Supergirl AU: Kara and Mike are roommates who have no idea the other are their superhero teammate….
Beep, Beep, Beep, Kara awoke long before her alarm went off, but she waited for the noise before moving from her bed, as she was a firm believer that schedules existed for a reason. She took the extra moments to stretch and relax and enjoy the calm before the storm. The "storm" was quiet now, but there was no knowing what would set him off today…
'Good morn— "she started to say into an empty kitchen. A dirty kitchen. The Storm had apparently worked a late shift at the bar and had been too tired to clean up after himself. The counter was littered with half-emptied boxes of Chinese take-out and melted ice-cream. Kara didn't know if she was more upset over the mess or the waste of food as some pot-stickers sounded mighty delicious, even at 7:00 am…
Reluctantly, she began to fill the dishwasher with the aftermath of her roommate's night, all the while questioning whether she really needed the extra income. Ultimately, it was the picture of herself and her sister and their parents on the mantel that reminded her what she was working for. She could handle a couple horrible roommates if it meant keeping her family close together.
Life eventually emerged from her roommate's room while she was cleaning, in the form of a scantily clad women who was clearly embarrassed upon being discovered by her lover's young, blonde roommate. Kara smiled at the shy brunette who smiled back and then grabbed her coat and quickly shut the front door behind her. Was that lucky number 47 or 48? Kara asked herself while finishing the dishes. She silently admired the girl for running out before she got too attached. Kara had seen too many coming back days later, begging for a second chance when it was clear they were only invited to a one-night event. Drama, drama, drama. Honestly, if she didn't need the money, she would have gotten rid of that boy long ago…
The man of her musings chose that moment to come out of his room, wearing nothing but sex-hair and boxers.
"Oh, damn, Kara! Sorry," he sputtered while grabbing the first shirt he saw and quickly putting it on, inside out. "I didn't think you'd be home this morning."
"Well, it is 7 AM on a Tuesday, which is a typical work day for most humans," Kara spat, ironically, making sure to maintain eye-contact and not glance further south.
Mike scratched his head and laughed awkwardly, muttering something about how "it's 5'o'clock somewhere, or it's always sunny someplace, blah, blah, blah" and ending with some bartender cliché that she honestly didn't hear because she was still too irritated at the mess in front of her, and too distracted by the half-naked man-child to do anything about it.
It wasn't until the news on TV began broadcasting a report of a hostage situation developing at the National City Bank that either people in the room made a move considered action.
"Oh! I just got a big scoop on a story, um, I need to head out…" Kara made a show of scrambling to grab her belongings before running out the door.
"I, um, have…stuff too…." Mike managed to sputter while Kara was already half-way out the door.
Supergirl was first to arrive and was silently assessing the situation when she felt a presence appear beside her.
"Nice of you to join me," she said with a smirk, her eyes fixed on the commotion in front of them.
"Well, I was in the area," her partner's deep, male voice responded. "Besides, I couldn't let you have all the fun."
Turning her head to face him, blue eyes locked, and Supergirl realized she really was grateful to have him there. When this mystery alien showed up out of nowhere three months ago, lending his enhanced abilities to assist in the capture of Livewire, Supergirl was thankful, but cautious. Although not judgmental by nature and known to give all aliens a fair chance, she kept him at arm's length for some reason. Aside from her cousin, Supergirl had yet to meet an alien who matched her skill for skill as this newcomer had, and she was self-aware enough to admit that made her nervous. She is ashamed to say she wasn't an ideal host of Earth to this fellow alien, but he did not seem to take a hint. He continued showing up seconds after her to every crime, disaster, and danger that threatened National City, providing assistance and eventually winning her over. They fell into a natural routine with their complimentary fighting styles and playful banter, building a partnership that made them both stronger and better assets to their beloved city. It was not lost on her that even their suits complimented each other. The team came to be known as the "Superhero Duo"—Supergirl and Valor.
"You want point on this one?" Supergirl offered her partner as a courtesy. They have done this dance so many times, verbal communication was unnecessary.
"Nah, I had last time. I'd hate to steal all the glory. Besides, I think people are starting to get sick of seeing my heroic face plastered all over the news," Valor replied and with a wink, flew around to the back of the building.
Supergirl allowed herself a moment to chuckle at his ego before refocusing on the situation at hand. She attempted to talk down the criminals, a futile endeavor, but it provided enough of a distraction for Valor to sweep in and rescue the hostages. The whole scenario was anticlimactic by superhero standards and resolved much quicker than either of them expected.
"Sooo, coffee?" Valor suggested, hopefully.
The blonde responded with a smirk and a shake of her head, used to this line of questioning from him following a rescue.
"Ok, no coffee…. How about dinner?" He tried again.
"Valor..." Supergirl sighed. They've talked about this before. It was better this way—being crime-fighting partners and nothing more. It was safer to leave their personal lives separate from their superhero lives, even if that means not truly knowing the person you fight alongside.
"Ok, ok," he conceded, throwing his hands up in the air. "Can't fault me for trying. Until next time." And with a flourished bow, he was gone.
Blushing, Supergirl was only slightly ashamed to admit she was looking forward to the next criminal strike.