Kara Zor-El

Private and Selective RP blog for Kara Danvers (side blog of TrueLuthor)

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pulitzerpanther​:

“Oh, so he employed the FOX tactic.” Cat notes, arms crossing as she takes in the sight of the flyers, once more. Littered, littered, everywhere. Honestly, it’s a miracle Captain Planet hasn’t barreled through her glass window, at this point. Though she’s not sure what’s to stop him–everyone does. 

Her worker’s compensation and liability insurance is through the roof. Literally, considering the times Supergirl has busted through it. 

But that’s all in saving the day. And, occasionally, trying to intimidate her, where villains were concerned. This? This is just annoying. 

“The shallow pool of facts, never dipping more than a toe underneath them. Hmm, well, you know me practically as well as anyone in this building, Kiera–” Actually, Kara is one of the few people in the building that’s had to sign an NDA twice the size of the building so Cat is unfortunately aware of the fact that she likely does know her. “How,” An eyebrow arches, “Would you change it? You’re supposed to be a journalist, aren’t you? Consider it a learning opportunity. Don’t worry.” Lips twitch upwards, barely, at the edges, “It’s not a trap.” The p pops. A shrug. “Probably.” A full smirk, now. It’ll liven up her morning, at least. A little more serious, “One of these days, you’ll need to learn how to be objective, otherwise articles sound like…” Fingers twiddle in the general direction of the overflowing bin. 

Kara stares at Cat for a moment, her mouth hanging open in shock. Cat wants her to trash her? Here? In public? “W-well,” she begins, clearing her throat and adjusting her glasses. “First and foremost, he just sort of... spewed facts without telling some sort of story. And he has no real sources, no interviews.” 

She hesitates again, giving herself a moment to think about how to phrase things. “If I were to do it,” she says, emphasizing the fact that it’s theoretical and that she would never, ever betray Cat like that, “I would focus on one thing you’ve done that could be misconstrued as being bad and then build up an evidence of support using the facts that I, as an amateur writer with deep-seated misogynistic issues, could easily google.” 

Kara knows that Cat wants more so she reluctantly gives in before she can be prompted. Cat likes to test people, after all, and Kara really does want to prove that she can be a good journalist. “So, if I were to decide that your interest in Supergirl clouds your views on criminal activity, for example,” it’s the safest topic she can think of right now and she decides to just go with it, “I could cite the fact that you named her and, well, made her who she is. And then I could drag you and Supergirl down in the same article. Adding in crime statistics, CatCo’s encouragement of Supergirl’s vigilantism, and all the damage that Supergirl has done to the city would be enough to convince a lot of people. And then maybe an interview from a disgruntled ex-employee to bring it home.” 

It’s reasonable, Kara thinks, maybe too much so. “Of course, that’s never the type of article I would write because you do so much more for this city than people realize. Some people only see a beautiful woman and think you can’t be capable of what you’ve done and they’re the people who would read this garbage.” She kicks the recycling bin next to her a little too hard because stupid, misogynistic article and has to catch it--maybe a little too quickly--before it can tip over and spew its vile contents all over the floor again. 

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Sweet Lesbian Jesus.  Dat ass…

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Kara Danvers Looking Breathtaking in Blue

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lenadanversandkaraluthor​:

Lucy paused for a beat before her expression turned to one usually accompanied by a self delivered slap to the forehead. 

Of course it would be too loud for her. Even with the amount of kryptonite exposure the DEO made sure Kara received to keep her compliant, Kara was still had enhanced abilities–the DEO wasn’t going to kill the goose that laid the golden eggs, after all. Not so long as they thought there was a chance to profit by keeping the goose alive.

One more reason to get Kara out before they changed their minds. Not that Lucy needed any more.

“Sorry.” Lucy closed the distance between them, hand held out for the Comms. “Give it to me, I’ll turn down the volume.”

Kara didn’t understand what the point of all of this was but she pulled out the comm anyways and offered it to Lucy. “You didn’t answer my questions,” she pointed out. She was certain that that was intentional but that didn’t mean that she shouldn’t call Lucy out on it. Not right now. Not when they were as alone as they probably ever would be. 

She eyed the comm for a moment before asking, with a touch of fear, “They can’t put that in me, right?” She knew that their battery capabilities were limited--she often saw people charging phones and other equipment regularly and she had seen what she had assumed were batteries that came in small cylinders. After her first week here, people had grown complacent and had forgotten that she was a person and not just a weapon or experiment who had no real cognitive functions. She knew a lot more than they probably would ever realize. 

Which was why she was mostly certain that there was no way they could put something that would require that much power inside of her. The tracking chip would be something low-power but this? Kara had seen devices just like this one charging and she just hoped she was right. 

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pulitzerpanther​:

A long, low hum is Cat’s response, chin easily falling back to take in her office turning into the chipped, skewed corkboard of a Rec Room on a college campus with a certain impassively bored stare, like she’s taking in the sight of a runner in the park or, more likely, a streaker. Commonplace–another Tuesday.  “Ahh, yes,” The coffee in her hand lowers to tuck at her hip after it’s swept in gesture towards the fluttering papers that are being plucked up one by one. “The same bang-up security team that’s let several known terrorists, this nut-job, and Paula Deen walk into my office without a care in the world. I’m filled with confidence. And what’s this?” 

Still, she plucks one of the papers up with a huff through nostrils, impassiveness falling way to a faint annoyance. (Maybe at Kara using the word jiffy in an actual sentence).

“Topping off the poorly-posited publication: alliteration. I didn’t know J. Jonah Jameson was in town–the third grade writing suggests it’s his handy work. Poor headlines give me wrinkles. I don’t do wrinkles. Leave them. You have an actual job to do–if you ever actually do anything–” Lips purse, and there’s her chin tipping up, again, taking in the otherwise comical sight of Kara stuffing far too many papers into a little bin. “Did you read it?”

Kara pauses midway through aggressively trying to cram just one more piece of paper into the recycling bin and looks up. The casual remark about her work ethic rolls off of her like water at this point since, in this one particular instance, this is definitely not her fault. So she focuses instead on the question and hesitates for what is probably way too long but is, in reality, only a few seconds. 

“I skimmed it,” she admits. “Between shoving it into the recycling bin because clearly this guy has a vendetta against the environment. It’s just... drivel. Like the inane ravings of a man who thinks girls only like assholes and he’s just such a nice guy so his niceness is his own personal kryptonite or whatever.” This may be speaking too much from experience but having some guy who sat next to her in her college Psych 101 class lecture her on how he was always passed up by girls was the same as kryptonite always irritates her because ugh. 

She sets the recycling bin on the ground with a huff and then scrambles to right it when it threatens to topple over. “I didn’t see any glaring errors in the absolute bare minimum facts he used but...” She fixes the recycling bin one more time and waits for it to wobble before carefully standing up again. 

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lenadanversandkaraluthor‌:

Lucy let Kara’s commentary stand unchallenged. They’d all but destroyed Kara’s faith in any sort of hope, empathy, or charity; that she couldn’t even believe in Superman, in the only other surviving member of her own species was heartbreaking was proof that words alone wouldn’t change Kara’s mind. Lucy would need to earn Kara’s trust before anything she might say would even stand a chance in making a dent in the other woman’s rightly earned shell of resentment.

“Here,” Lucy opened on of the boxes she brought in, sliding it down the bench towards Kara as she picked up an identical one. “That’s your comm. you put it on like this.” Lucy pulled her own out of the molded foam and, head turned to the side to give Kara a better view, demonstrated the correct method of tucking it into her ear canal.

Comm. One of their communication devices that they wore. Not like their clunky phones but they seemed to only have the functionality of sounds only--no memory banks or artificial intelligence programmed in them. Their phones (cellphones? She had heard someone call them that once but she wasn’t sure if that was something completely different) seemed to have rudimentary artificial intelligence and their screens allowed access to a collection of data. The internet, Clark had called it. 

The idea of putting it in her ear made her balk for a moment and, if she hadn’t seen Lucy do it first, she would’ve refused. As it was, she took the tiny piece of clunky, outdated technology and put it in her ear. It was wildly uncomfortable and she wrinkled her nose, wondering if she would be able to deal with it. With sounds that close to her ear, it might be overwhelming enough to make her weak. Sound had been her weakness before--back when the man had fired the gun at her, it hadn’t been the bullets but the sound that had left her disoriented. Would this do the same?

“It will be too loud,” she said firmly, far more firmly than she had ever spoken to Lucy. At this point, she no longer cared if Lucy saw the real her; none of this mattered if she had no one to trust. Besides, it was a good way of testing Lucy’s loyalty. If Lucy wanted to turn her in, it was better to get it over with. Kara was tired of this game. 

She sat down on the bench and faced the wall, shoulders hunched in exhaustion. “Why are your people like this? What would you do if I didn’t look like you? Al--” she cut herself off before she could say her name, belatedly worried about the Danvers. Would they be thrown in prison for not reporting her existence? “She said I shouldn’t worry because I look like an All-American Girl.” Alex had said a lot of other things too but she didn’t want to bring up anything else in case it got Alex in trouble. “Is it like this everywhere?” 

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No. 

Kara wanted to protest, to throw a fit, to scream and fight and cry. But she found herself uncurling, placing her feet on the floor without a second thought. It was conditioning, she knew that, but she did it anyways. She trusted Lucy not enough to directly hurt her. The others? Absolutely not. 

She was on her feet after another moment of hesitation and she watched Lucy warily, not entirely sure what was happening now. 

“You think too highly to him,” she said quietly. “He’s probably relieved that I’m gone.” 

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Kara felt warm and happy and light and she giggled when Cat swatted at her because it was just--nice. Good. Wonderful, really. But Cat had told her to focus and she was going to focus on getting clean. Cat had to get back to work, surely, and Kara shouldn’t try to distract her any more. 

But the promise of more, particularly of touching Cat again, was plenty to encourage her to keep her hands to herself. She placed her hands flat on the wall in front of her, focusing on the cool tile instead of the warm hand on her back and the very wet, very naked body attached to it. “I can be good,” she promised. “Shower first.” 

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“Okay, it’s not what you think it is. Well--it is. Kind of. Sort of? But it’s fine. I have it all under control and--it’s fine.” It most definitely was not fine. There were papers everywhere emblazoned with Cat Grant: Con, Crook or Corrupt which, honestly, they could’ve at least used an Oxford comma. And the stupid jerkface who had brought what loosely might be considered flyers because they were probably xeroxed at the nearest fedex or whatever and lacked any real structure--at least he was currently downstairs being detained by security. 

But there was still the sight of what had to be at least a few hundred papers with what was sure to be a poorly written “expose” on Cat. He had struck first thing and Kara, fortunately, had been five minutes early since she had skipped out on coffee because the barista at Noonan’s was the one guy who always got her order wrong and she didn’t want to deal with it this morning which meant that she had already gathered up a sizable stack of papers. 

“The, um, perpetrator is with security, Ms. Grant,” she needlessly explained while stuffing more papers into a nearby recycling bin. Cat absolutely already knew but Kara didn’t want to come off as negligent. From what Kara had managed to read of it, it mostly just used public facts to twist into some weird sort of misogynistic hatepiece meant to just... stir things up. 

“I’ll have these cleaned up in a jiffy.” 

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There were a lot of black cases and Kara zeroed in on their surroundings, looking instinctively for the cameras. She could see them if she wasn’t near kryptonite and, as far as she could tell, there weren’t any in here. 

There were things in the lockers, mostly spare clothes, a few snacks, and a handful of other small items that she couldn’t identify. It looked like some of the lockers she had seen before but those had been for personnel to store personal bags and hadn’t been in their own room. The showers Kara used only had stacks of spare DEO issued clothing to hand out as needed in cubbies instead of lockers. 

This must be the showers for the agents, she realized. And the ones that she used--those were for their prisoners. 

It was the most private place she had been from the moment she stepped in here and she felt strangely... alone, even with Lucy standing right in front of her. It was comforting and just... nice. Or maybe she had suffered so much at their hands that anything semi-decent felt nice. 

But there was still the question of if she should trust Lucy. Just because she didn’t have surveillance in here didn’t mean that she wouldn’t report back to her superior officers. “Why bring me here?” she asked, dropping her accent because it didn’t even matter anymore. “What’s stopping me from killing you right here, right now, for everything you’ve helped them do to me?” 

Despite her words, she didn’t move, knees still drawn to her chest, gaze still searching the room for any sign of a trap. “I don’t want to hurt you, Lucy. So if you--if you’re hoping that I’ll snap and hurt you the second I have the freedom to--you’re wrong. I am nothing like you. My people are peaceful and evolved. We don’t imprison aliens--slavery has been illegal on my planet for generations and yet you still hold me here with every intention of keeping me as your slave.” 

It was fortunate that her limited powers didn’t include heat vision or she would be terrified of looking at Lucy. As it was, she managed to maintain fierce eye contact with her, refusing to back down now that the weight of kryptonite bullets wasn’t on her shoulders. “Will you do this to Superman?” she accused. “If my only crime is existing then it’s his too. I look like you--I sound like you--and I was supposed to start going to high school and yet your people--they hurt me. They used kryptonite to take me in, to make me weak, to cut me open. And now they expect me to fight for them?” 

She knew that she shouldn’t keep talking but it felt like she had been bottling this all up for so long that she couldn’t stop herself anymore. “But if you think he’ll come for me--you’re wrong. He doesn’t want me. I will protect you, Lucy, but only you. And I will do everything I can to keep your people from ever hurting another alien.” 

She felt tears on her cheeks at the thought of Kal. Why couldn’t he have just let her stay with him? Or even his Earth parents? Why force her to hide away with a family he didn’t even know? All of this--it was his fault. If he had just... 

No. If she had just. If she had just gotten into her pod a few moments earlier. If she had just stayed put. If she had just flown higher. Then none of this would’ve happened. 

“Even if you let me leave, Kal-El isn’t going to take me home.” And somehow--that was the part that hurt the most. The fact that getting out of here still meant she had nowhere to go. No one to turn to. Only the Danvers--if they still wanted her, that is. After all of this, she couldn’t blame them if they didn’t. 

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Somewhere along the path of Kara’s exploration of her character’s reasoning, Lena’s lips had drifted to the blonde’s mouth, and as she watched Kara’s lips shape around each syllable,  the impulse to dip her head down and capture them in a kiss hit Lena suddenly and hard.

Hard enough to shake her from her reverie. Lean’s back straightened stiffly as she leaned back to put more space between them.

Despite her sudden caution in keeping her distance, Lena smiled back at Kara–how better to hide the sinful thoughts dancing through her head, and–with more honesty than Kara would ever know–said, “I’d love nothing more as well.”

She couldn’t keep herself from beaming at that. “It’s getting late and we should both rest before tomorrow. And--thanks. For the help and the blanket and... just being amazing. I was really nervous when I heard they had cast you but you’re--so down to Earth and professional and--” pretty was on her lips but that didn’t feel right. Beautiful, gorgeous, devastating, yes, but pretty was too bland to describe Lena. 

Besides, people probably told Lena she was beautiful all the time. Maybe she wouldn’t want to hear it from Kara. Kara knew that, for her at least, sometimes people would only see how she looked and nothing else. And Kara didn’t want Lena to think she was doing that. Not when Lena was so much more. 

“The best,” she finished. She took a step back, moving towards her trailer, and pushed some of her wet hair away from her face, suddenly shy again. God, she was an idiot. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

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