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hii i js wanted to say i really love your work! also may i ask what your favourite scene from the movie was? i went to see it yesterday, and i LOVED the scene where she talks down Ruthie from killing Krem and then does it herself đ
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love your username by the way! and thank you so much.
I think I agree with you that one of my favourite scenes is when sheâs holding Ruthye afterwords before telling her to âwalk away before you change your mindâ definitely in the top 3 scenes for me.
but I also love the little scene on the space bus where Ruthye tells her âIâm here to find Krem on my ownâ and Kara goes âthatâs not the plan I told youâ.
Iâm really a sucker for protective/stern woman in the context of platonic relationships (letâs not dig into why lol). Itâs something I loved about the Woman of Tomorrow comics and something I thought they did so well in the movie.
So really, any scenes with her Ruthye. My one wish is that they let the movie breathe a little more, and gave us even more of that dynamic, because both actresses absolutely nailed it.
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What would you rate the supergirl movie? Iâve only seen bad reviewsđ it makes me a bit nervous but I should definitely see it before letting other peoples opinions sway me
Iâm totally biased but Iâd say 9/10 on an emotional level, and 8/10 if Iâm being super critical of it with my film school eye.
I totally understand the bad reviews making you nervous, they made me a tad nervous, but I hope you went to see it! (And if you have let me know your thoughts.)
I think that men have unfortunately done what they often do with female led movies and purposefully held it to a different standard.
Itâs a comic book movie! Theyâre never perfect. There are moments where the pacing is a little off, and not every shot is breath taking cinema, but Milly is nothing short of phenomenal in the role and I think they got her dynamic with Ruthye near perfect.
There are lots of things to love about the film so please go get the pleasure of seeing it on the big screen if you havenât already.
Sheâs In Your Veins â On The Line
Summary: As the youngest daughter of Bruce Wayne and the adopted daughter of Selina Kyle you have all the luxury you could want. Their only rule? Donât put yourself at risk. But your âperfectâ life is slowly coming undone, and the only thing that seems to help is Kara, until even thatâs put at risk.
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Authors Note: More Kara centric chapter with a little bit of batfam near the end. As always characters may seem slightly out of character but I do my best. And on the topic of doing my best writing smut is not my strong suit, so I hope you enjoy! The next part will be a little angsty. As always, thanks for all the likes and comments. Only slightly proofread.
Warnings: grief, anxiety/slight depression, smut - strap use, slightly dom!kara, a tiny weeny bit of denial (if you squint), and then of course a little bit of kidnapping at the end. I think thatâs it.
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Thereâs very little space in your planner as you sit at the kitchen island in your place. Itâs taken longer than you care to admit to get it and your shared calendars updated for next semester, but youâre so close to being done.
Due dates, class times, volunteering, dinners, events, and hours to studyâalready your life is full. This doesnât include the things you know will pop up, Wayne things that are sprung on you, and it certainly doesnât include the time you arguably want the most, time for Kara.
The small blocked off time on the weekends, labelled friends, isnât enough for you. After the first night you spent with Kara you were hopeful it would be, but if four months with her has taught you anything itâs that itâs not enough. Not when being with her makes you feel⊠so much better.
You slump your face into your hands as you try to refocus yourself on the next task ahead, getting ahead of readings, but your brain feels at capacity.
âRough day?â A voice calls out softly, and you whip around to see your girlfriend standing there in the hallway leading to your room. To your surprise sheâs still in her suit, hair tangled and wind swept, with a little bit of dirt on her features.
âKara.â You breathe out in relief as you lift from the stool and go to her in just a few long strides. You basically fling yourself at her, her arms already opening for you as you do, and wrap your arms around her neck. âYouâre back!â
She dips her head down and presses an uncharacteristically soft kiss against your lips âPromised didnât I?â She murmurs.
You note that thereâs no Krypto with her this time and wonder how heâs managing to torment Clark now.
You kiss her again, this time harder, and you feel her smile against your lips. âIâm just happy.â You whisper.
You donât even try to hide the fact that youâre stressed, Kara doesnât make you feel like you have to, and you see her eyes flicker towards your set up on the counter. You answer before she can ask.
âJust laying out my calendar.â You say.
âAh yes the calendar.â She teases you as she breaks away. You follow after her into your home, and watch as she stands before it. âShit. This is a lot.â Her eyes turn back to you in surprise and you shrug.
It is, but it isnât, itâs the baseline and thereâs no avoiding it. âIâll live.â You say as you come to stand behind her, hiding your face into her back.
She hasnât been around you much in her suit, this a rare occasion brought on by her need to see you instantly, but when you are you always note that it feels both rough and soft at the same time. âMission done?â You say hopefully.
âYes and no.â She admits. âKyle and I were successful, but it turns out that things go much deeper than we thought with these guys. But,â she turns back to you now and you almost whine at having to let go of her, âheâs off chasing down leads for a bit and you need me.â
You sigh in even more relief at the thought of her staying, because sheâs right, you do need her. After this weekend the time you have with her will dwindle even more.
âDo you have something planned?â You ask, and you watch as her grin grows.
âI have a plan yes.â She replies as she trudges off to your bathroom. âBut we both need to look a little more put together.â
Youâll never get sick of Kara taking you to other planets. You enjoy how each one feels unique, and yet oddly similar to Earth. You forget the name of this one even though she told you on the flight over here, but you can feel the warmth of the yellow sun on your back.
Her ridiculously strong grip drags you in the direction of something, but you can tell past her excitement that sheâs trying to be cautious with you. It only makes laughter bubble up in your throat however, and she tosses you a look over her shoulder.
âYouâll enjoy this!â She says brightly. In the distance you can see the looming form of a gorgeous building, like the cathedrals you saw in Italy, but with a type of stone you donât recognize.
Once inside you see why Kara had told you to wear something pretty, and why for once she herself looks more dressed up. Itâs a theatre of some kind, futuristic but again familiar, and you feel yourself relax a little.
She leads you through the winding crowds of all different types of aliens, like most planets youâve been to with her you note that they mingle together easily, and it makes you stare around in awe.
Kara doesnât give you much time to take in the scenery however because sheâs leading you into the main theatre hall, and down to your seats. Theyâre nothing too glamorous, sitting in the middle of the audience, but itâs a nice view. Like the theatres back home the ceilings are high and sport chandeliers, although more futuristic looking too, and you smile.
âThis is beautiful.â You say.
She hums beside you. âYeah beautiful.â She says softly.
When you look over you see sheâs starting at you, and it makes your cheeks grow hot as you avert your gaze from hers. âFlirt.â You shoot back, not sure how else to process her statement, and she huffs.
âBut an honest one.â She replies. You slip your fingers through hers as the lights dim a little and the red curtains draw back.
You thought Kara was taking you to see a theatre show, but your heart begins to race when the drawn curtains reveal an orchestra. There are some instruments you donât recognize, and the thought of experiencing new things usually makes you giddy, but you canât help but scan the stage for that one instrument and your breath catches as you find it.
They start playing, a composition that you of course donât know, but your eyes stay glued to the woman with the cello. You watch her hand with the bow glide smoothly back and forth across the strings.
Your eyes prick with a stinging sensation, lip beginning to tremble, and you try so hard to hold it in. To move your eyes away from the instrument, from her, and to anyone one else. You want to enjoy this, you are enjoying this, you canâtâ
Karaâs hand is on your cheek, the one furthest from her, and is guiding you to look at her. Your eyes once torn from the musician slip down to where your hands are linked, and you notice your grip. It wonât hurt her of course, but you gather itâs still enough pressure that she noticed.
âHey,â She whispers. â(y/n) whatâs wrong?â
Her thumb glides under your eye and you feel them flutter closed as she wipes the tears away. âN-nothing.â You whisper lowly, and youâre thankful she has her super hearing. âIâm okay.â
You feel her tilt your gaze up from your hands and back to her face. Sheâs frowning, but itâs soft like it was in your apartment, and you can tell she doesnât believe you.
âWe can go.â She begins, and relief floods through you at the mention, that sheâd be willing to leave right now if you asked. You shake your head. âYou donât have to force yourselfââ
ââno I,â you close your eyes and let the music wash over you, âI want to stay.â You assert quietly enough not disturb those around you, but firmly enough to make your point.
She searches your face, and you can tell sheâs about to insist that you do leave by the way she shifts, but you tilt your head onto her shoulder.
âMy mom played.â You gesture to the cello. âItâs how her and dad met. She wasâŠâ your eyes close again as you remember.
You havenât been to an orchestra in years. Bruce has a few times, for events, but he never forces you to go with him. In fact you think he understands the with him aspect would hurt even more than simply going alone.
Kara doesnât speak for a long moment, and youâre thankful for the space to let your feelings sit. She doesnât push, seems to let you come to her, and when you speak next it gets a little easier.
Your eyes still closed you picture it. You used to sit right up front, sometimes behind stage, and watch her. You loved it. When your mom was playing she seemed so peaceful.
âShe knew more than just cello. Played piano a lot around our house, even taught me some, but I remember when sheâd get really into a piece itâs like the rest of the world would slip away from us.â You admit.
âSounds nice.â She murmurs. You feel your throat bob and you will the tears to stay gone. âSounds really nice.â
âIt was.â You reply your voice the weakest itâs been in a decade. âItâs like when Iâd watch her play all I would feel is calm. Like it was the two of us and no-one else. And sheâd get so enthusiastic⊠her whole face would light up, but then she got sick and she couldnâtââ
Your voice begins to tremble, and Kara returns the pressure in your held hands now. âYouâre okay.â She promises. âIâve got you.â
You sag into her shoulder more. âI like that you brought me.â You admit to her. âI like that I can talk to you about her. Sometimes I feel like I⊠I forget her too much. She used to have all these dreams for me, but I feel like Iâve let her down.â
You feel Karaâs jaw shift against your hair, and you dare to peak up at her. Her eyes are glued ahead now, fixated on the stage, and her grip still remains tight against your hand.
âI donât think you have.â She finally responds. âI donât think sheâd care about the technicalities, just that youâre here and youâre happy, and sheâs not really gone because your life is her soul unfurling into the future.â
You stop. She says it with such a thickness to her voice that it catches you by surprise. You know itâs not her own words then, by the way she almost recites them, but youâre not sure who they come from.
âI didnât think about it like that.â You admit softly, and kiss her shoulder even though she wonât necessarily feel it. âShe would have liked you.â You admit.
âYouâve only known me a few months.â You can tell her voice is returning to something a tad more normal now, the heaviness of the moment gone, and you huff against her.
âWhat can I say you grow on people quick.â You tease back. This gains you a small smile as the both of us focus on the orchestra again.
For the rest of the concert you donât speak, but for once the silence feels comfortable. When youâre done the concert she takes you to dinner, laughing when you ask for a doggie bag for Krypto, and then back to her ship.
When all of you settle down, Krypto landing not so softly into your lap, the momentary grief is gone. As your eyes shut to the sight of space outside the shipâs window, Karaâs arms wrapped securely around you, all you can think about is wanting to never leave this moment.
Thinking about it doesnât make it come true, and youâre sure whoever peddles manifestation is just super lucky, because come Monday youâre sitting in class.
Your head is swimming at the information before you, and as always youâre reminded that classes are getting progressively harder with each new semester. Even doing all the readings ahead of time doesnât feel like enough right now.
Youâre glad for the distraction when you feel your phone buzz. You donât even need to look to know itâs her.
Classes okay?
You debate fibbing completely, but decide on the middle ground, stressful. Itâs easy, itâs honest, but it doesnât tell her how lost you feel. You see the bubble rise as she types, but you donât want a follow up question. Howâs the super hero stuff?
The bubble vanishes and then reappears. A picture comes in, Karaâs feet dangling off a building as Clark fights something in the distance. You snort.
He wonât let me help.
You mean he wonât let you beat the thing up.
Same thing. Taking forever.
A moment passes as you think of what you want to tell her.
Now heâs stuck inside it. Gotta go. Have a good rest of your day babe.
Your heart flutters at the pet-name.
Donât get hurt, you reply.
âMiss Wayne.â Your head jerks up, and your neck and face grow warm when you see everyone starting back at you.
âSorry, yes?â Chuckles that make you want to sink into your chair fill the space. She repeats her question, your mind dizzy as it tries to find the answer, and with each passing moment of your silence the snickers in the room grow.
âWell Miss Wayne? Care to enlighten us?â
âNo, sorry, I donât know.â You say feebly. You see her sigh a little, but turn to another student. You sink down into your chair lower, willing yourself not to cry.
By the end of class you practically want to run out of there, but Professor Stine catches you. âPlease stay for a moment.â She says after the others have filed out.
âIâm sorry.â You say pathetically. âFor being distracted. It wonât happen again professor.â Sheâs watching you in the same way you find Bruce does, and you hate it.
âWonât it?â She says, and it feels like a slap. You open your mouth and then close it. âWhen you first started this program you were easily our brightest student, everyday I could see your drive and passion, but lately itâs been missing.â
You look away from her. âI donât know why. Iâm sorry.â
She takes a breath. âYou donât need to be sorry (y/n), sometimes the things we want from life change, but I am concerned about you. If your heart isnât in this any longer than you donât need to force yourself to finish law school. Just⊠think about it. Youâd be amazing at anything you do, and it should be something you actually feel passionate about.â
âThanks professor Iâll think about it.â You say before quickly ducking past her and to your car. Youâre happy for the driver now, as you feel more tears start to come, because you hate crying in front of people.
Your tears arenât allowed to linger on your features though because the minute you step through into your place Krypto is tackling you back into the door as he licks your face.
âKrypto buddy enough!â Karaâs voice rings out, but you merely thread your fingers through his fur and let him stay close. You let his enthusiasm and energy turn your shaky breathes into laughter.
âJust who I needed.â You say as he finally backs away. This makes him fly off back into your apartment and onto your coach revealing Kara in the process. Sheâs in sweatpants and a sweater, hair done back in a ponytail although strands fall around her face.
Her lazy and relaxed grin shifts into a worried frown. âYouâve been crying.â She says, and you huff. âClasses not go well?â You shake your head as you put down your things.
âI canât⊠IâŠâ You stop yourself as you try to breathe normally. You canât, and so you merely barrel yourself into her arms.
âHey, itâs okay.â She says softly. âItâs okay to have a bad day.â You scoff.
âThis isnât just a bad day Kara. Itâs another bad semester I can feel it. Professor Stine says she doesnât think my heart is in it anymore, and sheâs right!â
âThen we adjust.â She says simply and you toss her a look as you move away from her slightly. âMaybe lawââ
âI may have the money to drop out, but I canât afford to. Do you know what my father and mother would say? I doubt theyâd even let me!â You see that she tenses at this. âI mean telling them would amount to telling them that Iâm useless!â
Youâre storming past her and into your room now. To your surprise Krypto doesnât follow, but Kara does. You begin to strip away your school outfit haphazardly.
âI mean I have to be to be flunking this badly I justâŠâ You groan as you finally detangle yourself from your pants. âIâm pathetic and stupid.â You chide yourself.
Suddenly strong hands are grabbing your waist, and tugging you back into her. âStop.â She says thickly.
You gulp. âI know okay! I know I shouldnât say them but I feel them Kara!â Sheâs quiet as you turn in her arms, the only slight maneuvering you seem able to do.
Then she merely sighs and kisses you against your lips. âFine then Iâll just have to make you feel something else.â Sheâs using your place in her arms to lead you backwards and down onto the bed.
Sheâs quick to remove your underwear and bra. âKaraââ You begin to caution, but she kisses the middle of your collarbone.
ââIâm going to make you feel so good.â She promises as her hands blindly seek out the drawer of your nightstand. âDo you want me to make you feel good?â
You feel your heart pound against your ribs now. âYes of course I do.â She hums she slips the strap over her hips. âBut Kara IâŠâ
She stares down at you, waiting for you to finish, but you fumble. âYou?â She pushes as her fingers stroke gentle patterns against your thighs. It shouldnât make you this wet, but it does.
âI know that look. Youâve got an idea and Iâm not sure Iâll like it.â She smirks, that cocky lazy grin she gets, and raises an eyebrow.
âDo you trust me?â She asks gently.
âYes.â You reply instantly.
âAnd you know our words.â She pushes. âSay âem for me.â
âGreen for go, yellow for slow, and red for stop.â You recite. The two of you arenât necessarily kinky by any means, but after the third week of being together youâve learned that Karaâs stamina is nothing to mess with.
âGood.â She says, and with one final look to you, and a nod of your head she slips into you. It takes a minute to adjust, but her fingers applying pressure to your clit helps in getting you wet enough.
She starts slow, long and deliberate strokes, as she watches you. âYouâre beautiful.â She murmurs. âBeautiful, smart, and strong.â Her words feel silly to you, your mind still raw from earlier. âSay it.â She says.
âWhat?â You stutter as her pace increases just a little.
âYouâre not going to finish unless you do.â She says and your eyes go wide. âSo⊠say them.â
âThis is silly!â You argue and her movements still. It makes you whimper at the way your pleasure quickly begins to fade. âKara Iââ
âYouâre breathtaking.â She says firmly. âCome on babeâŠâ Sheâs back to working you up now, and not only does her pace grow but the force she uses does too. âThree little words.â
You mewl because sheâs already working you close to an orgasm you desperately need. âIâm your pretty girl.â You whisper weakly. Youâre afraid she may push you to say it again, but she doesnât.
âYes you are.â She says. Her hands coming to grip your hips again, running soothing circles against them. âAnd my pretty girl is so smart. Youâre brilliant arenât you?â
You gulp thickly. âKara this is stââ
Her pace slows and you buck against her, but her hands force your hips down. You curse her super strength as you see her shit eating grin. âCome on⊠tell me youâre smart baby. It isnât that hardâŠâ
âKara please justâŠâ
She tsks and goes to remove the strap altogether when you cave. âIâm smart!â You choke out, need for release undeniable now.
âI donât believe you mean it.â She says as she gives you a pronounced thrust of her hips. It has your head tilting back into your mattress hard. âSomeone as smart as you surely knows more than two words. Come on show me how smart my girl is.â
You whine. âIâm so smart, I swear, I have all Aâs and it was foolish of me to say Iâm useless.â
âThere you go youâre doing so good for me.â Her hand has travelled up to your stomach where she pushes down softly as she hits an even better angle. All your squirming and pleading doesnât even phase her.
âPlease I need to⊠god itâs too much!â You beg her.
âBut youâre my strong girl.â She coos down at you, itâs a little condescending her tone, but in this moment you could care less. âMy strong girl can give me just a little more right?â
You let out a little sob. âIâm so close please I canât Kara!â
She relents. âAlright Iâll stop teasing if you can tell me who deserves to come.â You close your eyes, but instantly know she wonât like that. âLook at me. Tell me who you areâŠâ
âIâm beautiful, smart, and strong.â You repeat. Her smile is triumphant as she watches you. The pleasure snaps inside your belly quickly, and she helps work through it until sheâs sure youâve settled. Only then does she slowly and gently remove herself from you. She stands, lifts you up, and carries you into the bathroom where she starts a bath for the both of you.
You feel like jelly, but content. âPromise weâll figure this out.â She assures, and you almost believe her.
You try to cling to Karaâs assurances for the rest of the week as sheâs forced to head off world again. Only on Thursday do you find any other kind of reprieve from school.
The manor is bustling with energy although distant when Alfred opens the door for you. âYoung Miss.â He greets warmly, and you smile wide as you reach up to kiss the old man on his cheek.
âAlfred. How are things?â He gives you a polite lift of his features, the telltale sign of his playfulness.
âBusy as always Miss. Never a boring evening. The others are in the dinning hall, all but your father, but he should arrive soon. Your mother sends her regards, but sheâs out with Harley and Ivy tonight.â
âShe let me know.â You say as you hang your jacket up in the front closet and head off in the direction of the dinning room. You hear the energy of the room before you even enter it, loud voices and movement, but something about it eases you.
You may have a lot of conflicting feelings about your family, but they always manage to feel like home. You feel a slight buzz, and reach into your pocket to take out your phone, beaming when you see a new message from Kara. Underneath the photo of you trying on lingerie from early is a crying emoji.
Sending this when Iâm off world is cruel.
You glide your fingers softly across the keys as you think of what to say, your heart thudding faintly at the thought of her.
Perhaps itâs a sign to come home.
You see the small bubble rise as she types her response, but the doors swinging open to reveal your little brother make you jump and slip your phone back into your pocket. Nobody in your family knows, yet, and it hasnât been easy to keep it that way when theyâre all more or less detectives in their own right.
âSister.â Damian says with a raise of his eyebrow, and youâre struck by how much he looks like Bruce when he does it. âSorry to startle you.â
âNo worries little man.â You say as you ruffle his hair. You know he hates it, but he always look so adorable to you that you canât help it. âWhatâs wrong?â
âThose cretans are giving me a headache.â He grumbles, but you know underneath his demeanour that he likes themâwell perhaps Tim a little less. âYouâre home.â He adds. âYouâve been away more than usual.â
You feel your throat bob. âSorry.â You say. âDidnât know you missed me that much.â You see his cheeks tint just a little pink at the insinuation, but he folds his arms across his chest.
âIt does not matter to me that much sister. Just merely noting.â You roll your eyes at him, but squeeze his shoulder. âIâm going to locate father so we may end this dinner early.â You watch him stalk off with a grin on your features, before pushing your way into the room.
âThere she is!â Dick teases the moment you enter, and five more pair of eyes catch yours. You give them a small twirl and itâs met with various scoffs. âFinally tear yourself away from your friends and school.â
You go and sink onto the couch next to Tim. âYou say it as if I wasnât here several nights ago.â You dismiss. âAll of you are outâŠâ You wave to the odd bits of their uniforms that lay on the floor nearby. âI donât have much to do when youâre all out.â
âBut we so love coming home to your sunny personality.â Tim teases and you shove your elbow into his stomach causing him to groan. âClasses good?â You nod your head and pick at your fingers as your stomach flips uneasily. You feel your phone buzz again.
Karaâs contact name is merely a dog emoji, an evasion technique thatâs flimsy but thatâs holding for now. You angle it just a tad away from Tim in case however.
Finishing up the thing with Kyle, Iâd be faster if he let me just let me hurt them a little more.
You let out a small giggle at the image. Youâve learned over the last little while that Kara, although always on the right side of things, is not always so keen to go easy. Many of the nights sheâs spent ranting to you about various issues almost always revolve around how beating someone up would have been a much faster alternative.
Canât wait to get back to you.
You do your best to school your reaction as the voices of your siblings drone on around you, but you still feel a bubbling excitement every time she says it. You weigh what you want to say, to tease her or to be earnest, but another text comes in before you can reply.
Should be back soon I promise. Gotta go.
You feel your heart fall at the knowledge that sheâll be out of reach again, arguably the biggest adjustment to dating her youâve had to make, but you know it canât be helped.
Of course. Stay safe for me.
You stare, hoping she may give you just one more response, when you catch out of the corner of your eye a hand reaching for your phone. Youâre quick to react, locking it with your finger, and putting it out of reach.
Itâs Steph whoâs reaching for it, and she pouts at you. âFinally.â She says. âYouâve been so engrossed in that thing lately. Iâve never seen you glued to your phone like that.â You will your cheeks not to warm. Any small sign of feelings and theyâll latch onto it like hounds with a scent.
And even though you, Bruce, and Selina are well past you going off worldâyou know they wonât take well to the news youâre dating Kara. Or the fact that youâve been sneaking off world to go with her, quickly having found a way to bypass Barbaraâs keen eye. You just know that being honest with them will turn out poorly.
Which means your siblings canât know either.
âSchool.â
You know none of them believe it by the looks they give you, but luckily youâre saved by Bruce as he enters. You can tell by your fatherâs shoulders that heâs tense. Youâve long learned not to really talk to Bruce about his Batman work. He has the others, and heâs been clear he wants you nowhere near it, but on days like today you wish you could.
Itâs always felt like a small rift between you, the final barrier to being as close as you know you both want to be. But tonight isnât the night to push, and you merely go and reach up on your tip toes to kiss him on his cheek.
âDaddy.â You greet with a sincere smile.
âSweetheart.â He greets, and kisses your head. âHow was your week?â
âGood.â He smile is there, but you know itâs only half as large as it can be. Youâve moved past the incident yes, but you know heâs still anxious that the return of classes will cause another one. âIâm fine. Iâm liking classes.â
Itâs a fib, but you see the relief on his face as he believes it. âIâm glad.â He murmurs as he sits.
The staff deliver the rest of the food and the table dissolves into chatter once again. Youâre wedged between Cass and Jason, which out of all the pairings is the easiest to handle. Jason and Cass donât push, theyâre protective, but they let you breathe.
You feel your phone buzz and ignore it, likely friends, but then it buzzes again and again and Cass all but lifts an eyebrow at you. Out of all your siblings youâre sure Cass can tell the difference in you, read all the small ways in which Kara makes you different, but if she does see them in the smallest of your movements she doesnât show it.
You take your phone out, position it under the table but in your lap, and open. Itâs pictures, of men laying limply on the floor of some place, with Karaâs short comment.
See? Way faster.
You canât help the small laugh you let out at her absurdity. It leaves you before you can catch it, and you feel your entire family freeze to stare at you. You stop and lock your phone. âSorry.â You say. âCrystal sent a funny meme to our group chat.â
Theyâre all quiet for a moment. âYou donât laugh like that for crystal.â Dick teases.
âThat was your flirty laugh.â Tim adds. âGod knows Iâve heard it enough at Galas.â There are hums around the table and you make a show of rolling your eyes as your nails dig into your thigh a tad.
âYou guys see action every night and yet you want to focus on my laugh?â You challenge playfully, and to add a flare you hope will work you look to your dad with a teasing smile. His eyes are watching you in that way that you know means heâs trying to deduce every thought youâre thinking.
âOf course!â Dick exclaims. âItâs the only way we have a bit of normal.â You gulp then and note that your father tenses a little too. The table dissolves into teasing about the definition of normal and which sibling is the best at being normal aside from you and youâre grateful for it.
Suddenly you feel a hand momentarily slip over yours, and you startle when you realize your fist is still curled inwards. You look to Jason in surprise, but he merely squeezes gently and then lets go. âCrystal get a dog?â He whispers to you.
âNo.â You say. When you say your siblings canât know Jason always feels the exception. Somedays youâre sure heâd take your secrets to the grave with him if you really begged him to. You see his lips lift up.
âSo, not friends.â You give him a playful glare and you can tell heâs close to laughing a tad but refrains. âAre they treating you alright?â His voice gets even more quiet, but you still manage to hear. The smile you allow yourself feels full when you cast your eyes to your now dark phone screen.
âYeah, they are.â You say firmly.
He just nods and hums before turning back to the table and its chaos. You ease into it, let it become the loudest thing around you, and try to let it make you forget about everything else going on.
As much as you complain thereâs something about being in the middle of their chaos that makes you feel more normal than you feel most other places, and it makes you yearn to be apart of it more fully.
As always that thought is quickly dismissed, because focusing too much on it wonât help anyone.
You should have known that thought would invite chaos however. It always does.
Youâre walking home the next night, having gone out with friends after class trying to pass the time as you wait for Kara to be home, because you feel like you need the fresh air.
And it helps, for a while, as you stare up at the sky. You wonder where Kara is exactly and hope sheâs only mere minutes away. Youâre about to text her, when you feel strong arms around your collarbone and cloth over your nose and mouth.
Dorks
You Look Good In Blue
Summary: Kara joins you while you shop, and just letâs say one dress in particular catches her eye.
WC: 500
Warnings: just pure suggestive fluff.
You feel the heat of Karaâs gaze on you as another dress slips from your figure. Youâre in the large change room of some fancy clothing trying on dress after dress for some party youâre going to.
She had pouted her way into joining you, although she didnât have to work hard to get you to cave. Time with your alien girlfriend was always at a premium, and the way sheâs starring at you now makes it worth it.
âWhat?â You ask, but your tone is playful.
She stands and your anticipation grows with each footstep. You feel her hands come to grip your hips and her chin rest on your shoulder.
âI want to see you in that one.â She says and nudges your gaze to one dress in particular. Your lips lift as you take in which one she means.
âDo you now?â You reply.
âYou look hot in blue.â She whispers in your ear, and you canât help but gasp a little when her lips kiss just below it. You whole body shifts as warmth floods through you, but her strong grip grounds you.
âItâs not even the right shadeââ You begin to jest, but her teeth move to nip at your shoulder and you yelp. âKara!â You complain.
She huffs against your skin. âI just like it when you wear my colours.â She squeezes your hips.
You free yourself from her grip and go, rolling your eyes at the way she watches you bend slightly to pick it up. You slip into it quickly, but leave the back open.
âWell you going zip me up?â You ask, and her fingers are grazing along your spine in a heartbeat. The touch makes you shiver, and she laughs softly.
âIâm used to taking you out of your clothes. I kind of enjoy doing the opposite for once.â You turn towards her as she finishes doing up your dress and hold out your arms in a small ta-da! movement.
You expect her to tease you in her familiar way, but sheâs staring at you with wide eyes and slightly parted lips.
âKara?â You push, heart thudding as her silence lingers. She takes her bottom lip between her teeth, and her cheeks puff out as she inhales.
âI donât wanna ruin it.â She whispers finally, and your feel your frown grow.
âRuin it? Ruin what? The moment?â
She shakes her head. âThe dress. I donât wanna ruin the dress.â You look down to see her hands are flexing softly at her side.
You laugh then and she scowls. âIâll find another blue dress for you to tear off of me when we get home.â You say as you go to her, wrapping your arms around her waist and tugging her into you. âPromise.â
She leans down a little and kisses you, soft but with unmistakable hunger. âMy colours really do suit you, you know.â
You raise an eyebrow as she breaks away. âDoes this mean I can wear the suit?â You ask.
She rolls her eyes. âWeâll see how the night goes.â
DIANA OF THEMYSCIRA In Absolute Wonder Woman (2024) #1
18+ mdni, suggestive themes, spoiler free!
itâs early in the morning, the planetâs sunlight sneaking through the small cracks of the curtains that you not so subtly opened the night before to ensure you both woke up at a decent time. the small camper was still warm with last nights activityâits been karaâs birthday week celebration and almost every night ended with karaâs favorite drinkâyou.
you groaned softly as you attempted to stretch but the arm that was tightly wrapped around your naked waist wasnât allowing such an action. âkaraâ you whispered, yet your words might as well have fell on deaf ears as the woman kept snoring.
âkara!â you said a bit louder.
âhmmâ she hummed, her eyes still shutâpartly covered with those sunglasses you struggled to get away from her the night before.
âi gotta pee, and let krypto insideâ she sighed, turning on her side to give you the room to leave. you quickly took advantage of it before she changed her mind. you slipped on your underwear and a hoodie that was thrown on the ground before completing what you said youâd do.
kara was awake by this point, silently watching as you moved around the camper. you picked up clothes that had been haphazardly thrown, you made coffee, fed krypto and even started to make breakfast for you both.
it all seemed very domestic.
the scene made kara nervous, or at least it did in the beginning.
she was scared to settle down, to allow herself to have something good without the fear of losing it just like she did with her parents and her home. yet she found a new homeâone that was in the form of you and her beloved dog.
âwhere did you get that hoodie?â kara asked as she noticed the symbol that mirrored the one on her suit.
âon earth, they are big fans of you and your cousinâ you shrugged. she didnât respond afterwards just continued watching and you tried your hardest to ignore her gaze but you felt her eyes burning your naked legs.
âi made breakfastâ you tried to change the subject, trying to distract her from eye fucking you.
âmhm, iâm looking at breakfastâ she smirked, looking you up and down. your breath hitched but you refused to give inâyou needed a small break from her super stamina.
âafter breakfast supergirlâ you teased, purposely swaying your hips as you set the table for breakfast.
oh yeah, kara is definitely not scared of waking up to this every morning for as long as she breathed.
just watched supergirl today, knew i immediately needed to write about her. throughout that whole movie fic ideaâs for some of the characters just kept coming to me đđ
Sheâs in your veins is nothing short of spectacular!! I honestly love it! Your characterization of Kara feels so true and reader feels like a real fleshed out character. I hope youâll be writing more for kara. đ„°
Thanks Anon! â„ïž
This site simply does not have enough of her on it that I can find! đȘ So Iâm hoping to add as much as my brain will allow (a second viewing of the movie will definitely helpâŠ)
goodnight i just love her so much and i love the movie so much i havenât felt this much joy in so long
Has anyone else seen the Margaret Qualley for Lena Luthor fancast on TikTok? When I stumbled upon it at three am I was genuinely giggling and kicking my feet it just makes so much sense. Also whoever made this fancast I love you and owe you my firstborn child.
Sheâs In Your Veins â Iâll Never Get Enough
Summary: As the second youngest child to Bruce Wayne, and adopted daughter of Selina Kyle you have all the luxury you could want. The only rule? You donât put yourself at risk. And when you do your parents are quick to shut it down, but itâs too late to go back now, because Kara is all your find yourself thinking about.
WC: 4.8k
Authors Note: Thanks for all the likes and especially the comments. This is really my first x reader type fanfic so it means a ton! As always you may find this a little ooc for some characters but I tried to keep them as close as possible. Only slightly proofread!
Warnings: arguing, slightly overprotective parents, smut at the end, fingering, oral. I think thatâs it!
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The first time you stir itâs to the sensation of being carried. âKrypto Iâm moving as fast as I can.â Kara snaps at the dog, although her voice is hushed, âsheâs fine buddy.â
Your head would argue otherwise. Did you really just pass out? Could a handful of shots of whatever really do that to you? âDefine fine.â You rebuke as you move.
You feel both of you sway a little as your weight shifts, but Karaâs grip tightens around you. Sheâs carrying you bridal style to the ship, and you can smell the alcohol on her breath as the sounds of the bar fade behind you.
âYouâll live.â She says, but her voice isnât as blunt as the first time you really spoke. Itâs almost joking.
You remember that you basically went dark on your family and inhale sharply as you envision what will befall you tomorrow. Somehow despite the lingering dread you donât regret coming with her. âYeah no I wonât. Not whenâŠâ You donât finish your thought.
She doesnât push, and you feel your head spin as you work to keep it upright. âSorry.â She says, and when you peer up you notice that she seemingly refuses to look down at you. âForgot that the liquor out here is stronger than on earth. Probably should have gotten you to slow down.â
You shrug one shoulder and stare up at the sky. âI can walk.â You say suddenly, aware that sheâs still carrying you despite your new found consciousness.
She stops, and you can almost see the doubt in her gaze. But you hate being told you canât do something, you get it from both of your parents, and so with a small glare from you she begins to let you down. When your feet touch grass and go to move a step your world tilts again causing you to groan out in misery. You hear her laugh beside you and let your eyes narrow in mock anger at her.
Sheâs gently sweeping you up again. âIâm strong remember?â She says.
âMhm bet you tell all the girls that.â You see her lips turn down. âOr guys.â You amend. Her nose scrunches up.
âNo, girls.â She replies. âAlthough I really donâtâitâs been a while since...â She doesnât finish, but she sets her jaw in a way that tells you thatâs more from not wanting to continue than not knowing how to.
âIâm so embarrassed.â You say. âI didnât even last that long.â She laughs again.
Itâs more laughter than you thought youâd evoke from her, but it easily becomes a favourite sound of yours. She appears younger, lighter, when she does.
âAn excuse to do this again.â You still in her grip as you see the ship come into view. Krypto barks and goes ahead of the both of you, but the antics of the dog donât even phase you because youâre so focused on what she just said.
Did you hear that right?
âAgain? Thought this was a one time deal?â You ask, and you canât even pretend to be nonchalant about it. It makes you almost giddy to have her say it. Even though she wonât look at you while she does.
âClark says I need friends on earth.â She shrugs and you feel your body grimace at the word. Friend. Youâd take it, if means seeing her and getting away from your life once in a while, but it still stings just a tad.
When youâre in the ship she places you on the bed, Krypto hopping up after you and settling down onto your lap.
âIâll get you back as quick as possible.â She says as she drops off a glass of water.
The second time you stir itâs to the sound of Kara lecturing her dog again. Youâre beginning to gather this is a multiple times a day type of occurrence between the two of them.
âKrypto enough! Donât go out there! I donât have money for her fancy pillows if you ruin them.â
You can feel your lips lift despite your woozy state, but youâre not really coherent enough to be alert, or in full control of your body movements.
Instead you feel yourself being set softly onto a bed while your phone and other things are set beside you on the nightstand. You infer Kara merely used your key fob to get into your penthouse.
You expect her footfalls to retreat, but instead you just feel something plop onto your legs and settle. âWhat are you doing now?â You hear a huff and you know itâs Krypto. Thereâs a very long pause as if the two silently communicate.
âI canât stay and neither can you buddy. Iâm not getting caught by Bruce Wayne.â She whispers. Then she shifts you, takes off your shoes, and makes sure youâre on your side. âDonât look at me like that.â She mutters.
When sheâs done you can hear her footfalls towards the direction of your window, but Krypto doesnât leave your side at all, and you hear a soft groan.
âCome on.â Kara urges quietly, and your mind swims towards sleep again. You want to push it off, to talk to her, but no words find their way. âKrypto I canât okay?â
There comes a little whine but the dog jumps off from your bed leaving you to hold out just long enough to hear your window shut behind her.
When you stir for the third and final time the first thing you register is the pounding in your head, and you canât help but wonder what the hell Kara gave you to drink, champagne never hurts this much. The second thing you register is that youâre home, with your window open to let in some fresh air, and you work to remember last night.
The third and final thing you register is the smell of food, and for a fleeting moment you wonder if Kara came back even though itâs irrational to think she would.
The smell makes your stomach churn miserably, and youâre up and stumbling for the bathroom before you can even think about it, stomach lurching into your open toilet. A pathetic sound escapes you as you try to calm your uneasy stomach.
âFuck.â You whine as you feel about to heave again.
âThatâs what will happen when you drink too much.â Your heart sinks a tad when your motherâs voice rings out in your on-suite. âShower please and weâll talk after.â
You wince. âMaâma Iââ
âAfter.â She says firmly, and goes. You hear the clatter of plates a moment later. The shower does help you feel at least not so hungover, and you have to admit it feels nice to feel clean again, but it does little to soothe your screaming nerves.
When you leave your room, dressed and somewhat presentable, you whiten as you see that Bruce is in your kitchen too. In fact heâs the one thatâs cooking, although itâs merely a bagel and some scrambled eggs. You donât think you can stomach either at the moment.
Both your parents seem deep in conversation, but like the bat and cat they are, your slightest footstep alerts them to your presence. Both look up from what theyâre doing, and meet your gaze, unable to hold their eyes you look away.
âMorning.â You say.
âTry afternoon.â Bruce corrects and you grimace as your eyes cast to the clock above your stove. Three in the afternoon to be exact. This only makes your stomach drop even more as you realize you missed classes, and your volunteer efforts.
âShit.â You curse.
âYes, well, darling what did you expect would happen when you went out and drank yourself drunk?â Selina says.
âI didnât meanââ You begin.
âFirst of all, lets establish what exactly you didnât mean to do, because weâre still unclear where you were.â Bruce says evenly. âAll trace of you just gone! Barbara went into a panic.â
You flinch at that thought. You know how protective she is, and how fast she can make things happen. âIâll apologize to her. I didnât mean to make her worry. Or you two.â
You try not to focus on your own frustration right now, after all itâs not like you donât know Barbara keeps track of you, she keeps track of everyone, but it grates on you more than normal right now.
âStill didnât answer us.â Selina says and you twist to look at her before exhaling.
âI went out on a spur of the moment type thing and left my watch here by accident and then my phone died andââ
Both your parents tense and thatâs when you know your lie didnât work. âTry that again.â Bruce warns you, but youâre too focused on the pounding in your head.
Your mother seems to see this, and pushes forward water and pain meds. âThanks maâma.â You say.
âNow answer our question.â She says.
You take a sharp inhale knowing itâs no use lying anymore. Itâs quite clear they went the distance and got Barry to look for you.
âI went off world.â You whisper staring down at your hands.
The cooking pan clatters on your counter and you cringe.
âYou what?â Bruce bellows and you shrink. You expect your mother to cut in, because she always does when your father gets like this, but when you peak at you see a cascade of emotions on her face.
âI-I went with a friend to a nearby planet and had a little bit of fun.â You repeat, but your voice is even smaller now.
âI canât believe you!â Bruce snaps. âOff world?â He repeats. âWhat the hell were you thinking you canât just go off this planet without telling me! Hell you canât leave this planet at all!â
You feel agitation. âYou have.â You quip but you know itâs a childish futile gesture born from not having any other come back.
âOh you mean the times of crisis when Iâve had zero choice in the matter!â He snaps back at you. You know you should relent. Itâs not in your nature to really, but you and Bruce are both stubborn and you know itâd be better to let him have this one.
âIâm an adult I donât need your permission!â You challenge. Again, a failing argument, and one that makes your mother tense. Her fingers growing tight around her mug.
âIâm all for giving you your space, but B is right in this case, you donât leave this planet unless you have our okay. Given the risk involved in it.â Selina defends, and this makes you roll back your shoulders.
âYouâd never give your okayââ
âYes, because you have no reason to go! Your life is here! Your job, your responsibility, is school and this family! Itâs not taking a trip to space!â Bruceâs temper is rising and you begin to feel exhausted.
âIâm sorry okay! Iâm sorry I went off world without telling you, Iâm sorry I worried you, and Iâm sorry that for once I wasnât perfect!â
They both let out a groan at this, and Bruce seems about to snap back at you but your mother slips her hand over his.
âGive us a moment B?â She asks. âYou need to cool down.â
He looks between you and her and exhales sharply. âFine.â He says briskly, and leaves.
You jump at the slight slam to your door. You and Selina stay there in silence for a long time until she finally rubs her temples in clear frustration.
âWell are you happy?â She asks. âDid you get your bit of rebellion in?â You hate the almost condescending choice of words.
âI didnât rebel I merely lived my life.â You defend. âIâm fine you and dad are just blowing this out of proportion!â
Wrong thing to say because sheâs up from her seat and she has your chin, not harshly enough that it hurts, but enough that it doesnât feel merely as gentle or fretting as it usually doesâand you know that youâve messed up.
It usually takes a lot for you to push your mother to the point where she gets truly upset with you. She told you once after an argument that she tries to save her frustrations for the scum bags of Gotham instead.
âWant to try talking to me like an adult kitten?â She says lowly. âBecause unlike your father Iâm trying very hard not to do the whole overbearing parent routine with you, but I can.â
You stare at her and squirm a little, but she doesnât let you go, your silent plea for her to let up dismissed. In fact she only squeezes just enough to make her point.
âI just wanted to let go and you know what I did! I went out and I got drunk until I couldnât walk,â her eyes narrow, âand I danced! And nobody knew me! I didnât have cameras on me! I didnâtâŠâ
With a tsk she lets your chin go.
âSo the plan is to start to make deliberate mistakes to what?â You let your gaze move to the wall beyond her, that feels easier than her eyes, and she sighs when you donât respond. âYou can forget it. Your dad and I have worked too hard to see you derail yourself because youâve suddenly decided you donât want to communicate properly.â
âLike anyone in this family does.â You gripe. You both know youâve got her there, none of you really do, but it doesnât seem to deter her.
âI donât know who took you off world, but I do know youâre not doing it again.â You feel your heart thud. You knew this would be the outcome, but the idea of never going out there with Kara when you just got her to offer feels cruel.
âMaâmaââ
âItâs not a negation darling!â She snaps finally. âCard and keys.â Your eyes widen. âYouâll have a driver againââ
You tilt your head back and groan at her. âItâs not like youâre not both tracking me through that cave anyways!â You snap.
âFinish your semester without pulling anotherâŠâ she waves her hand, âand then weâll speak.â
You donât reply, and she begins to head for the door. âOh and you will be at family dinner tonight!â She calls back as your door slams.
âFuck.â You mutter.
One month passes and you really do try to finish the semester normally, to fall back into your old routine with practiced ease, but the only thing that seems to linger in your mind is Kara.
Itâs no longer the idea of her that does, or how attractive you find her, but really her. Her grin, her hands on you, the way she let go when dancing with you. You want more of her.
So much so that you wait. You wait in a way that you havenât waited for something since you were about seven. The waiting comes with the bonus that your parent cool off, Bruce now referring to your trip as âthe incidentâ and firmly believing it wonât happen again. Your life has practically returned to the same as before, and you try to lie to yourself and say itâs fine, but itâs not.
When a month and a half passes without so much as a follow up you want to whack yourself. Of course she didnât actually mean it. She was drunk. You were drunk. Thereâs no reason for Kara to want to be around you. Sheâs Supergirl for heavenâs sake. You may be a Wayne but you doubt that matters to her.
When two months roll around youâve given up, but you wonder if Kara has some lingering way of knowing that, because she stands waiting at the bottom of your building with a single flower in hand as you return from volunteering.
Itâs wilted a tad, and actually kind of pathetic, and it should embarrass you the way your heart still flutters are the sight.
She doesnât make a grand show, doesnât even speak as you near, but Krypto does. When he spots you he closes the distance easily, leaping up and practically tackling you. You thank god you decided to wear sneakers today.
She tugs the dog back off of you, but youâre laughing now as he gets in a final rather gross kiss. âMissed you too Krypto.â You say, hand reaching out for him.
âAnd me?â Kara asks.
You jerk your head up to look at her. Sheâs not looking at you, but the flower is outstretched slightly as if itâs a peace offering.
âI could ask you that. Itâs been a while.â You see her wince at the accusation in your tone.
âSpace.â She tries to cover.
âSpace.â You echo, not convinced thatâs a fraction of the reason.
The first two times you actually spoke Kara was gruff and rough around the edges, hard to read, and one step removed. Now she seems anxious in a way she tries not to let show, and it makes you take the flower despite the little bit of hurt you feel. She seems to deflate in relief when you do.
âGot a little smushed.â Sheâs rubbing the back of her neck. âSo, I heard about the no off world sentence.â You scrunch up your face and let out a huff.
âFantastic. Did you get in trouble?â
âNo.â She says. âMore like it was work talk from Clark, a passing comment donât worry, they donât know it was me.â Youâre surprised almost at the lack of relief in her voice.
âMy dad as expected went ballistic, and surprisingly so did my mother.â You say. You shift on your feet and watch her.
âDo you like old movies?â She asks suddenly. âBecause thereâs one playing and Iâd like to go.â Your eyes widen. âWith you.â
âYou would?â You ask. Now she looks at you, still somewhat guarded, but more open than youâve seen her before.
âYeah.â She says. âI would.â
âLet me go change.â You say and go to move, but she takes your arm gently, sending those sparks through you.
âYou look nice.â She says sheepishly. âYou donât need to.â You feel your palms grow a little sweaty.
âOkay.â You reply as you gesture to your waiting car.
You thought you knew all of Gotham, but Kara leads you to an old movie theatre. It hasnât got any new movies, just older ones like she said, and you recognize a lot of films your mom used to like.
It brings a small smile to your face, which Kara catches, and you feel the nerves in you settle as she orders the tickets and the food. Which is a lot more but you donât comment. When you offer to pay she merely waves your card away.
âItâs an apology.â She says simply. âWouldnât be one if I make you pay.â
Youâre not used to that of course. Most people, even your friends, enjoy your fatherâs limitless funds. You donât mind or course, with them, but this makes you feel⊠different.
Again. You hate how Kara makes you feel different in a way you canât explain.
When you settle down for the movie it takes a minute, but Kara spreads out and in the process slings her arm around the back of your chair. She doesnât come close to actually touching you, and neither of you comment on it, but youâre happy for the darkness of the theatre as it hides your blush.
Hours later when you and Kara step out into the cool night instantly her eyes ghost upwards to the sky. âComforting?â You ask out of the blue.
She stops as if youâve caught her in the act of something. âLess overwhelming.â She admits. âEarth is a lot.â
You see her eyes move around the city, and you take a moment. Up close you canât help the way your eyes take in the gentle slope of her nose, or the set of her jaw, or the way those green eyes⊠god her eyes.
âThank you.â You say. âFor tonight. For a bit of⊠normal.â Sheâs grinning now, however slight, and you return it.
âThank you for bribing them to let Krypto in. I was sure heâd cause mayhem but with you heâs oddly⊠calm.â You notice the way her throat bobs when she admits it to you, and you step closer to her. âAnd thank you⊠for saying yes.â
And there it is again, the thing she canât seem to say, and however much you wish to know you donât push. Just slowly take her hand.
âIâm glad you came back. I hoped you would.â You note that her cheeks flush at your admission and it makes your grin grow. Finally you feel like the nerves she makes you feel are mutual and that knowledge makes you bold. âWill Krypto listen if you ask him to go to Clark for a bit?â Youâve closed the gap even more now.
âProbably not.â She says. âThey donât reallyâoh.â She stops when you raise an eyebrow at her, and suddenly sheâs leaning down in front of the dog.
She speaks in that language youâre not familiar with, but you can tell by the stubborn look the dog gets that sheâs trying to get him to listen.
Finally she sighs. âKrypto buddy come on.â She hisses under her breath, and you have to stifle your laughter into the back of your hand.
Finally the dog looks back at you, and you give him a pleading look. With a huff the dog raises into the air and goes jetting off. Kara exhales in relief before she gets the door to your car.
You slide into the backseat and she follows in a fluid motion. The whole way back to your penthouse you refrain from tapping your foot impatiently. You may have lost your ability to play it cool with Kara after the first time you met her, but you still have some dignity.
You think when you finally shut the door behind you that youâll be the first to kiss her, but she surprises you as she pushes you up against the back of your door. Her leg slotting between your own causing you to let out a tiny breath of surprise.
âKaraââ
ââyou sure?â She breathes as if winded, even though you know it isnât possible here, and you break away from her for a second.
âIâm sure.â You affirm, and her lips are back on yours before the final syllable even leaves you. As she deepens the kiss you can only loop your arms around her neck in an attempt to balance yourself.
You can feel her strength even in her kiss, although you can also tell sheâs trying desperately to hold back. âCanât get you off my mind.â She mumbles into your neck. âNo matter how hard I try. Hate it.â
You want to retort something back, but as her kisses become bruising as her thigh pushes up and adds pressure to where you want it most.
âBed.â You demand.
Sheâs lifting you in one swift movement so your legs are forced to wrap around her as she carries you from the doorway to your room, dropping you onto the bed and removing your heels. Normally you look forward to that feeling, but Karaâs touch is the only thing you want right now.
She stares down at you. âBeautiful.â She whispers as if she hates to admit it and you smile back up at her.
âAll yours if you want me.â You tease, and you donât anticipate the dark look that comes over her for a moment when you do. Then sheâs stripping off her clothing until all thatâs left is her underwear.
Your eyes widen at her muscles, subtle when underneath clothing, but defined when you see them up close. Her biceps now those⊠You take them in your hands and squeeze as she comes to loom over you and it makes her eyes flutter shut.
You can tell she likes the feeling because when she brings her knee between your legs again, this time with a soft roll, you grip tighter and it causes her to let out a tiny groan.
Your whole body is on fire and once again you debate begging. How is it that one woman can make you want to beg so much when youâve never wanted to before.
âKara please.â You say as her lips find yours.
âSuch a rush.â She grumbles. âCanât I take my time?â Your hands merely come to tangle through her blonde curls as her lips find your neck again.
âIâve been waiting months.â You remind, and you know youâve won for now because you feel a soft huff as her lips travel even further down to your collarbone. The only thing that stops her from going right to your chest is that youâre still in your blouse.
âGonna rip itââ
ââwaitââ
Too late. Karaâs certainly too impatient to deal with the buttons and even if she wasnât sheâd likely break them anyway.
âI liked that shirt.â You complain.
ââsorry.â She says as she undoes your bra and you thank the stars itâs saved by having a front clasp. âMake it up to you. Promise.â
The minute her lips wrap around your sensitive nipples you canât help it anymore. Your back arches into her, and you can tell it spurs her on. âGod.â You curse.
âOnly God-like.â She corrects and you groan at her poor joke.
âUnbelievable.â You complain but the smile is on your features anyways. She rewards you with finally pushing your skirt up.
âSo wet.â She notes and your whole face feels on fire at her tone. âAll for me?â
âDonât get an ego about it.â You retort, but you donât help make your point with the low moan you let out as her finger pushes into you.
Sheâs careful at first, slow, pumping in and out at a pace that you can only describe as torturousâbut you donât complain. You understand sheâs finding a groove with how strong she is.
Finally though she begins to speed up, and embarrassingly your thighs are already beginning to tremble a little as the rhythm she sets causes delicious pleasure.
You squirm under her as one turns to two then to three. For a woman that says she hasnât really had a lot of relationships the way she moves her fingers is just shy of skilled as she alternates between hooking them deeper into you just right, and allowing for more pressure to your clit.
âGod please Kara!â You say as your legs shake around her. Your eyes have been more or less screwed shut as she works you up. The burning feeling in your stomach becoming unbearable as she does.
âSo pretty.â She whispers and your eyes open just long enough to see that sheâs watching you with a look of⊠wonder?
It makes you feel hot under her gaze. âIâm close.â You breathe. She doesnât even meet your gaze, just shifts down the bed.
âI want to taste you.â She says, but she phrases it like sheâs asking you. The small whine that leaves you is mortifying but it seems to spur her on because her fingers leave you other than to play with your clit, and her tongue replaces them.
She hums in delight when she has to physically hold your hips down as they raise to meet her mouth. You try to remind yourself to remember that fact if you ever get a second chance at this.
You could swear despite eating a lot at the movies that she acts like sheâs starving, and you can feel her groan when she lets her tongue suck in a way you swear no other person youâve been with has managed to achieve.
âIâm so close.â You beg her. âPlease Kara I needâŠâ
She doesnât respond verbally, but she curls her tongue at the same time she applies just enough pressure to your clit that it doesnât matter. You ride out the fading pleasure against her lips, and when youâre done your chest is heaving.
She settles back onto her heels as she watches you. âGive me a second and then I canââ You begin, moving to touch her.
âNo.â Her voice sounds a little rough. âJust wanna focus on you for now.â She notes. You frown at her as she gets off your bed.
âKara?â Your voice feels small now as the thought of her leaving comes to mind.
She turns back to look at you with a frown.âJust getting water.â She says. You feel yourself relax.
âSo youâre staying?â You ask, scared of her answer.
âI want to⊠if you want me to.â She admits gingerly.
âI do.â You say with a small smile. âYou and Krypto.â You add.
Her grin grows. âLetâs have a couple more moments of peace first.â
Dating Kara Zor El
áŻâ Karaâs not shy about going after what she wants
áŻâ She saw you, she wanted you, the flirting came quickly and blatantly from there
áŻâ It was mostly fun and games at first. It's not like she really expected to settle down with the first person she could share a laugh and a drink with. She just liked the way you made her pulse race when you smiled at herâŠ
áŻâ And how you really listend when she talked about Krypton
áŻâ Love hit her like a laser blast. She didn't realize what was happening until suddenly the thought of venturing through space without you felt⊠lonely
áŻâ But now that you're together she's never felt less alone. It's one of the things she loves most about you. She knows she has Clark but if she's being honest she hasn't felt so connected to anyone since she was on Krypton
áŻâ Thanks to you she's even celebrated her birthday with people she actually knows because of course you insisted on throwing her a real party
áŻâ Dates are always a blast with Kara. She loves trying new things and now that she's dating someone from earth she wants to go on all the cliche dates you can think of: concerts, arcades, bowling, stargazing. You name it
áŻâ She brings a lot of spice to your life in general. Normally the situations she gets you into would be terrifying but you know you're safe with your superpowered girlfriend watching your back
áŻâ Speaking of, Kara is so protective. How could she not be after everything she's lost? It's no coincidence that it's usually when she's missing Krypton most that she's most worried about you
áŻâ Clark could not be more welcoming and supportive of your relationship, you don't even know how gratefull he is for you and the fact that you've brought some happiness back into his cousinâs life
áŻâ Karaâs so affectionate when it comes to you, she's always clinging to your side and resting her head on your shoulder or toying with anything from your hair to the buttons on your clothes
áŻâ She likes to bring you back little trinkets from her travels. It doesn't matter what planet she's on, she always without fail sees some random thing that reminds her of you
áŻâ Even after all the planets and galaxies she's been through, soaking in sights some people would kill to see, no place has beat the comfort of your apartment for her, there's nowhere left in existence where she feels more at home
they are best friends
Sheâs In Your Veins â Call Me?
Summary: As the second youngest child to Bruce Wayne, and the adopted daughter of Selina Kyle you have all the luxury you could want. The only rule? You donât put yourself at risk. And that was fine with you, until you saw Kara Zor-El at a gala, and fumbled your chance to get her to take you off planet. But a chance meeting with a certain white dog gives you a night you surely wonât forget.
WC: 3.2k
Authors Note: First date? Kind of. Smut next chapter. Slightly ooc for Kara? Potentially. Tried not to be. Only slightly proofread!
Warnings: drinking! and grief
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You still donât know what you thought would happen at the Gala, certainly not something straight from a movie, but not nothing. After introductions you both stand there as your dad and Clark talk, and when a dip in the conversation finally comes your mother is whisking you away before you can protest.
The only thing you get from Kara Zor-El is a smirk as she watches you go. A smirk thatâs been driving you crazy and youâre not used to being driven crazy. Youâre not used to thinking this much about someone, but now you are, and youâre unsure if itâs merely the idea of her getting you into trouble anymore thatâs making her so hard to forget.
You set up an alert on your phone that tells you when Supergirl does something heroic, and you read all her exploits as they come up. At times you even wonder if you could make it before she flies off, a small pitiful attempt at trying to get in the same room as her again. You almost even crack and ask Barbara to get you her contact details, but then realize that Babs is as protective as Dick is (if not more so) and decide against it.
You almost resign yourself to living with never finding out whether Kara would take you with her when Lois asks for your help with a story about corrupt judges. Youâre happy to help reallyâitâs a focus area for you since you live in Gotham. Deep down you know itâs not because youâre her only choice, or even her best, but because your dad likely said something to Clark, likely because your mom said something to your dad. You decide to take the reprieve anyway.
What you donât expect to see when making your way to the Daily Planet is a small dog terrorizing a rather large grown man. The thing is small, white, not on a leash despite his collar, and barking up a storm. The man is about to snap, you recognize the fed up look he wears, and it causes your pace to quicken as his foot is about to connect with the poor dogâs stomach.
âThink again.â You say breezily, causing him to stop, and his mouth opens as if heâs about to snap at you too. Until he sees who you are and his eyes widen in surprise.
âDamn mutt made me drop my hotdog.â He says and you notice now that the dog in question seems keen on the second hotdog in his hand. You canât help the grin that spreads across your features as you rummage in your purse for a twenty.
âHere. For new ones, and to leave him be, if you give me the one in your hand.â He seems dumbfounded for a moment but grumbles and gives into your request taking the twenty and heading off.
To your surprise the dog turns on you, but instead of meeting you with the same relentless energy he had for the man he merely sits in front of you waiting, head tilted to the side as he eyes the hot dog now in your hands.
âWho do you belong to?â You tease as you crouch down before him, careful of your clothes as you do.
Dogs are nothing new to you, when you were young Bruce had Ace and then Damian Titus, but this one is much scruffier than youâre used to seeing and a whole lot more wild.
You hand him the hotdog which he takes, laying down before you to devour it. Your fingers reach out to pet him, and at first he starts, staring at you with apprehension. You raise your hands up, and shuffle back just a tad watching as he relaxes. This time youâre much slower, letting him see your advance, and he turns back to the hotdog with enthusiasm as your fingers meet his fur.
âYouâre just a big softy under all that bark.â You tease as you pet him. âNow you gonnaâ help me deduce who you belong to?â
Again he merely cocks his head to the side as he finishes his food. You expect perhaps heâll get worked up again, but he merely slouches his chin down to the pavement and lets you pet him with a tiny whine. You should really stop given youâre going to be late to your meeting with Lois, but you donât want to leave him.
Youâre about to make the executive decision to take him with you when he perks up, looking just behind you to the Daily Planetâs doorway as he does. âKrypto!â A rough voice sounds out behind you and it causes you to momentarily freeze as her boots come to stand beside where youâre squatting. âOh.â She says.
You finish petting him and stand, and you see Karaâs eyes widen when she takes you in. âHe must be yours then.â You say, voice shakier than you mean for it to be.
You had thought about what youâd say to her if given the chance, of course you have, but now all your clever openers donât work and it leaves you off balance.
âYou.â She says. You know how you look to compared to her, probably too done up and pristine by the way her eyes flicker. It makes you feel self conscious in a way Selina long beat out of you.
âMe.â You reply uneasily, and you feel the heat return to your cheeks.
This time there is no smirk on Karaâs face, more lingering annoyance than anything else, and you canât help but wonder why. Krypto is up and around her feet in eager circles, and you grin down at the dog before you can help it.
âIn Metropolis.â She adds.
You fumble. âOh! Yeah! Iâm seeing Lois for a thing, for a story really, I mean not that Iâm going to help her that much itâs really just my dad trying to keep me busyââ You cut yourself off when you begin to ramble.
Krypto is now going around your legs too, as if bored, and you yelp a little at the way he makes you stumble backwards a tad in your heels. You know how to recover of course, but Karaâs right there to catch your elbow.
She says something in a language you donât recognize and the dog settles at your feet. âSorry.â She says. âHe usually doesnât⊠like other people.â
Your smile grows, and you can tell that it surprises her. âYou can say that again when I got here he was mugging a man for his hot dogs. Donât worry I paid to replace them and then fed him one. Hope thatâs okay.â
âYeah.â Is all she says. âWell have a good time with Lois.â She gives Krypto a look and heâs by her side instantly. You watch with horror as sheâs about to go, fear that youâve fumbled your second chance flashing before your eyes, so you find your boldness somehow.
âWait.â She stops, raising an eyebrow. âI-I umâŠâ You stop. âIâve never seen you around before at Galas.â You know itâs a weak attempt the minute you say it, but you canât get your mind to think of something smoother.Â
âClark asked. I went.â She goes to turn again and you groan.
âFuck it.â You mumble under your breath, and this stops her in her tracks, likely due to that super hearing of hers. âIâve heard you party in space a bit andââ
ââarenât you some heiress?â She asks incredulously and you wince. âWhat you want to piss off your dad by going on a bender in space?âÂ
You roll your eyes at her, and you can tell that wasnât what she was expecting. âNo. Not necessarily. If I do so in the process than fine. No what I want is a thrill. Iâm tired of feeling restless all the time. Nobody I know will help since theyâre all overprotective. But youâŠâ
You try to keep your expression neutral, plea with her silently, but it doesnât seem to faze her. âYou want me to risk taking Bruce Wayneâs little girl to space so you can have a bender because youâre restless?â
You huff. âNo.â You say. âBecause I gave your dog a hotdog.âÂ
Now youâve earned a smile, although small, but still she shakes her head. âClark will kill me.â She begins to walk away, and Lois forgotten you scramble to catch up to her. She slows just a tad. âYour meeting.â
âIâll apologize to Lois until I lose my voice I donât care.â You hate how desperate that sounds, youâre not used to desperate, Wayneâs donât do desperate. âI know it sounds ludicrous, but name your price. You donât have to take me far! Take me to the closest sun that willâŠâ You wave at her. âAnd weâll have a good night. Then I wonât bug you again. All I want is one night.â
True, for the most part, you think. You only want to test the waters and see if the thrill is enough to set you right. Krypto lets out a surprising noise, eyes staring at Kara as he does, and she groans. She seems to curse, and then debate, and then curse again.
âIâll think about it.â She finally says. âIf itâs a yes youâll know.âÂ
Then sheâs gone for real this time, leaving you to deflate a tad before making the walk back to Lois.Â
Weeks go by, weeks of school and events, with only the reprieve of a month long semester break coming up. You donât hear from Kara, you donât hear about her adventures as Supergirl either, and you gather then that she went off planetâwithout you and it makes you feel annoyed.
All that begging for nothing.
But you should have known, just by her demeanour, that Kara never seems to do things quite the conventional way. When you catch her waiting outside your school you pause, your friends momentarily moving on from you before turning back in confusion. You give them the most half-ass reason before excusing yourself.Â
âFine.â She says as you get near. âOne night of drunken fun on another planet, and there are conditions.â You nod. âFirst, itâs a red sun meaning I canât protect you as well. Youâre absorbing all that risk yourself.â You nod again. âAnd secondly your father never finds out, because if he does Clark will, and I donât want to hear it. Just⊠a few drinks and thatâs it.â
âDeal.â You say. âLet me go get changed.â
You put a lot of thought into it really, usually you get dressed up for a night out like your mother would, diamonds and a tight dressâbut something about Kara tells you where sheâs going to take you that wonât be a wise decision. So you dress comfortably, matching her as closely as you can, and you can tell it surprises her.
âNo heels?â She teases.
âIâm not an idiot.â You say. âWhy do you want me to wear some?â Her gaze drifts away from you as you say it, and you want to believe you see a tint of pink on her cheeks.Â
âI could care less.â She says as she kicks the space ship into gear. You really didnât think this through as your stomach lurches, as you realize you didnât text anyone that you were going out and turning off your phone, and you know then that youâll have to work out the best lie of your life somewhere between drinks.
Kara doesnât talk much, but Krypto seems eager to have you. The dog sliding from Karaâs lap to yours as you travel. She doesnât speak to you, really, and you try not to be offended at her silence. But you are slightly, as your fingers slip into the dogs fur.Â
But itâs nothing a stiff alien drink wonât fix.Â
Itâs exactly the place youâre looking for, dingy but not downright horrible, and filled with questionable looking people. Kara orders for you, finds a table near a music player, and ushers you to sit.Â
You down the first shot, and then the second, and youâre about to down a third when her hand catches you. âWhoa.â She says. âLets see how your human biology handles one before you get ahead of yourself.â You flush.
âSorry.â
âDonât be. Just⊠donât wanna carry you back.â You scoff, because you have a feeling even with her normal strength that it would be easy. âIâm in enough hot water for doing this.â You frown at her.Â
âThen why did you?â You ask.
Her eyes meet yours, twinkling in the neon lights of the bar as she downs her own drink, and she grins just a tad. âA feeling. Plus, Krypto likes you.â The dog in question is currently chewing on a power cable youâre sure matters.Â
âA feeling.â You repeat as you wait for the buzz to kick in. âSure.â
She takes another swig of her drink, and her eyes ghost to the music player. In one easy motion she slides from her seat and goes to it, messing around with it until a disco ball slowly descends from the ceiling and music starts playing.
âDo you dance?â She asks, turning back to you, and without thinking you grab her hand and drag her to the open space. You feel self-conscious about it, the drinks havenât begun working in the way you wish, but you try not to let that stop you as you start to sway your hips.Â
Kara, to your surprise, follows but lets her head whip back and forth to the beat. The drinks are quick to catch up to the both of you it seems, because as the song changes you close the distance between you, and you take her hand and tug her closer.Â
She seems to stop for a moment before giving in, placing her hand on your hip almost gingerly, and moving with you. Maybe itâs the blur of whatever youâve ingested but the world starts to slip away and there is only Kara. Standing before you, blond hair a mess, other hand raised above her head as she moves.Â
And you can tell that she wants to escape just as badly as you do, although you imagine she has a lot more on her mind somehow, it makes your issues seem small. But you opt not to dwell on it, just the shots she hands to you with no care for the consequences youâre sure to feel come morning.
Because for once youâre not thinking about Gotham, or your image, or who may take a picture of you and sell it to the highest bidder. No alien in this bar knows who you are, and that feelsâexciting.Â
âNow youâre letting loose.â She teases, voice a little slurred.
âWasnât I before?â You reply.
âNo, at the Gala you seemed tense.âÂ
You shrug your shoulders. You were. You always are even when you feel in control and fine. You forget the last time there wasnât a bit of tension lingering in your body somewhere. âTense comes with the name.â You say. She hums, but you can see the lingering question. âWhat?â You ask her.Â
âI thought youâd be stress free given you know the fact that your parents are rich.âÂ
You scoff out a laugh, taking another shot before she even offers it. Your head is dizzy now, floaty in that way you rarely allow yourself to get, but you like it. âNope. I mean itâs notâŠâ You wave at her again. âBut I donât know someoneâs always looking at me, and mom and dad have expectations I know I canât avoid, and that feels suffocating.âÂ
You can see a flicker of understanding in her gaze. âClark is the same really.â She admits. âHe doesnât say it out loud, but it doesnât stop me from feeling what he wants from me.â
You nod vigorously, although quickly realize you shouldnât indulge in moving your head like that.Â
âExactly!â You say over the music. âAnd itâs fine because my dad took me in and my mom chose me and I love them both I do, itâs just that I donât know recently I donât feel like me.â Itâs all coming out now. âI move through this rhythm and I wonder if itâs the rhythm Iâve really chosen myself or the one thatâs been chosen for me.â
She falters then, but youâre now too tipsy to notice, so you continue on.
âAnd I feel like I canât complain, because I know thereâs no alternative you know. Itâs not like I can join the family business theyâve made that clear. Although none of them have superpowers so itâs not like I couldnât⊠more like my dad wonât let me. I think itâs because he feels guilty about my mom.â
You say it without fully realizing youâve said it, and you watch as her eyebrows scrunch. âSelina?â She asks.
âNo! I mean yes sheâs my mom, but more like⊠my step mother? Even though her and Bruce are so off and on about it. No, my real mother sheâŠâ You stop yourself then. You havenât spoken about your birth mother in years and guilt suddenly surges. âSheâs just not with us, she got sick.â
This makes Kara stop completely, and your own dancing has slowed down quite a bit. âSick?â She asks.Â
âCancer.â You say. âWhen I was real young. She wanted to raise me normally⊠she would have raised me normally. I mean Bruce was around donât get me wrong, my life just wasnâtâŠâ You canât finish. Youâve spent years in therapy talking about this, Bruce more or less demanded you go and break his worst habits from the start.Â
You donât know why itâs coming back up now.Â
âIâm sorry.â She says, and you can tell that for a moment sheâs sobered enough to mean it.Â
âNot your fault.â You dismiss and turn, seeking out another shot. âDonât know why I mentioned it, I havenât talked about her in years itâs just too hard to. I mean⊠dad didnât really know her like that, so whatâs the point? Heâd just be trying to mourn something he never really had.â
âYeah.â Kara says, and her voice has dipped into something heavier. You turn to her, and frown.Â
âSorry this is a bummer.â You quickly say. âWe can dance more orââ
âNo, anymore drinks and your stomach will give.â She says suddenly, and invades your space to stop you from taking another shot. You frown deeply, staring up at her with pleading eyes. âYouâre already drunk. You probably wonât remember half of this tomorrow anyways.â
You stand there in complete silence for a long moment, you staring up at her, and you smile just a tad as you take in her features. She really does look pretty like this. She already looked pretty at the Gala and even at the Daily Planet, but like this she seems extra nice.
âI wonât forget how pretty you look.â You say woozily. Because youâre sure you wonât. Karaâs green eyes stare down at you, unsure, but light. âI really want to kiss you.â You say. âIs that weird?â Sheâs about to answer you but you suddenly feel your world tilt. âOh shit.â
Sheâs In Your Veins â Prologue
Summary: As the second youngest child to Bruce Wayne, and adopted daughter of Selina Kyle you have all the luxury you could want. The only rule? You donât put yourself at risk. And that was fine with you, until you start to grow restless. Youâre not sure an answer will present itself until you meet Kara Zor-El at a gala.
WC: 2.4k
Author Note: Not a lot of Kara in this part, just more set up! Only lightly spell-checked! Potentially slight OC for some of the Batfam, but not too much.
Warnings: use of daddy but itâs platonic!
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Bruce had never been an absent father, but your mother and he were just a fleeting romance, and she had wanted to be the one to raise you. He didnât push, just remained to the side when you needed the help or on holidays. For six years your mom was your world until the world decided she couldnât be anymore.
You remember the day Bruce had taken you in with clarity because you could have sworn it was the day your world fell apart. A feeling Bruce was all to familiar with. So he swore he wouldnât make the same mistakes twice with you that he did with your brothers. He swore youâd have better.
And Selina Kyle swore the same. Something about your big round eyes made her cave when she first met you, and from then on it was set in stone, you were hers tooâjust like one of her many foster cats. No matter the status of her and Bruce she was there to teach you all the things he wasnât so good at teaching.
They both give you all the love they can despite their imperfections, treat you to the very best at every occasion, and in return there is only one thing they ask. You donât put yourself at risk like they do, you be the one expectation to this familyâs legacy of crime fighting.
An easy request really. Selina taught you how to make a room your own, Bruce taught you how to make a difference without your fists, and so youâre the Wayne family darling. The one that shows up to every gala impressing the public and the other wealthy members of Gothamâs elite all at once.
You smile and wave and give to those who need you and usually you enjoy it. After all, thatâs why youâre going into law.
But right now your handwriting is getting messy, smearing across the page as you try to write down your somewhat incoherent thoughts on paper. Tim told you once that people retain information better when they write things out, and heâs easily one of the smartest people you know, but so far all itâs done is cramp your hand.
You huff at your growing frustration and shove the textbook and your notes away from you and onto the couch. The sun is low in the sky now and the lamps spread out across your apartment flick on when the clock on your tv stand strikes 8.
You tilt your head over the back of the couch and sigh. You know you shouldnât be so annoyed, you like your program, youâre lucky you get to go to the top school around. You just feel⊠restless.
The door opening catches your attention, and you grow tense until you hear the clicking of heels. You bite back the little groan you feel bubble up as she rounds the corner.
âKitten,â Selina calls out to you, âyou home darling?â
Two pet names in one sentence means trouble, and the soft rustling of the garment bags sheâs carrying seal the deal. She smiles at you though, that smile that admittedly makes you cave a little.
She settles the bags over the back of your chair, and comes across the room and around the back of the couch. You see the way her eyes linger towards your notes and grimace a tad.
You know how her and Bruce feel about your school work, theyâve made it abundantly clear their stance on the matter and their expectations of you, so much so that you attempt to stop her train of thought before she can say anything.
âNeed a break.â You murmur as she reaches out and holds your chin. Her nails, perfectly done in their signature claw like fashion, scratch your skin in that way that makes you both melt while also making her authority clear.
âOf course.â She murmurs, but you can see she tucks it away for later. She moves around to your kitchen and pours herself a glass of wine.
âWhy the bag?â You deflect as your eyes ghost towards it.
âWhat if I was just wandering about and saw something I thought youâd like?â She teases. âYou never let me spoil you anymore.â
âYou and daddy spoil me all the time.â You rebuke as your mind ghosts to Bruce. You almost ask her if theyâre suddenly on good terms again, but decide to leave it be.
âYes because you deserve it.â Your stomach twists at that. âI was out shopping.â She finally admits. âFor the Gala.â
You bite your lip but the petulant noise escapes you anyway. You know she catches it this time, and you hear the soft clink of her glass against the marble as she sets it down.
âYou donât usually take issue with going.â She notes.
You begin to pick at your nails, which are growing out and will need retouching soon, but otherwise remain silent for a while.
âJust tried maâma.â The moniker falls from your lips easily as you exhale and twist to look at her.
As expected sheâs already watching you with a focus that unnerves you. You imagine itâs the same look that she gets when cracking a safe or casing a place. Like youâre a puzzle sheâs trying to solve without making any noise.
âTried.â She repeats with a raise of her eyebrow.
âYes, I can feel that way you know.â You retort.
The room falls silent. You get your bite from her, and you both know it, Selina raised you to be witty and resourceful, cunning and charming, just like she had to be. She taught you all that she knows, but it doesnât mean sheâs all too fond of it getting turned back on her.
Finally she sighs. âAlright sweetheart clearly something is eating at you.â She comes, glass in hand, and perches on the arm of your couch. âCare to tell me?â
You hesitate. Itâs not that you donât feel safe with your parents, of course you do, you just donât know how to tell them whatâs eating at you. On paper you have no reason to complain. For all your wealth and status all you have to do is show up and be a contributing member of societyâsomething thatâs easy for you given you care.
But lately itâs just the same old same old day in and day out. Another event where you charm and schmooze and smile for the cameras back straight and chin held high. You feel no excitement⊠no adrenaline.
Itâs made worse by the fact that you know your various siblings do. Just like your dad and your mom theyâre out there fighting crime, getting up to no good on occasion, they get to feel an actual thrill while youâŠ
âDarling.â Her voice cuts through. âTalk to me please.â
âI just feel restless.â You finally concede.
âRestless.â She murmurs.
You toss her a look. âOh come on! You know what I mean. You go out andâŠâ You wave your hand at her and it causes her to smirk. âYou all do while Iâm stuck here!â
She frowns. âYouâve never wished to do what your dad or the others do, or even what I do.â You can tell by the way her voice dips that even if you expressed wanting to stir up trouble like she does that she wonât allow it.
We just want better for you.
âAnd I donât I justâŠâ You canât finish. You donât know what you want, or what would stop this feeling.
She sighs, moving your notes out of the way as she shifts down onto the couch so that sheâs closer to you. She tucks your hair behind your ear. âI know the feeling, trust me I do, but itâs normal. Everyone gets a little restless, a little bit in a rut, it doesnât mean you have to upend everything mhm?â
âAnd if I wanted to?â You whisper.
She sighs and her touch falls to grip your chin again but this time the touch is stern. âKitten doing so sounds good until you actually do so. Upending your life always comes with consequences. Just lets start with something simple. Iâll talk to your fatherââ
ââDaddyâs idea of distraction is not what I want. Heâll either recommend solitude and reflection or a series of âtasksâ designed to keep me busy.â
She snorts at this. âFine. I wonât talk to him just yet, although youâll have to at some point, and in the meantime Iâll think of something. Just donât do anything brash.â She leans in and kisses your head.
âComing from you.â You grumble and she tosses you a look that says sheâll allow just that one to slide but no more.
âYes, but I can afford to be. You donât have the same luxury. Weâre trying to give you what we couldnât have.â With that she stands and heads over to the chair. âNow, try this on please.â
You do and itâs fine, and the restless feeling retreats for a few days as the familiar routine takes over your life again. School and PR event, charity efforts and school, family dinners and studyingâyou barely have time to think little lone feel out of place.
You slip into your familiar bravoâBruce Wayneâs perfect daughterâwith practiced ease. Until the Gala that is. Then it all comes slipping back to you. It starts with the camera flashes as you enter, the loud calls of your name and the familiar questions, most of which are about your lack of love life.
It only gets worse as youâre instantly in front of several other rich people who talk to you about the weather and the markets and all the stuff you couldnât care one inch about, but you schmooze in that way thatâs become habit.
You think perhaps youâre in the clear, the hard part done, but the silence becomes the worst as you stand there flute in hand.
You remember the first time you went to a Gala, you hid behind Bruce the entire time, but he had made sure there were your favourite chocolate cakes being served and even let you eat more than usual. You had hated it, a mixture of boredom and anxiety, you hated how people stared at you, and spoke about you.
But by the time you were fifteen you had found a grove. Helped by your parents you had grown to like Galas. They felt like proof of who you were, and you liked the weight you could throw around to get what you want. Those stares and whispers translated to power.
A power youâve now all but mastered. You know how to make them whisper about you in ways that help you get your way. And at first that fact sent a chill up your spine. Now all it feels is trite and boring.
You think back to your conversation with Selina and you try to think of who to talk to.
Jason would understand the most, probably even aid you in coming up with some less than wise ideas to blow off steam with, but you donât want to bother him over something that feels so mundane.
Damian wonât help, your little brother both too blunt and too practical at times to be what you need, and Cass will likely be similar although a little more comforting about it.
Tim and Steph will surely also relate, but theyâve got more of a âwe can do thisâ type of spirit than youâre ready for. You want messy. You want⊠something just daring enough.
âBored?â You turn to see Dick.
âA tad.â You admit and then smile when you notice his bow tie is slightly skewed. You motion and he fixes it with a sheepish look.
âClasses?â He asks.
âBoring.â You retort.
Dick, unlike the others, always feels calm. Heâs usually the one you go to for things. Not always perfect no, but just enough of what you need. Protective but not overbearing, level headed but not too stern, he usually has the answers.
âI thought you liked law?â He pushes.
âI do.â You reply. âI do.â You repeat more for yourself. âJust⊠feeling out of it.â
He hums. âBeen there.â
âHow do you⊠fix it?â You ask finally.
He laughs a little bit as he turns to face you fully. He gives you that soft grin of his. âUsually not in the best of ways.â He teases.
You sigh. âGreat.â You deflate.
He takes a moment, thoughtful in that way he gets, and then exhales. âWhen I feel in a rut itâs usually because I feel something is missing. It takes time but usually when I figure out whatâs missing I also figure out how to fix it.â He gives your shoulder a squeeze as Barbara calls to him. âYouâll be fine.â He stresses. âWeâre all here if you need us.â
âThanks Dickie.â You say as you turn and take another glass of champagne off the tray.
What were you missing exactly? Not money, not status, not direction. You were missing action, excitement, but what would give you that exactly? Going out and getting wasted on table tops feels cliche for a rich manâs daughter.
Your eyes trail around the room, and rest on your father, and to your surprise Clark. Heâs got his notebook out like heâs taking notes for an article, and usually thatâd peak your interest. If it werenât for the woman beside him.
Sheâs around your age, and beautiful. So beautiful you grip almost slips from your glass.
It doesnât take you long to know who she is. She shares just enough similarities between Clark for it to be obvious. Kara Zor-El, cousin to Clark and the only other known Kryptonian.
You get a wicked idea before you can refrain. Youâve heard your dad mumble about how unruly she is, about how her off world partying frustrates Clark to no end, and itâs like a neon sign erupts above her head.
Your feet are moving before you can stop them, until youâre beside your dad and extending your hand to her. She seems surprised at first, before she allows a small smile to erupt across her features.
âIâm (y/n) Wayne.â You say.
âKara.â She replies voice smooth.
When her hand glides into your own you suddenly know. Sheâs exactly what you need.
