I have it written, but I just want to clarify all the writing in italics are a series of flashbacks.
***FLASHBACKS***
"Are you sure this is going to work? No offense, but glasses don't do as much as you think they do. Plus, they keep slipping down my nose." Lana Lang grabbed the frames from Kara and turned them over in her hands then tapped on them with her forefingers. Kara used her heat vision to warm the earpieces up slightly, which allowed Lana to adjust them and fit them over Kara's face.
"If these can work for Clark, they can work for you."
Kara took over adjusting the frames and then checked them out in the mirror. They still slid down her nose but not by much. "I just wish I could add something to this. With the amount of technology out there with face recognition and satellites, the less I look like me the better."
"Are you sure you want to take my name instead of Clark's? Kara Kent has a better ring than Kara Lang."
"Too much alliteration for me, besides," Kara smiled down at Lana, "what better name to have than the one belonging to my first friend on Earth?" Lana blushed and pushed against Kara's arm with her fist. Kara let out a laugh. She and Lana were looking over other pairs of glasses when the warning signal for the dryer went off.
"I'll get it." Lana patted Kara's arm and walked away from the teen.
"Still wish I could do something other than these glasses," Lana heard Kara mumble before reaching the hallway. Lana shoved the laundry in the basket and was walking to her room when the semi-panicked voice of Kara reached her.
"Lana!" The red head dropped the basket and rushed to the living room. "Lana, look!" There was no longer a blonde teenager with wavy hair standing in her house but a brunette teenager with loose curls.
"Your hair."
"My hair!" The smile on Kara's face grew as she hopped on the balls of her feet.
"Can you change it back?"
"Who cares? I didn't even know I could do this. Can Clark do this?"
Lana shook her head and reached up to touch the soft curls. "How come it curled?"
Kara shrugged. "Maybe part of the power is applying heat. I dunno. I'll ask Karen when she gets here tomorrow. How cool is this?" Lana shook her head again and laughed at the former blonde skipping into the kitchen.
X
"…and this is the end of our tour." Lois had roped Jimmy into giving a tour to a large group of people, including some high schoolers, visiting the Daily Planet. Perry had assigned it to her as punishment but she was trying to one up Clark on a new Lex Corp story and somehow convinced Jimmy to do it for her. Perry had just promoted him to actual photographer, albeit for fluff pieces mainly, but it was something Jimmy had wanted for years. But there he was, enjoying his first day as an official photographer by being a tour guide. It probably didn't help he had been distracted by a pretty brunette who had the most enchanting smile ever created.
The group had completely dispersed except for the high schoolers who were waiting in the lobby for the rest of their friends. The brunette was watching one of the televisions. Some girl in Kansas City had been killed in a fire. Supergirl had failed to save her and was under metaphorical fire from the media. This was her first fail and odds are it was haunting the young hero.*
"Hey." The girl looked away from the television and smiled up at Jimmy.
"Hi."
"Did you enjoy the tour?" She nodded. "I wasn't too bad, I hope."
She shook her head then adjusted her glasses. "No, it was good. Last time I took this tour, I got an earful of history. You being a photographer helped me see things in a new light."
"How'd you know I'm a photographer?"
"The way you explain things makes it pretty evident. Plus, my cousin has told me all about the 'someday famous photojournalist, James 'Jimmy' Olsen'."
Jimmy smiled brightly, which made the girl smile too. "Who's your cousin?"
"Clark Kent."
"Wait, Clark? Clark's your cousin?" The girl giggled with a nod. "So you must be Linda, right?"
Yeah," she held out her hand, "Linda Lee-Danvers, nice to meet you."
Jimmy took her hand in his; it was very warm. "Jimmy Olsen, nice to meet you too."
X
Tall and fierce. That would be the best way to describe Supergirl in her new uniform. Gone was the vibrant primary colors. Now all she wore was a cape-less black and silver suit. The symbol for her house, her coat of arms, still remained proudly on her chest though.
Earlier that week the Outlaws hadn't expected the sudden help from Supergirl. They watched in stunned silence as she obliterated a legion of clones with one pass of her heat vision. The Red Hood could tell using her powers to that degree had drained her some but she still stood confidently as he, Arsenal, and Starfire approached the Kryptonian. "Sorry to horn in on your action but you looked like you needed help."
"You killed them," said Starfire with profound confusion.
"They weren't real people. No heartbeat. They were being governed by magic."
"You sure about that?" asked Arsenal.
"Positive."
After a short conversation between the four of them, Starfire had embraced Supergirl with open arms. "I like your current uniform," she has said as they left the abandoned temple, "but if you're going to fight with us, maybe something different is in order." That was the last thing Jason had heard before Kara stepped out of Starfire's crashed dropship wearing a new uniform.
"I like it," said Roy, who was busy fiddling with a new set of exploding arrows.
"Jay?" inquired Star when Jason hadn't said anything.
"Not bad. I kinda liked the cape though." Jason didn't like the way Kara smirked up at Star, as if they shared some secret.
"I wanted to go with something different. But maybe seeing Supergirl with the Outlaws isn't the best plan. Kal-El fought hard to establish our coat of arms as a symbol of hope."
"Okay, we'll remove it from the uniform," said Star as she did an onceover of the new uniform. "Maybe add a mask?"
"Do you think a mask would work well or would a cowl be better? With my powers and my blonde hair, people could still figure out it's me." Jason and Roy watched the two women head back in the ship sharing ideas.
"Yo, Jay. Close your mouth." Jason's hand snapped up to his jaw to find his mouth was closed. He sent a glare at the smug Roy then headed to the beach to train. Looking back, Jason realized that was the first moment he saw something more in Kara, more than he cared to admit. Kara, going under a different alias, was with them for 8 months, 17 days, 12 hours, 37 minutes, and 2 seconds (according to Starfire) before she left the Outlaws and returned to the Justice League under probation. Oddly enough, her time with the mish-mash of "heroes" was enough for Kara to decide what kind of person and hero she wanted to be. It was also enough time for Jason to fall in love with the Kryptonian, though it took him a few years to realize and admit it.
X
Perry White had been 99.99% certain he would die of heart attack caused by his Pulitzer Prize winning journalist, Lois Lane. Instead, it looked like his life would end at the hands of the newest addition to the Daily Planet. Fresh from National City, rookie reporter Linda Lee-Danvers stood sheepishly in front of Perry's desk. She had a BA in English with a minor in journalism, she had come with glowing recommendations from the Tribune, she was a fast typist, her writing prose was more than tolerable, and she was fluent in a number of languages. On top of it, she was the cousin of one his other top reporters, Clark Kent.
But now? Now Perry was chewing paava leaves while reading over Danvers' newest article. The rookie had rushed into a burning building to assist some cop who was stuck in there. Not only did Danvers risk her life, for a friend apparently, she got several exclusives from firemen and cops who found her heroics something wonderful.
"Hmm." That was the fifth hum/grunt Perry had let out while reading her article. When he finished he set it down slowly, pulled off his reading glasses, and finally looked at the girl in front of him. "There are a few moments where you flip-flop between poetical phrases and hard prose and a couple where you're inferring where you have no room to do so, but all in all, it's good."
"Good?"
"Yes, good, that's what I said. Fix what I circled and underlined and then hand it to Mabel."
"Yes, sir." Linda grabbed her article off his desk and was about to leave when Perry called out to her.
"Danvers!"
"Y-Yes, sir?"
"If you ever risk your life so needlessly like that again, I'm firing you."
"Y-Yes, sir."
Once the door closed behind Linda, Perry put his arms behind his head, propped his feet up on his desk, and leaned back. He let out a short chuckle and smiled before shaking his head and getting back to work.
***END OF FLASHBACKS***
Jimmy stared down at the obituary with a deep frown. Instead of letting some intern do it, Perry asked Jimmy if he wanted to write it. Perry never asks. Lucy was sitting next to him reading over his shoulder. She had finally broken down and accepted the fact her best-friend and pseudo sister wasn't coming back. Jimmy almost let Veronica read it too but she explained that she didn't know Linda well enough to give her input. Clark and Lois had even told Jimmy they trusted him enough to write it well and they would read it once it was published. Jimmy's frowned deepened as he stared at what he had written in the past hour:
Linda Lee-Danvers, adopted daughter of Jeremiah and Eliza Danvers, cousin of Clark Kent. Reporter. Friend. Hero.
"James?" Lucy's soft voice paired with her hands on his shoulders made him jump. "Maybe someone else should write this. I think it's too hard for you."
He sighed and leaned his head against Lucy's whose chin had found its way on Jimmy's right shoulder. "Perry asked me to write this. I'm going to write it."
"Perry asked if you wanted to write it. You don't have to if you can't."
"I should."
Lucy let out a loud sigh and pulled away from him. "Okay, I'll be in Lois's office if you need me." Jimmy let out a grunt of sorts. Lucy gave him one final sad look before walking away.
He leaned back in his chair and stared up at the ceiling tiles. When Linda first started working at the Planet, he learned that whenever she was stuck in her writing she would try to find constellations in the indents and dots on the tiles. Doing something mundane and easy helped her relax.
Jimmy's chair nearly flipped him out of it when he dropped his feet to the ground. His hands hit his desk loudly. One of the first things Perry told Jimmy about being a good reports is FACT: Fast, Accurate, Current, True. So maybe the current didn't entirely apply in this case; it was an obituary not an article. Jimmy pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts until he found the person he was looking for. It rang a few times before she answered.
"Hey Lana, this is Jimmy Olsen. I was wondering if you could help me with something…Yeah, I see Clark told you…Tell me about Linda, when she first arrived…" There was a silence that hung on the other side of the line before Lana spoke.
"What do you need?"
"First, can you get me the number for the Danvers? And second, tell me about teenage Linda, before they adopted her?"
There was a soft laugh on the other end, almost like a sigh of relief. "Yeah, I can do that. Did Linda ever tell you about the time she nearly burned down my kitchen?" Jimmy crossed his legs and leaned back as Lana spun a story of a 16 year old Linda who didn't know how to use a kitchen. Jimmy knew these stories were more about Kara than Linda, but Lana didn't have to know he knew Supergirl and Linda Lee-Danvers were the same person. Cat wanted to screw up the last memories people had of Supergirl, but Jimmy would make sure that Linda would be remembered for the great person she was.
*This is a reference to my other writing INFINITE SUPERGIRL. It's not published under KryptoKin but you should find it under comics/Supergirl. The origin of this Supergirl is a mixture of the New 52 reboot and my original writing.
Next chapter will feature Linda's obituary as well some other tidbits of Jimmy's writing...and maybe something else. ;)