Chapter 2
Kara woke up with a start, like she always seemed to do now. Slowly, she raised her hand to her chest and felt her heart. It was racing. She took a few calming breaths before swinging her legs over the side of her bed. She never allowed herself to think too much about her nightmares anymore, they were just a part of her routine. Wake up, breathe, get ready. Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry... Crying just made her morning exponentially longer. It was a cold and calculating way to view her tormenting dreams, but it's what kept her on the right track each day.
The blonde girl stumbled to the bathroom while rubbing her blue eyes. She yawned as she reached for her toothbrush. Today was the day she started her new job at the police department. She was somewhat excited but mostly nervous. Even though Cat Grant was a terrifying person to work for at times, she had really been just an assistant at CatCo. Now she was a press-liaison for a police department. What she told these cops to say and what not to would have an immediate impact. Not only that, but she was the liaison for the Meta-Human Task Force! There was a kind of added pressure in that the eyes of the whole city seemed to be focused on the meta-humans.
Kara mulled over her suddenly-elevated position for a while; maybe it was the fact that she had worked for the woman who had literally coined the name, 'Supergirl." She figured they thought she had experience with the press in relation to people with powers. They weren't wrong, but it was still a big leap from getting Ms. Grant's coffee in the morning. She mused over this as she finished up with her morning routine. She usually didn't have to wear any makeup, thank Rao for kryptonian skin, but she did put on a touch of mascara and a dab of pink lip gloss. Then, pulling her hair up into a ponytail and pushing her fake glasses onto her nose, Kara exited her bathroom. No matter how often her mornings started off in nightmares, she always felt refreshed after getting ready.
Looking at the clock, Kara sighed. A glowing, red 5:55 glared back at her. Her alarm wasn't set to go off for another hour; she wasn't meant to be at work until 8:15! This was the problem with not knowing anyone in a new city. Her nights always ended early, so naturally, after getting its fill of sleep and bad dreams, her body woke up with no hope of letting her back to sleep. The kryptonian was determined though, this was it. This was her new life.
So, with somewhat forced determination, Kara set out. Even though she had been back and forth quite a few times, she was still woefully unfamiliar with the city. Now was as good a time as any to go sightseeing, she could even end her little tour off by grabbing a coffee from the one place she did know. Jitters, was it? Yeah. A nice hot tea would be a nice way to start off her morning, maybe she could get one of those chocolate filled pastries...
After about an hour of walking around Central City the streets were slowly but surely starting to fill up with people and it wasn't too long until Kara found herself in the coffee shop. She ordered a peppermint tea and one of their decorative iced cookies. She still had some time to kill, maybe she could take a seat. Oh! Maybe she could get Joe a coffee on her way in! Was that weird? She wasn't his assistant. Would he take it as she was trying too hard? Would he-
Her train of thought was interrupted as she walked straight into somebody, dropping her coffee at their feet. "I am so sorry! I-" Kara looked up to face the person whose sneakers she just ruined but stop short. The brown hair, the collared shirt, the sweater... It couldn't be. "Winn?" Kara's voice broke on the name.
Winn looked confused, "Um... no?" His voice was different, and suddenly it wasn't Winn anymore. The image before Kara's eye snapped into place until before her stood a man she didn't know. He looked like Winn, but he was taller, leaner. The man must have picked up on Kara's distress as he suddenly looked concerned, "Hey, don't worry about the shoes. I can just run home and get another pair." He smiled kindly, but that just made it worse.
Kara blinked a few times before she could even move, "I- I have to go." She skirted around the unknown man before he could stop her, "I'm really sorry," she called over her shoulder as she exited the building. She walked as fast as she thought she could without anyone becoming concerned. How had that man looked so much like Winn? Their clothes- the hair. It was too much. Her thoughts swirled and churned and before she knew it she was on the steps of the police department. With a deep breath, pushing thoughts of doppelgangers out of her mind, Kara walked in.
The department was chaotic, in a familiar way. People going to and from, coming in and out, but everyone had a task. Everyone was here to do a job. The hum of the office was a welcome noise, a nice break from the normal silence of her apartment. It reminded her of CatCo and she almost felt herself melt into the familiarity of it all. Her eyes fell on the reception desk and she spent the next few minutes sorting out her ID badges and a little last-minute paperwork.
A warm voice made her look up from the documents she was signing, "You must be Kara." A welcoming smile on his face. "I'm Joe West, but you can just call me Joe."
The older man before Kara made her relax just a touch more. His smile was genuine and it made Kara feel like it could all be alright. She could make new friends, start a new job, and it would all be alright. "Hi," she reached her hand out, "I'm Kara. Oh, well, you already knew that I guess." She pushed on her glasses, as she tended to do when she was nervous.
Joe chuckled, "First-day nerves? Don't worry about it, you'll do great. At the very least, you're punctual." The man glanced down at his watch, "You don't even start for another 25 minutes."
Kara chuckled nervously, "Yeah, well, I guess I just got an early start to the day."
Joe smiled again but glanced over her shoulder, "At least your more punctual than my son, I don't think he's been on time a day in his life." He gestured to someone behind Kara, "Barry, let me introduce you to someone."
Kara turned around with a smile prepared for whoever she faced, but it dropped when she saw who it was. It was Winn. No! Not Winn! The not Winn guy? She startled as Joe put a hand on her shoulder.
"Barry Allen meet Kara Danvers, Kara Danvers meet my son, Barry Allen."
AN: Sooooooo it's been almost two years? Here's the thing, I really suck at writing extended plot. I kind of just put that first chapter out into the world and toyed with the idea of continuing but I didn't think I would. I also didn't think anyone would really read it, but still, two years later, people want more (which is insane). So, I'm not exactly saying I'll continue, but I'll try to play with the story a little more. Christmas break is coming up and I would need to rewatch some of the Flash to do it (that's why this chapter has no plot points, I literally don't remember what they are). If you want to adopt this story feel free! If not, I'll tryyyyy to actually update it but no promises. For now, I hope everyone has a Happy Holidays!
