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@basically-a-puppydog
HONORABLE COOL KARA !!
Hi Iâm Kara!! Iâm Supermanâs cousin!! He has a big stupid brain but itâs ok because heâs cool. I call him my brother. Heâs kind of all I have.
Oh, and if the news mentions âsupergirlâ that is technically me as well. I think itâs a boring name.
Ask me to fight if you want!!! Iâm going to win.
KAL EL.
I NEED to know the top five ice creams!!
~ @basically-a-puppydog
On it!
I think my personal top five would be vanilla (with chocolate sauce), strawberry, raspberry, I tried one once that was called boysenberry ripple which was very good, and cookies and cream.
If you mean what most people's top five seem to be, I would guess chocolate, strawberry, vanilla, cookies and cream, and mint choc-chip
âŠI need to try all of these.
I listened to "The Giver" by Chappell Roan recently, and I really like it! I think it's a really great song about how nice it is to get to do things for your partner! đ
I believed it was about feminism??
Kara didnât notice how fast she was flying, sure she was pushing some limits, but it was impossible to end up outside of your own universe while just doing some laps, right?
The girl neglects to look around as she stops, floating contentedly in the yellow sun. It was brighter than usual today, exactly what she needed.
She floats down, closing her eyes and landing on the grass. This was nice. It was quiet. She usually heard people yelling from across the planetâŠ
~@basically-a-puppydog
Instead, this planet was... quiet. There were voices far-off, speaking tongues unknown... but a dark shadow followed the landing, as the voices were drowned out by static, shadowy figures dancing on the edges of view, seemingly just a hill too far to make out. One figure was different... not a shadow, but a pale white figure, unmoving... it seemed frozen into the landscape.
She opens her eyes sleepily, gazing at the hill. What⊠was that?
She lifts off from the ground again, flying over with a curious expression. What in the sun??
It was a pale marble statue... gruesome in model, but a statue nonetheless. The limbs were hands holding severed arms, the proper hands held by those limbs. The feet were more the same. The only parts not hands holding things were the torso and head, even then the head was upside-down with a hand holding the top as the neck. Five other statues joined it, standing on raised pedestals, posed almost like fashion models... or maybe even mannequins. Hard to tell.
She stares, recoiling a bit at the strange sight.
Supergirl looks at it from a few angles, trying to make sense.
âCurious..â
She leans forward, memorizing every inch of marble on the statue.
âModern.. art?â
This would prove a foolish endeavor. Each time she turned away, the statues would pose differently, changing position... maybe? Or maybe they changed location? It was hard to tell... one thing was certain, they were tied to something... probably.
ââŠhWUH??â
She huffs, glaring at the statue.
âWhat kind of modern art even are you..?â
Kara shakes her head, focusing her vision beyond surfaces. She wasnât nearly as good at it as Clark but- maybe she could find something out.
Ah. That's flesh. And bone. Under the marble. Certainly not a... normal choice of building materials. Worse still was what lie beneath the ground, in the circle of pillar statues was an opening into darkness. Looking in revealed... nothing. Static was what greeted Kara, like staring into a television set to an empty channel... though something else greeted her. In the sky, another shape of static, this one the figure of a human. Not a statue, a proper human, all parts where they belonged.
She freezes, starting to realize somethingâs wrong. This isnât right.
Supergirl whips around to look at the person in the sky, muttering something to herself.
âPlease donât be the black mercyâŠâ
She flies towards the figure with wide eyes
The figure watched, getting closer making the static fade, revealing... no, not the Black Mercy... just... a human. Though it didn't seem to notice her getting closer... until she was close enough to see its face, in which the figure simply tossed up the hood on its robes and dropped like a stone groundwards.
Supergirl groaned, diving down with the figure.
â-Hellooooo????â
Kara didnât notice how fast she was flying, sure she was pushing some limits, but it was impossible to end up outside of your own universe while just doing some laps, right?
The girl neglects to look around as she stops, floating contentedly in the yellow sun. It was brighter than usual today, exactly what she needed.
She floats down, closing her eyes and landing on the grass. This was nice. It was quiet. She usually heard people yelling from across the planetâŠ
~@basically-a-puppydog
Instead, this planet was... quiet. There were voices far-off, speaking tongues unknown... but a dark shadow followed the landing, as the voices were drowned out by static, shadowy figures dancing on the edges of view, seemingly just a hill too far to make out. One figure was different... not a shadow, but a pale white figure, unmoving... it seemed frozen into the landscape.
She opens her eyes sleepily, gazing at the hill. What⊠was that?
She lifts off from the ground again, flying over with a curious expression. What in the sun??
It was a pale marble statue... gruesome in model, but a statue nonetheless. The limbs were hands holding severed arms, the proper hands held by those limbs. The feet were more the same. The only parts not hands holding things were the torso and head, even then the head was upside-down with a hand holding the top as the neck. Five other statues joined it, standing on raised pedestals, posed almost like fashion models... or maybe even mannequins. Hard to tell.
She stares, recoiling a bit at the strange sight.
Supergirl looks at it from a few angles, trying to make sense.
âCurious..â
She leans forward, memorizing every inch of marble on the statue.
âModern.. art?â
This would prove a foolish endeavor. Each time she turned away, the statues would pose differently, changing position... maybe? Or maybe they changed location? It was hard to tell... one thing was certain, they were tied to something... probably.
ââŠhWUH??â
She huffs, glaring at the statue.
âWhat kind of modern art even are you..?â
Kara shakes her head, focusing her vision beyond surfaces. She wasnât nearly as good at it as Clark but- maybe she could find something out.
Ah. That's flesh. And bone. Under the marble. Certainly not a... normal choice of building materials. Worse still was what lie beneath the ground, in the circle of pillar statues was an opening into darkness. Looking in revealed... nothing. Static was what greeted Kara, like staring into a television set to an empty channel... though something else greeted her. In the sky, another shape of static, this one the figure of a human. Not a statue, a proper human, all parts where they belonged.
She freezes, starting to realize somethingâs wrong. This isnât right.
Supergirl whips around to look at the person in the sky, muttering something to herself.
âPlease donât be the black mercyâŠâ
She flies towards the figure with wide eyes
The figure watched, getting closer making the static fade, revealing... no, not the Black Mercy... just... a human. Though it didn't seem to notice her getting closer... until she was close enough to see its face, in which the figure simply tossed up the hood on its robes and dropped like a stone groundwards.
Somewhere in Old Gotham - 4:31pm @merrymoony
Jonathan has never found much joy in experimenting with the ordinary. He knows how the process goes, and he has already heard all manner of normal, ordinary screams. At this point, the majority of his test subjects are used only to ensure the toxin's effect is what he intends it to be, and not necessarily because he has something spectacular to gain. He does find some amusement in it, yes, but not nearly as much enjoyment as the oddities bring him.
And this is what he is thinking about as he pours a toxin from one vial to another, carefully noting down the reaction. The stillness of his laboratory a quiet comfort and a boring cage. That is until he gets a notification. Someone- something- has tripped an alarm.
Supergirl had heard so many screams throughout her stay on earth, a part of her tries to tune them out. But from the same spot everytime⊠and different voices⊠she couldnât ignore it.
She quickly told Pa that she had to check something out, not specifying what. They always worried too much! Nothing could defeat her on this planet!!
She had circled the building a few times before she burst into a window, looking around for answers. This definitely wasnât a haunted house.
What she found was a quickly abandoned laboratory. A cup of hot tea spilled across the desk. Half-empty beakers with flames still burning underneath them. A pencil rolled across the floor and stopped right at her foot.
As Supergirl stood there, she notices the smallest flicker of movement. Someone was tied to a chair in the corner. Their heart barely beating.
@stuckinamadhouse
Her head quickly whips to the person, and she zooms as close as she can. She begins inspecting them for injuries as she unties them gently.
âOh my suns- can you speak? I promise Iâll get you out of here, youâll be ok.â
Their heart was so slow. Something horrible happened here.
[ @stuckinamadhouse ]
Ugh... What...?
Erin stares up at her through bloody eye lashes. Her hands twitch, her own skin and flesh still caked under her fingernails. The toxin had worn off, leaving her with nothing but confusion and the last little whispers of fear.
Cr...- Crane?
âNo- I am not a bird- I am Kara of- Iâm Supergirl. I am here to help.â
She carefully reaches to scoop up Erin.
âDo you need immediate medical attention? What happened?â
You- you have to go-
She cannot see anything without her glasses. Perhaps that is for the best, as she can barely think through the pain.
If-
...if you're here-
âItâs ok!! I am very strong, you will be ok. Can you please stay awake?â
Kara turns towards the window, with a determined expression.
this person needs a doctor- thatâs the right response.
N- no- you don't-
The room-
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. This is why she hates dealing with Crane.
He- he's going to flood the room-
As the words left Erin's mouth, Supergirl's ears were able to pick up on a faint click and then a long, long hiss as fear toxin was released into the room. Jonathan was still out of sight. He held his notes close to his chest as he glared at the two of them.
@basically-a-puppydog
Supergirlâs head tilts at the noise, as she looks around for a source.
âI do not see a source of water-?â
She steps forward, looking around nervously as she does. She was stepping too slow. She should fly. She should be fast- she should- she hears a voice in her ear.
âKara.â
Suddenly, Kara pauses.
ââŠFather..?â
The kryptonian clings to the captive in her grasp, squeezing her a bit too tight.
[@stuckinamadhouse]
N- no-
Erin let out a strangled noise, her already cracked ribs snapping under the slightest pressure.
âWe- we need to get out of here- Brainiac- we-â
Kara starts walking again, focusing on not squeezing Erin. Unfortunately, without a physical focus, comes her mind wandering.
âIt is good to see you again, my daughter.â
âHe cannot be behind this.â
The kryptonians breathing becomes heavy as she keeps walking. She will not turn around. She will not. She needs to get out.
She her steps were slow. She couldnât think. She couldnât.. see very well. Why wouldnât her eyes focus? Why was she so.. confused?!
This was so wrong. She needed Kal El. She needed out. She needed-
Listen- Listen- It's the toxin- please, it's the toxin-
Everything hurts. Everything is too bright. It is too loud. God, if only she had died back at the asylum...
He's fucking with your head- my head- our heads- whatever you see-
Supergirl takes a few more steps, starting to shake. She couldnât take it anymore.
She turns around, looking up at an android that didnât exist with a quivering expression.
Whatever he was saying to her, it was terrifying.
âPlease- earth is my home. You canât- donât do it again. please.â
She couldnât hear Erin over her own thoughts and hallucinations.
Jonathan pushes a button, increasing the toxin that is releasing into the air. There is no need to hide the hiss of the canisters releasing it, she is already delusional enough as is. This level of exposure would have knocked any normal person out after only a moment or so, but he understands that both Erin and Supergirl would not have any sort of normal reaction. His hand twitches, yearning for a pen to note all of this down.
She canât fight him. She knows what happened when she faced her father alone. Supergirl coughs slightly, losing her hold on reality.
She was holding someone. She couldnât even fly away.
âno- no no no no- no!!!â
She stumbles back, tripping on her cape.
Supergirl clutches to Erin, wrapping herself around her like a shield as they fell. She was going to die today. She was a failure. She had to protect the person she was holding as long as she could. She was supposed to be a hero. She was a failure.
Jonathan had a choice to make. He knew that he was choosing wrong, but he did it anyway. He stepped out from his hiding spot placing his notebooks on the table and carefully picking up the mug that had fallen over, setting it down correctly again. Even he was starting to get nauseous from how concentrated the toxin was now- something that practically never happened- so he picked up his mask and secured it to his face.
What do you see, child?
Whatever she saw, she most definitely did not see the man in front of her.
âBrainiac- no- I- I donât want to do this- please- donât- father-â
The girl trembled in place, tears welling up in her now red eyes. She couldnât tell where exactly Primus Brainiac even was, how could she stop him?
Answer the question.
He tilts his head to the side, watching her with narrowed eyes through his mask.
Where are you right now?
âIâm Iâm on the station- it should be destroyed. It should be gone. How did he get it back? I donât want to go back..â
A red beam of hit vision narrowly misses Crane, hitting the wall behind him. Her subconscious pushed her eyes to it, her face not changing at all with the ray.
Kara didnât notice how fast she was flying, sure she was pushing some limits, but it was impossible to end up outside of your own universe while just doing some laps, right?
The girl neglects to look around as she stops, floating contentedly in the yellow sun. It was brighter than usual today, exactly what she needed.
She floats down, closing her eyes and landing on the grass. This was nice. It was quiet. She usually heard people yelling from across the planetâŠ
~@basically-a-puppydog
Instead, this planet was... quiet. There were voices far-off, speaking tongues unknown... but a dark shadow followed the landing, as the voices were drowned out by static, shadowy figures dancing on the edges of view, seemingly just a hill too far to make out. One figure was different... not a shadow, but a pale white figure, unmoving... it seemed frozen into the landscape.
She opens her eyes sleepily, gazing at the hill. What⊠was that?
She lifts off from the ground again, flying over with a curious expression. What in the sun??
It was a pale marble statue... gruesome in model, but a statue nonetheless. The limbs were hands holding severed arms, the proper hands held by those limbs. The feet were more the same. The only parts not hands holding things were the torso and head, even then the head was upside-down with a hand holding the top as the neck. Five other statues joined it, standing on raised pedestals, posed almost like fashion models... or maybe even mannequins. Hard to tell.
She stares, recoiling a bit at the strange sight.
Supergirl looks at it from a few angles, trying to make sense.
âCurious..â
She leans forward, memorizing every inch of marble on the statue.
âModern.. art?â
This would prove a foolish endeavor. Each time she turned away, the statues would pose differently, changing position... maybe? Or maybe they changed location? It was hard to tell... one thing was certain, they were tied to something... probably.
ââŠhWUH??â
She huffs, glaring at the statue.
âWhat kind of modern art even are you..?â
Kara shakes her head, focusing her vision beyond surfaces. She wasnât nearly as good at it as Clark but- maybe she could find something out.
Ah. That's flesh. And bone. Under the marble. Certainly not a... normal choice of building materials. Worse still was what lie beneath the ground, in the circle of pillar statues was an opening into darkness. Looking in revealed... nothing. Static was what greeted Kara, like staring into a television set to an empty channel... though something else greeted her. In the sky, another shape of static, this one the figure of a human. Not a statue, a proper human, all parts where they belonged.
She freezes, starting to realize somethingâs wrong. This isnât right.
Supergirl whips around to look at the person in the sky, muttering something to herself.
âPlease donât be the black mercyâŠâ
She flies towards the figure with wide eyes
Kara didnât notice how fast she was flying, sure she was pushing some limits, but it was impossible to end up outside of your own universe while just doing some laps, right?
The girl neglects to look around as she stops, floating contentedly in the yellow sun. It was brighter than usual today, exactly what she needed.
She floats down, closing her eyes and landing on the grass. This was nice. It was quiet. She usually heard people yelling from across the planetâŠ
~@basically-a-puppydog
Instead, this planet was... quiet. There were voices far-off, speaking tongues unknown... but a dark shadow followed the landing, as the voices were drowned out by static, shadowy figures dancing on the edges of view, seemingly just a hill too far to make out. One figure was different... not a shadow, but a pale white figure, unmoving... it seemed frozen into the landscape.
She opens her eyes sleepily, gazing at the hill. What⊠was that?
She lifts off from the ground again, flying over with a curious expression. What in the sun??
It was a pale marble statue... gruesome in model, but a statue nonetheless. The limbs were hands holding severed arms, the proper hands held by those limbs. The feet were more the same. The only parts not hands holding things were the torso and head, even then the head was upside-down with a hand holding the top as the neck. Five other statues joined it, standing on raised pedestals, posed almost like fashion models... or maybe even mannequins. Hard to tell.
She stares, recoiling a bit at the strange sight.
Supergirl looks at it from a few angles, trying to make sense.
âCurious..â
She leans forward, memorizing every inch of marble on the statue.
âModern.. art?â
This would prove a foolish endeavor. Each time she turned away, the statues would pose differently, changing position... maybe? Or maybe they changed location? It was hard to tell... one thing was certain, they were tied to something... probably.
ââŠhWUH??â
She huffs, glaring at the statue.
âWhat kind of modern art even are you..?â
Kara shakes her head, focusing her vision beyond surfaces. She wasnât nearly as good at it as Clark but- maybe she could find something out.
I still miss my ex wife.
BUT MY AIM IS GETTING BETTER đ„
~đ
I donât think that is the proper method of divorce.
Kara didnât notice how fast she was flying, sure she was pushing some limits, but it was impossible to end up outside of your own universe while just doing some laps, right?
The girl neglects to look around as she stops, floating contentedly in the yellow sun. It was brighter than usual today, exactly what she needed.
She floats down, closing her eyes and landing on the grass. This was nice. It was quiet. She usually heard people yelling from across the planetâŠ
~@basically-a-puppydog
Instead, this planet was... quiet. There were voices far-off, speaking tongues unknown... but a dark shadow followed the landing, as the voices were drowned out by static, shadowy figures dancing on the edges of view, seemingly just a hill too far to make out. One figure was different... not a shadow, but a pale white figure, unmoving... it seemed frozen into the landscape.
She opens her eyes sleepily, gazing at the hill. What⊠was that?
She lifts off from the ground again, flying over with a curious expression. What in the sun??
It was a pale marble statue... gruesome in model, but a statue nonetheless. The limbs were hands holding severed arms, the proper hands held by those limbs. The feet were more the same. The only parts not hands holding things were the torso and head, even then the head was upside-down with a hand holding the top as the neck. Five other statues joined it, standing on raised pedestals, posed almost like fashion models... or maybe even mannequins. Hard to tell.
She stares, recoiling a bit at the strange sight.
Supergirl looks at it from a few angles, trying to make sense.
âCurious..â
She leans forward, memorizing every inch of marble on the statue.
âModern.. art?â
Kara didnât notice how fast she was flying, sure she was pushing some limits, but it was impossible to end up outside of your own universe while just doing some laps, right?
The girl neglects to look around as she stops, floating contentedly in the yellow sun. It was brighter than usual today, exactly what she needed.
She floats down, closing her eyes and landing on the grass. This was nice. It was quiet. She usually heard people yelling from across the planetâŠ
~@basically-a-puppydog
Instead, this planet was... quiet. There were voices far-off, speaking tongues unknown... but a dark shadow followed the landing, as the voices were drowned out by static, shadowy figures dancing on the edges of view, seemingly just a hill too far to make out. One figure was different... not a shadow, but a pale white figure, unmoving... it seemed frozen into the landscape.
She opens her eyes sleepily, gazing at the hill. What⊠was that?
She lifts off from the ground again, flying over with a curious expression. What in the sun??
Get off c.ai and find a tumblr blog who rps as a fictional character or read fanfic like a sane person
Be kind to every sort of puppy
Somewhere in Old Gotham - 4:31pm @merrymoony
Jonathan has never found much joy in experimenting with the ordinary. He knows how the process goes, and he has already heard all manner of normal, ordinary screams. At this point, the majority of his test subjects are used only to ensure the toxin's effect is what he intends it to be, and not necessarily because he has something spectacular to gain. He does find some amusement in it, yes, but not nearly as much enjoyment as the oddities bring him.
And this is what he is thinking about as he pours a toxin from one vial to another, carefully noting down the reaction. The stillness of his laboratory a quiet comfort and a boring cage. That is until he gets a notification. Someone- something- has tripped an alarm.
Supergirl had heard so many screams throughout her stay on earth, a part of her tries to tune them out. But from the same spot everytime⊠and different voices⊠she couldnât ignore it.
She quickly told Pa that she had to check something out, not specifying what. They always worried too much! Nothing could defeat her on this planet!!
She had circled the building a few times before she burst into a window, looking around for answers. This definitely wasnât a haunted house.
What she found was a quickly abandoned laboratory. A cup of hot tea spilled across the desk. Half-empty beakers with flames still burning underneath them. A pencil rolled across the floor and stopped right at her foot.
As Supergirl stood there, she notices the smallest flicker of movement. Someone was tied to a chair in the corner. Their heart barely beating.
@stuckinamadhouse
Her head quickly whips to the person, and she zooms as close as she can. She begins inspecting them for injuries as she unties them gently.
âOh my suns- can you speak? I promise Iâll get you out of here, youâll be ok.â
Their heart was so slow. Something horrible happened here.
[ @stuckinamadhouse ]
Ugh... What...?
Erin stares up at her through bloody eye lashes. Her hands twitch, her own skin and flesh still caked under her fingernails. The toxin had worn off, leaving her with nothing but confusion and the last little whispers of fear.
Cr...- Crane?
âNo- I am not a bird- I am Kara of- Iâm Supergirl. I am here to help.â
She carefully reaches to scoop up Erin.
âDo you need immediate medical attention? What happened?â
You- you have to go-
She cannot see anything without her glasses. Perhaps that is for the best, as she can barely think through the pain.
If-
...if you're here-
âItâs ok!! I am very strong, you will be ok. Can you please stay awake?â
Kara turns towards the window, with a determined expression.
this person needs a doctor- thatâs the right response.
N- no- you don't-
The room-
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. This is why she hates dealing with Crane.
He- he's going to flood the room-
As the words left Erin's mouth, Supergirl's ears were able to pick up on a faint click and then a long, long hiss as fear toxin was released into the room. Jonathan was still out of sight. He held his notes close to his chest as he glared at the two of them.
@basically-a-puppydog
Supergirlâs head tilts at the noise, as she looks around for a source.
âI do not see a source of water-?â
She steps forward, looking around nervously as she does. She was stepping too slow. She should fly. She should be fast- she should- she hears a voice in her ear.
âKara.â
Suddenly, Kara pauses.
ââŠFather..?â
The kryptonian clings to the captive in her grasp, squeezing her a bit too tight.
[@stuckinamadhouse]
N- no-
Erin let out a strangled noise, her already cracked ribs snapping under the slightest pressure.
âWe- we need to get out of here- Brainiac- we-â
Kara starts walking again, focusing on not squeezing Erin. Unfortunately, without a physical focus, comes her mind wandering.
âIt is good to see you again, my daughter.â
âHe cannot be behind this.â
The kryptonians breathing becomes heavy as she keeps walking. She will not turn around. She will not. She needs to get out.
She her steps were slow. She couldnât think. She couldnât.. see very well. Why wouldnât her eyes focus? Why was she so.. confused?!
This was so wrong. She needed Kal El. She needed out. She needed-
Listen- Listen- It's the toxin- please, it's the toxin-
Everything hurts. Everything is too bright. It is too loud. God, if only she had died back at the asylum...
He's fucking with your head- my head- our heads- whatever you see-
Supergirl takes a few more steps, starting to shake. She couldnât take it anymore.
She turns around, looking up at an android that didnât exist with a quivering expression.
Whatever he was saying to her, it was terrifying.
âPlease- earth is my home. You canât- donât do it again. please.â
She couldnât hear Erin over her own thoughts and hallucinations.
Jonathan pushes a button, increasing the toxin that is releasing into the air. There is no need to hide the hiss of the canisters releasing it, she is already delusional enough as is. This level of exposure would have knocked any normal person out after only a moment or so, but he understands that both Erin and Supergirl would not have any sort of normal reaction. His hand twitches, yearning for a pen to note all of this down.
She canât fight him. She knows what happened when she faced her father alone. Supergirl coughs slightly, losing her hold on reality.
She was holding someone. She couldnât even fly away.
âno- no no no no- no!!!â
She stumbles back, tripping on her cape.
Supergirl clutches to Erin, wrapping herself around her like a shield as they fell. She was going to die today. She was a failure. She had to protect the person she was holding as long as she could. She was supposed to be a hero. She was a failure.
Jonathan had a choice to make. He knew that he was choosing wrong, but he did it anyway. He stepped out from his hiding spot placing his notebooks on the table and carefully picking up the mug that had fallen over, setting it down correctly again. Even he was starting to get nauseous from how concentrated the toxin was now- something that practically never happened- so he picked up his mask and secured it to his face.
What do you see, child?
Whatever she saw, she most definitely did not see the man in front of her.
âBrainiac- no- I- I donât want to do this- please- donât- father-â
The girl trembled in place, tears welling up in her now red eyes. She couldnât tell where exactly Primus Brainiac even was, how could she stop him?
Somewhere in Old Gotham - 4:31pm @merrymoony
Jonathan has never found much joy in experimenting with the ordinary. He knows how the process goes, and he has already heard all manner of normal, ordinary screams. At this point, the majority of his test subjects are used only to ensure the toxin's effect is what he intends it to be, and not necessarily because he has something spectacular to gain. He does find some amusement in it, yes, but not nearly as much enjoyment as the oddities bring him.
And this is what he is thinking about as he pours a toxin from one vial to another, carefully noting down the reaction. The stillness of his laboratory a quiet comfort and a boring cage. That is until he gets a notification. Someone- something- has tripped an alarm.
Supergirl had heard so many screams throughout her stay on earth, a part of her tries to tune them out. But from the same spot everytime⊠and different voices⊠she couldnât ignore it.
She quickly told Pa that she had to check something out, not specifying what. They always worried too much! Nothing could defeat her on this planet!!
She had circled the building a few times before she burst into a window, looking around for answers. This definitely wasnât a haunted house.
What she found was a quickly abandoned laboratory. A cup of hot tea spilled across the desk. Half-empty beakers with flames still burning underneath them. A pencil rolled across the floor and stopped right at her foot.
As Supergirl stood there, she notices the smallest flicker of movement. Someone was tied to a chair in the corner. Their heart barely beating.
@stuckinamadhouse
Her head quickly whips to the person, and she zooms as close as she can. She begins inspecting them for injuries as she unties them gently.
âOh my suns- can you speak? I promise Iâll get you out of here, youâll be ok.â
Their heart was so slow. Something horrible happened here.
[ @stuckinamadhouse ]
Ugh... What...?
Erin stares up at her through bloody eye lashes. Her hands twitch, her own skin and flesh still caked under her fingernails. The toxin had worn off, leaving her with nothing but confusion and the last little whispers of fear.
Cr...- Crane?
âNo- I am not a bird- I am Kara of- Iâm Supergirl. I am here to help.â
She carefully reaches to scoop up Erin.
âDo you need immediate medical attention? What happened?â
You- you have to go-
She cannot see anything without her glasses. Perhaps that is for the best, as she can barely think through the pain.
If-
...if you're here-
âItâs ok!! I am very strong, you will be ok. Can you please stay awake?â
Kara turns towards the window, with a determined expression.
this person needs a doctor- thatâs the right response.
N- no- you don't-
The room-
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. This is why she hates dealing with Crane.
He- he's going to flood the room-
As the words left Erin's mouth, Supergirl's ears were able to pick up on a faint click and then a long, long hiss as fear toxin was released into the room. Jonathan was still out of sight. He held his notes close to his chest as he glared at the two of them.
@basically-a-puppydog
Supergirlâs head tilts at the noise, as she looks around for a source.
âI do not see a source of water-?â
She steps forward, looking around nervously as she does. She was stepping too slow. She should fly. She should be fast- she should- she hears a voice in her ear.
âKara.â
Suddenly, Kara pauses.
ââŠFather..?â
The kryptonian clings to the captive in her grasp, squeezing her a bit too tight.
[@stuckinamadhouse]
N- no-
Erin let out a strangled noise, her already cracked ribs snapping under the slightest pressure.
âWe- we need to get out of here- Brainiac- we-â
Kara starts walking again, focusing on not squeezing Erin. Unfortunately, without a physical focus, comes her mind wandering.
âIt is good to see you again, my daughter.â
âHe cannot be behind this.â
The kryptonians breathing becomes heavy as she keeps walking. She will not turn around. She will not. She needs to get out.
She her steps were slow. She couldnât think. She couldnât.. see very well. Why wouldnât her eyes focus? Why was she so.. confused?!
This was so wrong. She needed Kal El. She needed out. She needed-
Listen- Listen- It's the toxin- please, it's the toxin-
Everything hurts. Everything is too bright. It is too loud. God, if only she had died back at the asylum...
He's fucking with your head- my head- our heads- whatever you see-
Supergirl takes a few more steps, starting to shake. She couldnât take it anymore.
She turns around, looking up at an android that didnât exist with a quivering expression.
Whatever he was saying to her, it was terrifying.
âPlease- earth is my home. You canât- donât do it again. please.â
She couldnât hear Erin over her own thoughts and hallucinations.
Jonathan pushes a button, increasing the toxin that is releasing into the air. There is no need to hide the hiss of the canisters releasing it, she is already delusional enough as is. This level of exposure would have knocked any normal person out after only a moment or so, but he understands that both Erin and Supergirl would not have any sort of normal reaction. His hand twitches, yearning for a pen to note all of this down.
She canât fight him. She knows what happened when she faced her father alone. Supergirl coughs slightly, losing her hold on reality.
She was holding someone. She couldnât even fly away.
âno- no no no no- no!!!â
She stumbles back, tripping on her cape.
Supergirl clutches to Erin, wrapping herself around her like a shield as they fell. She was going to die today. She was a failure. She had to protect the person she was holding as long as she could. She was supposed to be a hero. She was a failure.
Somewhere in Old Gotham - 4:31pm @merrymoony
Jonathan has never found much joy in experimenting with the ordinary. He knows how the process goes, and he has already heard all manner of normal, ordinary screams. At this point, the majority of his test subjects are used only to ensure the toxin's effect is what he intends it to be, and not necessarily because he has something spectacular to gain. He does find some amusement in it, yes, but not nearly as much enjoyment as the oddities bring him.
And this is what he is thinking about as he pours a toxin from one vial to another, carefully noting down the reaction. The stillness of his laboratory a quiet comfort and a boring cage. That is until he gets a notification. Someone- something- has tripped an alarm.
Supergirl had heard so many screams throughout her stay on earth, a part of her tries to tune them out. But from the same spot everytime⊠and different voices⊠she couldnât ignore it.
She quickly told Pa that she had to check something out, not specifying what. They always worried too much! Nothing could defeat her on this planet!!
She had circled the building a few times before she burst into a window, looking around for answers. This definitely wasnât a haunted house.
What she found was a quickly abandoned laboratory. A cup of hot tea spilled across the desk. Half-empty beakers with flames still burning underneath them. A pencil rolled across the floor and stopped right at her foot.
As Supergirl stood there, she notices the smallest flicker of movement. Someone was tied to a chair in the corner. Their heart barely beating.
@stuckinamadhouse
Her head quickly whips to the person, and she zooms as close as she can. She begins inspecting them for injuries as she unties them gently.
âOh my suns- can you speak? I promise Iâll get you out of here, youâll be ok.â
Their heart was so slow. Something horrible happened here.
[ @stuckinamadhouse ]
Ugh... What...?
Erin stares up at her through bloody eye lashes. Her hands twitch, her own skin and flesh still caked under her fingernails. The toxin had worn off, leaving her with nothing but confusion and the last little whispers of fear.
Cr...- Crane?
âNo- I am not a bird- I am Kara of- Iâm Supergirl. I am here to help.â
She carefully reaches to scoop up Erin.
âDo you need immediate medical attention? What happened?â
You- you have to go-
She cannot see anything without her glasses. Perhaps that is for the best, as she can barely think through the pain.
If-
...if you're here-
âItâs ok!! I am very strong, you will be ok. Can you please stay awake?â
Kara turns towards the window, with a determined expression.
this person needs a doctor- thatâs the right response.
N- no- you don't-
The room-
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. This is why she hates dealing with Crane.
He- he's going to flood the room-
As the words left Erin's mouth, Supergirl's ears were able to pick up on a faint click and then a long, long hiss as fear toxin was released into the room. Jonathan was still out of sight. He held his notes close to his chest as he glared at the two of them.
@basically-a-puppydog
Supergirlâs head tilts at the noise, as she looks around for a source.
âI do not see a source of water-?â
She steps forward, looking around nervously as she does. She was stepping too slow. She should fly. She should be fast- she should- she hears a voice in her ear.
âKara.â
Suddenly, Kara pauses.
ââŠFather..?â
The kryptonian clings to the captive in her grasp, squeezing her a bit too tight.
[@stuckinamadhouse]
N- no-
Erin let out a strangled noise, her already cracked ribs snapping under the slightest pressure.
âWe- we need to get out of here- Brainiac- we-â
Kara starts walking again, focusing on not squeezing Erin. Unfortunately, without a physical focus, comes her mind wandering.
âIt is good to see you again, my daughter.â
âHe cannot be behind this.â
The kryptonians breathing becomes heavy as she keeps walking. She will not turn around. She will not. She needs to get out.
She her steps were slow. She couldnât think. She couldnât.. see very well. Why wouldnât her eyes focus? Why was she so.. confused?!
This was so wrong. She needed Kal El. She needed out. She needed-
Listen- Listen- It's the toxin- please, it's the toxin-
Everything hurts. Everything is too bright. It is too loud. God, if only she had died back at the asylum...
He's fucking with your head- my head- our heads- whatever you see-
Supergirl takes a few more steps, starting to shake. She couldnât take it anymore.
She turns around, looking up at an android that didnât exist with a quivering expression.
Whatever he was saying to her, it was terrifying.
âPlease- earth is my home. You canât- donât do it again. please.â
She couldnât hear Erin over her own thoughts and hallucinations.
what do you think about superman?
hubba hubba
why must people always make that noise at him. itâs annoying.
