It's a little too late now to take it all back; she's already outed herself to the world a little while ago: that one defining moment in her life where she realized it couldn't hurt to have two superheroes protecting the world. She has gone ahead and bitten the bullet, accepting the destiny Clark has always wanted for her (which was ultimately her decision; Lois had told her time and time again that even if she chose to live a normal human life, he'd still love her regardless).
It's been roughly five months since she put on her family's coat of arms that, for the people in this world, symbolized the pinnacle of strength and protection, and she's proud every single time she puts on her suit and do her round of heroics.
Granted, she's nowhere near as good as her cousin, but she's getting a lot better. That is until she loses the trust of the entire city when she gets influenced by red kryptonite. She wants to call Clark or Lois or both and ask for advice, but she doesn't. This is something she has to fix on her own.
As she mentally sorts out how she can possibly win the people's trust back, Siobhan shows up, even though Ms. Grant has already dismissed her from her employment. She calmly stands and tells the other woman to leave. Siobhan, however, refuses and tells her that she ruined her life. Before she can even move to call security, Siobhan demonstrates her newfound ability, to which she learns about it the hard way. Siobhan shrieks at a decibel no human should be able to.
She is flung out the window, disoriented and ears bleeding. She can't think; the pain and the confusion are too much for her to realize she's falling to her death (for her civilian life at least).
Still several feet up in the air, she is ultimately 'saved.'
She is put down a few seconds later, being steadied on her feet. She stumbles a little and rubs at her ears; they're still bleeding and they're still ringing like church bells. The world is still spinning, spinning, spinning, but she's just able to make out the figure that had just saved her as... just a regular guy.
Except he can't be since he was just able to catch her falling at terminal velocity.
"You're on fire!" He exclaims alarmingly. He moves forward to most likely put it out, only to jerk backwards at the last second. "I— Nope! I..."
She's still staggering a little and her head still feels like it's going to split in half. She glances down on her sweater and would you look at that, she really is on fire. Damn, and the pink sweater is one of her favorites too. She pats the flames down, still trying her best to keep her balance.
"You... don't seem that bothered by the fact that you're on fire," the man says slowly, sounding a little aghast at her completely calm demeanor.
She squints at him in an attempt to glower at him to intimidate or to make a point, but the back of her mind is pretty sure her glares just comes across as a look of utter confusion. "I didn't need you to save me."
The guy freezes, almost as if someone had just pulled a gun on him. She isn't, however, the best judge since her head still feels like it's not screwed on straight and she's dizzy; she probably had just imagined it because not even a second later, the guy has the audacity to laugh, albeit sounding a bit forced. "You just fell from a skyscraper so if I hadn't been there, you... woulda gone splat."
The heat blazes on her face and the air she inhales is dry, and that's when she realizes she's at least forty miles away from the city, in the desert. How in the world did she get all the way out here? The guy, is he a teleporter? He has to have some sort of ability for him to have saved her from going — as he so elegantly put it — splat.
Wait, skyscraper...
He mentioned skyscraper.
Siobhan.
She'd just been thrown out of a building by a vengeful former employee who can apparently knock her down by just her voice.
"I have to get back to the city," she declares.
She's only barely able to pick up the small unsure "Okay?" when she already takes off in flight, shedding her civilian clothes since there's no use for them anymore, being scorched and all.
It takes her a moment of quiet soaring to replay the conversation in her head. Her flight stutters when it dawns on her that the guy — the guy who'd just saved her — had said her words, and she didn't even flinch.
She'd said something too that means something to him. She doesn't exactly recall what she'd said but the guy clearly reacted to it before covering it up. The unmistakable crackle of lightning catches her attention because, instead of it coming from above her like it should, its source seems to be coming from the yellow streak of electricity that follows her aerial path.
She zeroes in on the incredibly fast-moving thing and—
Well, whattaya know, it's the guy!
So not a teleporter, but a speedster.
Awesome.
Despite it being really cool, she still needs to find out who he is since, after all, he's one of her soulmates and obviously someone with great powers.
She drops down and lands almost gracefully; almost being the operative word since she's still rattled by the scream. Her hair whips around wildly as does her cape; she's only able to catch an incredibly rapid burst of light and before she even has time to think, the man stops short in front of her.
"How'd you do that?" He's gawking at her, mouth open with the edges curling upwards; he's amazed as far as she can tell.
"I'm Supergirl," she says simply, and hey, the name's grown on her.
The guy just tilts his head in confusion. "You're who now?"
She bristles, feeling a light shade of insult that colors her core because how can her own soulmate not have heard of her? She studies him for a second, looking at him properly now. He's wearing a red suit — and no, not like a black suit and tie; it's definitely a superhero suit, complete with a cowl to obscure his face and an emblem of a lightning bolt on his chest.
She mentally shakes her head. This is her soulmate (well, one of them at least). She wants to make a good first impression. She stands straighter to convey confidence, even though she's dead terrified inside, and says, "I'm your soulmate."
The guy smiles, all genuine and happy. He takes off his mask and the smile stays and, if anything, her heart does a little backflip at the way his eyes seem to twinkle as he gazes at her. "I was really kinda hoping so since you said my words, but then you flew away."
She feels — and probably looks — sheepish. "Yeah, sorry, I'm still... a little disoriented from the scream."
Later, she discovers three things about her first soulmate: his name is Bartholomew Henry Allen ("Please just call me Barry. Please!"), he's called the Flash when he's in his red friction-proof suit, and he's from another Earth.
"What do you mean you're from another Earth? I mean, how many Earths are there other than this one? You know, we're... Earth!"
"Theory of the multiverse," he answers back almost absentmindedly, fully focused on finding— something about stars and a lab?
Sure, why not?
"I still can't believe it, and I'm from another planet!"
That quickly diverts Barry's attention away from the computer. He spins around, and he's making that face of complete fascination as he'd done when he'd witnessed her flying.
"What?"
"Oh y-yeah, I'm an alien."
"You're an actual alien?"
"Yup."
He grins. "Cool."
*—*—*—*—*
They team up and they're able to defeat Livewire and the self-named Silver Banshee. They move around with each other flawlessly, as if they've already been teaming up for years. For some reason, that rouses the people to trust in her once again, and for them to cheer for their new hero, the Flash.
She stands by his side, in the desert where they had met, and she can't help but feel miserable; she's standing in her signature pose to summon bravery, but if she's being honest to herself, she's scared; it's the same level of fear she'd experienced when her parents made her go into the pod that had brought her to this planet.
She wants to ask if his theory of using their combined top speeds would really get him back to his own — his own universe — but instead, she asks, "Do you have to go back?" I just got you.
He glances at her, and there's a hint of sadness hidden in his eyes that she wouldn't have detected if she isn't paying attention, and that's just a bit of comfort knowing she isn't the only one who hates this. "I have to. I have an obligation to my own Earth."
She sighs. Of course she understands. The work of a hero is never done, but the deeds of a superhero will never be over.
He inches his way towards her to close the distance between them. He caresses her cheek with a gloved hand and, for a moment, she's just mesmerized by the beautiful green hue of his eyes and the sincerity that glazes over them. "I'll come back for you, Kara Danvers." He drops a featherlight kiss on her forehead before stepping back, beaming in a completely dopey way that just melts her heart. "Or Kara Zor-El. Which is your alien name. 'Cause you're an alien. Which I think is very cool."
She laughs at the absurdity of it all. She's from another planet, and he's from another universe. They both possess powers and they're both superheroes. They both have secret identities, with bosses who have complete faith in the heroic alter egos. It's probably these traits that made them soulmates in the first place.
"We haven't even gone on a first date yet..." She says.
"Are you kidding me? Saving the day together is totally a date!"
She can't help but fly to him and give him a proper kiss, making sure she relays her desperation for him to come back because he has to.
As seconds tick by and they're still a tangle of limbs, she can't help but think who her other soulmate is going to be.
*—*—*—*—*
Of course she tells Alex about it that same evening, blushing and squealing like a high school girl.
"Kara," Alex says as she places a gentle hand on her sister's shoulder, laughing at her fumbling around with her words that don't seem to string along right. "Slow down. Yeah? Okay? You good? Now start from the top."
"I met one of my soulmates today."
It's a couple seconds later she's bombarded with questions.
It's moments like these she's grateful she has a sister, and she's even more grateful that it's someone like Alex.
"I can't wait to finally tell Mom!"
"What do you mean you're telling her?!"
"Hey, last year, she was mad at me for you not dating at all! I kept telling her you're the kind of person who'd rather wait for their soulmates, but she still wouldn't get off my ass about it. So yes, Kara, I'm telling her."
*—*—*—*—*
Barry — wonderful, amazing Barry — keeps his promise and comes back the next week. Not by accident this time, evident by his arms full of gifts.
"Oh Rao, you didn't have to, but thank you!" She says, receiving the flowers and doughnuts gratefully, maybe blushing just a little bit.
"A-And this too," he says almost shyly, handing over a medium-sized plain white paper bag.
"Barry!" She admonishes lightly but smiles to make sure she appreciates it. She opens the paper bag and she is treated to a box... for a phone and clothes. "Uhh..."
Barry laughs a little, but she can tell he's still a bundle of nerves, the complete opposite of what he'd been last week. If anything, it reminds her a little bit of herself: Kara Danvers, the babbling mess of a human; Supergirl, the epitome of bravery and confidence. The same principle seems to apply well to Barry Allen and the Flash.
"The sweater and pants are to replace what I burnt up last time," he explains.
"Barry—"
"I know, I didn't have to. I wanted to. Oh and..." He takes the box from her hands, opens it for her and shows off this beautiful phone; it's black with sleek edges and entirely wrapped with a premium glass, and it kind of makes her pocket feel heavy just by looking at it. She wants to scold him, that she shouldn't be showered with lavish presents since she isn't that kind of person when he starts speaking.
"It's a phone. I mean, yeah, obviously it's a phone. But I didn't buy it! My friend made it; it's reinforced with a titanium alloy and carbon fiber that'll hopefully hold up to your strength and he specifically programmed it to, you know... so we can talk and call and text and stuff, even when I'm back on my Earth— but... you already have a phone— Ah! Of course you have a phone! Uh, I'll just, you know, take this back and—"
"No!" She protests too quickly, startling him a little when she takes the box from his hands possessively. "I happen to like being able to talk to my soulmate when he's saving the world in another universe. And yes, I do have a phone, but who says I can't have two?"
Barry, still slightly taken aback, is gawking at her, as if it were the first time he'd truly seen her. She starts to feel a tad self-conscious and is about to tell him to stop when he pulls her to him and wraps his arms around her.
"You're amazing, and I'm way too lucky to have you as a soulmate," he says honestly.
She almost tells him that he's not the only soulmate for her.
Almost.
For now, she just wants to have this private moment to themselves, the beginning of their blossoming relationship.
They stay like that for a while. She's never felt more at home than right now, in his arms.
*—*—*—*—*
From Barry:
I have something to tell you.
To Barry:
What?
From Barry:
I love you.
To Barry:
What do you want, Barry?
From Barry:
What? I can't just randomly tell my wonderful and adorable girlfriend I love her?
To Barry:
Barry.
From Barry:
Fine.
Um...
Can we please watch Dragon Ball Z tonight? please please please!
To Barry:
I'll tell Ms Grant I'm leaving early tonight...
From Barry:
I LOVE YOU.
*—*—*—*—*
From Barry:
Do you have any of my STAR Labs sweatshirts?
To Barry:
...
I have all of them
From Barry:
For real?
To Barry:
I'm returning three of them!
Don't have your scent anymore!
Make them smell like you again!
*—*—*—*—*
To Barry:
BARRY!
From Barry:
WHAT?
To Barry:
I WAS OFFERED A NEW JOB!
I'M GONNA BE A REPORTER!
From Barry:
HANG ON I'M COMING OVER IN TEN!
I'M BRINGING PIZZA, POTSTICKERS AND ICE CREAM!
PUT ON WIZARD OF OZ!
*—*—*—*—*
To Barry:
I miss you, Scarlet Speedster
From Barry:
I miss you too, Girl of Steel
*—*—*—*—*
Barry's visits become more frequent. His smile never wavers and he's more confident in himself when he's around her now (which is just a bit of a bummer; while she loves that he's more sure of himself around her, she finds his stammering charming).
He's always thoughtful and incredibly sweet, always bringing her stuffed animals, tops to replace those she keeps tearing or discarding whenever she becomes Supergirl (Alex wouldn't stop laughing when Kara finally told her about it), her favorite foods or cheesy one-liners. She appreciates everything he's done for her as Barry Allen and everything he's taught her as the Flash; in fact, now that's around more often, he's more than willing to lend a helping hand protecting National City. He's saved so many people that the locals won't stop boasting to Metropolis about how they have two guardian angels instead of just one.
He makes time for her, even though he has his hands full by being a CSI by day and vigilante by night (and occasionally day too, should the need arises).
When it's finally the time he's supposed to meet her sister, who has been excited to meet one of her soulmates, he is terrified and has actually tried to back out twice.
There's a timid knock on the door and when she opens it, she finds Barry on the other side. He's armed with a bouquet of daisies, freesias and gardenias, and a jittery smile; it's almost like he's reverted back to being the nervous wreck he had been when they first started going out.
"It's just Alex," she reminds him gently.
He swallows. "Right. Alex. Your sister. Who knows how to wield thirty government weapons—"
"Which I'm pretty sure you can dodge."
"—And knows how to torture people with just an index finger—"
"I may have exaggerated a little on that."
"—And she's already punched you—"
"That was training!"
"—and if she had no problem punching you—"
"That was one time."
"—I'm pretty sure she has no problem knocking me out—"
She rolls her eyes and silences him with a kiss on the lips, to which he melts into. She presses her forehead against his, looks straight into his eyes and says, "You'll be fine."
There's the ghost of a smile on his face, he's still panicking, but he's significantly calmed down.
The dinner goes well actually. It takes Barry less than five minutes to relax and start talking about science with Alex, and while Alex is brilliant, she's totally not as big of a nerd as Barry is, who launches into different theories about practically every branch of science.
When her sister hugs her goodbye at the doorway, Alex says, "I like him. He's good to you."
She's pretty sure she smiling so widely that it makes her look like a lovesick idiot. "Yeah. He is."
Alex snickers. "And he's scared of me. That's a win in my book."
*—*—*—*—*
He brings her pictures — not just pictures on his phone, but actual physical printed photos stuck into photo albums.
"That's my parents," he'd say or "That's Joe; he raised me," or "That's the best sister in the world! Her name's Iris," or "That's my brother, who I didn't know exist till a couple months ago, but he's great! He has my back. I love him," or "My best friends, they saved my life."
And she gobbles it all up because he's so earnestly excited showing her his life that she's now a part of.
"I'll take you to my Earth one day and introduce you."
She can't help it; the edges of her lips tug upwards in a sincere grin as her heart stammers in her chest. She looks at him as he's flipping through another photo album to show her.
"I'd love that."
*—*—*—*—*
She'll admit that Barry having to meet Clark... makes her maybe just a tad nervous.
Over the years since she crash-landed in this world, Clark evolved from being her cousin to a brother figure. He's never really been the overprotective kind of brother that threatened the boys she brought home since she's never brought anyone home. She stuck to the principle of waiting for her soulmates instead of garnering relationships that have been doomed from the start.
And it's that unknown variable that's been making her edgy all day. James commented on her lack of pep when she brought him her latest report, to which she answers in rapid fire of all her fears: Will Clark give Barry one look and deck him? Will he threaten Barry through gritted teeth behind a faux smile?
Rao, there's so many ways everything could go so wrong—
"Relax, Kara," James says to her. "If I know the big guy, which I do, he's gonna like Barry. Even a blind man can see how much that man cares for you."
She doesn't know which man he's referring to, but she takes it.
*—*—*—*—*
"You're Superman," Barry says in slight awe when they finally meet in the DEO. "Wanna race?"
Clark smiles at him good-naturedly as he slaps his palm against Barry's shoulder with a strength equivalent to that of a human joking around. "Let's do it."
Barry wins by far.
She doesn't understand why she'd been anxious in the first place as she watches Clark sling an arm around Barry's shoulders as they both drink from their beers even though they're both well-aware of their hypermetabolism.
(It's Lois she should have been worried of. She's still apologizing to Barry as they both enter her apartment, still slightly horrified as she remembers how Lois jabbed her manicured finger into Barry's chest, threatening him that if he ever hurt Kara, it wouldn't be Superman he'll be running from.)
*—*—*—*—*
By the time she comes back to her apartment from another day of running around the city for new things to report on (other than herself), Barry's already there.
But he's not passing time watching his shows on her TV or reading a book or browsing on his phone, nor is he in civilian clothing. He's passed out on the couch, still in his Flash suit, and she can tell that he's had a very long day.
Judging from the array of colorful and lovely flowers gripped in his fist, she suspects he came over to surprise her, only to succumb to his exhaustion.
She pulls out her phone — the regular one, not the one Barry had given her — and calls her favorite pizza place.
"Yeah, I'd like to order four large pizzas for delivery," she says as she squishes her phone between her ear and shoulder to go retrieve her blanket from her bed. "Uh huh. Yeah, two with ham, bacon and mushrooms. And the other two with pepperoni, olives and jalapeños." She places the blanket over her boyfriend while carefully taking the flowers from his hand. "Okay. Yes. Thank you!"
She ends the call and quietly just watches Barry, looking so peaceful yet so tired. She drops a gentle kiss on his temple before turning on the TV to catch up on Game of Thrones (Barry really got her hooked).
*—*—*—*—*
"So," she starts saying as she takes her third potsticker, "what're Caitlin and Cisco up to recently? You haven't really talked about them in a while."
"Who?" Barry asks before covering it up with, "O-Oh right, yeah. Caitlin, Cisco... they're, uh, there. I-I... I haven't really talked to them in a while."
"Okay."
Something is definitely wrong.
*—*—*—*—*
She's just about to start watching the latest episode of Game of Thrones when Barry makes an impromptu visit in the middle of her apartment. She's all smiles, but she's quick to notice his red-rimmed eyes and hunched posture. She immediately turns off her TV and puts her food down on the coffee table. She uses her speediness to swiftly be in his immediate grasp.
"Hey, hey, I'm here." She clutches his hands in her own as if they're lifelines.
He stares straight into her eyes, as if he's looking for answers he'd been longing for. She briefly wonders for a fleeting moment if that's how haunted she looks whenever she cries and he just holds her in his arms. She holds his gaze, unsure of what she's really doing but willingly does it anyway if it gives him comfort. His eyes water and he pulls her into an embrace, as if he'd been drowning for a long time and she's the air he desperately needs to breathe in. His face is pressed against the crook of her neck, and she can't help but think how awkward the position is for him given that he's several inches taller than her, but he doesn't seem to care; all he cares right now is her.
She's not the answer, but if that's what he's expecting from her tonight, then she'll try her best to be.
"I got you."
Several minutes later, she's able to maneuver him over to the couch. He's still a mess, blurting out incoherent phrases that don't really make sense, at least not to her. She gives him a glass of water and tells him to breathe so he can explain. He takes the water gratefully, barely able to thank her before downing the drink like he'd hadn't drunk in a long while.
"Now tell me. Slowly, okay?"
He nods, not looking at her.
He explains that he'd done something horrible, that he'd been at it for the last three months.
She's a little shocked. Three months? "What... Barry, what did you do?" But she has had an inkling that something had been wrong for some time now, she just doesn't know what.
He whimpers throughout his explanation: in a moment of weakness, he'd traveled back in time — all the way back to when he was eleven — to save his mother from being killed, and thus his father from being incarcerated and eventual death. He'd saved them from their horrible and untimely demises and for the past three months, he'd been living in this alternate reality where his parents were alive.
But there'd been a price. He isn't supposed to meddle with time and upset the cosmic order of balance; he began to lose his memories in his old life, and some of the lives of the people he loves worsened: Joe hardly cared about his job and Wally was a speedster but he got hurt bad...
It had come to a point where he had realized that he needed to fix every thing, so he was forced to beg his most hated adversary to kill his mother in effort to restore the original timeline, only to come back with a lot of lives ruined, especially his friends' and his family's: Joe and Iris are estranged now, Wally is getting nightmares, Caitlin is turning into Killer Frost, Cisco's brother is dead, and a lot of regular people are turning into metahumans, just like they had been in the alternate timeline.
He expects her to be angry, like the others had been. He wants her to berate him for such a stupid thing he'd done when he knows very well he wasn't supposed to.
"Why aren't you mad?!" He demands, just barely through all the hiccuping. "I have you. I have you, and I just had to go back and ruin everything for some stupid fantasy..."
A tear finally makes its way down her cheek; Girl of Steel but her heart isn't. "Do you not understand? Barry, I would have done the exact same thing if I had your powers! Do you not know how badly I want to reunite with my parents? My family? My entire planet?" She tugs him closer by the collar and promptly throws her arms around his neck. "Don't you dare apologize for a moment of weakness. You're human! You made a mistake and guess what? You're allowed those!"
"I'm sorry," he says brokenly. "I'm sorry."
She doesn't say anything. She just holds him, just like how he does for her whenever she comes close to giving up.
*—*—*—*—*
He ends up staying the night. He falls asleep almost instantly, curling around her like a question mark that doubts himself.
She's not the answer. She'll never be the answer he's looking for. But the moment feels so right, so fragile, that she pretends she is.
As she plays with his hair, she finally understands what the fuss is all about: being with your soulmate is an experience that surpasses all other pleasant experiences in life and everything just falls right into place... but she won't go so far as to call it perfect. Barry is a dork, he rambles when he's excited or nervous, he's charming, caring, understanding and easy on the eyes... but she still feels like a part of her is missing. It's not that Barry isn't enough for her, it's just that there's literally another person out there in the multiverse who's meant to be her soulmate.
She strokes his hair as he breathes lightly against her neck, fast asleep.
She loves him... and she hasn't even told Barry yet, despite the numerous times he has.
She loves him, but she still doesn't say it.
*—*—*—*—*
She wakes up the next day to an empty bed and the smell of chocolate and ozone in the air. It's enough to rouse her awake and out of bed.
"Uh, good morning?" She says to the literal burst of lightning running around in her kitchen. If she had been wearing her glasses, she wouldn't be able to see him in the midst of all the yellow electricity at all.
He skids to a stop in front of her, flour in his hair and chocolate on the side of his lips. He's grinning as he leans forward to give her a quick kiss on the lips. She laughs into the kiss as she feels the chocolate being transferred to her upper lip, to which she licks off when he pulls away.
"Good morning," Barry answers. There is no evidence of last night on his face other than the slight swelling in his eyes that indicates he had been crying.
"So what is Barry Allen up to today? Other than defiling my kitchen."
"I," he begins as he turns around to her island, picking something up, "was making you—"
"Oh my god is that chocolate pecan pie?!"
Barry looks more elated, if that's even possible, at her ecstasy. He sets the pie down on the center table in the living room, already prepared with a plate, utensils and a cup of coffee.
"Yeah, just for you, babe. I know it's breakfast, but you're an alien who can't get any ill effects from eating wrong so, I made your favorite!"
She takes a hefty slice for herself on the place Barry provides her with when she stops to squint at him. "How did you know this is my favorite?"
His hand runs through his hair to the back of his neck, looking sheepish. "Lois may have yelled it at me... along with twenty seven other ways to make you feel better, should you ever have a bad day."
Of course Lois would.
Barry exhales as he closes his eyes in defeat. "It's more of a thank you, really. You know, for putting up with me last night..."
She puts down her plate and approaches him. "Barry Allen, you listen to me. Don't you ever feel bad for opening up to me the way you did. I'm relieved and really happy you came to me because, like it or not, Barry, we're soulmates. We're each others' support systems. Get that through your cowl and thick skull that I love you and that I am always here for you."
Barry freezes and stares at her with an unreadable expression that can only be thought of as pure joy or utter shock.
"You love me."
She nods with conviction. "I do, Barry. I love you so much." She means it, with every fiber in her body.
*—*—*—*—*
Alex tells her, practically begs her, to tell him about her other soulmate because it's not fair to him. He doesn't deserve not being told after showing his complete devotion to her. And she promises she will, she just doesn't promise when.
It's about two months later when she finally gathers enough courage to tell him.
The next time he comes, I'll tell him, she promises to herself
And he does come, three days later.
But it's not a friendly visit or for a date. He's wearing the Flash suit; he's here on business.
"I need your help."
The request alone alarms her. Barry rarely ever asks for help. The fact that he needs to travel to her universe to ask for her assistance—
She wastes no time asking, "What are we up against?"
He's always there for her, helping her out with her world's bad guys and training her to utilize strategy than just having to rely on brute strength alone. And even if he hadn't done all that, she'd still fight alongside him, have his back and lay down her life for him. Soulmate or not, she is indebted to him.
*—*—*—*—*
It's the first time she travels through a breach and... it's a strange sensation. It's like the pressure presses down on her everywhere, there's a cold rush of wind that chills her to the bone and she's seeing flashing colors.
"That," she starts as Barry helps her not fall over, "was cool."
He laughs. "I know."
"And that's how you travel every time you visit?"
"Yup." He kisses her temple. "Worth it."
"Barry!" Someone says, and she realizes she's in a warehouse... no, a hangar, with a number of other people she's never met. She recognizes a few faces here and there, from Barry's pictures and stories.
The same guy who called Barry's name continues, "I thought you were bringing an alien!"
She exchanges glances with Barry, sharing a private smile between them as they both start walking towards the group.
"Y-Yeah, I did." Her lips quick upward at his stammering. He proudly gestures to her with an open hand. "Alright, everybody. This is Kara Danvers, or otherwise known on her Earth: Supergirl."
"What makes her so 'super?'" And she so called it! Barry rolls his eyes and hands her a five dollar bill before she takes off, hovering a few feet over everyone to carve out her emblem on the ground with her heat vision. She relishes it all: the wide-eyed stares and gaping mouths. The way Barry looks at her with a healthy mix of complete admiration, adoration and pride makes her makes her heart stummer.
"I'm convinced," someone else said and she beams more widely.
As soon as she lands, Barry tells her each of their real names one by one and instructs everybody to tell her their superhero alias when she mentions their name.
"Okay," she nods. "I think I got this. Sara?"
"White Canary."
"Jax... and Professor Stein?"
"Firestorm." And she has to admit, that's a pretty cool superhero name.
"Uh, Ray?"
"Palmer! Er, the Atom?"
"And... Mick."
"Hmm? Oh, Heatwave."
"Uh, Iris, Felicity and Caitlin?"
"Yep, you got it!"
"Yes! Okay, Cisco?"
"Vibe."
"Thea?"
"Speedy."
"Dig."
"Spartan."
"And you're Oliver."
The man stiffens a bit that would have gone unnoticed if she isn't perceptive. "Green Arrow."
Her steps falter and eyes widen.
Of course her other soulmate is a superhero too!
AN: Can i just say i'm having way too much fun writing this? AH bless barry and kara and now i can't wait to write the last chapter!
Thank you for reading. Feel free to leave a comment. Helps me out a lot to read your insight and I truly appreciate every single one of them.
