Hiii I'm Tanny and I noticed a distinct lack of big DC fanfics on sites that weren't just smut so I decided to make my own little blog with stories that I wanted to read and had little more oomph to them. I try my very best with every single one of my fics <3. This isn't an Arrowverse fic blog it's a DC Universe blog if you were still confused lol.
I have seen pretty much every movie, show and game featuring these characters (mostly the animated projects, especially Young Justice) but if you want to make sure your request isn't too OOC give a heads up on what you were reading/watching when you thought of it! I'm always down to talk about Superheroes. But yeah, I'm only actually reading the Absolute Universe so sorry if I get comic lore wrong!!
Requests: Open
Ao3: dcfanficsgallore
I WILL write: Any DC character. Hero or Villain i don't mind. Reader insert is preferable but I'm down to do shipfics (if I agree with it loool). Fem!Reader and GN!Reader please!
I WON'T write: Male!Reader. Smut. Underage characters. Gore. Incest, anything involving the Joker as a likable character
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Wonder Woman:
Didn't plan for this: When a disaster occurs in your city, you do your part in helping out. You just didn't know how this would change your life. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
Zatanna:
I dnuof enoemos: All you knew was to run, because if you stopped HE would catch you. So when you finally do stop, you find someone to help you. 1, 2
T'nod eb diarfa: You have a terrible nightmare and wake up feeling distressed. Fortunately your girlfriend is there to cheer you up and make you feel loved.
Nightwing:
I got you: You had a bad depressive episode, fortunately your boyfriend was there to cheer you up
Superman:
Burning Love: Being a firefighter in metropolis is hard work, sometimes you need to ask for help from your boyfriend.
Black Canary:
Bar Fighting: You and your girlfriend have a talk while on a mission.
The Quill:
...Ready For It?: You and The Quill have to team up for a mission, will you succeed?
Supergirl:
Sorry :( : Kara needs help with finding a cure for Krypto, you are the her only choice, hopefully you're not still mad... 1, 2
how does your other half, Bruce Wayne, treat you during the galas you attend? well, like royalty obviously.
Bruce Wayne Masterlist ◞ follow for more. 2k event soon!
Bruce Wayne, who at every gala, the first thing Bruce does when you arrive is subtly check the back of your dress. He’ll step behind you under the pretense of adjusting your shawl or necklace, running his fingers lightly along the zipper or hem to make sure everything is secure. “Just making sure you’re comfortable,” he’ll murmur in your ear, but the way his hand lingers shows how much he loves taking care of you.
Bruce Wayne, who when walking down stairs or across marble floors, always positions himself slightly in front or to the side, pointing out any uneven step or slippery spot with a gentle touch to your elbow. “Careful here, love,” he’ll say softly, offering his arm so you can hold on. He never makes it obvious to others — it’s just for you, quiet and protective.
Bruce Wayne, who if your dress has a long train or flowing fabric, he’ll discreetly hold it for you when you sit or stand, making sure it doesn’t get caught or stepped on. He does it so smoothly that no one notices, but you always feel his careful fingers brushing the material, like he’s shielding you from even the smallest inconvenience.
Bruce Wayne, who during conversations with other guests, he keeps one hand on your lower back, thumb stroking gentle circles through your dress. It’s his way of staying connected, reassuring you he’s right there if you need an escape or just want to lean on him. When you get tired of small talk, he’ll smoothly change the subject or pull you away with a polite excuse.
Bruce Wayne, who if you’re wearing heels that start to hurt, he notices immediately. He’ll guide you to a quieter corner, kneel down discreetly, and massage your ankles or calves for a moment, completely unbothered by who might see. “You don’t have to suffer for beauty,” he’ll whisper, kissing your knee before standing back up.
Bruce Wayne, who when photographers ask for pictures, he always pulls you close, angling his body to shield you slightly from the flashes. He makes sure your dress is sitting perfectly, tucking a stray hair behind your ear or adjusting your necklace, treating you like the most precious thing in the room.
Bruce Wayne, who can tell when the gala gets too overwhelming — loud music, crowded rooms, flashing cameras — he senses it before you say anything. He’ll wrap an arm around your waist and guide you to a private balcony or side room, holding you close until you’re ready to go back. “We can leave anytime,” he’ll murmur. “You come first.”
Bruce Wayne, who at dinner, he makes sure your plate has everything you like and nothing you don’t. He’ll quietly switch glasses if the wine isn’t to your taste, or pass you the bread basket before you even reach for it. His attention is constant but never overbearing — just steady, thoughtful love.
Bruce Wayne, who when you’re dancing, he holds you like you’re made of glass — one hand on your waist, the other cradling your hand, guiding you effortlessly across the floor. He whispers compliments in your ear the whole time, telling you how beautiful you look, how proud he is to have you on his arm.
Bruce Wayne, who if your dress slips or a strap falls, he fixes it immediately, fingers gentle and quick, shielding you from view with his body. He never makes you feel embarrassed — just cared for. “I’ve got you,” he’ll say softly, kissing your shoulder once it’s fixed.
Bruce Wayne, who after the gala, when you're both exhausted in the car ride home, he pulls you into his lap, letting you rest your head on his chest. He'll manage your feet if your heels hurt, kiss your temples, and tell you how much he loved having you by his side. "You make every night better," he whispers.
Bruce Wayne, who even when you're not at galas, the habits carries over. he checks your outfit before you leave the house, makes sure you're warm enough, carries your bag without being asked. its never showy - just quiet, consistent love. you're always his priority.
Bruce Wayne, who on nights when you feel insecure about your dress or your appearance, he pulls you close and reminds you how stunning you are - not because of the clothes, but because you're you. "you could wear a paper bag and I'd still think you're the most beautiful woman in the room. no, the world."
Bruce Wayne, who keeps a small photo of you in his wallet. ones from a previous gala where you looked especially radiant. when he's stressed during the day, he looks at it and remembers why he fights so hard. you are his reason.
Bruce Wayne, who at the end of evert night, when the dress comes off and you're both in bed, he holds you like you're the only thing that mayors. "thank you for being mine," he'll whisper against your hair. "I don't deserve you. but I'll spend every day trying to."
a/n : can you tell this is so inspired by Tom Holland and Zendaya or am I crazy. also sorry for disapearing
why why why why WHY IS IT A MOBILE GAME??!??!! WHO MADE THAT CALL??? IT WAS RIGHT THERE!!!
It's like we're 2015 all over again, with companies shifting their focus to the mobile market before realizing people don't use their phones to play fighting games, or resident evil...
Just... So disappointing, with all the crossover that happened during the event, it seemed like the easiest slam dunk in the history of gaming. Netherrealm isn't even DOING anything right now...
i love your supergirl fics 😏 🫶🏼 and i was wondering if u could do a supergirl x reader where it's like smut (whatever you want) but reader gets uncomfortable and they stop and kara is super loving and it ends up being a little comfort and fluff
paced | kara zor-el
summary: you had a bad day, kara’s there to comfort you
word count: 1.2k
tags: fem!reader, angst-ish, comfort, making out but not smut, lots of kisses
so happy to hear you enjoy my work 🥺💞 i hope i did your request service
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It felt like the right thing. Ocean waves lapping to wash the day away. Getting swept into the current of kisses was easy given the day you'd had.
Exhausting, that's the summary of it. Just one wrong step after another leaving shadows that haunted your day. You try your best to let it go, to let today end so you can just start new.
Kara's hands slipping beneath your shirt feels good. It feels refreshing, allowing your mind to just pause. It's nearly impossible to think of anything else when her tongue is pressed into yours and her fingers are working to unhook your bra.
You cup her cheeks, your mouth chasing right after her's anytime you were parted. You're trying to keep up, trying let it all go, trying to be absorbed into her.
Her goal is simple, please you. She had listened to your day, offered words of comfort. When that first kiss had landed it was easy to continue. It's a distraction too obvious to ignore.
But even now the day haunts you. The distraction fails, and it doesn't matter how good it feels to have Kara's fingers undressing you with such ease.
"Kara," your voice quietly pushes through a few kisses. "Kara, wait…"
She catches your upper lip in a quick kiss, mind otherwise occupied on undoing those hooks at your back. "Yeah, baby?"
You press your forehead against hers, not wanting her to leave but needing things to be put on pause. A part of you hesitates to confess, "It's not working. I thought… I don't know, I thought I could get into it."
Her hands immediately stop, palms pressing to your back as she readjusts with a changed goal. Her eyes open, scanning yours so she can find the problem and give the appropriate solution. Your heart's pounding, had been all day.
"Okay." Kara gives a curt nod, her nose brushing yours with the movement. "We'll stop."
Guilt tries to consume you. "Are you sure? I'm sorry to have started something just to flake on it."
"Hey, no." Her hands move to hold your face, thumb swiping over your cheekbone. "No, I'm glad you're telling me. You're not flaking on anything, you're taking care of yourself."
Kara has that smile pasted on her lips. The one that says she's proud. The one that reminds you how much she loves you (though the smile can only show a fraction of that). The one that welcomes your heart to melt into hers because she's got you.
"It was just a lot." Your voice is vulnerable now, and your eyes sting with the threat of tears.
Kara's brows furrow with concern, nodding again to affirm. "Yeah, fuck today." Her voice matches your volume.
You chuckle at her colorful response. Her eyes make sure to catch the way the corners of your lips curl into a smile—even if only for a moment. Her thumb smoothes over your cheek another time, and she relishes the way you lean into her touch.
She speaks the softest you've ever heard her speak, "No, seriously, fuck today. Fuck anything that gets in your way."
In her foul-mouthed softness she presses a kiss to your cheek. You sniffle, closing your eyes and just letting this carry you to comfort. The second your eyes are shut, she's pressing a kiss there too. Then your nose, your other cheek, your chin, that same first cheek again. Wherever her lips could find on your face.
It starts to tingle with how quickly she was moving, inviting laughter to fill your lungs. When you open your eyes again you see her just taking you in. It's not that oh my god, you're so fragile and I have to protect you look anymore, but that oh my god you mean absolutely everything and I have to support you gaze.
"Thank you." You lean forward to return at least one of the kisses, landing on her lips.
Your lips softly click as she returns the kiss. "My pleasure."
She means it. Kara is thrilled to just exist on the same planet with you, so this? It means something to her that she's built this with you. That she is the one you chose to go to even at the end of a rough day. That you sought her out, and she was helping you to just relax.
"Can I just hold you?" Kara asks, her hands moving to your waist. "We can lay in bed, just rotting away together for the rest of the night."
You smile happily at that offer. "That'd be perfect."
She's not forcing it to be fixed, or insisting that tomorrow will be better. She's just letting it be what it is. The day sucked, whatever. You had her now.
Her smile is somehow larger than your own and she covers your face with kisses galore as her hands go to the back of your legs to scoop you up in her arms. Your legs wrap around her waist, laughter allowing itself to be louder now.
She's dramatic with every step of it. Kara finds it to be so easy to be foolish for you. So her kisses continue, quick and ticklish, and she takes just a few steps towards you bedroom before her feet lift off the ground and she flies you both the rest of the way.
You're laughing quiet, her lips brushing your teeth as you smile into her next kiss. "Are you seriously flying us one room over?"
"It's efficient," she lazily shrugs, pressing a longer kiss into your lips before gently laying you down on the bed.
"It's silly," you reply, unwrapping your legs from her but resting your hands on her shoulders.
Kara lowers, her knees on either side of your legs as she lands softly over your body. "Did you just call me silly?" She feigns offense.
You smile, "I absolutely did."
"You'd better take it back." Her voice holds no threat.
"I can't take back the truth." Your fingers reach to tuck her hair behind her ear.
The rest of her hair falls around both your faces like a curtain. "Well, I guess that's true."
"You're giving up that easily, huh?" You tease.
Kara huffs, giving you a tender, lingering kiss before plopping her body right next to yours. "I recognize a losing battle, and I'm a pretty sore loser so I'd might as well quit while I'm ahead."
You hum, turning on your side to face her. "I don't really think you were very far ahead."
"Shhh, baby, let me hold you." She can't stop her grin from spreading, but pulls you into her before you can get too good of a look.
It's easy. Your arm drapes over her waist, your head rests on her chest. Her hand splays over your back and rubs some soothing circles, and her chin rests atop your head. She's warm, and the gentle, rhythmic beating of her heart helps your body know it can relax.
Pretty decent wrap up to the end of an otherwise fucked day.
Summary: Kara needs info on how to help Krypto, unfortunately she knows exactly where to get it.
A/N: Double meaning on the title, heh. Sorry for disappearing, turns out college saps the life out of you. But this movie stirred a lot of emotions in me. So writing it is, requests are open, hopefully I can get my head into the game and write
Kara wanted to punch something, anything. No, that wasn’t enough. She needed to evaporate something with her bare fists, something big that she would not feel guilty about.
That asshole! What was his name? Krem? The kid had probably said it in her gigantic monologue but Kara was too busy with… With Krypto… Fuck, she needed to get him.
The healer the kid had brought Kara to said that she had three days before the poison stopped her dog’s heart.
That meant she needed info, fast, and she couldn’t even leave this planet because on top of everything else! That bitch had stolen Kara’s ship! How dare he?!
“Well, where are we going?” The kid… Ruthye, oh shit Kara was starting to sober up… Anyway, no time to climb into a bottle, Ruthye had asked her where they were going.
“We are not going anywhere kid, I have enough already and I don’t need some teen getting herself in trouble” She said, attempting to push her away. Clark was more the guy to take in strays… He took her and Krypto in, didn’t he? The thought made her remember someone here. Oh this was a bad idea.
“Excuse me! He killed my family, I will have my revenge.” She spoke with certainty, Kara closed her eyes and stopped walking, Ruthye was heading down a dark path. A path she once walked herself, and she did not like where she ended up. She could have used… Shit, she’s gonna regret saying this.
“Fine, you’re coming with.” Kara said with a defeated sigh, if she could at least keep the kids in her sight, she could make sure Ruthye didn’t end up where she was right now.
Ruthye let out a squeal. But Kara was quick to add, turning around and lowering herself to be eye to eye with her.
“But you do what I say, when I say it. Got it? We are going after a dangerous man, and that means this journey is going to be dangerous. We have three days to find him and very little leads, so you stick close.” She said, already feeling a bit protective over the girl.
Ruthye nodded “Yes, of course. And at the end you will have your reward.” Her tone was proper and Kara couldn’t help but furrow her eyebrows, “reward…? Oh, the sword! Keep it, I just want my dog.” She replied before turning back to their path.
“I… Okay, where are we going?” Ruthye asked, falling into rhythm beside Kara. “Like I said, we have very few leads, so we start with someone who knows more about it than either of us…” she said to her companion before clicking her tongue and continuing “There is a tiny problem though…”
Ruthye raised an eyebrow “And that would be…?” She asked, much to Kara’s grimace.
“She might hate me…” she finished, her tone saying nothing more and her expression made Ruthye have second thoughts about asking more, but she was in this deep already…
“What did you do?” She prodded.
“You won’t let this go?” Kara replied exasperated, dodging the question.
“I just want to know if this person will try to kill us or betray us, that would be most unfortunate for my quest. Plus we seem to have a long walk ahead of us.”
Kara pursed her lips, before deciding that talking about it would help her come up with what to say to you, when you encountered her again.
“Well, it was quite a few moons ago, you see..”
Flashback wooooosh
Kara Zor-el, buzzed, wanting to get even more drunk at this weird alien pub
Kara could never remember the name of this pub, whenever she thought about coming here, her thoughts would naturally float to the pretty bartender that always said her name with a smile.
Kara had started tonight's pub crawl here, where she could flirt with you, sometimes you flirt back and even end your shift early if you both were feeling in the mood.
Tonight though, the pub was packed, some local holiday she didn’t bother learning the name of, it was just an excuse to drink more and party with strangers.
“So then I swooped in and crashed their little party, it was weird though, seeing ma and pa be taken over by that weird tentacle thing. But my X-Ray vision took care of them pretty handely.” She finished telling you another of her stories about being a superhero in a different planet, much to your disbelief.
“Kara, I still would like to see whatever you mean when you say you have powers, because I swear these stories get crazier with each visit” you grin, putting another drink in front of her. “It’s just hard to believe that the sun gives you powers.”
“I know it is, baby, but it’s the truth. And I never lie, especially to pretty women.” she winks, and is about to take a sip when a big guy bump into her, causing her to spill her beloved alien alcohol all over the floor.
“Hey asshole, what the hell?” Kara asks, picking up her glass off the floor. The man ignored her and turned to you. He asked for a drink in his native language, you nodded and gave Kara a glare that says “don’t start anything” before turning around.
“I said what the hell, did you lose your ears under all that muscle?” She scoffed, and the man didn’t even turn to look at her, saying something awfully erroneous for her low temper.
“What was that bulldog face?” She spat, looking for you and seeing you distracted by someone else, she felt braver to make some trouble. She usually left the fighting until the end of the night, when she was at her drunkest and barely felt the punches. But life is all about the spice.
The man turned to fully look at her, a Klatooinian, Kara’s brain was able to remember, they had muscles for days and temper for seconds, oh yeah this was going to be good.
He repeated the insult and nodded to some people seating at a table, all looking just as ugly as him, if not more so.
“Oh really?” She took the drink from him and downed it, Rao it was awful but that made sense. “And who is that by the table? Did your mommy come to supervise?” Instead of an answer, she received a punch to stomach that sent her flying across the pub. Crashing into a random table and falling on the ground.
“Okay… Let’s do this” she chuckled, turning her head to her dog and tossing her music player to him.
“Krypto, blast this, please.” She said before turning over to be on her stomach and gave her best attempt to get up.
As her dog managed to slot Kara’s music player into your, very accessible, sound system. Kara got shakily to her feet, and at the sound of Lyndsey Sterling’s violin, she managed to dodge the man at the first few strokes of the bow and sent a hay maker to his face.
“Ouch…” she pulled her fist back and shook it, right, red sun. She would have to be smarter… or weirder…
The man’s friends had all got up as well, it was five on one. The other patrons had either left or were staying on the sidelines, placing bets. You had realized the commotion far too late, and couldn’t stop what came next.
Kara chuckled, seeing the first Klatooinian get up and finish the circle of large people enclosing her. She put her fists up.
“funny quip”
She was drunk, not enough to lose control of her limbs, definitely not enough to lose her reflexes which is the reason she was able to dodge a fist coming from her left, her right, even dodge under one clawed hand coming from the front. But a kick connected to her back, sending her forward to a knee aimed at her nose.
When it connected, she could tell it was broken, but the adrenaline was what she needed to get her head into gear. Putting a foot back for support, she leaned on it and shot out a straight kick to the second Klatooinian in front of her, she hit his torso with all her might and managed to send him back into a newly vacant table, smashing it to bits.
She heard you gasp but the alcohol made her not care about consequences, she just wanted to punch someone.
The fourth Klatooinian, to her right, was a bit surprised by the force of her kick but shook it off as he brought out a large hand to grab Kara, she tried to duck under but all it did was give him an opening to grab her hair, using that he tossed her to the bartop, she crashed onto the wall of drinks and then the floor.
She licked her lips, tasting the drinks that were splashed across it and got up.
“Woo! I was hoping you all wouldn’t be a bunch of sissies!” Kara taunted and leaped over the bar top. Bringing her legs out she used her arms to propel herself to the Klatooinian that had thrown her, connecting with his nose.
The impact stopped Kara’s momentum, and she had to be fast to put her hands behind her head to be able to do a kip up.
She managed it, coming to her feet as her target was toppling over to the floor.
Kara barely had time to appreciate the falling alien when she felt the air displace from behind and ducked seconds before a punch connected with her skull. The man overcommitted, allowing Kara to come back up just as he was getting his balance.
She had taken out two, one with the kick to the table and the other with a well placed flying foot to the face. The three that were left were not going to let up, she had proven herself a fighter. They grouped, one in front of her, the other two flanked both her sides, behind her was the bar top with the smashed bottles.
Kara cleaned her nose with her thumb, feeling the blood lessen. Her healing factor was still good, since it was night.
“You guys might as well give up now, my playlist is at the end and I hate the randoms it picks” she grinned but shifted her feet for better balance for what came next.
The one to her left threw a punch that Kara was able to dodge by taking a step back and counter-attacking by holding his arm with her right hand and sending her left to strike his face before pushing his arm back.
The one to her right tried to strike her in the ribs, and was punished by Kara as she took ahold of his arm and spun him until he went over the bartop, crashing on top of the broken glass. Kara knew this would only buy her time.
The one in front of her waited for the recovered Klatooinian on her left to wind up his punch before sending a punch to her guts. At that split second, Kara made the choice to steel her stomach so she could tank the hit and focus on the hurt alien.
She took him by the forearm and used his momentum to lift him over her shoulders and launched him over the bar top onto the Klatooinian that was getting up, two down, one to go.
She went back and forth with him, this one was actually good. Every time she punched him, the Klatooinian either tanked it or diverted it with his arms. And her usual punishes were not going to work, she needed him to commit and lower his guard. Kara was in the process of thinking of a strategy when it found her.
Or, more like, it struck her, in the face, by way of a massive fist. The Klatooinian had gotten a good hit, making Kara topple to the floor, she realized now was her opportunity, waited for him to commit to kicking her while she was down and sprung to action.
She took his leg that was still on the floor, brought her waist up, legs interlocking between his torso and she pulled.
Kara’s efforts were rewarded immediately as the man toppled surprised, she used the leverage her move had brought her to end the fight by twisting the man’s ankle. The pain knocked him out, what a weird species
As the music came to an end. She could finally get up, her mind was spooning but she felt great, the other patrons started to leave for some reason, all she could think about was seeing you and… oh.
You were ushering people out, and the reason became clear enough. Kara had trashed your pub.
And when she caught your eyes, all she saw was your pissed off expression.
Flashforward wooooosh
Kara Zor-el, not that sober, else she would have gone somewhere else.
“And then she yelled at me and kicked me out, said I was banned from her pub.” She finishes telling Ruthye her story as your bar approaches. “All I did was defend myself…” She mutters. As she told the story, Kara found herself calming down enough to her normal anger level.
“You definitely started it.” Ruthye says and has the audacity to chuckle.
“You weren’t there, he was asking for it!” She rolls her eyes, starting to lighten up, her banter game had been lacking since her only company was her dog and he couldn’t hold a conversation for very long. But this kid was nice enough.
“Anyway, you believe she has information on the marauders?” Ruthye asks with that vengeful look that made Kara’s heart ache a bit.
“Yes.” Kara replies simply. “She knows a lot of people so even if she doesn’t know, she’ll know who knows. It’s a lead!” She tries a hopeful smile.
As they are walking, your pub becomes clearer and Kara starts to second guess herself, it has been a while, maybe you’ve relaxed.
It was weird to see your pub in daylight, she usually arrived at night, when the residents of this planet got off their jobs and she had company to drink with. Coming before happy hour made it feel… Too serious.
“Okay, Ruthye, you stay behind me and don’t say a word. And if she slaps me… Don’t worry about it.” She warned her young companion before knocking on the closed door, Kara knew you spent the afternoon cleaning everything up from the previous night… Because you told her, not because she memorized your schedule… Totally…
She waited, anxiety bubbling up. Just when she was about to give up, the door opened and there you were, rag over your shoulder, tired eyes that widened at the sight of her.
“Hi…” she said.
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A/N: references include, Star Wars and STAS plus my favorite violin artist. Tell me if you found them! <3
A/N: yeah, many thoughts about this movie. Reader isn't described, like at all, just fem and humanoid, so you can imagine her as any alien your heart desires
“Wait so Krypto is with the old healer?” You asked Kara.
You had been a lot more open to her presence than she thought, not slamming the door on her face nor slapping her. Right as she started to beg for entry you stopped her and welcomed both Kara and Ruthye inside.
They both took a seat at the bar, you taking your place behind it, still working on the dishes and Kara told you her story so far. You believed her, a first for Kara, but she supposed Marauders were easier to believe in than her escapades on earth.
“Yeah, the kid knew exactly where to take him.” She nudged Ruthye, thankful. “And now we’re looking for leads to where they might be. Time is of the essence.” She adds, calm demeanor fraying.
You looked between them, and addressed Ruthye.
“You seem like a handy young lady, no?” You said, smiling.
“I suppose, I used to help my father in the forge and my mother around the house.” She shrugged.
“Well, my music player hasn’t worked for a few moons, I have no idea what it is but hopefully a fresh set of eyes will help.” You nodded to the bulky machine to her right, she looked to Kara, who nodded. Ruthye moved to the machine and kneeled next to it.
“I just want to thank you for not being angry.” Kara said quickly, thinking you sent Ruthye away so you could tear into her with language a child should not hear. Instead she found your face the same quiet softness of always.
“Of course Kara, you stayed away for longer than I thought.” You said, cleaning a mug made for aliens with a beak, it had a narrow passage and came in many sizes. The only problem is that it required a lot of effort to clean it completely.
“Well… You banned me.” She chuckled
“Oh, I thought you’d ignore that or would forget, thank you for staying away, then. But the anger left after I cleaned the place up and repaired the furniture.” You said, hands moving delicately with the mug. “Turns out, whacking at wood and building things is a great way to let out anger.” A chuckle. Kara smiled too, she had missed you and your ‘philosophy’ lessons.
“So… What's the deal with the kid?” You said softly to Kara so Ruthye wouldn’t hear.
“Krem killed her family, she’s… Alone. I don’t know what to do with her, so she’s been tagging along.” She sighs, picking at her nails.
“Tagging along? Kara…” You sighed. “You know what those guys would do to a young girl like her?” You said, worried.
“You should try to talk her out of it! She has her heart set on revenge, and I’m not itching to say she’s wrong. They shot Krypto!” She exclaimed, still keeping her voice low but with more urgency.
“And I understand, but I also understand that you’re an adult, and she isn’t. We both know what losing your parents does to a kid.” You put your hand on top of hers, catching her eyes with your own. “And revenge? That doesn’t sound like you, Kara. From your stories of being Supergirl, you never did it out of… That feeling.”
She sighed.
“I just… He shot my dog, poisoned him. And he probably does other worse things on the side, you can’t expect me not to end him.” She said, words tumbling out of her mouth before she could stop them.
Your eyebrows shot up.
“Kara…” You said carefully. “Please don’t go down this path yourself, if you go after them with that girl, she’s gonna see you as an example. More personally than the people of your earth would.” Kara knew you were right, her heart told her so, she shook her head.
“I don’t know, I’m spiraling, please, just give me the info and I promise I’ll think about it.” She pleaded with you. In her eyes you saw the uncertainty that she was keeping under the surface. You sighed.
“Kara, you’re a grand woman, but you are not invincible. I know that you may or may not have powers, but still your soul is vulnerable.”
She huffed a laugh.
“I do have powers, they just don’t work on this planet.” She smirked and you glared at her playfully.
“Fine, but you have to promise to come back alive. For Krypto, and for me.” You said leaning over the bar.
She glances at your lips, and knew that she wanted it, so she started to lean in as well.
“Ms. Bartender?” Ruthye said, pulling you both out of the moment, you leaned back and looked at the kid.
“Yes, little lady?” You tried to hide your blush.
“I fixed your machine, it was some wiring that must have gotten loose. You should secure it so it does not happen again.” She spoke with certainty. You nodded.
“Will do, thank you, Ruthye.” You smiled and pulled from behind the counter some money and gave it to her. “Here, for your trip, you should probably hit the spaceport a few kliks away from here for supplies, after that you want to head…” You told them a planet the marauders like to go to get their… Brides and warned them to be careful.
“Thank you, really. And… I will come back after this, so we can catch up and stuff…” Kara said, thankful you were so forthcoming and nice, it disarmed her. So she had to seem non-chalant.
“Anytime Kara, and Ruthye.” You looked at the kid. “Get back in one piece and you can have a job as a repair girl here very easily.” You winked, hoping that the girl would not hold onto revenge so hard if she had something waiting for her, both of them.
Ruthye nodded and made for the door, Kara smiled at her following along.
You two made eye contact and Kara got an idea.
“Oh, hold onto this for me.” She pulled her music player from a pocket in her overcoat and tossed it to you. “It would be an honor if you would use my player for your fixed jukebox.” You tilted your head at the word but assumed she meant your music box.
You smiled as she left, walking through the door to a smirking Ruthye, you stepped towards the box the kid had fixed and fit Kara’s player into it.
The violin, Kara had told you the name of this earth instrument, started playing and it made you smile, it was… An acceptable apology. You just hoped she would come back in one piece.
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A/N: This is the first series I finished... Anyway, thank you for reading my stuff, hopefully it won't take a movie and another year for me to keep writing :3
- When you first started dating, she wasn't shy about her feelings for you anymore, but she was still a little awkward when you were overly affectionate
- Doesn't hold back when verbally flirting with you though
- After a week of dating, dirty jokes are pretty much a daily thing
- Loyal af, won't look at anybody else but you and is always by your side
- You could be completely in the wrong during an argument with someone and she'd still back you up
- Sleeping with her means her flopping on you and holding you hostage beneath her
- But during sleep, she rolls around a lot into different positions
- Kara still wakes up in your arms though
- You call her “my hero” whenever she does something helpful for you, and she pretends not to like it
- Likes that she can actually be herself around you
- Even if she feels vulnerable, she realises she doesn't mind feeling that with you
- Loves shopping with you, clothes shopping especially
- You both love going on long dates where you go to different shops and style each other
- Will drag you around by the hand and speed walk when she sees something she likes
- Also buys some gifts secretly so she can surprise you later, and gets a bit bashful at your loving reaction
- Will have a mindset of “what’s yours is mine” when it comes to clothes
- Your friends realised you two were dating when they saw you wearing her jacket
- 100% becomes clingy at some point early in the relationship
- Will wrap her hand around your arm and rest her head on your shoulder and then look up at you like this 🥺
- Holds your hand everywhere and will squeeze it gently occasionally
- One time she took you to a red sun planet because you asked to see her drunk
- You were pleased to see Kara becomes 1000 times more clingy and affectionate when drunk
- Pretty much won't let go of you and starts rambling about random things she likes about you
- Krypto is also very much attached to you
- In the morning, he climbs in between you two cuddling and starts licking your faces
- Will jump on Kara if you guys take too long to get up, which makes her whine about how Krypto never does that to you
- Is always listening out for you
- Maybe a little too protective because if she hears someone hitting on you, she appears out of nowhere to make your relationship clear
- Loves bathing with you
- You gather bubbles and turn her into Santa Clause while she gives you a fancy mustache
- You're definitely the cook in the relationship
- She tries her best to cook you a nice meal every once in a while, but it doesn't turn out great
- Kara loves all the food you make, and thanks you in sweet kisses
- Clark loves you and accepts you into the family easily
- He noticed that Kara was always brighter when you were around, and thinks you’re good for her
- Always complimenting each other
- She tells you how beautiful you are all of the time
- If you catch her staring at you in the corner of your eye, she won’t hesitate to say, “You’re just too pretty”
- Kisses your cheeks every time before she heads out to do Supergirl stuff
- You leave a kiss on her forehead in return
- Just appreciates that she can be soft with you
- If she has a bad day, it makes her feel better when she simply thinks of you waiting for her at home
- Comes to your place and just wants to hold you
- And you hold her back of course
- People judge her and compare her to Superman, but she cares a little less about that because she knows she’s the number one person in your life
- Meeting your parents was kind of awkward for her
- Kara tried her best to hide it but it was obvious she was nervous
- She ended up rambling about space and random things, which she found embarrassing but you and your parents found endearing
- You reassured her before that they’d love her, and you were right
- Your favourite days are when you both have nothing to do so you just cuddle on the couch all day, talking with the tv on low volume, ordering takeout to end the day
- Competitive af
- Just because she loves you more than anyone, even herself, doesn’t mean she’ll just let you win games
- Gets feisty when playing Monopoly and Uno especially
- If you’re at an arcade, she’ll find a way to cheat to ensure victory if she’s bad at it
- Will win prizes for you though :>
- You have a stack of plushies in your room won by her
- Would basically bring you the moon if you asked for it
- When she thinks of her future, there’s no timeline where you’re not a part of it
Summary: As the daughter of Bruce Wayne, and adopted daughter of Selina Kyle you live a quiet life of luxury—one you used to love easily until recently. As the second youngest you live just on the outskirts of your family’s extra curricular activities, and they prefer it that way, and you did to until the expectations and lime light started to feel just a little too heavy. Enter Kara, the cousin of Clark Kent, she’s just as messed up as you feel, and when the two of you of you hit it off at a gala you finally meet someone who’s all but too happy to help you shed the weight you’ve been carrying around. That is until you get put in harms way and things get a little too real between you two…
PART ONE — COVER UP LOVE’S ALIBI
0. Prologue
1. Call Me?
3. I’ll Never Get Enough (Smut)
4. On The Line (Smut)
5. Emotions Come, I Don’t Know Why (Angst)
6. Any Day Or Night
7. We Can Share the Wine (Smut)
PART TWO — WHERE SHE BELONGS
*Based off the song Nobody’s Home by Avril Lavigne.
Hi Sid, I'm in a situation where I might reveal sensitive information
I represent the Milwaukee historical society. Recently, we came into possession of the private documents of a prominent citizen for archival purposes. Upon doing a review of the documents, we discovered a journal that indicated he had actually been a local superhero known as the Bronze Marvel, seen here in a file photo. I apologize for the quality of the image, I think it was improperly upscaled or something, but as far as I can tell he also just looked like that.
The Bronze Marvel hadn't been seen in public since the 1970s, and has no legacy successors or notable rogues, and was never more than a local phenomenon. I kind of blame his appearance for that, as you can see his ability to turn his body to metal was impressive but hardly photogenic. The individual in question passed away within the past ten years, but never revealed their secret identity, nor did they have any next of kin or will dictating how to manage their identity postmortem.
Unfortunately, my training didn't exactly cover edge cases like this, and my institution has no policy in place. Are there established best practices for situations where a superhero's identity has only been revealed after their death? Do we owe the deceased their privacy or do we have a duty to history that supersedes that? What happens if he comes back to life and is somehow young again? There are many questions here that I do not have the answers to, and I would appreciate your expertise. Have you encountered any similar cases that you're at liberty to talk about?
So the answer as to "are there established best practices" for situations like this FULLY depends on what you mean by the word "established".
Because if we're talking about the legal chicanery of inheritance or the like then no, there are no special estate laws in relation to a superhero who dies without having planned for the custodianship of their identity one way or another. Legal organs are REALLY skittish about trying to legislate the pandoras box of secret identities mostly because every other legal outline that's been tried OUTSIDE of letting the superhero community police itself has been catastrophic to say the least. Allowing superheroes to operate in a legal grey zone allows the heroes themselves to behold themselves to the metric that really matters, their ironclad moral precepts and the court of public opinion.
That being said, it's BECAUSE the superhero community is such a self regulated organ based upon bonds of mutual trust and comradery that edge cases like this can get sorted out. Rather than attempting to sort it in house through bureaucratic channels, what *I* can do is I can help you to get it into the hands of the people who can knock on all the right doors.
So, what I want you to do is to pack up everything you think might be "incriminating". The journal that contains the insights to his identity, anything from his estate you think might be related to his heroic career (trophies and the like) and then you are going to mail it HERE to the Perisphere. Our address is public, all you need to do is send it in care of Abigail Mathilda Hunkel with a note somewhere on the box near the label marking it as "Bronze Marvel legacy material". This marks it as museum property so it won't get searched in transit. Just make sure you seal it TIGHT. I'm talking every corner taped shut. Twice. Treat it like you're shipping something illegal. The government would LOVE a peak but can only do it if something "falls out". So give them ZERO wiggle room. This is your most important role in this process I CANNOT overstress it.
What will THEN happen once it gets here is we will keep an eye on it until someone from the JSA can come pick it up (usually Ma Hunkel, it's why putting it in care of her full name is basically a code word). It will then be sorted through the various interpersonal relationships of the superhero community. No matter how obscure or local he was, SOMEONE teamed up with him and SOMEONE knows SOMETHING about where he would have wanted his shit to go. Worst case scenario it will get stored in the archives underneath the Hall of Justice, at which point it will be the decision of any heroes who knew the man personally, or the Justice League at large whether revealing his identity after the fact is a good idea.
This sort of thing happens all the time. When a heroes dies there IS always the chance that it could be temporary. And so it is only with express permission by that person's will that their identity would be revealed right away without getting signed off on by the people who knew and loved them.
OTHERWISE the standing response is to keep the archive on ice for ten years and reveal heir identity THEN. Sort of like changing someone from MIA to KIA after a long enough "search" though in this case its just making sure they don't pop back up in a cloud of magic. If that person should reappear in a form that isn't openly identifiable, then its down to their colleagues to prove it which usually works itself out.
I know it's against the way a lot of the world is programmed to work, where permission is king and written bylaws are the only way to cover your ass. But I promise you there is no way to paperwork our way out of this one. We've gotta go old school and let communal trust relationships handle it.
Just pack it up, send it out in the mail, and know that it is going to be FINE. Because this is what you're going to trust. You're going to trust that Ma Hunkel and the superhero community are committed to doing right by a comrade.
