or service him in bed.

She talked about him shoving her out of the bed afterward to sleep on the floor. She’d lie there alone in the corner, hugging the sheet to her and burying her face in the pillow, trying to find warmth as she drowned her sobs against the fabric. She would wonder what it would be like to leave, to find her own way, but then morning would come after she would worry what he’d do to her if he ever found her, and there was breakfast to make and chores to do.

She was quiet and mournful as she talked about that first night, how she’d been so breathless and shy and happy with him. Nervous and eager to please. She talked about how it hurt, how rough he was, how he never stopped to make sure she was okay.

How he never stopped to make sure she was okay.

How it was merciful that he never really lasted long anyway.

The best times were when he wasn’t there, because even though she had things to do and she was constantly worried about if he’d be pleased with her when he came home, he wasn’t there and she could breathe. She’d walk around their little house and redecorate it in her mind, adding little touches of things she remembered she liked when she was little. Sports trophies would be replaced with drawings, sketches of landscapes or still lifes. Dark foreboding curtains would give way to bright colors, yellows and greens and maybe even some pink in a guest room. And books. Rows and rows of books, in every subject.

But always he would come home. Usually angry. And dreams of her own life would fly out the window so she could preserve the one she was already living.

She cried as her rambles turned to her grandfather, how he would pick her up when she was little and swing her around. How they’d dance together in his living room and he’d tell her that someday, someday, his little Y/N/N would have a Sir to love her as much as he loved her grandmother.

Y/N confessed to Kara that it was the only time her grandfather had lied to her.

She was practically laying over Miss Kara’s lap now as she cried, a position she knew well, but again Y/N was struck at how different it was. Because instead of her hand descending rapidly and hard, Miss Kara’s hand was still soft, light, whether her fingers were running through Y/N’s hair or her hand lightly rubbing her back in smooth, gentle, comforting circles. The dam didn’t stop then, brought on by Miss Kara’s very kindness; it was as if every motion of her hand, where James’s had only drawn cries of pain, drew just cries from Y/N, of release and hurt. She spoke of her parents, how much it had confused and devastated her that night when she’d called to ask if she could come to their house, come home… and the phone had just rang. It had rang and rang, and there had been no answer. The two people Y/N had always thought she could count on, and no one had been there.

She was clutching at Miss Kara’s skirt, fisting the material in her hands and holding on as if it was the only thing that could keep her from drowning in the tears and the memories, and then her blood ran cold when she heard Miss Kara ask the question.

“Y/N, why did you leave?”

She raised her tearstained face to Miss Kara’s, her lower lip trembling still. Miss Kara was crying, too; her cheeks were streaked but she didn’t bother to wipe them away. Y/N shook her head but Miss Kara gently tugged her up again until, as she had been earlier, she was settled on Miss Kara’s lap.

The command was simple, but final.

“Tell me.”

She tucked her face into Miss Kara’s neck then, not knowing if she could bear to see the look on her face as she told of how he’d gone out with his friends yet again that night. He’d come home drunk but happy, almost euphoric as for the first time in their relationship he’d told Y/N that he had a present for her.

She’d been excited, but wary. And it turned out she had reason to be suspicious.

It was a cold night, late autumn, and she had a fire roaring because he’d told her to make it before he left; he couldn’t stand the cold, and he hadn’t brought out the extra blanket for her yet. She remembered the heat well, how it tingled her skin as she knelt in the middle of the floor in front of it, and waited for her Sir.

Her mind was alive with wondering what her present would be. A dress? She hadn’t had a new dress in years. A necklace? Probably not that, since the silver circlet around her neck made a necklace unnecessary. A ring? She’d loved rings when she was a little girl and had always wanted one. Or maybe a book. That idea excited her the most.

And then he’d come out of the bedroom carrying it, and everything in Y/N screamed. He’d been threatening it for months, and now as he brought out the rod with its broad, flat end, the smirk on his face just as broad, she knew he was about to make good on his promise. She knew why he’d told her to have a fire ready.

The two letters on the end of the brand were clear. JO.

“He… he wanted to…” Miss Kara’s voice sounded odd, strained, almost strangled. She was holding on to Y/N so tightly that the girl could hardly breathe, but she didn’t say anything or move Miss Kara’s hands away.

Instead Y/N only nodded as she said that it was the first time she’d ever really told him no, the first time that her protest had actually had some weight behind it. The first time she’d ever realized that anything would be better than being with him. Even being alone, being lost, being dead. And so she’d run away.

“It’s illegal,” Miss Kara spat out, and Y/N shivered a little at the anger. “It’s illegal, and it’s barbaric, and if I saw him right now I’d… I’d…”

“Miss Kara?” Y/N whispered. “Please?”

It was… sweet, Y/N guessed, to hear Miss Kara so angry and ready to do battle on her behalf, but it wasn’t really what Y/N wanted, not at that instant. Her arms had come to wrap around Miss Kara’s waist and she held fast, not wanting to let go. She knew it was getting late and by all accounts she could get back to Nia’s house. Even if the thought of being alone in her room made Y/N feel sick for the first time since she’d woken up in Mt. Overland House and there’d been no one there.

She’d felt so lonely… she’d wished for Him.

But then Miss Kara picked up the phone and by the way she talked, Y/N knew she was talking to Nia. Telling her that Y/N would be home sometime tomorrow. Yes, she was fine, it was just late and Miss Kara didn’t want her out by herself. Yes, she’d tell her to rest. No, they weren’t going to do any hanky-panky and Miss Kara resented the idea that she would take advantage of Y/N that way. Apology accepted, and Y/N smiled a little.

Then, without so much as a word, Miss Kara was leading Y/N into the guest bedroom, where a pair of Y/N’s pajamas was still tucked into a drawer. She undressed and redressed quickly when Miss Kara went to her own room to do the same, then came back to Y/N with a smile.

“We should sleep,” Miss Kara said. “Nia’s right, you do need your rest.”

When Y/N moved to pull back the sheets Miss Kara stopped her, instead doing it herself. She motioned for Y/N to climb in; she did, snuggling her head against the pillow with a soft sigh. Miss Kara pulled the covers up around Y/N and stooped to press a kiss against her lips before climbing in next to her. Y/N blinked in surprise; she’d expected to sleep alone. But Miss Kara pulled Y/N into her arms, pressing Y/N’s head to her chest, and it was clear to Y/N that Miss Kara meant to stay there with her. The tears sprang to her eyes and she cried quietly as Miss Kara stroked her hair and sang low in her ear.

She must have drifted off because when she woke again it was dark. She jerked up in bed, frightened, having momentarily forgotten where she was. But then the gentlest hands she’d ever known lightly lowered her back to the bed, and she found herself safe in Miss Kara’s arms again.

“Miss Kara?” she queried, and once again the answer came, as it had several times during that day.

“I’m right here, little one.”

I’m right here.

#kara zor el #kara danvers x reader #kara danvers #kara zor el x reader #supergirl #supergirl au #supergirl x reader #madi converts

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Blackbird: Heaven is in your arms

Yes, this is part of the blackbird universe, but for now, it’s almost a standalone. Blackbird’s original intent was arrowverse characters coming home from war, so that’s why there’s a westallen one. I was planning on doing one for cynco and kanvers + kate and mary, but I’m not sure anymore.

Anyways, summary: The house is lonely without him. Iris at home waiting for Barry to come home from war.

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Iris hates quiet. It reminds her of loneliness which is what she is and she wants nothing more than to forget that. Every night she places a record in the record machine. Last night it was “Cheek to cheek” by Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong. She cooks a meal for herself, usually something small, she lost her appetite a long time ago. Iris eats in the bay window watching the stars, sometimes the people outside if something interesting is happening. She wants to join them but it’s hard.

Iris wonders if Barry sees the same stars she does. She wonders if he misses her like she misses him.

After her dinner is half eaten, she turns off the record and goes to bed. At first she tried sleeping in their bed, but it was too big, too empty. That bed was meant for two people, not one. Iris sleeps on the couch instead. She wraps up her hair, changes into her pajamas and brushes her teeth. Turning off all lights except the lamp next to the couch, she gets the box and settles on the couch. The box is filled with all the letters Barry has sent her while he’s deployed. She always reads them before she goes to sleep. It always soothes her to, if not hear his voice, read his words. Sometimes they even chase away the nightmares.

Every single morning she wakes up with a crick in her neck. It’s better than waking up to an empty bed. She undoes the wrap, changes into her work clothes, a pair of red heels, black pencil skirt, blouse, and blazer and puts her hair up into a fancy braid that her mom loves. Aretha Franklin fills the apartment as Iris gets ready for work. The coffee pot chimes done just as she finishes putting on her makeup, so Iris pours herself a cup and grabs a chocolate muffin to eat in the bay window. She watches the people head off to work as she tries to think of anything but where Barry is. The minute she starts on that train, she’ll fall into a black hole of unwanted messy thoughts.

After finishing breakfast, she joins the crowds heading to their nine-to-five. Linda give her a smile when she opens the door to the Citizen. Her intern, Allegra, informs her of the interviews Mason wants her to do. Iris wants to choke him.

“Heavy workload?” Linda asks her during lunch.

“Sometimes I wonder if being a cop would be easier.” Iris complains.

“What do you have to do?” Linda wondered. She, Allegra, Kamilla, and Iris were sitting together eating lunch in the park next to the CCPN building. They befriended each other through work and have stuck by each other since then. Iris wondered what she’d do without them.

“I already finished editing my articles, now I just need to complete my politics article, and the one on the string of murders down on sixth street.”

Linda wrinkled her nose in disgust. “How’s the coppers handling it?”

“Baffled. I think they’re starting to get worried. I’m hoping my article will bring this to public attention and help the situation.” Iris said.

“That’s the hope.” Linda agreed.

After work, she goes home and takes a long bath. This time, Tina Turner is playing in the apartment. The same routine plays out again. No mail has been delivered, so she has nothing new to read from Barry. She hopes he’ll come home soon as she drifts off to sleep.

The rest of the weeks are the same. In these two weeks, she got one new letter from him. He says things are lightening up, and there might be good news in the future. He writes of the new people he’s met across the seas, the places he’s seen, and how much he misses. Apparently she’s been somewhat of a character to the soldiers. Iris West, possible goddess, and Barry’s long suffering wife. They want to meet her. Iris wonders what things he told them. She hope it’s all good things. She hopes his wandering mind stays on his shoulders so he doesn’t... nevermind.

On Wednesday, she wakes up and gets ready for work. Her brother reminds her that their parents wanted to see them on Friday, so she better not forget to come. She went to work as usual, but had to go see Wally before going home. She was tempted to stay with him in an effort to avoid going back to her empty house, but he practically pushed her out of his house. Iris could’ve sworn she saw him smiling.

The walk to their apartment was quiet. At least there wasn’t anyone on the street to distract her. She tried to come up with a reason for her brother’s sudden happiness. Barry’s homecoming came to mind, but that wasn’t for weeks so it was brushed aside.

Music was the first thing that struck Iris as odd when she opened the door to the apartment. It was the little ditty Barry wrote her for their engagement. He dabbled in music a little before he was drafted. It’s why they own so many instruments. A guitar, a piano, a violin, they’ve all suffered from disuse now. Arts, when concerning music, was never Iris’s forte.

As she stepped further into the apartment, cooked food could be smelled. She placed a hand on the taser in her purse just in case it was an intruder and walked softly further into the place.

A skinny man was hunched over the piano, fingers flying over the keys. He was in a formal army outfit sans the hat.

“Barry.”

Fingers stilled on the keys.

Slowly he turned around a tired, yet happy smile dancing across his face, lighting up his features. She dropped her purse, almost setting off the taser and started bawling. He quickly raced to her side before she fell to the ground. Easily, he lifted her up and twirled around crying himself. Her legs wrapped around his waist. His hug almost crushed her. She never wanted him to let go.

“Shh baby, Iris, baby. I’m okay. I’m alright I’m home.” Iris sobbed into his shoulder. He held her tightly, not caring one bit that his suit was getting dirty with her tears. For once, she felt safe. There was nothing better than being held by Barry Allen.

“I missed you, so damn much. The house-”

“I’m not leaving, not again.” He didn’t. Apparently this was his last deployment. Hearing that made Iris cry harder, but this time they were happy tears. He cradled her face in his hand gently wiping away her tears. His eyes swept over face. It had been so long since he last saw her, he wanted to re-memorize every last feature. Her golden brown eyes, her curly black hair, her tear drop face. He kissed her all over, eyes, cheeks, lips.

That was what finally calmed her tears. Giggling she asked, “You missed this?”

“I miss a lot of things.” He kissed the shell of her ear and along her jaw. “I missed your smile, and your voice. I missed your thoughts, and you kisses. I missed falling asleep next to you, dancing with you... Kara’s a good dancer, but she’s not you.”

“Well then,” Iris shimmied out of his arms, and grabbed his hand. She placed a record on the record player, The Temptations, “My Girl” and extended her other hand. “Can I have this dance?”

“Always.” He kissed her knuckles before pulling them into waltzing formation. Left hand in her right, right hand on her butt, so close together the holy spirit got squished. They’re married anyways.

He quietly sang along to the song as they danced. Iris pressed her cheek to his chest in an attempt to get as close as possible to him. Maybe she was being insane, but after months without him close, she never wanted to let go. After a few dances, they meandered to the kitchen to eat.

Barry sat down at the head of the table with Iris in his lap. She made up one big plate for the two of them. As they ate, they swapped stories about their time away from each other. He told her stories of the Diggles, Jesse Wells, Cynthia Reynolds, Kara Zor-el. Friends he made like Alex Danvers, Mary Hamilton, Beth Chapel and Yolanda Montez. In return she updated him on how his parents, her parents and Wally were doing. She told tales of her and her journalism adventures with Linda, Allegra, and Kamilla.

“Look like you’ve been having fun here.” Barry grossed.

“Not as much fun as I’ll have with you here with me. I missed you baby.” Iris says. Barry kissed the top of Iris’s forehead.

“I’m going to see if Bridge will let me take the day off. We could go on a date!” Iris left his lap much to his sadness. “Hunn, let me get some wine and ice cream. The good wine.”

Barry’s eyes widened in surprise. “Fancy.”

“Well it’s a special day,” Iris returned to his lap with a small tub of ice cream, two spoons, and two glasses of wine. “Happy homecoming.”

“Happy homecoming.”

After dinner, Barry did the dishes while Iris cleaned up the living room. When he was done, Barry rushed up to her picking her up and twirling her around. He carried her up to their bedroom and dumped her on the bed. Iris thanked her lucky stars that he didn’t comment on its near sterile-ness.

“I love you.” Barry stares at her below him. Her hair is splayed out on the pillow, her face is stretched out in a smile. Iris reaches up to pull him towards her. She peppers kisses on his face before leaving.

“I’m just going to get changed.” He watches her put on one of his old shirts and a pair of underwear. Slowly, he gets up from the bed to get ready for sleep himself. Their movements are a little robust, getting used to sharing this room again, but it’ll be ok.

In bed, she wraps herself around him, finding comfort in his hold. Softly, she traced some of his scars and tattoos with her finger. He turned off the lights, and for once, she knew she wouldn’t need his letters to chase away the nightmares.

#the flash #westallen #iris west allen #iris west #barry allen #linda park #allegra garcia #kamilla hwang #ella's flash fics #we're all fic writers here #blackbird

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emotionsofthesoul · 5 years

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Chapter 10 _ La Calma

During the week the girls met up everyday leading up to Halloween. The more they fell for one another the harder it was to stay away.

That Friday as promised Valentina dressed up as Supergirl and Juliana went as Lena Luthor. Juliana picked Valentina up from school and they headed over to the Fab 40s like they had originally planned. They spent the majority of the afternoon and part of the evening walking through all the festive streets and getting candy here and there.

Around 6pm Valentina led Juliana to Mercy General Hospital which was a few blocks down from where they parked.

“What are we doing here?” Juliana asked curiously.

“When my mother got sick and they could no longer help her Placerville she was transferred here, to this hospital. Even as sick as she was, she always thought of those around her. So she made me promise that every year I would come visit the family center and read to the children who couldn’t go out on nights like these and make them feel like they weren’t missing out on anything. That included chidden who were patients and those brought here to visit a family member. I used to get annoyed at having to do it on ‘fun’ holidays but the older I got the better it made me feel to be here. It made me feel like I was making her happy.” Valentina said heading to wing the Carvajal family built, in honor of her mother, for the children to come and have a bit of fun.

“That’s so sweet of you, Val. Your mom would be proud of the woman you’ve become.” Juliana said giving Valentina’s hand a squeeze.

“Yeah so I wanted to bring you here, to introduce you to the rest of my family and bring you into my world little by little. You said you wanted to get to know the real me. We’ll start here.” Valentina said looking at her tenderly and pulling her towards the door to the family room.

Once inside the room Valentina stood up straight and became a woman with a grace and elegance Juliana had yet to experience. It was magical to see her soft cuddly girlfriend embrace her power and place in society with such class and still have a tenderness for the children and those around her. Juliana payed attention to the way Valentina interacted with her siblings. Sweet and slightly childish with Guillermo yet strong firm in front of Eva. The Carvajal family had a certain poise about each of them, all so elegant. It made Juliana nervous and shy, she knew this was not what she expected her first love to be like. She did not expect to fall for media royalty but Valentina seemed so at ease with all the people present, she belonged here, she shined brighter.

Juliana tried to fit in and ignore the feelings of not belonging or being enough for such a powerful family. She spent most of her time with the hispanic children, taking to them in Spanish and making crafts with them all the while scanning the room as Valentina went from place to place sharing her light with this audience that loved her.

Juliana found herself sitting with a particular 5 year old on her lap. The girl had told her she was waiting for her mom to come home, that she had been coming to see her every day but her dad never let her stay the night. She was very curious as to how Juliana was friends with Valentina.

“Pero how did you meet her?” The curious child asked her.

“We met at a coffee shop. She was all alone and I needed a place to sit, we talked and became friends.” Juliana told the little girl while playing with her hair.

“But she’s Valentina! The prettiest girl on Earth!” The little girl said still not understanding.

After answering about 10 more questions she made eye contact with Valentina who was looking at her tenderly from the other side of the room. Valentina began making her way over to her girlfriend and the little girl, deciding to introduce herself to the stranger in Juliana’s lap.

“Hi I’m Valentina, Juliana’s friend. What’s your name?” Valentina said kneeling down to be at eye level with the child.

The little girl grew shy and snuggled into Juliana as the older women giggled at how precious she was.

“Don’t be shy Lily, she’s very nice. She’s as nice as she is pretty.” Juliana said whispering the last part loud enough for Valentina to hear.

With that Lily turned to face Valentina while still leaning on Juliana. “Hi. July says you’re pretty.”

“Really?” Valentina said with a laugh.

“Yeah, she said you’re a cool person and that you’re really nice.” Lily told Valentina becoming more comfortable.

“What am I dressed up as?” Valentina asked the little girl.

“Supergirl! My mommy said I’m as brave as Supergirl and as nice as Kara Danvers but they’re the same person, guys.” She said knowing the show very well.

“Yeah, do you like my outfit then?” Valentina asked taking the Supergirl stance with a huge smile.

“Yeah I love it. Why didn’t you dress up July?” Lily said turning to face Juliana.

“See Val I told you no one would know what I was dressed up as…” Juliana told Valentina ignoring Lily’s question and rolling her eyes at her girlfriend.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me! Lily she’s Lena Luthor, Kara’s best friend! My best friend!” Valentina told the child with a giggle while holding eye contact with Juliana.

“They’re not best friends! My sister says Lena and Supergirl are dating.” Lily said very serious.

“Did she now? & what do you think?” Valentina continued.

“I think they’re both really pretty and if I could date my best friend I would. I don’t want any cooties.” The little girl said.

Both older girls laughed at Lily’s comment. They continued to make conversation with the little girl until her father came to get her.

Once the child left Valentina took Juliana to where the family was and they made conversation with Renata. The girls talked about Renata’s new shop in the south side of town and needing someone to work there offering the job to Juliana who instantly agreed. They decided they would talk about it more seriously the following Monday in the downtown shop.

When the event was over and everyone had left, including the reporters who were covering the event, Juliana and Valentina stayed behind to clean up.

“Val, thank you for today. I had a lovely time.” Juliana said as she picked up some cups.

“No Juls, thank you.” Valentina said.

“You’re a completely different version in front of the cameras, total badass. It’s really attractive actually.” Juliana said still not making eye contact.

“You like a badass huh?” Valentina said with a smirk.

“Shut up and take the compliment.” Juliana said laughing.

“Let’s get out of here yeah?” Valentina said throwing away the last bit of trash.

“Where are we going now Val?” Juliana said yawning.

“Aww can’t sleep yet babe! I still have one last surprise for you.” Valentina said locking up the room.

“Okay. Lead the way Kara Zor-El…” Juliana said offering her hand out for Valentina to hold.

“M’lady” Valentina said grabbing Juliana’s hand leading her back to the elevators and heading towards the exit. “We’re getting your car and heading over to a restaurant on Capital Mall, I made reservations.”

As they walked to the car Juliana could have sworn she felt someone following them. She turned around multiple times and saw nothing but decided to comment on it anyway. “Oye Val, I’m not sure but I think someone’s following us…”

“Don’t worry about it, there’s a lot of homeless people in this area, no one’s following us. Don’t worry your pretty little head.” Valentina said putting her arm across Juliana’s shoulders to bring her closer into her.

When they arrived to the restaurant Valentina told the hostess, “I have a reservations for two under Valentina Carvajal.”

“Right this way ladies.” The hostess said leading them through the empty restaurant.

“Val there’s no one here…” Juliana said noticing the obvious emptiness once they were seated.

“You’re right. That’s because I rented it out for the two of us. I don’t want any interruptions while I’m with such a beautiful woman.” Valentina said casually looking over the menu.

“VALENTINA! You rented this place out! This was not necessary! This place is in the middle of downtown, it’s so expensive!” Juliana whispered frantically at Valentina.

“Babe, chill. It’s not that big of a deal. I wanted to treat you today. Anything you want off the menu is available. It’s already been paid for so don’t even stress about it.” Valentina said taking hold Juliana’s hand on the table.

“Aye Valentina… okay, thank you.” Juliana said realizing there was nothing she could do about it.

They had a beautiful private dinner. When they reached dessert, Valentina asked for everything on the menu in smaller quantities so they could finish it all. The girls had a wonderful date and completely forgot about the world around them. Forgot about the people around them. Tonight it was just the two of them.

#juliantina #juliana valdes #valentina carvajal #Forever #juliantinafics

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captainsrogers7 · 6 years

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Babysitting Part 5

Loki x Reader

Summary: You have been assigned to watch over Loki. Over the few weeks you have spent with him you two grow close to each other. When its finally for him to return to Asgard, you enter a stage of misery and depression. That is until Thor surprises you with something.

Word Count: 1.635

Warnings: Angst

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 6

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You and Loki have been hiding your secret relationship for two weeks now, and yesterday you were told the very thing that terrified you, Loki was going to be returned to Asgard in less than a week. You hadn’t told him yet because you were still trying to process this information.

“Y/n, are you alright?” Loki asked, “You seem distracted.”

You had introduced Loki to the game of Scrabble, needless to say you weren’t winning. Apparently in Asgard they had a killer English class.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry just zoning out.”

Loki had just played the word ‘prestigious’ on a triple word score. He used the ‘p’ from your ‘pompous’.

“How are you so good at this game? You’ve never played before. Or is there something that you aren’t telling me?” you laughed.

“Darling, I assure you, I have never played this in my life.” he placed a hand over his heart, “Besides it’s not my fault you are getting terrible letters.”

You both laughed, but you stopped in the middle and began to cry.

“Y/n, what’s wrong? Please don’t say nothing, I know you’re lying.” Loki was rubbing your shoulders.

“Yesterday I was told that you would be taken to Asgard in 5 days.” these words made Loki tear up as well.

“Oh, why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I needed to process it first, it hit me hard.” you weren’t holding your tears back anymore, they were free falling and Loki was trying to wipe them away instead of wiping his own tear soaked face.

“Well I’ll guess we’ll have to make what time we have left count.” he tried to smile.

You couldn’t speak without crying more, all you could manage was a small nod. Loki kissed you, it wasn’t much of a kiss since you were both crying uncontrollably.

Your sentimental moment was interrupted by a pounding on the door.

“Y/n! Come out here now!” it was Jonathan, obviously drunk. You could tell he was drunk by the slurs in his words.

“Let me handle this,” Loki said, “I’ve had just about enough of this drunk-”

“NO!” you spoke before you thought, “I can handle this.”

You got up out of your seat, wiped away your tears, brushed your hair out of your face, and marched to the door. You glanced through the peephole and saw that Jonathan was holding a bottle whiskey, and rapped on the door once again, making you jump back. You slowly opened it, he pushed it open and began searching for something.

“Where is he? Where is that thing?” he demanded, “I ant to beat him! I should have done this the first time I saw you kiss him, that disgusting monster.”

You slapped him without thinking. He stopped and looked at you. This surprise turned into rage as he grabbed you by the wrist and threw you to the ground, “And now you think you have feeling for him, he’s been playing with your mind. He doesn’t love you, I. Love. You.”

“Jonathan, stop!” you cried, “You need to leave!”

“No! I need you, all I need is you,” you could smell the whiskey on his breath as he got closer and closer to your face, “I can barely imagine what he’s done to you.”

This made you think back to the amazing nights you’ve shared with Loki, kissing, laughing, cuddling... other things. Jonathan noticed your reminiscing.

“Oh my god, you think he loves you. I knew you were naive but seriously can you really believe that someone you killed 80 people in two days has feelings?” he wasn’t yelling anymore, “He was using magic on you, he wanted to get information about S.H.I.E.L.D. he never loved you y/n.”

You turned around trying to hide your tears, then you noticed that Loki was missing he wasn’t in the kitchen. You noticed that the door was wide open, maybe Jonathan was right. Perhaps Loki was using you just to get information, you answered all of his questions about you job, and now he was missing.

“You’re right.” you mumbled, “He didn’t love me.”

You faced Jonathan. Once turned around you saw him, Loki. He was standing behind Jonathan. You saw the hurt that filled his eyes, the betrayal. He raised his hands a a green aura emitted from them, he waved them over Jonathan’s head and the drunk fell to the floor.

“Do you really believe what the loon was saying?” he asked, he voice breaking, “Do you really think that I would have gone through all of that if I didn’t care about you, I have ways of getting information from people I wouldn’t have stooped so low as to make you think something like that. I may be a monster but I have been deceived and it is not a good feeling, I would never inflict that unto anyone.”

He was crying, you felt horrible. You didn’t know what to say, you knew you had hurt him.

“Loki-”

“No, if that’s how you feel then we shall return to not speaking and you leave every night. I think that would be for the best.” he walked to his room.

For the next 20 minutes you heard him rummaging through drawers, obviously taking your possessions out of them. At quarter after seven he came out with a bag; your bag.

“Your shift is almost over.” he said rather coldly, “I expect you’ve contacted someone.”

“No.”

“Well then you shall spend the night on the couch, you can contact someone in the morning.” that was all he said before going back into his room.

“Loki wait,” he stopped, “I’m sorry for what I said, I wasn’t thinking. I thought that if I made myself think that then maybe you leaving wouldn’t hurt as bad. I love you and I can’t explain how sorry I am for what i did.”

“You should’ve thought about that earlier.” he walked into his and slammed the door.

You burst into tears and fell onto the couch. How could you have let this happen? You loved him, you loved him more than you’ve ever loved anyone in your life. To make matters worse he was leaving in five days to be put into prison.

You fell asleep crying and woke up to yelling from the bedroom. Without thinking you shot up and ran in. You saw Loki destroying his room, kicking things, throwing things, and he was yelling.

“How could you let this happen-” he stopped an turned to you, “What do you want?”

“You scared me, I wanted to know if you were all right. Are you?”

“No I’m not alright! The love of my life thought that I was manipulating her and then she expects it to all be forgotten because she said the words I’ve wanted her to say since she first kissed me.”

He was talking about you, you slowly walked in.

“Y/n please, no.” you didn’t listen.

You got face to face with him, you wrapped your arms around his neck, “Loki, I love you. I can go scream it from the rooftops, I’ll go tell the Avengers, proclaim it to my boss. None of the consequences matter because all I wanted is you.” you closed the space between you with a kiss.

He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He turned around and threw you onto the bed. He crawled over top of you and kissed all along you neck, your jaw, and finally he made it back to your lips. All this came to an abrupt stopped when he literally jumped off the bed and shaking his head.

“I can’t do this, not now that I know I’m leaving soon.”

You got off the bed and went to him, “Please, it’s okay. Once more won’t hurt me, please.” you had started crying once again.

“No!” he yelled and stormed out of the room.

“Where are you going?” you followed him.

As you rounded the corner of the doorway, you saw the door open, and a head of raven hair disappeared through it. You bolted after him. He had made it to the end of the hallway before an alarm went off.

“Loki come back, if they find you out you’ll be leaving for Asgard sooner!”

He turned his eyes were red with tears, “That’s what I want, y/n. I can’t hurt you anymore.”

A small group of armed S.H.I.E.L.D. operatives came around the corner. Once they saw Loki they opened fire. You screamed for them to stop but it didn’t matter. They got close enough to put him in handcuffs. They had him on the ground surrounded when Thor came running through the corridor, he looked from Loki to you and back to Loki at least three times.

“Brother what have you done?”

Loki didn’t say anything, he took his punishment with dignity. He was lifted up off the floor and was escorted down the hallway. Thor came to you.

“Did he do anything to you, hurt you?” he sounded very concerned.

“No, if anything I hurt him. I have to go,” you went and grabbed your bag, “I can’t do this, I can’t lose him.”

You ran down the hallway, trying to find him. You were about to give up when you heard Natasha and Bruce walking down the hallway.

“Finally there getting him out of here, y/n shouldn’t have dealt with him for so long. I can hardly think of what she’s like if that’s what he’s acting like. I mean-” Natasha stopped short once she caught sight of you.

“Oh my god! Y/n are you alright? What happened?” she ran to you leaving Bruce looking very confused.

“I cant’ lose him Natasha.” you were sobbing harder than ever, “I don’t know what I’ll do without him.”

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pokemon-pure-prism · 6 years

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Pok’e’mon Pure Prism | S: Prologue; E: A Grand Beginning?, pt 1

“Pallet town is more likely known for the pokemon trainer Ash Ketchum, who, despite his dreams, never truly became a pokemon master. But another story shall come from this humble town.

It so happens that one day, the world was identified as, “getting more dangerous”. So a law was passed that at the start of the next year, the legal age of obtaining a pokemon license will be moved to thirteen years old, but all people underaged who obtained a license shall be pardoned. Lucky for my brother, not me. His near-to-the-end-of-year birthday allowed Luke to get his pokedex and pokemon before the law was passed. As for me, Caleb Iannone, I had to wait more for my pokemon, despite Luke being only 14 months older than me. And my name is not pronounced: K-leb ian-O-nE, it’s pronounced: ca-leb I-a-nO-nE (it’s arabic and italian).

Anyways, years passed, birthdays were celebrated, and my brother became successful. He made 4th and 2nd already in two league tornaments. And lucky for me, it was my thirteenth birthday.

“Caleb...” I heard a voice say over me. It was my mom.

“Happy birthday, Caleb.”

Upon hearing those words, I instantly jumped out of bed.

“I get my first pokemon today!” I exclaimed exitedly. My mom giggled. Lucky for me, the new trainer sign-up was on my birthday.

I hurried out of bed while my mom left the room. I got dressed in my favorite clothing: a neon green long-sleeved shirt with a grey hoddie-vest and jeans, with hiking shoes. Running downstairs, I saw an over-easy egg sandwich with chocolate milk at my seat.

“Thanks, mom!” I complimented. I squeezed the sandwich at the yolks until they bust out their bright, sticky fluid.

“Whelp, here we are at last. You leave the house,” my mom said, “do you miss me yet?”

“Yes,” I stated, sipping my milk.

My mom then asked me which one I’ll choose.

“Well, I think I’ll go Cyndaquil. He’s cute, powerful, and handy in case we need a campfire,” I replied.

“Hm, good choice,” she said. I knew she cared about it only when it involved Luke. But she likes to build people up.

I finished my breakfast and got ready to go. Me and my mom left the house behind. Mh dad was home to care for my younger sister, Anna, or Devin Dragon, as she likes to call herself. I love pennames.

We left and walked alongside the river. I watched the drifting wood and leaves on the fast currents. I delighted at this. It calmed me. But something seemed weird on one of the logs. I looked closer, and kept quiet (as usual). It was a black mass. Opening my hearing towards it, I heard noises. It was definitely alive. I couldn’t keep quiet then.

“Mom!” I shouted, “There’s a pokemon stuck on that log!”

My mom located the log and instantly noticed the pokemon. “Oh my gosh!” she said, suprised.

I couldn’t leave it there. It was hanging for dear life. I had to.

“I’m going in,” I told my mom.

I unzipped my vest and took it off with my shirt. My shoes came off next, seconds later filled with my socks. Then, wearing only my jeans, I jumped.

The water was freezing. It was February, still winter. But I didn’t slow down. I swam towards the black and red fox-like pokemon and grabbed it off the log. I swam back to shore. The tough current whipped me near my house, but I made it out. My mom came seconds later with my clothes. I took the vest and wrapped it around the pokemon. I ran inside to warm us both up.

Mom brought me some warm tea and some hot-water bags for both me and the pokemon. We went online and identified it as a Zorua, a rare dark type pokemon. They only come put at night, so it’s presence in the morning was a mystery. But we’re both warm and well.

“Leave Cal and the pokemon alone,” I heard my mom say in the other room to Anna, “he still needs to recover.”

We both sat in silence, me and the pokemon. Zorua was snuggled up to my left thigh. It was still shivering.

“So, you’re still cold?” I asked it.

It looked at me.

“Well, don’t feel bad. I’m always cold. I have Reynaud’s.”

It tilted its head. “Zor?” came from its mouth.

“I’m not sure if you understand this,” I told it, “but Reynaud’s is a birth disease that cuts off certain minor capillaries in your body, preventing heat flow to those areas.”

“Zor!” it shouted. It snuggled to me harder, trying to get me warmer.

“Calm down, it’s not dangerous,” I told it, or her, as I figured out. “Besides, don’t waste your heat on me, you’re way colder.”

“Zor zor,” she replied. Looking down on her, she fell asleep.

“Heh, goodnight,” I told her. I stroaked her with my hand, hot from the fire. I then napped myself.

#pokemon #caleb iannone #zorua #pallet town

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supervalor · 7 years

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“You got married”

Hey! long time, no story. Anyway just something to get ri of my bad mood from the ‘spoilers’ floating about. Sorry for the angst.

Title: You got married

Pairing: Karamel; Mon-El/Imra

“You got married?!” Kara almost yelled at her (ex) boyfriend as he stood in her apartment with his beautiful blonde wife standing beside him, looking unmoved by the Kryptonian’s explosive display of emotion. Of all the ways she had imagined a possible reunion with Mon-El – and she had imagined a lot to help ease the pain of his absence – this was not one of them. This was like something out of one of her nightmares.

Mon-El stared at her, his eyes filled with pain as though she was the one who’d gone out and got married. “Kara, I never thought that I’d ever be able to return. I had to…I had to move on. It’s been a lot longer for me than it has been for you”.

Kara’s eyes welled with tears. She didn’t care about his excuses or his reasons, there was no reason good enough that would cure the feeling in her chest like something had ripped out her heart and now it was left bleeding for Mon-El’s perfect, powerful wife to relish in. “Do you know what these last six months have been like for me? I lost myself trying to forget about you, to forget about the pain from loving you and losing you and now you come back here with your wife to ask for my help. I can’t, I can’t do this!”

Not bothering to wait for a response from Mon-El or the blonde who’d remained stoically silent since they’d appeared, Kara launched off the ground and took off into the night sky without looking back as tears fell down her cheeks. She gave everything to this world, to the universe and while everyone else got to be happy, Mon-El included, she was the one who was left in the dust.

A rage like she had never felt in her life overcame her like a fuming tsunami and she let out a scream as her eyes burned red with her anger. Lost in her pain, she never noticed the airplane that was about to fly in the path of her anger as her eyes began to light up. “Kara!” she heard a familiar voice yell and push her aside just as her heat ray vision activated and set off a blast, narrowly missing the plane as it flew by.

The world blurred around her as she was forcibly flown to the side. The clouds turned and thunder began to clash as rain broke out of the sky, each drop hitting Kara like a stone and snapping her out of her fury as she realised what had almost happened. “Oh Rao”, she croaked out before looking up to her saviour.

Hoovering in front of her was Mon-El but he looked different to how she had left him back in the apartment. His thick brown hair was greying on the sides and he looked at least twenty years older but since Daxamites and Kryptonians aged differently on Earth, she guessed he was probably fifty years or so older than the Mon-El back at her apartment.

Kara stared at him through her red rimmed eyes for a moment before finding her voice again. “Where the hell did you come from?”

Older Mon-El smiled at her warily before he levitated down to her level. “I’m from the future, Kara”.

“Of course you are”, she sighed, not sarcastically since she knew how real time travel was thanks to current Mon-El and his 31st century wife. “What do you want from me, Mon-El? Want to tell me all about your children and grandchildren now? Maybe rub it in my face some more?”

He looked at her with hurt. “I’d never deliberately set out to cause you pain, Kara”

“And showing up here with your wife in tow wasn’t just that?”

“Kara”, Mon-El came closer to her and even though he was much older than the man she was used to, her breath hitched. He was still gorgeous with his grey eyes and strong, handsome features. “I know that this is going to be hard to hear and even harder to accept but you need to help younger me and Imra…the entire universe and future depends on you working together”.

“Why should I care about the universe or the future? All it ever does is screw me over”, she snapped back, a shadow crossing over her face. “Why can’t you go ask for my cousin’s help? I’m sure he’d love the chance to work as part of a Superhero team”.

“He would but I’m not asking him, I’m asking you”.

“Why me?” Kara demanded, her eyes flashing angrily. “Why does it have to be me? Does it give you some kind of sick pleasure to see me pining over you?”

“Of course not”, Mon-El barked back, his eyes glaring at her. “I’d never get any pleasure from hurting you. You are the only one who can help us. Your cousin is going to be…preoccupied…at a time when the world needs a Super the most”.

She glanced at him with concern at his careful wording. “Why…what’s going to happen to Kal?”

“I can’t tell you but you have to be strong and you have to work with the Legion and with younger me to protect Earth and all the other planets that live in the solar system and the universe”.

Kara’s lips thinned. She really did not want to have to spend time with Mon-El’s new, young wife. “I don’t have any choice do I?”

“You always have a choice but I know you’ll make the right one. You always do. You were the one who taught me how to do that, remember?”

She was silent but knew that he was right even though she didn’t like it. “I’ll work with you and her but I don’t like it and I’m not going to be nice. Kara Danvers is dead. Kara Zor-El isn’t the mild mannered, push over that everyone trampled on”.

“You don’t have to be anything, just be you and for the record, Kara Danvers isn’t dead. She’s here right in front of me”, Mon-El told her, putting a hand on her shoulder. “And even though I really shouldn’t be telling you this…screw it, I was never great with rules anyway…everything will work itself out, Kara. The universe wants you to be happy and you’ll see that eventually but for now you just have to be strong and survive the trials that it’s going to throw at you. It’s preparing you for the harder battles”.

“What do you mean everything will work itself out?” Kara frowned at him, wanting clarification.

“Just that things might seem bad at the moment but it will get better. You just have to hold on” was all he said as he prepared to turn his ring on.

“But-“

“Goodbye Kara”.

With a flash of purple light he was gone and Kara was left floating above in the clouds, drenched in rain water that had washed away the tears from her face along with older Mon-El’s words. For the first time in months, a spark of hope grew in Kara’s heart but it was so small that she didn’t notice as she flew back to her apartment.

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y02mustang-the-bard · 7 years

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a look at kal / kara

After all the upset floating around today, I dove into fanfic and took this from a three paragraph idea to the 10 pages it is (finished) in a few hours.

Apparently anger is motivating?

I’ll put this up on AO3 in a few days, this is the non-beta’d version. I don’t know if this is really canon divergent since we don’t know much about the pre-Kara Supergirl universe, but it doesn’t exactly follow the Smallville timeline.

Summary: A short fic about before and shortly after Kara arrived on Earth. First chapter is Kal-El’s perspective, second chapter is Kara’s.

Chapter Two is here.

CHAPTER ONE

“What… Kelex, what do you mean? There was another pod?”

“Master Kal, the information in your pod indicates that your cousin, Kara Zor-El, was to follow you to Earth. Her pod would have been interlocked with the same coordinates as your own.”

Clark stared at the robot. “But… where is she? There was no other ship, the Kents would have told me. Kelex, can you scan for the signature from her ship?”

“Yes, Master Kal. I can trace the flightpath of your pod.”

“Do it.”

“It will take some time.”

Clark clenched his hands into fists and stared up into the crystalline faces of his birth parents. He had no memory of them but they were family, and so was this Kara. Another survivor from Krypton’s destruction. He wasn’t the last.

“Find her.”

“Scanning.”

Clark stormed out of the Fortress and took to the skies.

He landed in a field outside of Smallville and walked a few paces, cape folding as he crouched down, placing his hand against the earth, against the dirt where, twenty-two years earlier, his pod had crash-landed. His first taste of Earth had come right here, when Jon pried the front shield from the pod. His human strength normally wouldn’t have been able to remove any piece of the ship, but the rough landing, bouncing off at least one mountain, had cracked the metal near the hinges of the canopy.

Jon liked to tell the story of how Clark had blinked up at him, twice, and then simply started screaming. Jon reached into the ship, moving slowly in case there was some sort of defense mechanism, and collected Clark into his arms, baby blanket and all. If the pod from outer space hadn’t been a large enough clue, the strange material of the blanket and clothes he was wearing would have given his alien heritage away.

Jon walked slowly back to the truck where Martha waited, calling her husband’s name, and he just cooed to the baby, trying to soothe him. He had no idea that the nine-month-old was overwhelmed by radiation from the yellow sun and the child had no idea what to make of the feeling permeating every cell in his little body.

Clark grabbed a handful of the dirt and let it run through his fingers.

There were times growing up that he knew something was off, as his powers began to develop, and he knew it had been hard on the Kents. He had strength within a few days, Martha recalled, and at fourteen months, when he should have been beginning to feed himself with utensils, Martha had kept him on finger foods (which ended up being mostly smashed fruits and crumbs of anything else that he shoved into his mouth) and kept him distracted when trying to feed him with a spoon so he wouldn’t bite down and try to chew the utensil. It took him until two years old to be able to hold a spoon without crushing it.

Jeremiah and Eliza had been a godsend, a phrase Martha repeated anytime Clark asked questions about his upbringing. They couldn’t take him to a regular doctor, obviously, so Jon had carefully reached out to his friend Jeremiah in California and after a few vaguely “hypothetical” questions, brought the Danvers into their secret. Within a month, Jeremiah created a few baby toys that would withstand an alien toddler and the Kents offered the toys extensively anytime they interacted with Clark in order to redirect him from accidentally breaking human bones.

He winced. Apparently he’d broken Jon’s fingers the first time he grabbed them.

When the x-ray vision and super hearing became apparent, it was Jeremiah to the rescue, again, with a pair of lead-lined glasses to dampen the input. Well, several pairs, because teenage alien boys are just as forgetful and careless as other children their age, but the fifth pair had been the charm and was the set that Clark still wore when he was in his human persona.

Recalling the sensory overload that he suffered those few days while Jeremiah and Eliza tried to work out options, before they came up with the glasses, he exhaled slowly, feeling a little sick at the memory.

He’d had to manage all of this without any help from a Kryptonian, without having any idea what was going on with his body.

He wanted better for Kara. He’d take care of her when she landed. He’d find her, he’d watch out for her, he’d help her as she gained her powers. Super speed and flying had been fun - they could enjoy that together.

He imagined them bursting through clouds together and smiled.

He had a cousin.

He had family.

*****

Clark returned to the Fortress a few weeks later.

“Kelex, any update?”

“Still searching, Master Kal. No sign of the other pod.”

He sighed. “Keep looking.”

He studied the letters on the main panel in front of him, hesitantly choosing a few letters, pulling up his family tree. He wanted to learn more about his cousin.

Daughter of Alura In-Ze and Zor El. Zor-El was a scientist, like his brother, Jor-El, and Alura was also a scientist, but she focused more on botany.

Clark tried to pronounce a few of the names of the plants but moved on quickly. Kryptonian was still difficult, though he’d been trying to learn for the past several months. Maybe he and Kara could speak it together.

The records indicated she was just shy of her thirteenth birthday when Krypton exploded. He put his hands on his hips and considered that. She’d actually remember Krypton, she’d speak Kryptonian fluently… and she was probably expecting him to be a baby. Alura and Zor El probably sent her along to care for him on this new planet.

Well. He’d just have to take care of her instead.

*****

Clark continued checking on Kelex’s progress but when it became clear that it was indeed going to take a while, his returns to the Fortress became less frequent.

Forty-seven weeks after he’d first made the request, Clark landed in the Fortress and strode into the main chamber. It had been almost four months since his last visit and he sighed as he asked Kelex for an update, expecting the same “Still searching, Master Kal” he’d heard every time before.

“I have located Kara Zor-El’s pod, Master Kal.”

“Where?! What happened to her?”

“It appears the shock wave from Krypton’s destruction knocked her pod off course. There is a faint trail that indicates her ship has been lost in the Phantom Zone.”

“... what is that?”

“An area of space in which time does not pass.”

Clark felt the breath leave his lungs for a moment and he rocked back on his heels. “How do we get her out of there?”

“I am not aware of any manner in which to extract anything from the Phantom Zone.”

He growled. “Find one. We have to do something. Search the databases.”

“Yes, Master Kal. It may take some time.”

“It doesn’t matter. We can’t leave her there.”

He let out a slow breath and slammed his hand on the control panel, bringing up the entry on the Phantom Zone. There had to be something they could do.

*****

Seven months later, Kelex reported, “Master Kal, there is a development on Kara Zor-El’s pod.”

“What is it?”

“There is a new reading. The ship is exiting the Phantom Zone.”

“How? I thought you couldn’t pull it free.”

“I cannot, Master Kal. I do not know the source of the movement, but the pod’s engines are online and the ship is resuming its trajectory to Earth.”

Clark swallowed. “She’s on her way?”

“Yes.”

“How long until she arrives?”

“Approximately twenty-seven days, eighteen hours, and fifty-three minutes.”

He nodded. “Okay, that’s good. That’s great. I… I need to get ready.”

*****

When Clark landed outside his childhood home, quickly changing into Clark Kent’s normal wear of jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, grinning and wanting to tell his parents that they’d finally managed to find his cousin, Martha met him out front. That she’d been crying was obvious and Clark’s smile fell at the rapid beat of her heart.

“Mom?” he asked. “What’s wrong?”

She shook her head and he wrapped his arms around her, looking up at the house. She took a shuddering breath and just buried her face into his chest. He frowned and cast his hearing out around the farm. Besides Martha’s, the only other heartbeats he found were Shelby’s and other animals.

“... where’s Dad?”

She cried harder and it was only when he focused his hearing on her directly that he heard the whisper that he was gone.

*****

Clark reached out to the Danvers two weeks later. They’d attended Jonathan’s funeral and offered Martha and Clark sincere condolences and warm hugs but Clark hadn’t wanted to approach them about his Earth-bound cousin. It was only a week later when he realized that he was in no position to care for a twelve-year-old, blood or not, and that it was better that she grow up with a normal human childhood, like he did. Better than a struggling junior reporter living on his own in a small apartment in Metropolis.

He missed Jonathan and he wanted her to have a shot at knowing an Earth dad, too. Martha insisted she’d be able to help but Clark didn’t want to put that stress on her. She wasn’t sleeping and tried to hide it and he just couldn’t drop a Kryptonian pre-teen in her lap.

Eliza responded quickly, assuring him that they would be glad to help, that Kara would grow up safe and loved and they would help her understand her powers, that he would always be welcome to visit and give her that important family connection.

Clark thanked them and began planning for the day his cousin would land.

*****

It was mid-day and Clark found himself back at the spot where his pod had landed nearly twenty-four years earlier. The sun was high and he soaked up the radiation, wiping his hands on his cape idly, more nervous than he expected he would be.

He picked up the sound of the pod as it began to enter the atmosphere, the rumble and hiss as it broke into the stratosphere and, finally, the troposphere. It was just a minute longer before it came into view, rocketing through the sky, bouncing off the same mountain Clark imagined he’d ricocheted off as well, diving toward the ground. It rocked and skid to a stop some two hundred meters away.

Clark took a single leap and landed near the pod, grasping the shield and ripping it away, revealing the young girl within.

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stranger-who-writes-fiction · 3 years

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Moooore Supergirl: Woman of Tomorrow stuff, courtesy of another Tom King interview:

King was on the Supergirl Radio podcast this week, and while a lot of it is just a repeat of what was said in the previous interview on ComicPop Elseworlds Exchange, there were still some interesting bits, IMO!

They opened with some general questions--how did he start writing, when did he get into superhero comics, etc.

And then, the Supergirl portion!

The hosts asked where he first encountered Supergirl, and as before, he said that Supergirl is one of those characters that everyone just knows, like Batman and Superman. So he felt there was never a time where he wasn’t at least aware of her.

If forced to pinpoint something specific, though: the cartoons (Superman: The Animated Series and JLU) and for Kara Zor-El in particular, hardcover trades of the 70s stuff.

He had some AWESOME Carmine Infantino art, from the issue where Supergirl fights a bunch of mini-supergirls, in Daring New Adventures.

When asked if he used any of those stories for this new project, King again said that he went back to the ORIGINAL origin, in the Silver Age Otto Binder stuff.

Because he’s written Superman, the hosts asked if he thinks about the differences/similarities between the two when writing Supergirl.

He said that Kara’s more of a survivor than Clark, she’s been through more; he feels that Superman is always striving to be the icon that is Superman, whereas Kara can just be herself.

He describes her as harder, more cynical, ‘she’ll drop an F-bomb here or there,’ she’s ‘old and crusty.’

The hosts asked him how he came to be on the book and while it’s basically the same story he told on the other podcast, there were a few additional details he mentioned here.

He specifically said that editors were frustrated, because there is this. Thought? Among creators, that Supergirl is perfect, and there are no fun Supergirl stories to tell.

(Brief, opinionated interjection here: HOGWASH!)

He again brought up the idea that people can be precious with Supergirl; he said she is precious, but she’s also badass.

When asked if there was any particular piece of Supergirl mythology that he wanted/was excited to use, King said that this book isn’t really about that--he again used the expression of stripping off the barnacles that have built up on the characters over the years, really getting at the most basic, pure take on them.

He was like, ‘we keep the dog, maybe the horse if we can make time for him, because [Comet] is the weirdest thing in all of comics.’

Elaborating on the book/lack of Supergirl mythology: He put her in space, gave her a simple mission, and let the story be a thesis on why Supergirl is awesome.

Next question was about the comic writing process.

King said there’s no set way to write a comic script; he tends to write ‘full scripts’; they resemble movie scripts in that there’s panel descriptions for each page, as well as the dialogue for each panel.

His descriptions are light, though. For example, he’ll simply put: ‘Supergirl encounters a Space Dragon’, and leave the rest up to Bilquis.

Again had nothing but praise and excitement re: working with Evely and Lopes.

Said Evely adds such depth and emotion and storytelling to the artwork.

Then there was a question from the live chat; the listener noted that a lot of King’s work contains romance/is focused on romantic love. They asked if this book would also be about romantic love, or another kind of love.

King: This is not a romance. The love in this comic is a friendship love, between Kara and Ruthye.

When asked if other pre-existing characters would make an appearance: There will be shout-outs, but this is first and foremost a book about Supergirl; she is at the center of the book.

The goal is to make her one of the pillars of DC Comics.

On the subject of the ‘western’ part of the space western: Again mentioned True Grit, as well as The Searchers, and Red River.

Compared Kara to John Wayne.

Likes the idea of a character who has a simple mission, needs to go somewhere, and travels through various lands to get there, like the Odyssey.

Initially, he was going to have Kara be a sort of ingenue who learns to be tough as she goes on this journey, but his editor said, ‘No, she should be the teacher, instructing this young girl on how to be tough’ b/c Kara has the life experience. And King was like, ‘yeah! Let’s do that!’

And of course, because it is Supergirl Radio, they asked if he’s watched the show.

He watched the 1st and 2nd seasons with his daughter, then they fell behind/stopped watching because she moved on to other things, but he loved it! Specifically loved that he could watch a superhero show with her; good bonding time.

They asked him about incorporating stuff from the show and he said that he opted not to do that, as it’s sometimes not done well/feels forced. The example he used is that it’s very hard to get something like Calista Flockhart’s performance from the TV show into the comics, both in terms of the actual writing, and also in terms of legal stuff like the likeness rights, etc.

Then they talked about KRYPTO! And King’s own dog, Roxy.

Because King is a dog owner, he said he found it very hard to write Krypto sometimes, because he never wanted to put him in danger.

He also said that you can feel like a dog is a family member, and that is how Kara views Krypto; he is not a pet, or a tool, but a member of her family.

Another live chat question: Does he think of Kara differently, now that he’s written her?

King said she’s a much tougher character, than he initially thought.

Compared her to Indiana Jones in Raiders of the Lost Ark; you don’t see him become Indy, he just already IS Indy, and he’s done this stuff a hundred times over.

And then he shared a little bit of issue 2 to illustrate this point: Ruthye and Kara encounter a guy who has beef with Superman, so he decides to take it out on Kara, and Kara easily dispatches him; Ruthye (the narrator of the book) marvels at how this happens everywhere they go, and it’s just a daily occurrence for Kara, because everyone thinks she’s the weak link/a way to get back at Clark.

Final question was about what he hopes is his legacy/the takeaway of this book.

King said he wants it to do well, and convince DC/the editors that there ALWAYS needs to be a Supergirl book on the stands.

And now, SOME THOUGHTS!

As mentioned, a lot of this stuff was already covered in the prior podcast, BUT! There are some new details here that build on those points.

For instance: King is really committing to a harder, cynical Kara. Who knows if she’ll remain that way by journey’s end, but that’s the take he’s going with.

(And, as before: not my preferred/ideal Kara! But I am open to seeing this. Largely because it is rooted in like. Character backstory/history; he’s not being edgy for edge's sake.)

Also, NO ROMANCE.

*insert happy muppet flailing here*

I will admit that I had the extremely cursed thought that he’d bring back Comet, or worse, 90s Comet as some sort of guest star--and maybe he will, who knows! But I don’t get that vibe, really. Like, maybe as a fun shout-out, but not a full-on character in the story.

I do like that he repeatedly emphasized that this is a very simple book, with Kara at the center, and that it’s basically about Supergirl, and why she’s awesome.

Especially given how Future State whiffed that one.

That said, was a little dismayed to learn that Ruthye will be the narrator of the whole thing. It brings back horrible visions of Future State, and it’s harder for the reader to get into a character’s head when you’ve got someone else narrating the whole thing, but. We’ll see.

(What might take the edge off of this narrative choice is Evely’s art, since you can better determine Kara’s emotions/thoughts/etc.)

Interestingly, King didn’t want to comment too much on this book’s potential connection to Future State: Superwoman which...has me a little concerned.

(Please, never let that book be canon. PLEASE.)

The further details on the BTS stuff is disappointing, but not surprising. ‘Supergirl is too perfect/boring’ is a take that 1.) mirrors the same nonsense you see about Superman, and why everyone would rather be writing Batman and 2.) has existed FOREVER, and was particularly prevalent after the introduction of Power Girl.

(It’s also flat-out wrong, in the same way that ‘Superman is boring’ is wrong.)

Other little things: Love that King says Kara views Krypto as a family member (because he totally is), and the Camine Infantino art was SO COOL.

SO, OVERALL: Gonna have to get used to the idea of an old, crusty Kara.

(Honestly I can’t even be mad at that description because I kinda find it funny? I mean, what with the Superman Fortnite announcement recently, I’m feeling pretty old and crusty, ngl. XD)

But I like a lot of the stuff King’s said so far.

Some of it does give me a little pause--like the heavy emphasis on the Supergirl part of her identity, as opposed to Kara, and how she’s just this awesome badass, with no real mention of other aspects of her character--but.

As should be very clear by now, I’m not in it for the writing.

Rather. I am here primarily because of

*takes a deep breath*

ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT!

#stranger rambles #long post #supergirl: woman of tomorrow #comic opinions #comic thoughts

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