7:15 am

SuperNerd to MAGS: dar-em literally jst ate a whole carton of raw eggs dude

7:15 am

SuperNerd to MAGS: i dnt even kno what im supposed 2 do abt this

7:18 am

SuperNerd to MAGS: send HELP mags wht if he gets salmonella?

7:20am

SunshineAlien to betterlane: hey wht wld happen if dar-em ate like

A WHOLE carton of eggs

7:30 am

betterlane to SunshineAlien: kara what the fuck

how in the world did he manage to eat a whole carton of eggs

I mean he should be fine but maybe ask ur mom

7:34 am

SunshineAlien to betterlane: u have a good point

I have no idea how he did it tho btw

Kara looks up from her phone to Dar-Em. He's laying on the counter, his feet kicking off the side. She sighs, and he glances at her, smiling sheepishly.

"I did not… mean to?" He says, and she just squints at him.

He'd woken up before her for once, snuck into the kitchen because he was hungry, downed a whole carton of eggs, shell and all, and then crawled back into bed with Kara.

She'd woken to the smell of raw eggs far too close to her nose. And she may have promptly freaked out, forgetting his Kryptonian-ness, and convinced herself he was probably dying.

She blew air from her nose, stroked the top of his head, and pushed herself off of the counter she was sitting on.

"I'm going to take a shower, Dar-Em. Tarriv rraop nahvrught?" Do you understand? She asks, pausing by the doorway.

He grins, upside down on the counter. "Zhi, Kara. I do understand." Yes, Kara.

His English was less broken every day, more words coming naturally as he listened and tried his best to translate. He was sounding more like a human three-year-old now, and Kara felt pride swell in her chest every time he said a sentence in both languages.

She showers quickly, keeping an ear out for Dar-Em. As she towels off, she heads to his room to find clothes for him to wear that day.

Dar-Em doesn't like most fabrics on Earth, saying his heightened senses make everything but the tunic he'd worn here, his blanket, and Kal and Kara's supersuits seem scratchy.

He has to wear clothes today, however, because he'd decided he wanted to meet Cat. A choice made entirely because he wanted to try out his English on someone that wasn't the people who'd taught it to him. Plus, hearing Kara talk about Cat made her seem like his aunt, in a way, and that intrigued him.

She was walking around the corner when someone knocked on the door. She saw Alex and Winn through the door, and called out to Dar-Em to open the door.

"Kara! Hasn't anyone told him he's not supposed to just open doors!" Winn yells, his head down leafing through papers in his hands. "Also, here's a birth certificate, social security card, immunization record, and insurance cards for him, Kara."

Alex ruffles Dar-Em's hair as she walks by, "We gotta work on calling you Darian, buddy. Understand?"

Dar-Em smiles at her, his nose scrunching. He sits up straight on the counter, reciting, "Darian Jeremiah Danvers, 3 and a quarter, born in Smallville, Kansas, born October 15th, 2014. My parents are distant cousins of Kara Danvers, and no other… relatives wanted to take me in."

They all start a chorus of applause, Alex miming wiping a tear from her eye and Winn crushing Dar-Em in a hug.

Kara clapped from where she was getting dressed in her bedroom, her smile wide and her eyes crinkling at the sides. He was so big, a month in and his English was coming so naturally, he'd already started growing bigger, and Kara was so glad he was happy and with them.

Darian. She'd have to call him that now if only to get used to it. She looked forward to getting used to him, and she hoped they all made as much of an impact in his life as her family had when she'd first landed on Earth.

Sending up a little prayer to Rao, Kara went back to the kitchen, and to no one's surprise, found it entirely trashed and full of her sheepish and so very guilty family.

Darian shifted under Cat's gaze. She'd shooed Kara out of the room, saying something about a snapper, but he hadn't really paid much attention. He could still hear her steady heartbeat, not far from him, and he grounded himself to the sound.

Cat Grant was terrifying, electrifying, and Darian loved it.

"You look like her," she said finally, after a minute or so of watching him, "Perhaps it's the glasses."

He smiled at her, and she tilted her head at him.

Before he lost his nerve he asked, "Are you and Kara friends?"

Cat raised her eyebrows. There was a smile playing at the edges of her lips, and her heartbeat was a lot like Winn's, strong, steady, hummingbird fast.

"Yes," she drawled, her glasses sliding down the slope of her nose, "I do suppose we are. Why do you ask?"

Darian felt several answers run past the tip of his tongue. He decided on, "I've met all of her friends, but she talks about you like she talks about James, or Lucy, or Winn, so I thought you might be. I wasn't sure."

She lets the small smile break onto her face now, rolling her eyes all the while. She opened her mouth to speak, probably to say something snarky and charming, when a loud explosion rattled the entire building.

Shouts were heard all around the bullpen, and within seconds, Darian had leaped over the desk and shoved Cat underneath behind him. He faced out, his ears straining to find Kara, setting his shoulders and trying to alleviate any danger that could hurt Cat.

A gust of wind blew through the office, and there, through the opening of the desk, Darian could see Supergirl's boots. Kara squatted down, her eyebrows raised and mouth set, and Darian climbed into her outstretched arms. She held her left hand out, beckoning at Cat.

"Are you alright Ms. Grant?" She asked, pulling the CEO out from under the desk.

Darian watched Cat looked around them, her eyes flitting through the smoke and ash falling through the air.

"Well, my building isn't." Her eyes came to rest on Kara again, "Again. You do seem to attract unseemly attention here, don't you?"

Kara grimaced, her eyes tightening.

Darian rested his hand on Cat's shoulder, watching her eyes move around for a second.

He leaned his face up to Kara, whispering, "Tarrehd nahn nahzhgehnes?" What is happening?

Kara looked around him, and Darian could see panic in her eyes. "I'm not sure," She looked down at Cat, her eyebrows furrowing again, "I should take you two somewhere. Your apartment isn't far, is it, Miss Grant?"

Cat shook her head, "You can take us both there. Carter will be home, and I'm sure it won't be hard to watch Darian for you."

Kara nodded for a moment, and then swung her head back to Cat. "For-for me? Why would you be watching him for me? I meant that we could go find Kara Dan-"

"Oh Kara," Cat hums, her eyes locked on the skyline, "We can discuss me knowing your secret identity later. You have a city to save, again."

Darian sees Kara tighten the muscles in her jaw. She sighs through her nose, glancing through the office windows. They'd been talking moments, but he knows that she's wasting precious time in here. "Gehd:bem. I will… be alright with Cat. You have to go." It's alright.

She locks eyes with him, and then her ear-piece switches on, Alex's voice in her ear. She lets Darian scramble down the ground, spinning to let him clamber up her back. He settles against her spine just as she scoops Cat in her arms.

He rests his head on her shoulder, smiling at Cat. She looks terrified, but she squints at him good-naturedly all the while. The flight is over in a minute, and Kara sets them down on the tallest balcony of the building.

Darian climbs down, racking his brain for the word Kara had used to describe Cat's house. He looked over to her, his hands curling into the sides of his ghozh, his sweater. "What do you- what is your house called, Cat?"

Cat looks at him, and he can't really tell what she's thinking, but she says, "A penthouse. It's the largest and the highest part of a housing complex."

He nods at her, his dimple showing through the smile creeping up his face.

Kara bends down, whispering, "Nahn voi, Dar-Em." Be safe, Dar-Em. She presses a kiss to the crown of his head, glances one last time at Cat, and flies back towards CatCo.

There's sirens wailing in the distance, and a storm cloud had started brewing outside of the city, making the air smell of metal. He looks up at Cat, and there's a grimace on her face. He knows she just saw her building back in one piece only two months after it had been destroyed, knows that she's dreading seeing her city in rubble again. However, he doesn't really know how to say any of that out loud, so he simply reaches up and takes her hand.

He had expected her to react to it, but she doesn't. All she does is continue to stare out into the city, her hand warm in his.