A whole new world

by Dissmofo

there's a new kid on the block.

"Of course, it had to be a freaking forest," he muttered.

He had been walking for almost an hour. The sun was standing mockingly over him, as if to turn his already souring mood even sourer. He was wearing dress shoes and had already dropped his blazer and loosened his tie.

"Because dropping me in a city would be too much to ask, right?"

He was pissed. He never liked hiking—the bugs, the people, the one dude with a loudspeaker, and don't even get him started on the bears. There was no amount of bear spray that would make him feel safe. All in all, hiking was something he did only if he was trying to impress someone, namely whatever poor girl he had set his eyes on. Walking through a forest without an established trail? Without bear mace? Hell, without even water? Yeah, he was hating every second of this.

It was already midday, if the sun positioning over him was any indication. With no way of knowing if he was walking out of or deeper into the forest, he decided to stop. To be fair, there were few other alternatives. Right in front of him was a white water river—or, well, in front of him was a broken bridge and, underneath it, a very angry river. Either way, he'd have to look for a way around it…or maybe not.

"Right, I've got powers now…how do I use them, though?" he said, looking at his hands in wonder.

It all came back to the reason he was in the forest.

He had been having a rather tense day. He had had his application interview, which was a little maddening. He wanted to be a nurse, so after completing his prerequisite courses, he applied to the Bachelor of Science in Nursing (BSN) program at Penn University. It had gone great, in his humble opinion. Afterwards, all was a bit of a blur. He remembered the rush, his heart pumping like crazy, and all. He made it to his apartment, grabbed a water bottle, and started up his PC. He had to tell the (hopefully good) news to the boys.

His relationship with his family was very strained. After his dad's death, they (his mother and siblings) had bitched and moaned about the old man's asset distribution. Thankfully, he had a valid will made for any eventuality, so that was that. He got, for whatever reason, a rather sizable portion of liquid assets. His older brother was not happy with it. His mother even less so. He had, in the end, opened a savings account and dumped the money in there. He had used some of it for tuition, but that was it. But yeah, things got ugly for a while, and he had opted to get away.

Right, so he had entered the voice chat, and as always, there was someone in there already. He remembered telling him about his day, the interview, everything. They talked for a while until his friend asked something. He remembered thinking something along the lines of, "Typical, let's see where this takes us."

"So, hypothetically, if there were two fortune wheels, one with random superpowers and one with random realities, would you spin it?"

"Assuming I get the power and get dumped into the world, right?"

"Of course."

"It would depend, I guess."

He remembered thinking about the question, not his answer, the question itself. His friend's hobby usually bled into their conversations. He tended to ask seemingly random questions or ask them about hypothetical situations every once in a while.

"On what?"

"Well, what'll happen to my life here for one."

"Context, right. You died, that's the reason you can see the wheels."

"Ah, makes sense, an isekai then?"

"Sure."

"Another thing would be the personality, do I get the personal traits of the original owner of the power? Like, if I get, I don't know, Thor's powers, do I have to behave like him, or is it just me but, you know, bigger?"

"Just the power, you'll just be yourself."

"Huh, so if I get Wolverine's, I won't get hairy?" he remembered joking.

"That's right, you will be physically, mentally, and spiritually yourself."

"Well then, the last thing I can think of would be, what is my mission? Like, do I have to kill a demon lord or whatever? Oh, and what would happen if I said no?"

"...no mission, you'd just arrive at another world and live your life. As for saying no? Hmm, I suppose you'd just be entered into the reincarnation cycle."

"Then I'd spin them."

"Really?" he said and started sharing his screen. There were two fortune wheels, as advertised, both with names and realities, respectively.

"Why am I not surprised," he had said. "Is there anything else I'd like to know before spinning them?"

"Hmmm, well, to make it fair to the people in your new world, you'd forget everything you know about it."

"Everything? Even if I land in a parallel dimension of the main timeline, like in Marvel's multiverse thing?"

"Everything."

"...oh well, whatever."

"Which one would you like to spin first?"

"Please. Both at the same time."

"Brave choice."

"Just impatient actually."

The wheel started spinning, he remembered seeing way more names than he thought possible. He had obviously spent a lot of time gathering powers and realities. After a while, the wheels stopped.

"Who the hell is William Kaplan? Sounds kinda alien-y. Oh, shite, DC Comics, yikes. Do I want to know where in the timeline?"

"You probably would, but you can't though. You'll be forgetting all about it. As for William, I can tell you his hero name if you like."

He chuckled. "Right, sure. Lay it on me, what is Bill's hero name?"

"He has had a couple, the main one being Wiccan."

"Ooh, magic. I like it."

"I know."

"Can you tell me anything else?" he asked.

"I'm afraid not," the other person replied and stopped sharing his screen.

"Bummer. Do you have any idea what you'd write about in the story?" he inquired.

"That, my friend, will depend solely on you."

"What do you mean?"

"I sincerely hope you have a nice life." And with that, as if in a blink, he found himself in a forest.

He sat on a little stump a couple of meters from the river, thinking carefully about the conversation.

"I died, didn't I?" he sighed.

Of course, hindsight was 20/20, as they say. He had literally been told that he died. He didn't even have a friend who liked writing, and for the life of him, he could not remember what the cause of his death was. His best guess was that something happened on his way home. He did not want to dwell on it, though. For better or worse, he wasn't the type of guy who got hung up on stuff. He died, so what? He was alive despite that, wasn't he? He'd miss his friends, sure, but he was sure any one of them would have spun the wheels too.

On the bright side, magic. Well, magic and comics. He fought the need to sigh again. In most cases, magic asked for something in return. Not ideal, true, but maybe since he was from another universe, it wouldn't matter? Actually, was Wiccan from this reality?

"So many questions, so few answers…" he stood up and looked around.

The bridge looked more like a death trap than a bridge, probably the work of an enterprising guy trying to find his way across, hence the lack of any sign of a traveling path.

"Might as well give it a try," he mused, grabbing a branch from the ground.

'Very good, Mr. Barret. Birch, eleven inches, without a core, unsurprisingly useless,' he thought.

He was a bit of a Potterhead and, well, he had magic now. Maybe using something to focus on would do him good. So picking a 'wand' wasn't too far a stretch. It shouldn't be too difficult. He had been feeling a new kind of…thing. It was difficult to explain, but he had access to something more than what he had this morning. He presumed it was magic or whatever mystical force he could interact with.

He pointed his 'wand' at a stone and shouted, "Wingardium Leviosa!" Little by little, the stone rose. "Holy shit, I'm doing it!" Of course, that's precisely when the stone fell. Now, there was nothing more in the world he'd like more than to do it again, but research had to be done.

Again, he was a Potterhead. What he wasn't was stupid. The stone floated, true. That did not mean he had made an HP spell work at all. He didn't switch or flick his 'wand,' and it worked just fine. Now, he could be a prodigy born once in a billion years or whatever, or which was more probable, it had nothing to do with the wand or the spell.

He set his makeshift wand on his lap, pointed his index finger at the stone, and said the spell again. Once again, the stone arose only to drop a couple of seconds later, although this time on purpose.

"Ok, no wand." Quite obviously in hindsight, it was pretty much a branch he picked up from the ground. What were the possibilities of him picking up a magical one? He pointed his finger at the stone again, this time he just said, "float," and the stone arose once again. "Ok, so no spell needed, good."

Just to try, he concentrated again and pointing with his finger, he tried to make the stone float. Once again, it did. He tried without pointing, it arose again. He tried not looking at it, and once he turned around, it was floating. To be on the safe side, he tried moving the stone around. When it did, he heaved a heavy sigh.

"I'm fucking telekinetic. God dammit. Maybe something more magical?"

He looked around, his eyes falling over the broken bridge. 'It looked kinda cool in the game…' he thought.

He looked at the bridge and, deciding to skip the wand this time, gathered his magic and thought, 'Reparo!' He didn't make any type of gesture or say anything out loud, to get a better idea of what worked and what didn't. It didn't work this time, though.

"Well, shoot, maybe I do need the spell," he said.

He tried again, marshaling what he believed to be his magic and directing it with a shout of "Reparo!" The effect was immediate. As if rewinding time, the bridge reconstructed itself, guided by the beautiful blue hue of his magic. After a second, it was in one piece again, and he had to admit his first impression was correct. Calling it a bridge was very generous.

'Ok, so no gestures, I kind of like looking all wizard-like and doing weird hand movements though,' he thought. "The question is, was it the spell or something else? One way to find out."

He stood up from the stump, and putting his hands forwards - à la Dr Strange - shouted "break!" Blue light once again surrounded the bridge; this time, instead of repairing it, it broke into several tiny pieces.

"Man, this Wiccan dude had it easy, huh?" He just had to say his 'spell,' and reality accommodated him. He took a step closer to the edge, looking down at the river. He could see some of the debris floating downstream far in the distance. 'Can I repair it when so many pieces are missing?' he thought.

"Fix the bridge," he said to his magic.

To his amazement, some of the blue lights turned into the missing pieces, repairing the bridge as if whatever he had done to break it had never happened.

"Yeah… Wiccan, you rock. Cheers to you, buddy."

He looked around once again. "What else, what else, what eeeeelse," he thought. Taking a step forward, he was about to step on the bridge when an idea came to mind.

"Transfiguration!" he exclaimed.

He wasn't sure what it was called here, but seeing the ease with which he could use his magic, creating and transforming things should not be a problem. 'I should make myself a mount…' he thought. Well, it was one of his thoughts. His mind was working a mile a minute. Sure, maybe turning the little stone into a big ass dragon to take him out of the forest sounded cool, but it was not practical. He thought about turning himself into a bird, but then he remembered that, while he could probably do it, he needed to say his 'spells,' so maybe not a good idea, unless he turned into a raven, maybe. He had heard that they could mimic human speech.

"Let's start small," he said to himself.

He focused and, gathering his magic, gestured at his feet and said, "Turn into hiking boots." It worked better than he thought it would; they immediately changed into hiking boots. His feet, that is. Thankfully, nothing hurt, but then again, seeing his feet turn into boots wrapped around his dress shoes was pretty freaking weird.

"Gnarly," he said, trying to wiggle his toes. He found no success. "Ok, back to feet," he said, turning them back. He got the distinct feeling that it wasn't about the specificity of his order, more like he needed to really think about what he wanted to happen. Perhaps he had lucked out using HP spells; he had a very clear picture of what the effects of using them would look like.

He gathered his thoughts and, taking the next logical step, he thought of himself on the few occasions he did go hiking. "Turn into hiking attire," he said, focusing on his clothes. Something unexpected happened, though. A weight settled over his shoulders, the weight of his hiking pack.

"Ain't that interesting," he said, taking off his bag and checking its contents. He noted that it had the stuff he usually carried whenever he succumbed to his baser needs and went hiking: namely, a bottle of water, a little baggie of trail mix, socks, a booboo kit, etc. "So I can just... create things, huh? What the fuck am I? A god? Man, I'm not built for this type of shit..."

He put on his shoes and started walking across the bridge. "Guess I'll just follow the rules of a genie and be done with it," he thought.

He'd ignore the "no asking for more wishes" rule since he was the genie here. But the other two were very important: no reviving the dead, especially since he didn't know what type of world this was. Was death a thing here like in Marvel? He did not want to piss off whatever being ruled over that. Don't fuck with people's heads. Okay, so he was paraphrasing a little, but making someone fall in love with you was pretty much the same, right? And that was it. Of course, he was thinking about not doing something he didn't even know he could or could not do, but he did not want to try and fail in any of it, or worse, try and succeed.

He kept walking for a couple of minutes, more to give himself time to think than anything else. He had come to the realization that, as magical as he was, he was probably able to apparate or teleport. Flight wasn't out of the question either. But his new magical nature brought another, perhaps more important thought to the forefront of his mind.

"Do I want to become a superhero?" he asked himself.

He might have forgotten whatever knowledge he possessed about this reality, but he still remembered the name of it: DC Comics. Superheroes were common in the vast majority of comics, and he doubted he'd be the first one to appear if he decided to, that is.

"Fricking Spider-Man," he muttered. The old "with great power comes great responsibility" speech kept circling around in his head. It was easy to romanticize the idea; it sounded good, noble even. But grounding it in reality? It was far less appealing. In this particular case, great power lets you take upon greater responsibilities. That was true. What not many people thought about was that said responsibility begets sacrifice.

"I might not have much to lose, but... I don't think I'm selfless enough to give away what I do have," he muttered.

Would he be capable of surrendering his life to the cause? Because he was sure that is what would happen. Perhaps not right away. Perhaps it would even escape his notice, but in the end, if he didn't die on the job, he'd live long enough to realize that his identity as a person was lost to him, and all that was left was his hero persona, and everybody knows there is no such thing as a retired superhero.

He was letting pessimism get to him.

"Maybe I'm looking at it wrong, maybe instead of losing myself, I'll find purpose, happiness."

"Everything alright down there?" he heard someone say.

Looking up, he saw a tiny slip of a girl floating above the treetops. He would have been a little more worried if she weren't wearing an obvious superhero outfit. Thinking about the suit, "Are you sure it's wise to fly around in a skirt?" he was sure he heard a little squeak. Next thing he knew, the girl was standing right beside him.

"Easy there, big guy, I'm sixteen," she said, smiling.

There was something there, though. Her smile, while not fake, looked a little bit forced. 'Maybe she didn't like the comment?' He thought.

"Don't look at me, I'm not the one in the skirt," he shrugged. "Name's Zac, by the way," he said, offering his hand.

She took his hand, giving it a firm squeeze, shaking it enthusiastically. "Supergirl, nice to meet you."

"Is that like your, ah, superhero alias?" It made sense, big S on her chest and all.

"Yes? You… don't know me?" She looked way too surprised for it to be normal, meaning she was probably well-known.

"I'm not from around here," not completely untrue.

Her eyes widened in realization. "Oh, I see. Alien?"

He took a second to process her statement. 'Weird that was her go-to situation, guess this sort of thing happens often here,' he thought. "Of a sort," at her inquisitive look, he elaborated, "I'm from another Earth. Wait, we are on Earth, right? The planet, I mean."

"We are," she reassured, "so... parallel reality? No, you'd know me, or at least recognize the S from my cousin," she mused to herself.

"Yeah, I was thinking another reality altogether. No idea who your cousin is, though."

"Yeah, he's been... he was a superhero," she said, a little crestfallen.

"Runs in the family then?" he tried, hoping to cheer her up.

"Not really," she said. "We were, uh... the last of our kind. Guess it's just me now."

"... I see." 'Damn, tragic hero backstory,' he thought. "So, not from Earth then?"

"Nope," she said, trying and failing to add cheer to her voice. "I got here a couple of months ago, actually."

"No kidding? Must have been a lot…" She was having trouble meeting his eyes, and although he could take it as a sign of dishonesty, he thought it had more to do with whatever was eating at her, so he decided to give her a hand and started walking forward again. "Walk with me," he said.

"So how is it going? Your stay on Earth, I mean." She was floating alongside him while he walked, not fair.

"It's... going. Earth is just…" She looked awkwardly at him.

He smiled. "Come on now, I love Earth, don't get me wrong, but I'm not blind. There are some things I'm not particularly fond of. What I'm trying to say is, feel free to be honest, I won't judge."

She nodded her head. "I'm... well, I'm struggling a bit. It's... Earth is a lot less advanced, technology-wise. But it's not so much that, or not that alone. I, well, Kryptonians, my race, we get stronger under yellow stars," she said, gesturing upwards. "So, I've got all these powers, and it's... well, it's hard to control them. Classes aren't helping. I've always been a good student, and now, here, they are so behind that it's hard for me to even... it's frustrating."

"That's a lot to take in," and a lot more than what he expected too. Not many people were brave enough to open up to unknown guys in the forest... perks of being a superhero, perhaps. Thankfully for her, he wasn't some scumbag who would take advantage of this type of information. Gods, he could imagine what would happen if this fell into the hands of a reporter.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to unload like th-"

He interrupted her before she got the wrong impression. "It's alright, I don't mind," he waved off. She sounded like she needed to get it out of her chest. "And I meant, well, you got here just a couple of months back, right?" She nodded. "And you, well not to be insensitive, but you said you are the last of your species, so is it right to assume something happened on your planet?"

"Yes, the planet exploded," she said solemnly. "Overexploitation," she offered as an explanation. "My father, he... he tried to come up with a plan to protect Argo, that is- was, the city I was born in, but he had doubts about its success. So, just like my Uncle had done, he sent me here to help and take care of my baby cousin. He promised he'd meet me here..." She finished almost whispering.

"Well, that's... rough."

She let out a surprised snort. "Rough? That's all you got to say?"

"Well, excuse me. Not every day someone tells me they lost their whole freaking planet. I'm woefully unprepared for this situation." And wasn't that an understatement. There wasn't much he could tell her. He'd never been in that kind of position, except he kind of was, wasn't he? "Hold on a second, your baby cousin? Was he like a pre-teen hero? Is that even allowed?"

"No, no. He was older. He got to Earth when he was a baby, but my rocket got lost in the phantom zone, so I arrived almost four decades late."

"What in the name of Chist is a phantom zone?" he thought, but it was not the moment. He'd ask later. "In other words, space shenanigans. Fun."

"Quite," she nodded.

"Right. What I was trying to say before all the gloomy stuff was, you have had a lot to take in. It's no wonder you feel overwhelmed. I mean, you are doing hero stuff even if you can't control your powers yet. Actually, what are your powers? I don't think you've told me. You are also going to classes. Not to mention dealing with your planet's situation." He finished.

"It's okay. I can... I can power through. With Kal gone... I don't doubt the capabilities of the rest of the league, but... yeah, someone has to keep up his legacy. Besides, I kinda have to now."

"So that's his cousin's name, sounds alien enough." "What do you mean you have to?"

"Well, I, uh, lost my powers a little while back. So after Kal's death, I made a deal with the head of the D.E.O to get them back-"

"D.E.O?"

"Right, the Department of Extranormal Operations, in return for their help, I'd help them with their work,"

"Said work being?"

"Protect the world. They monitor extra-normal threats."

"I see…" Of course, there was no way that would backfire: a superpowered teen going through emotional duress fighting super powerful beings, actually… "Are you considered a threat?"

"Yes, the director has been very clear about that. I do not have her trust, at all."

"Yikes, I get it, but yikes."

"What do you mean you get it? I've been nothing but helpful ever since I got here."

"I mean, would you trust her if the situation were reversed?"

"...no, although I would be a lot less confrontational about it."

He shrugged. "I wouldn't trust you either. Don't get me wrong, you don't strike me as the malicious type, but if you think about it, you don't really have anything attaching you to Earth - other than your cousin's legacy that is - so risking your life to defend it doesn't seem like something anyone would do unless they had hidden agendas. And that's me without knowing the extent of your powers. So far, I've seen you fly and move super fast. Is there anything else?"

"Oh yeah, the whole demolition package: super strength, speed, stamina, hearing, heat vision, super breath. I'm practically invulnerable… amongst others,"

"Are… are you for real?"

"Yep!"

"Sheeesh, what even is super breath? Nevermind. Out of curiosity, how good is your hearing?" he asked. He did tend to talk to himself when left alone, and he didn't know how much she had heard.

"Let me put it this way, if I wanted to, I could probably hear your heartbeat from the other side of the world."

"So… did you hear me when I was… you know… talking to myself?" he said.

"I did, yes. Actually, I heard the exact moment you appeared in the forest," she said.

"Now you are just bragging. Wait, hold up, were you following me?" he asked.

"For a little bit," she said, pinching her fingers. "I got curious. Believe it or not, someone appearing out of thin air in the middle of nowhere is not that common. For context, the nearest village -not city mind you, village- is two days on foot that way," she said, pointing behind her.

'Not that common she says.' "... good to know. Am I considered a threat then? With you working for the DOJ or whatever."

"I don't think so? To be honest, I just wanted a little time for myself, so I flew out. This," she gestured at both of them, "was mere happenstance. I do think it would be for the best if I take you to the headquarters though."

"Of course you'd say that. They don't happen to be the type of agency that experiments on people, right?" he said, playing up his reluctance.

"You think I'd work for people like that?" she asked, clearly taken aback.

He deflated. "No, I don't think you would. It was a joke...I'm surprisingly bad at them," he said.

"Oh…will you hear me out then?" God, she was so peppy. At his nod, she added, "Do you have… well, anything? I mean, I saw you transforming your clothes and all, but do you have an ID or any form of legal identification? The DEO can help you get one and a new identity if you end up deciding to become a hero. Sure, you'll have to go through some hoops, but it's better than nothing."

He still had his wallet on him, but in this world, his ID was useless. He could make himself a new identity with his powers... maybe. The problem was he didn't really know how far-reaching his new powers were. Could he make something as complex as that? Adding a believable backstory sounded a little intimidating. He sighed, "... you've got a point."

"Come on, it's not that bad. If we are lucky, I might convince the director to relocate you near my house. It would be really nice to have someone to talk to," she said. Damn her eyes, they were unfairly soulful.

"You do remember we met like fifteen minutes ago, right?"

"I do, but...I don't know, it's so refreshing to talk to someone who doesn't know me. It's like I can be myself for once."

"Didn't you say you were attending high school? There has to be someone who 'doesn't know you' there."

"That's different, I do go to school, but for that, I have a civilian identity. Most people think of me as the girl with the weird accent-"

"You do have a weird accent. I thought it was a reality thing," he said in realization.

She kept going unbothered, "But no one there knows I am Supergirl, and in the headquarters, that is all I am. Pretty much everyone that sees me only sees a girl version of my cousin. They expect me to be the same. My parents… foster parents… they try, they really do, but they don't understand."

"And I do?"

"You might."

He wasn't so sure. She seemed to have a good relationship with her parents, and he still had the rest of humanity, even if this was another world, she didn't. "I don't think I can," he said finally.

"Even if you can't, I can at least be me around you, not whomever they want me to be everywhere."

"You've thought this through already, haven't you?"

"Not to brag, but even back on Krypton, I was considered a prodigy. With Earth's current standard? I'm way beyond that."

"... You are definitely bragging."

"I know! Do you know how incredible that is?"

"The prodigy part or the bragging part?"

"Both! I can't go about marveling about my powers or talking about them in any light that isn't helping someone. Or saying I'm smart and showing people up in class. I hadn't even realized how small a box I was living in."

"Alright, you made your point. I don't think I'd mind moving in closer to wherever it is you are living."

"Excellent!"

"Cool your jets, Supergirl. I'm not going to the DEA with you. I don't think I'd be allowed to remain close to you if I did. Two unknowns working together? Not a chance."

"...it's DEO," she said, avoiding his eyes.

"Whatever, you could at least try to deny it… anyways, I'm sure I can hack it without an ID for a while, and I'm pretty sure I can chat up reality enough to get myself somewhere to live."

"That's one way to describe your power, I suppose."

"Cool, isn't it?"

"Yeah, but can you shoot lasers out of your eyes?" she said as her eyes flashed red.

"...probably?" he shrugged.

"...nuh-uh, you can't try, that's my thing. You go and look for your own thing."

He was already regretting agreeing. "Why are you like this?"

"Because now I can be," she smiled. 'Damn, right in the feels,' he thought.

He sighed in defeat. "You wouldn't happen to know if magic is a thing here, would you? I'm going to have to research a little. I've got no idea what I could run into."

"I do not, no. But I know people who might."

"Really?"

"Yes, the Justice League. I kinda disappeared on them, but I'm probably still on the roster. I'm sure if I send them a message, they'll help you."

"Ok, cool. That's one less thing to worry about. Now, seeing as walking would get me nowhere fast, and it's time for lunch anyways, wanna eat something?"

She looked around, making a show of examining the forest around them. "I don't think we'd find open restaurants nearby."

"Oh har har, you saw me making a backpack out of nothing, right? I'm pretty sure I can make food too. Feel like anything in particular?"

He looked at her consideringly. "You know, this could be a nice place to experiment a little," he said.

Taking a good look around, he moved his hands forward and spoke with his magic. "I want to recreate Tom's Diner."

Around them, the forest began to shift, aided by his blue lights. He remembered Tom's diner quite vividly. Tom was a good guy, a father of three who always kept an eye on him, asking about his day and whatnot. The diner itself was nothing out of the ordinary, and he went there often enough that imagining it was easy. It had the typical long counter with forest green padded chairs and a couple of booths with wood-like finishes to give contrast, and also a very distinct broken tile just at the far corner of his favorite booth. It took form right before their eyes. Of course, everything else like coffee machines, waffle makers, etc., were there too, but they were more for aesthetics since he was going to create the food anyways.

"Amazing, absolutely amazing."

"I know, right? This was not the thing I wanted to experiment on though. See, earlier I was messing around with my powers and realized I'm a telekinetic," he said.

She let a little bit of air through her nose, smiling. "Yeah, I saw."

"...shut up. Anyhow, I figure I might as well try if I'm a telepath too."

"So you want to get into my mind?"

"Yes, if what I'm about to do doesn't work, it could be useful."

He gestured for her to follow him into his booth, and once she sat, he put his hands forwards.

"I need Kryptonian food."

Their table was filled with different kinds of what he assumed was meat and steamed vegetables if their coloring was anything to go by. Apparently, imagining something gave it more personality, but it wasn't necessary.

The far more important thing was the small gasp that left Supergirl's mouth.

"Sweet Rao." He would have worried about the gathering tears, but for perhaps the first time since they had been talking, her smile felt real.

"Harry Potter can go and eat his freaking glasses."

A/N: I don't own anything besides myself and my OCs.