Here's a big thank you for the positive feedback. I have heard you calls and have worked through another chapter for you guys, this time from Kara's POV. Hopefully it's at the same standard as the previous and I hope you enjoy it as much as the first. I'm still toying with branching it out into a story, planning what could happen etc and setting up a story but again it's all on if you guys want it. I'm content with the two but if you want more I'll try my utmost to deliver for you lovely people I promise.
Kara loved many things in her life. She loved her Sister and her friends. She loved the way the sun always shone on National City, how it danced off of the towering skyscrapers at the heart of the place and sparkled onto the pavements and the people walking below. She loved the feeling of flying, the rush it filled her with as the wind whipped at her hair and nipped at her cheeks though she could not feel it. It made her feel alive, exhilarated every piece of her body.
Yes, Kara Danvers loved many things, but one thing she loved more than all of it was this planet and the people on it. When she'd first come here from Krypton never did she imagine that this small but beautiful planet would ever be worth dedicating her life to saving. She would give her own life in a heartbeat if it meant that the people she protected would get to see another sunrise.
And this City, this City held a special place in her large heart. This was her home. National City was her stomping ground, the City which accepted her. Krypton was no longer her home – the planet now long dead – but this place, this real place right here was her home and she loved it with every piece of her body.
There wasn't one person who she would not die for, even if they completely loathed everything she stood for.
And now there was one other person who had somehow managed to muscle her way into her bubble, into her small group of friends and make her presence obviously known and who made her mission of saving them all just a little stronger.
That person was Lena Luthor.
The first time she'd met her she'd stumbled into the woman's office almost blindly and following Clark's lead. Already her head had been filled by her Cousin's words, how you could never trust a Luthor. She'd gone in there thinking nothing but bad things about the new CEO. She just must have been like her Brother, Clark was sure of it, Alex and J'onn were sure of it. Fear and trepidation were pooling in her stomach as she wondered what kind of monster she'd have to face next, wondering if she'd have to emulate the feats of her cousin. The Luthor's were not to be taken lightly, everyone knew that.
The distaste towards every single one of them was rife and rampant. They'd built their empire on blood and greed, all kinds of unsavory deeds to acquire their wealth and their fortune.
Everyone was sure that Lena Luthor was no different.
She was even sure of it.
But when she stepped through that ridiculous door and her eyes landed on the strikingly attractive CEO all of those worries just seemed to slip away. Lena didn't look evil?. Kara knew appearances could be deceiving, a wolf in sheep's clothing after all. But there was something, something Kara couldn't accurately pinpoint. There was this feel to the woman, this air surrounding her. Her massive office didn't feel cold and hostile. Even with the simple and sleek decor it felt warm, she felt warm.
There was something about the way she sauntered around the office, a wicked grin on her painted red lips as she perched herself on the other side of them.
This woman looked like she could take on the world and win.
Kara'd found herself unable to tear her gaze away from the woman's eyes or face. She'd found herself hanging off of her every word as if she'd been pulled under some kind of curse. Immediately she'd found herself completely enchanted by the woman sat before them. The woman who had an almost blinding determination shining from every orifice. Her voice was strong and commanding but the playful undertones were unmissable as she teased a tense looking Clark.
Not that she noticed Clark. She was too preoccupied at staring at the CEO.
She'd gotten so entrenched in her musings, so caught up in her awe that she'd half tumbled over her own introduction. The woman's gaze seemed to linger on her a little longer than was appropriate and Kara didn't even have time to hide the blush which was creeping up her neck and flushing her cheeks.
She was so cool and calm and Kara couldn't stop but snigger at the way the woman dealt with Clark and his bullish, brash demeanour. It was easy and unforced, oozing charm and charisma as well as a hint of intimidation as she brushed off his subtle but obvious accusations.
And without any kind of prompting she confronted them both on it. And Kara had braced herself to shift through the wad of lies which were surely going to slip from the woman's wonderfully painted red lips. Some kind of excuse, some kind of lie to distance her herself from any wrong doing.
However she had been so wrong. She'd listened intently to the woman's words and the conviction of which she spoke them. She listened to her heart beat which always gave away a liar but it was steady and rhythmic, not even a hitch. She listened to the words and she watched the way her face almost fell wistfully, forlornly and those stunningly sea green eyes shined with complete sincerity.
Either the woman was a phenomenal actress of she was telling the truth.
And Kara had felt it deep in her gut, in her heart and certainly in her head. The woman was telling them the truth. She had nothing to do with the explosion, she had nothing to do with Lex's machinations or had any intention of carrying on his grim and violent work, no intention of emulating her families notorious reputation.
'I'm just a woman trying to make a name for myself outside of my family'.
And she really, truly believed her. With every fibre of her being she could just see it. This woman had been drowning in the Luthor name for a long time, it was as clear as day. She wanted to take a stand against such tyranny, she wanted to heal the still puss filled wounds her Brother had torn open on many people, many cities.
The words stung in Kara's chest, a sense of familiarity at the phrase. She too knew how the woman felt, how hard she'd worked to get out of her Cousin's ginormous shadow. She loved Clark, truly, she loved him to death but he had some massive shoes to emulate and the struggle was one she battled through daily. He had set the bar for heroes so high that reaching the same levels were nigh impossible.
There was a tenderness in the way she spoke, a raw meaning behind them and Kara could see a hint of vulnerability beneath the steely surface. Those large eyes gave away as much as they hid and the pain that certainly lurked just beneath the layers of her skin were glaring.
This frighteningly tough and no nonsense woman was a lot more human than she showed. To another's eyes you would never see it, the mask too well trained and polished but to her sharper eyes it was obvious.
She'd found herself sympathising with the woman, a pang of guilt in her chest at how wrong her initial judgements had been on her.
When they'd left the office she hadn't been able to stop herself from defending the woman against her Cousin, whose prejudice against anything with the name Luthor on it was still blinding him to how wrong he was too. She could see it, she could hear it, she could practically taste it… This woman was nothing like her namesake. Nothing like her Brother. She was better, she was so much better.
She didn't even have to meet the infamous Lex Luthor to know how much of a monster the man was.
And the woman she'd just met was nothing like that at all.
She was enigmatic and commanding, poised and proper, sharp, sophisticated and just oozed elegance. And not only that there was this touch of sadness, a fragility there which seemed so wrong coming from a woman of her standing. There was something intriguingly mysterious about her, something hidden beneath the layers and layers of ice cool armour she'd wrapped herself up in.
Even beneath it all Kara could see that this woman was inherently good. She could see that she wanted to make a difference, that she wanted to help the world and she would start by helping the people of National City… Her City. And Kara would take every bit of help she could get.
Now Kara knew she had always been a curious being, always wanting to know more and more of the people around her and she didn't deny that she wanted to know more about Lena Luthor. She had this magnetic, almost hypnotic gaze which could tug at even those with the strongest resolves. Kara had no doubt that if Lena Luthor wanted something then she would get it with ease.
She'd never forget the way the woman saved her Sister from having her head blown off, smoking gun in her hand and her face filled with not fear but a determination for justice. She'd stood strong and unyielding in the face of danger and she couldn't even say a thing to her, not even a thanks, because she was so stunned at how strong this woman must be. Her armed hand was as steady as anything, her posture strong with shoulders squared. It screamed defiance, a no messing stance which made her look even fiercer.
When she'd walked into her office the next day alongside her Cousin who had graciously changed his opinion on the female Luthor it was with a spring in her step, still buzzed from the day before. And Lena had humbly accepted the man's praise whilst throwing in a barb at her estranged and incarcerated Brother – something that had made them all laugh lightly. Clearly her humour was dry and she certainly had a taste for sarcasm. It suited her.
And Kara couldn't deny the flutter that had pulsed through her stomach and her chest as the woman approached her, a soft smile on her face as she showered her with praise. That Clark Kent shouldn't take all the credit for the almost glowing article they'd both contributed to in her name.
'I didn't see your name on the byline Miss Danvers?'.
The way the name had rolled off her tongue had sent tremors through her body, the slightly accented voice soft and curious. She'd struggled to speak, struggled to find a coherent reply in the mess her mind had tangled itself up in. The woman's delightful perfume was invading her senses, alluring her just a little bit more.
'Oh I'm not a reporter'.
Kara knew how lame it must have sounded the moment the words slipped past her lips and cursed herself for being so ridiculous. She thought that being around Cat Grant for so long would have made her immune to the fear factor that seemed to follow powerful women but clearly not.
'You could have fooled me'.
She'd blushed under the eyes which danced playfully, a flirtatious curve to the woman's plump and unmarred lips. Kara didn't know where to look, stumbling over her words as her heart hammered ridiculously in her chest. Something had come over her, stifling her sharpened senses and rendering her almost null and void. This woman was certainly in a league of her own, of that she was certain.
A stupid, almost lobsided smile came to her lips as she watched the beautiful CEO spin on her heel and walk away from her, surely swinging her hips more than normal and Kara truly couldn't even respond. Her voice had failed her, stuck in the rumble in her chest.
But the warmth spreading within her at the words was exciting and foreign and she couldn't help but be touched by the woman's compliment. Lena had seen something in Kara, some potential, potential no one else had seen and Kara felt her own determination swell at observation. Lena Luthor had said she'd make a good reporter…
It was she who had instilled the seed in her mind, giving her the belief to do it. If someone as infallible as the young CEO believed that she had the potential to do great things then Kara found it impossible not to follow through on the observation. She'd tried to dissuade herself from taking on such a job but the woman's words had been ricocheting around her mind and urging her to take a chance and to simply do it.
It's not as if she had anything to lose.
'I hope this isn't the last time we talk?'.
The invitation had startled her, the warmth and genuine want behind it causing her innards to quake and tremble. She gaped and gawped for a second, struggling to find a way to maintain her composure which was crumbling under the gaze. She was almost certain she was resembling a shocked fish at that moment in time but she didn't have the power to prevent it.
She blinked and she breathed and managed to steady herself from becoming a stuttering mess before speaking.
'I hope not either'.
Kara didn't even know where in her mind the words had come from, let alone how she'd gotten them out but she could feel the smile tugging at her lips as she spoke them. She couldn't find it even within herself to refuse the woman's request. She doubted anyone had ever refused her.
She didn't even want to.
The prospect of spending more time with the woman, of getting to know Lena Luthor was too good an opportunity to skip. She knew her friends wouldn't be too happy with such an arrangement for they had not interacted with the woman like she had. Alex would probably be more open to the idea due to the fact that she'd saved the woman herself, and said woman had saved her in turn.
She seemed almost lonely, this office too big for one person. There was a cold detachment to her persona but a sliver of radiance seeped out from beneath the exterior. There was certainly a lot more to Lena than she let on, than people knew and Kara wanted to be the person to know.
From their first meeting there was this insatiable need to become Lena Luthor's friend. She didn't know whether it was her own ridiculous character trait rearing its head, the way she wanted to see the good in absolutely everybody but she found she didn't even care. Because there was good in this woman and she wanted to see it in all its glory. Kara could see the woman was capable of extraordinary feats if she released it fully and if she could lend a hand in doing so then she would not hesitate. Who was she to deny someone's aspirations.
She knew from her own experience how lonely it could be in a new City, a new environment. Hell she'd arrived on a whole new planet and if it wasn't for Alex and Eliza it would have been the loneliest life in existence. She didn't want Lena to transition through this alone, especially with the intense scrutiny her character faced every single day.
And as the weeks had passed by Kara had found herself actively seeking out the mysterious Luthor, wanting to get to know more about her. At first she'd masked it by giving her interviews and it was all very formal but somehow she'd gotten Lena to soften with every single visit. Gradually she was relaxing, her guard still up but not as severe. She'd heard her laugh, she'd seen her smile… Rao, her smile… Her smile was just something else.
It lit up her eyes and it lit up the room and Kara almost always without fail found herself replying to it with one of her own. It was contagious and her stomach always fluttered whenever she realised that she could make this woman who was the picture of poise and grace laugh and smile so freely as if no one else was watching. There was a gentleness to her, a sweetness which was hidden away from everyone.
Everyone but her.
She knew she was still a flustered and stumbling mess around the enigma that was Lena, that she was certain would never change. Lena was very suggestive with her words and her actions and she just didn't know what to make of them. She couldn't decide whether the woman was just overly friendly or if there might be – just maybe – something else to it.
Whatever her intention one thing she did know was that the lady clearly knew exactly what she was doing. She almost certainly knew what kind of effect it was having on her and it seemed to urge her to do it just a little bit more. Lena Luthor certainly got a kick out of her turning her into a withering mess.
She might have been the girl of steel but even she caved under Lena's presence. She was a fiercely intimidating woman and she had this untouchable aura surrounding her in everything she did. It was captivating, enchanting and Kara couldn't deny it suited her.
Her heart always raced when she watched her bite her lip, the way she'd lazily run her hand through her long flowing tresses.
Lena looked at her in a way she was certain no one looked at her before. It was as if she saw her… Not Supergirl, not Kara Zor El but Kara Danvers. She supported her in her decisions, she urged her to strive for the pinnacle and had this unwavering faith in her.
When she was Supergirl everyone looked at her in complete awe and it wasn't a look she was unaccustomed too. She was a phenomenal being after all. But no one looked at Kara Danvers in that way. She was forgettable, miss-able and not someone who stood out from the crowd. And that was how she thought she liked it, made it easier to disguise the other incredible side to her.
But she wasn't just Supergirl, there was so much more to her than Supergirl and most of the time people didn't see that. They never saw Kara Danvers.
But Lena had seen her. Lena could see Kara Danvers as clear as day. From the moment they'd met those emerald green eyes which were brighter than Kryptonite had seen her, and not only seen her but wanted to see her more. It was an attention Kara didn't know she wanted until this woman had popped spontaneously into her life.
There were a lot of things Kara didn't know she wanted until she met Lena.
Not that she could make sense of those feelings, not in the slightest. She was absolutely clueless as to what it all meant, oblivious to the stirrings in her stomach every single time she spent a second of time in the woman's presence. It was a strange tingling, a flutter of some obscure emotion. And she'd swallow them down, willing them to stop because all they did was confuse her to hell and back and turn her into that bumbling idiot all over again.
And as their meetings became more frequent they were only growing. Lena would show up at her apartment completely unannounced simply because she wanted to see her. And she in turn would swing by L-Corp on her way back from CatCo or if she was in the area and they would just sit and relax and laugh, both taking a deserved break from the rest of the world around them.
And Lena was peeling away a layer of herself every time they met. Lena was willingly spilling her secrets and allowing her to enter her world, revealing a titbit of information every single time.
And she would listen to the words with no judgement. After her initial judgements had been so far from the truth she'd started to refrain from judging others before getting to know them. Lena never lied to her. She admitted she loathed her Brother for all he'd done and the pain he'd caused but she also revealed that she loved him. Some piece of her still loved him even after all he'd done, even after he'd tried to kill her. He'd been the one person in that miserable family to make living with them bearable and his betrayal had cut her deeply.
The words had only brought them closer however. Kara knew what that felt like, to lose a family member to their own desires. The actions she'd had to take on Astra, knowing that she had crossed the line. Just because she'd become someone else in the process it didn't mean she didn't love her anymore. She'd loved her Aunt until the very end, she still did to this day.
Love... It was a fickle thing indeed.
Slowly Lena was becoming somewhat of a kindred spirit to her, the two of them facing their own battles daily and finding a sounding board in one another. It truly touched her that this woman trusted her enough to disclose such things knowing how precarious it was to do so.
Her world was cruel and ruthless and weaknesses were almost constantly exploited. But Kara had taken it upon herself to not allow those words ever be used against the woman, they were for her ears only and that was how it would stay. She wouldn't betray her trust. These things were personal and private and meant a lot to her.
Everytime they met she had to bite back the urge to spill her own secrets. Rao she wanted to tell Lena who she was, that she was the mighty Supergirl who protected National City. It was as an obligation of sorts, Lena was giving her all these pieces of herself and yet Kara could give nothing in return.
She wasn't sure if the woman already knew her secret. She was clever, beyond clever even. The woman was a certified genius - probably smarter than Winn - and had a talent for reading between the lines and amongst the pages. If she had Lena Luthor fooled then she could fool anyone of that she was certain.
Even if she did know her secret however, she'd yet to even hint at it. She'd had ample opportunities to pry, to reveal the truth that she knew Kara Danvers wasn't merely Kara Danvers.
But she hadn't taken it.
Most would relish the thought of knowing Supegirl's secret identity, revel in being privy to such knowledge. They could boldly explain that they knew more about Supergirl than anyone else did and would scream it from the rafters.
But she hadn't. She hadn't even toyed with the idea, hadn't even mentioned it.
Maybe she didn't know?.
But something in Kara's mind was screaming that she did know. Somehow the woman had sussed her out and knew full well who she was beneath the glasses and the cardigans.
And still she treated her the same. Still she spoke with her as if she was human being and not an alien from another planet. That she wasn't the indomitable Supergirl, just a girl who was finding her way in the world as much as the next person.
It was just so easy to talk to her, to sit with her. Even if she became a staggering mess once and a while.
The more she learned about Lena the more she wanted to learn, to truly delve beneath the surface of the enigma and penetrate the mysterious aura that engulfed the woman so tightly. She could brighten up her day with only a sly comment and knowing wink, making everything around her seem just a little simpler.
The effect she had on her was profound and she couldn't help but like that Lena was her friend and no one else's. She loved her family and her friends but they were all wrapped around the D.E.O circle, everyone knowing everyone. Lena was her friend. She wasn't Alex's or Winn's or J'onn's. She was her friend and hers alone and she couldn't help but enjoy having someone to herself, especially someone like Lena.
Lena now fell under the same umbrella as the other's, the ones she wanted to protect fiercely. She was in her life and in her circle and she would get the same level of protection as the rest of them.
And Rao knows the woman needed it.
A woman of her standing and her connections was the prime target and Kara knew that Lex would not rest until he'd taken his Sister down with him. Three times he'd tried to kill her already and she knew there would be more. Add in those vying for some Luthor blood to be split and the endless aliens that seemed to filter into National City on a weekly basis and there was a bubbling cauldron beneath her feet and waiting to consume the CEO.
It was giving Kara a headache and a worry she didn't know she could harbour.
And Lena wasn't doing herself any favours in keeping herself safe either. Today's actions had proven as much. For someone as calculated and clever Kara had learned today that the woman was also slightly reckless. She liked to take risks and was bolder than she realised, something she'd confronted her on face to face in her Supergirl persona.
After the gangs violent attacks on numerous landmarks around National City Lena had gone and taken it upon herself to catch them. The plan was ingenious yes, but it was also dangerous. She'd paraded herself freely at the gala, luring them in and acting as the bait. Somehow she knew that they would come for her, for the wealth that would surround her at the gala.
And when they'd finally attacked and the rest of the crowd cowered in fear at the sight of the alien weapons gripped tightly in their fists, Lena didn't even flinch. She'd approached them, mocked them and goaded them into doing whatever it was they'd intended.
Kara had watched it all from her perch, her heart in her throat and her stomach lurching. The fire in the woman's eyes, the fierce determination as she stood right in the bullseye was as terrifying as it was impressive and Kara didn't hesitate to jump into the action and pull their attention off of the CEO and onto her instead.
But in her haste to stop them from even touching her friend she'd acted just as recklessly and before she knew it she'd ended up on the ground, staring down the barrel of the formidable looking weapon. She'd forced the beam back with her heat vision but she knew she couldn't sustain it forever.
And just as she started to lose that particular battle a ripple of energy surged around them, the weapons being flung into the air and exploding in a crescendo of noise and colour. The gang was stunned and quickly detained, their threat nullified at the loss of their precious weapons.
And Kara wondered what the hell had happened, who could have caused such a turn in the tide. That was when she saw her. Lena was moving as elegantly as ever, slinking from beneath the stage with Winn beside her.
At first she'd been shocked at the sight, a foreign surge of emotion stirring in her gut as she watched the two who were slightly dishevelled pulling themselves from under the stage. She'd had to bite at the jealousy and Winn must have somehow spotted the look on her face as he quickly cleared the whole thing up, praising Lena for her actions.
Because it was her who had stopped them. The woman's cunning plot came to light and Kara was relieved to see she was alright, but irked that the woman could be so stupid.
She hadn't been able to stop herself from paying her a visit a little later as Supergirl, telling her how dangerous her actions were. But Lena being Lena had laughed it off, reinforcing it once again that she was determined to do good and that she couldn't stand by and do nothing whilst innocent people were being terrorised. They'd attacked a freaking children's hospital for Rao's sake.
It had only caused Kara to marvel at her bravery. The woman had saved her life now as well as her Sister's. This normal, mortal, human being had thwarted a plan with her quick thinking and her smarts. She couldn't have stopped them without her aide and she wasn't even ashamed to admit that to Lena. She didn't know whether she'd wanted to kiss her or slap her.
When she'd left that fluttering had returned, a smile plastered over her face at the offer Lena had given her.
'I hope we can work together more Supergirl'.
'I hope so too'.
Kara had no doubt that she'd be seeing Lena more, as Kara Danvers and as Supergirl too. She wished she had the courage to spill that she was one and the same, if only to let the woman know that she had her aide whenever she needed it.
But she couldn't do it. Not yet.
It wasn't that she didn't trust Lena because that couldn't be further from the truth. She trusted the woman with her life and as rapid as that had come about she meant it. She knew Lena wouldn't betray her, she knew she would support her and she knew that things would get even better between them should there be no secrets.
But she was afraid. Not of Lena of course but of how the woman would see her. She was the first person other than Cat who'd seen her as Kara – though Cat saw her as Keira but they were one and the same - who was interested in her as Kara Danvers and not as Supergirl. No one was interested in Kara Danvers, the sunny assistant.
But Lena was. And she didn't know if Lena would look at her the same way once she knew she was Supergirl. Their family history ran so deep, battle lines long drawn between the two. And even though Lena clearly liked the Supergirl side of her she didn't want the way Lena thought of her to change.
Because Lena treated her like a human being, not as an alien. And she liked being seen as human and she didn't want to lose that. Because even though Lena was pro alien per se, she still invested in alien detection technology, she still wanted to protect the people from hostile forces and it was a natural reaction to a slow invasion from another world.
Would she one day want to protect the world from Kara herself?. It ignited a fear in the back of her mind, the fear of rejection. A fear which plagued her more often than not and associating the feeling with Lena was nothing short of horrifying. She'd given her purpose, given her guidance and had lit the path for her vocation. Lena had done more for her than she'd admitted.
With a sigh she focused back on the route she was currently flying, her nightly patrol quiet for once and allowing her to gather her thoughts and muddle over everything that had happened.
She didn't even realise she'd been circling the block around L-Corp for the past twenty minutes. Instinctively she'd been drawn back to the building, back to the woman residing within it. If she was still there that was, it was gone midnight and she must have left for her penthouse by now.
Still wouldn't hurt to check however.
So Kara altered her flight path, swinging around the building and up to the top level of the tallest tower in the City. Coming to a stop she floated in the air, using her x-ray vision to scan the building.
It was completely abandoned, every floor vacated up until she looked through the window of the top one. And there she could make out a lone figure lounging in the large seat.
Curiously she blinked away the x-ray and peered through the window. It was shrouded in darkness except for the lamp which rested on the desk where the woman's hand drummed lazily along the black marble, her nails clicking with every contact.
Why was she still there?. She used curiously, eyes narrowing and a crease forming between her brows at the discovery. Yes Lena had a habit of working till the late hours – something she'd discovered on her almost daily visits - but this was excessive even by her standards.
Kara moved closer until she was perched on the railing. And she knew it was wrong, that she shouldn't be doing it but she couldn't stop herself. She honed in on the woman's breathing which was soft and low, her heart beating erratically but at a slow pace. Almost too slow.
She scanned the room again and made out a nearly empty bottle of whiskey which sat just beside the lithe fingers. She spotted the glass which was hanging loosely in her hand as she brought the amber liquid up to her lips. Her heels were discarded on one side of the room, her long hair tussled as it hung around her shoulders. Clearly she's been running her hands through it incessantly Kara mused. It was a habit she did often, whenever she was stressed or nervous or uncomfortable Kara would always know because her hand would scratch through her scalp on cue.
She didn't know when she'd started picking up on Lena's tics and habits.
Smashed glass littered the floor on the far end, a visible stain of brown coating the white wall. Papers were strewn across her desk and spilling out onto the floor at the side.
The woman's shoulders were hunched and heavy, her head low on her chest. Worry suddenly flared in her stomach as she took in the sight of the confident and composed CEO looking so… so broken. She looked fragile, disturbed and as if the weight of the world was forcing down onto her slim frame.
Had something happened?.
The smashed glass was signal enough but Kara couldn't think what could have happened in the few hours since she'd left the woman. Something that could have elicited such a violent reaction, bring on such a forlorn and sorrowful demeanour which was wrapping it's painful tendrils tightly around the woman's body.
Kara could practically feel it rippling from the room.
Quietly she found herself landing on the balcony she'd become so familiar with, barely making a sound as her lightly fluttering cape came to a stop. Approaching the glass she stopped, hand raised and ready to knock it.
Hesitation crept into her bones just before her knuckles would rap on the thick window. Supergirl didn't know Lena privately but Kara Danvers did. She knew how mortified she'd be at being seen in such a vulnerable manner. Clearly this was a private moment but Kara couldn't fight the urge to go in anyway. Lena was… Lena was suffering and she couldn't fly away and leave her to suffer alone. She meant too much to her now.
Maybe there was something she could do to help…
Kara had been drawn to Lena like a moth to a flame ever since she'd met her. Supergirl had been too. No matter how much she'd fought it, it was one fight she couldn't win no matter how hard she tried. She'd been sucked into her orbit, unable and unwilling to break away from the gravitational pull.
She was like the moon, light and dark, closer than the sun but still out of reach. Powerful and mysterious, an enigma with two sides. Flowing and lasting like the continuous tide and wielding more strength than anyone knew. She was bright, a beacon of hope in the darkness she'd grown up in. She'd guided Kara when she was at an impasse. She'd illuminated the gangs plans of terror and intimidation.
Kara had faced down aliens, killers and everything in between and she'd never once been scared. But right now, standing outside of Lena's window with her hand poised over the glass she was frightened.
Because even though she was Supergirl, she was also Kara Danvers. And Kara Danvers had come to care for Lena Luthor, for her safety and for everything. Kara Danvers was an absolute nervous wreck whenever she was in Lena's vicinity, a stumbling, bumbling, awkward, blushing nerd who spoke just a little too fast, a little too mumbled. Her mouth would run off on tangents and she'd completely miss the point and Lena would just smile and laugh knowingly in amusement which in turn would send her spiralling into absolute idiot mode.
And it took so much effort so hold up her girl of steel persona whenever she was with her because Lena was the one person who could fluster her like no other. And she couldn't help but think that this was how she would give away her identity.
And it was all because Lena Luthor had seen Kara Danvers.
Oh Rao… She could get out of any situation but she had no idea how she was going to get out of this one.
She wanted nothing more than to barge in there and chase away whatever pain was filling the beauty, ease her struggle and her stresses and let her know that whatever was wrong then it would all be okay.
But she found she could not hold her nerve.
Her hand dropped wistfully to her side and she stepped back from the window. She couldn't abuse her power, not like this. Pushing Lena never achieved anything and what she was currently doing was beyond creepy – she was aware of this.
If Lena wanted to talk about it she would, and she certainly knew she would not talk to Supergirl about it.
However she would talk to Kara Danvers… Well she hoped she would. Because she was her friend. She was her confidant. They'd come to trust one another over time, built up a bond based on mutual respect and empathy.
With guilt and fear snapping at innards she took off quietly, flying as far away from Lena as she could.
Kara was so caught up in her guilt she didn't feel the pair of emerald green eyes which were watching her leave.
Tonight she would allow Lena to be weak, knowing how difficult it was to be so strong all the time. She'd leave her to piece and process whatever it was that troubled her so. As hard as it was she had come to know Lena and the woman prided herself on her independence. She'd never wanted anyone, never needed anyone. Barging in when she was at her lowest visible ebb would spook her and Kara knew that armour and that shield she wore so strongly would come up higher than ever.
Tomorrow however she vowed that she would go to her, armed with doughnuts and coffee because she also knew how Lena liked to skip meals in favour of board meetings and paperwork. She'd lend her ear, lend her time and hope that the woman would tell her what was getting her down. What could possibly shake the foundations of such a strong structure.
Tomorrow Kara Danvers would have to be there for Lena Luthor, for this was something not even Supergirl could do. She could make her laugh, she could make her smile and she swore to herself that she would bring a smile back onto that face.
Because she knew as well as anyone that strength didn't mean everything. Because even though she was from another planet she felt these things, these moments of weakness too.
Because she full well that even the strongest had to crumble occasionally.
Apologies for what may look like spelling mistakes. If you haven't gathered it yet I'm British, well Welsh more accurately, and we like to keep the U's where they are.
And here it is. I find Kara surprisingly difficult to write due to the two contrasting personalities but I guess it fits with the tone of SuperCorp, how she can split her feelings (even of friendship) between her two alternate roles in Lena's life.
So as I said I am open to extend this but only if you guys want it. I'll probably wait until the next episode before I get a start however as I believe we're going to get a little bit more information on where Lena stands when it comes to CADMUS. Every part of me is praying she hates it and that she stands by Kara. It'll be so refreshing to see the character who could become a villain actually stay on the side of good and not descend into darkness. Morgana Pendragon anyone...
Sorry still not over that, Merlin just destroyed me.
Again let me know your thoughts guys and if there's things you'd like to see, prompts for the potential story etc then drop me a line and I'll see what I can do for you lovely bunch of people.
With love,
C.