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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 😇

hey 😌

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 she’s holding Ruthye afterwords before telling her to “walk away before you change your mind” definitely in the top 3 scenes for me.

but I also love the little scene on the space bus where Ruthye tells her “I’m here to find Krem on my own” and Kara goes “that’s not the plan I told you”.

I’m really a sucker for protective/stern woman in the context of platonic relationships (let’s not dig into why lol). It’s 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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𖦹 SHE’S IN YOUR VEINS

— ongoing wayne!reader x kara zor-el

𖦹 DRABBLES

you look good in blue (kara zor-el)

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What would you rate the supergirl movie? I’ve only seen bad reviews😔 it makes me a bit nervous but I should definitely see it before letting other peoples opinions sway me

I’m totally biased but I’d say 9/10 on an emotional level, and 8/10 if I’m 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.

It’s a comic book movie! They’re 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 haven’t already.

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She’s In Your Veins — 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? Don’t put yourself at risk. But your ‘perfect’ life is slowly coming undone, and the only thing that seems to help is Kara, until even that’s put at risk.

WC: 5.6k

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 that’s it.

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There’s very little space in your planner as you sit at the kitchen island in your place. It’s taken longer than you care to admit to get it and your shared calendars updated for next semester, but you’re so close to being done.

Due dates, class times, volunteering, dinners, events, and hours to study—already your life is full. This doesn’t include the things you know will pop up, Wayne things that are sprung on you, and it certainly doesn’t include the time you arguably want the most, time for Kara.

The small blocked off time on the weekends, labelled friends, isn’t 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 it’s that it’s 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.

“Rough day?” 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 she’s still in her suit, hair tangled and wind swept, with a little bit of dirt on her features.

“Kara.” 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. “You’re back!”

She dips her head down and presses an uncharacteristically soft kiss against your lips “Promised didn’t I?” She murmurs.

You note that there’s no Krypto with her this time and wonder how he’s managing to torment Clark now.

You kiss her again, this time harder, and you feel her smile against your lips. “I’m just happy.” You whisper.

You don’t even try to hide the fact that you’re stressed, Kara doesn’t 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.

“Just laying out my calendar.” You say.

“Ah yes the calendar.” She teases you as she breaks away. You follow after her into your home, and watch as she stands before it. “Shit. This is a lot.” Her eyes turn back to you in surprise and you shrug.

It is, but it isn’t, it’s the baseline and there’s no avoiding it. “I’ll live.” You say as you come to stand behind her, hiding your face into her back.

She hasn’t 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. “Mission done?” You say hopefully.

“Yes and no.” She admits. “Kyle and I were successful, but it turns out that things go much deeper than we thought with these guys. But,” she turns back to you now and you almost whine at having to let go of her, “he’s off chasing down leads for a bit and you need me.”

You sigh in even more relief at the thought of her staying, because she’s right, you do need her. After this weekend the time you have with her will dwindle even more.

“Do you have something planned?” You ask, and you watch as her grin grows.

“I have a plan yes.” She replies as she trudges off to your bathroom. “But we both need to look a little more put together.”

You’ll 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 she’s 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.

“You’ll enjoy this!” 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 don’t recognize.

Once inside you see why Kara had told you to wear something pretty, and why for once she herself looks more dressed up. It’s 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 you’ve been to with her you note that they mingle together easily, and it makes you stare around in awe.

Kara doesn’t give you much time to take in the scenery however because she’s leading you into the main theatre hall, and down to your seats. They’re nothing too glamorous, sitting in the middle of the audience, but it’s a nice view. Like the theatres back home the ceilings are high and sport chandeliers, although more futuristic looking too, and you smile.

“This is beautiful.” You say.

She hums beside you. “Yeah beautiful.” She says softly.

When you look over you see she’s starting at you, and it makes your cheeks grow hot as you avert your gaze from hers. “Flirt.” You shoot back, not sure how else to process her statement, and she huffs.

“But an honest one.” 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 don’t recognize, and the thought of experiencing new things usually makes you giddy, but you can’t 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 don’t 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 can’t—

Kara’s 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 won’t hurt her of course, but you gather it’s still enough pressure that she noticed.

“Hey,” She whispers. “(y/n) what’s wrong?”

Her thumb glides under your eye and you feel them flutter closed as she wipes the tears away. “N-nothing.” You whisper lowly, and you’re thankful she has her super hearing. “I’m okay.”

You feel her tilt your gaze up from your hands and back to her face. She’s frowning, but it’s soft like it was in your apartment, and you can tell she doesn’t believe you.

“We can go.” She begins, and relief floods through you at the mention, that she’d be willing to leave right now if you asked. You shake your head. “You don’t have to force yourself—”

“—no I,” you close your eyes and let the music wash over you, “I want to stay.” You assert quietly enough not disturb those around you, but firmly enough to make your point.

She searches your face, and you can tell she’s about to insist that you do leave by the way she shifts, but you tilt your head onto her shoulder.

“My mom played.” You gesture to the cello. “It’s how her and dad met. She was…” your eyes close again as you remember.

You haven’t 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 doesn’t speak for a long moment, and you’re thankful for the space to let your feelings sit. She doesn’t 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.

“She knew more than just cello. Played piano a lot around our house, even taught me some, but I remember when she’d get really into a piece it’s like the rest of the world would slip away from us.” You admit.

“Sounds nice.” She murmurs. You feel your throat bob and you will the tears to stay gone. “Sounds really nice.”

“It was.” You reply your voice the weakest it’s been in a decade. “It’s like when I’d watch her play all I would feel is calm. Like it was the two of us and no-one else. And she’d get so enthusiastic… her whole face would light up, but then she got sick and she couldn’t—”

Your voice begins to tremble, and Kara returns the pressure in your held hands now. “You’re okay.” She promises. “I’ve got you.”

You sag into her shoulder more. “I like that you brought me.” You admit to her. “I 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 I’ve let her down.”

You feel Kara’s 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.

“I don’t think you have.” She finally responds. “I don’t think she’d care about the technicalities, just that you’re here and you’re happy, and she’s not really gone because your life is her soul unfurling into the future.”

You stop. She says it with such a thickness to her voice that it catches you by surprise. You know it’s not her own words then, by the way she almost recites them, but you’re not sure who they come from.

“I didn’t think about it like that.” You admit softly, and kiss her shoulder even though she won’t necessarily feel it. “She would have liked you.” You admit.

“You’ve only known me a few months.” 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.

“What can I say you grow on people quick.” 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 don’t speak, but for once the silence feels comfortable. When you’re 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 ship’s window, Kara’s arms wrapped securely around you, all you can think about is wanting to never leave this moment.

Thinking about it doesn’t make it come true, and you’re sure whoever peddles manifestation is just super lucky, because come Monday you’re sitting in class.

Your head is swimming at the information before you, and as always you’re reminded that classes are getting progressively harder with each new semester. Even doing all the readings ahead of time doesn’t feel like enough right now.

You’re glad for the distraction when you feel your phone buzz. You don’t even need to look to know it’s her.

Classes okay?

You debate fibbing completely, but decide on the middle ground, stressful. It’s easy, it’s honest, but it doesn’t tell her how lost you feel. You see the bubble rise as she types, but you don’t want a follow up question. How’s the super hero stuff?

The bubble vanishes and then reappears. A picture comes in, Kara’s feet dangling off a building as Clark fights something in the distance. You snort.

He won’t let me help.

You mean he won’t let you beat the thing up.

Same thing. Taking forever.

A moment passes as you think of what you want to tell her.

Now he’s stuck inside it. Gotta go. Have a good rest of your day babe.

Your heart flutters at the pet-name.

Don’t get hurt, you reply.

“Miss Wayne.” Your head jerks up, and your neck and face grow warm when you see everyone starting back at you.

“Sorry, yes?” 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.

“Well Miss Wayne? Care to enlighten us?”

“No, sorry, I don’t know.” 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. “Please stay for a moment.” She says after the others have filed out.

“I’m sorry.” You say pathetically. “For being distracted. It won’t happen again professor.” She’s watching you in the same way you find Bruce does, and you hate it.

“Won’t it?” She says, and it feels like a slap. You open your mouth and then close it. “When you first started this program you were easily our brightest student, everyday I could see your drive and passion, but lately it’s been missing.”

You look away from her. “I don’t know why. I’m sorry.”

She takes a breath. “You don’t need to be sorry (y/n), sometimes the things we want from life change, but I am concerned about you. If your heart isn’t in this any longer than you don’t need to force yourself to finish law school. Just… think about it. You’d be amazing at anything you do, and it should be something you actually feel passionate about.”

“Thanks professor I’ll think about it.” You say before quickly ducking past her and to your car. You’re happy for the driver now, as you feel more tears start to come, because you hate crying in front of people.

Your tears aren’t 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.

“Krypto buddy enough!” Kara’s 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.

“Just who I needed.” 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. She’s 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. “You’ve been crying.” She says, and you huff. “Classes not go well?” You shake your head as you put down your things.

“I can’t… I…” You stop yourself as you try to breathe normally. You can’t, and so you merely barrel yourself into her arms.

“Hey, it’s okay.” She says softly. “It’s okay to have a bad day.” You scoff.

“This isn’t just a bad day Kara. It’s another bad semester I can feel it. Professor Stine says she doesn’t think my heart is in it anymore, and she’s right!”

“Then we adjust.” She says simply and you toss her a look as you move away from her slightly. “Maybe law—”

“I may have the money to drop out, but I can’t afford to. Do you know what my father and mother would say? I doubt they’d even let me!” You see that she tenses at this. “I mean telling them would amount to telling them that I’m useless!”

You’re storming past her and into your room now. To your surprise Krypto doesn’t follow, but Kara does. You begin to strip away your school outfit haphazardly.

“I mean I have to be to be flunking this badly I just…” You groan as you finally detangle yourself from your pants. “I’m pathetic and stupid.” You chide yourself.

Suddenly strong hands are grabbing your waist, and tugging you back into her. “Stop.” She says thickly.

You gulp. “I know okay! I know I shouldn’t say them but I feel them Kara!” She’s 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. “Fine then I’ll just have to make you feel something else.” She’s using your place in her arms to lead you backwards and down onto the bed.

She’s quick to remove your underwear and bra. “Kara—” You begin to caution, but she kisses the middle of your collarbone.

“—I’m going to make you feel so good.” She promises as her hands blindly seek out the drawer of your nightstand. “Do you want me to make you feel good?”

You feel your heart pound against your ribs now. “Yes of course I do.” She hums she slips the strap over her hips. “But Kara I…”

She stares down at you, waiting for you to finish, but you fumble. “You?” She pushes as her fingers stroke gentle patterns against your thighs. It shouldn’t make you this wet, but it does.

“I know that look. You’ve got an idea and I’m not sure I’ll like it.” She smirks, that cocky lazy grin she gets, and raises an eyebrow.

“Do you trust me?” She asks gently.

“Yes.” You reply instantly.

“And you know our words.” She pushes. “Say ‘em for me.”

“Green for go, yellow for slow, and red for stop.” You recite. The two of you aren’t necessarily kinky by any means, but after the third week of being together you’ve learned that Kara’s stamina is nothing to mess with.

“Good.” 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. “You’re beautiful.” She murmurs. “Beautiful, smart, and strong.” Her words feel silly to you, your mind still raw from earlier. “Say it.” She says.

“What?” You stutter as her pace increases just a little.

“You’re not going to finish unless you do.” She says and your eyes go wide. “So… say them.”

“This is silly!” You argue and her movements still. It makes you whimper at the way your pleasure quickly begins to fade. “Kara I—”

“You’re breathtaking.” She says firmly. “Come on babe…” She’s back to working you up now, and not only does her pace grow but the force she uses does too. “Three little words.”

You mewl because she’s already working you close to an orgasm you desperately need. “I’m your pretty girl.” You whisper weakly. You’re afraid she may push you to say it again, but she doesn’t.

“Yes you are.” She says. Her hands coming to grip your hips again, running soothing circles against them. “And my pretty girl is so smart. You’re brilliant aren’t you?”

You gulp thickly. “Kara this is st—”

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. “Come on… tell me you’re smart baby. It isn’t that hard…”

“Kara please just…”

She tsks and goes to remove the strap altogether when you cave. “I’m smart!” You choke out, need for release undeniable now.

“I don’t believe you mean it.” She says as she gives you a pronounced thrust of her hips. It has your head tilting back into your mattress hard. “Someone as smart as you surely knows more than two words. Come on show me how smart my girl is.”

You whine. “I’m so smart, I swear, I have all A’s and it was foolish of me to say I’m useless.”

“There you go you’re doing so good for me.” 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 doesn’t even phase her.

“Please I need to… god it’s too much!” You beg her.

“But you’re my strong girl.” She coos down at you, it’s a little condescending her tone, but in this moment you could care less. “My strong girl can give me just a little more right?”

You let out a little sob. “I’m so close please I can’t Kara!”

She relents. “Alright I’ll stop teasing if you can tell me who deserves to come.” You close your eyes, but instantly know she won’t like that. “Look at me. Tell me who you are…”

“I’m beautiful, smart, and strong.” You repeat. Her smile is triumphant as she watches you. The pleasure snaps inside your belly quickly, and she helps work through it until she’s sure you’ve 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. “Promise we’ll figure this out.” She assures, and you almost believe her.

You try to cling to Kara’s assurances for the rest of the week as she’s 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. “Young Miss.” He greets warmly, and you smile wide as you reach up to kiss the old man on his cheek.

“Alfred. How are things?” He gives you a polite lift of his features, the telltale sign of his playfulness.

“Busy 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 she’s out with Harley and Ivy tonight.”

“She let me know.” 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 I’m 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 it’s 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 hasn’t been easy to keep it that way when they’re all more or less detectives in their own right.

“Sister.” Damian says with a raise of his eyebrow, and you’re struck by how much he looks like Bruce when he does it. “Sorry to startle you.”

“No worries little man.” You say as you ruffle his hair. You know he hates it, but he always look so adorable to you that you can’t help it. “What’s wrong?”

“Those cretans are giving me a headache.” He grumbles, but you know underneath his demeanour that he likes them—well perhaps Tim a little less. “You’re home.” He adds. “You’ve been away more than usual.”

You feel your throat bob. “Sorry.” You say. “Didn’t know you missed me that much.” You see his cheeks tint just a little pink at the insinuation, but he folds his arms across his chest.

“It does not matter to me that much sister. Just merely noting.” You roll your eyes at him, but squeeze his shoulder. “I’m going to locate father so we may end this dinner early.” You watch him stalk off with a grin on your features, before pushing your way into the room.

“There she is!” Dick teases the moment you enter, and five more pair of eyes catch yours. You give them a small twirl and it’s met with various scoffs. “Finally tear yourself away from your friends and school.”

You go and sink onto the couch next to Tim. “You say it as if I wasn’t here several nights ago.” You dismiss. “All of you are out…” You wave to the odd bits of their uniforms that lay on the floor nearby. “I don’t have much to do when you’re all out.”

“But we so love coming home to your sunny personality.” Tim teases and you shove your elbow into his stomach causing him to groan. “Classes good?” You nod your head and pick at your fingers as your stomach flips uneasily. You feel your phone buzz again.

Kara’s contact name is merely a dog emoji, an evasion technique that’s flimsy but that’s holding for now. You angle it just a tad away from Tim in case however.

Finishing up the thing with Kyle, I’d be faster if he let me just let me hurt them a little more.

You let out a small giggle at the image. You’ve 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 she’s spent ranting to you about various issues almost always revolve around how beating someone up would have been a much faster alternative.

Can’t 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 she’ll be out of reach again, arguably the biggest adjustment to dating her you’ve had to make, but you know it can’t 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. You’re quick to react, locking it with your finger, and putting it out of reach.

It’s Steph who’s reaching for it, and she pouts at you. “Finally.” She says. “You’ve been so engrossed in that thing lately. I’ve never seen you glued to your phone like that.” You will your cheeks not to warm. Any small sign of feelings and they’ll latch onto it like hounds with a scent.

And even though you, Bruce, and Selina are well past you going off world—you know they won’t take well to the news you’re dating Kara. Or the fact that you’ve been sneaking off world to go with her, quickly having found a way to bypass Barbara’s keen eye. You just know that being honest with them will turn out poorly.

Which means your siblings can’t know either.

“School.”

You know none of them believe it by the looks they give you, but luckily you’re saved by Bruce as he enters. You can tell by your father’s shoulders that he’s tense. You’ve long learned not to really talk to Bruce about his Batman work. He has the others, and he’s been clear he wants you nowhere near it, but on days like today you wish you could.

It’s 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 isn’t the night to push, and you merely go and reach up on your tip toes to kiss him on his cheek.

“Daddy.” You greet with a sincere smile.

“Sweetheart.” He greets, and kisses your head. “How was your week?”

“Good.” He smile is there, but you know it’s only half as large as it can be. You’ve moved past the incident yes, but you know he’s still anxious that the return of classes will cause another one. “I’m fine. I’m liking classes.”

It’s a fib, but you see the relief on his face as he believes it. “I’m glad.” He murmurs as he sits.

The staff deliver the rest of the food and the table dissolves into chatter once again. You’re wedged between Cass and Jason, which out of all the pairings is the easiest to handle. Jason and Cass don’t push, they’re 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 you’re 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 doesn’t show it.

You take your phone out, position it under the table but in your lap, and open. It’s pictures, of men laying limply on the floor of some place, with Kara’s short comment.

See? Way faster.

You can’t 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. “Sorry.” You say. “Crystal sent a funny meme to our group chat.”

They’re all quiet for a moment. “You don’t laugh like that for crystal.” Dick teases.

“That was your flirty laugh.” Tim adds. “God knows I’ve heard it enough at Galas.” There are hums around the table and you make a show of rolling your eyes as your nails dig into your thigh a tad.

“You guys see action every night and yet you want to focus on my laugh?” 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 he’s trying to deduce every thought you’re thinking.

“Of course!” Dick exclaims. “It’s the only way we have a bit of normal.” 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 you’re 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. “Crystal get a dog?” He whispers to you.

“No.” You say. When you say your siblings can’t know Jason always feels the exception. Somedays you’re sure he’d take your secrets to the grave with him if you really begged him to. You see his lips lift up.

“So, not friends.” You give him a playful glare and you can tell he’s close to laughing a tad but refrains. “Are they treating you alright?” 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.

“Yeah, they are.” 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 there’s 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 won’t help anyone.

You should have known that thought would invite chaos however. It always does.

You’re 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 she’s only mere minutes away. You’re about to text her, when you feel strong arms around your collarbone and cloth over your nose and mouth.

[brenshor]

Dorks

[spideyysenses]

You Look Good In Blue

Summary: Kara joins you while you shop, and just let’s say one dress in particular catches her eye.

WC: 500

Warnings: just pure suggestive fluff.

You feel the heat of Kara’s gaze on you as another dress slips from your figure. You’re in the large change room of some fancy clothing trying on dress after dress for some party you’re going to.

She had pouted her way into joining you, although she didn’t have to work hard to get you to cave. Time with your alien girlfriend was always at a premium, and the way she’s starring at you now makes it worth it.

“What?” 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.

“I want to see you in that one.” She says and nudges your gaze to one dress in particular. Your lips lift as you take in which one she means.

“Do you now?” You reply.

“You look hot in blue.” She whispers in your ear, and you can’t 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.

“It’s not even the right shade—” You begin to jest, but her teeth move to nip at your shoulder and you yelp. “Kara!” You complain.

She huffs against your skin. “I just like it when you wear my colours.” 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.

“Well you going zip me up?” You ask, and her fingers are grazing along your spine in a heartbeat. The touch makes you shiver, and she laughs softly.

“I’m used to taking you out of your clothes. I kind of enjoy doing the opposite for once.” 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 she’s staring at you with wide eyes and slightly parted lips.

“Kara?” You push, heart thudding as her silence lingers. She takes her bottom lip between her teeth, and her cheeks puff out as she inhales.

“I don’t wanna ruin it.” She whispers finally, and your feel your frown grow.

“Ruin it? Ruin what? The moment?”

She shakes her head. “The dress. I don’t wanna ruin the dress.” You look down to see her hands are flexing softly at her side.

You laugh then and she scowls. “I’ll find another blue dress for you to tear off of me when we get home.” You say as you go to her, wrapping your arms around her waist and tugging her into you. “Promise.”

She leans down a little and kisses you, soft but with unmistakable hunger. “My colours really do suit you, you know.”

You raise an eyebrow as she breaks away. “Does this mean I can wear the suit?” You ask.

She rolls her eyes. “We’ll see how the night goes.”

[soranatus]

DIANA OF THEMYSCIRA In Absolute Wonder Woman (2024) #1

[chubbybuunyy]

18+ mdni, suggestive themes, spoiler free!

it’s early in the morning, the planet’s 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 activity—its been kara’s birthday week celebration and almost every night ended with kara’s favorite drink—you.

you groaned softly as you attempted to stretch but the arm that was tightly wrapped around your naked waist wasn’t allowing such an action. “kara” you whispered, yet your words might as well have fell on deaf ears as the woman kept snoring.

“kara!” you said a bit louder.

“hmm” she hummed, her eyes still shut—partly covered with those sunglasses you struggled to get away from her the night before.

“i gotta pee, and let krypto inside” 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 you’d 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 home—one that was in the form of you and her beloved dog.

“where did you get that hoodie?” kara asked as she noticed the symbol that mirrored the one on her suit.

“on earth, they are big fans of you and your cousin” you shrugged. she didn’t respond afterwards just continued watching and you tried your hardest to ignore her gaze but you felt her eyes burning your naked legs.

“i made breakfast” you tried to change the subject, trying to distract her from eye fucking you.

“mhm, i’m looking at breakfast” she smirked, looking you up and down. your breath hitched but you refused to give in—you needed a small break from her super stamina.

“after breakfast supergirl” 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 idea’s for some of the characters just kept coming to me 😭😭

[spideyysenses]

She’s 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 you’ll be writing more for kara. 🥰

Thanks Anon! ♥️

This site simply does not have enough of her on it that I can find! 😪 So I’m hoping to add as much as my brain will allow (a second viewing of the movie will definitely help…)

[quakeismyhero]

goodnight i just love her so much and i love the movie so much i haven’t felt this much joy in so long

[notaddi]

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.

[spideyysenses]

She’s In Your Veins — I’ll 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 don’t put yourself at risk. And when you do your parents are quick to shut it down, but it’s 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 that’s it!

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The first time you stir it’s to the sensation of being carried. “Krypto I’m moving as fast as I can.” Kara snaps at the dog, although her voice is hushed, “she’s fine buddy.”

Your head would argue otherwise. Did you really just pass out? Could a handful of shots of whatever really do that to you? “Define fine.” You rebuke as you move.

You feel both of you sway a little as your weight shifts, but Kara’s grip tightens around you. She’s 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.

“You’ll live.” She says, but her voice isn’t as blunt as the first time you really spoke. It’s 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 don’t regret coming with her. “Yeah no I won’t. Not when…” You don’t finish your thought.

She doesn’t push, and you feel your head spin as you work to keep it upright. “Sorry.” She says, and when you peer up you notice that she seemingly refuses to look down at you. “Forgot that the liquor out here is stronger than on earth. Probably should have gotten you to slow down.”

You shrug one shoulder and stare up at the sky. “I can walk.” You say suddenly, aware that she’s 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 can’t 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.

She’s gently sweeping you up again. “I’m strong remember?” She says.

“Mhm bet you tell all the girls that.” You see her lips turn down. “Or guys.” You amend. Her nose scrunches up.

“No, girls.” She replies. “Although I really don’t—it’s been a while since...” She doesn’t finish, but she sets her jaw in a way that tells you that’s more from not wanting to continue than not knowing how to.

“I’m so embarrassed.” You say. “I didn’t even last that long.” She laughs again.

It’s more laughter than you thought you’d evoke from her, but it easily becomes a favourite sound of yours. She appears younger, lighter, when she does.

“An excuse to do this again.” 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 don’t even phase you because you’re so focused on what she just said.

Did you hear that right?

“Again? Thought this was a one time deal?” You ask, and you can’t even pretend to be nonchalant about it. It makes you almost giddy to have her say it. Even though she won’t look at you while she does.

“Clark says I need friends on earth.” She shrugs and you feel your body grimace at the word. Friend. You’d take it, if means seeing her and getting away from your life once in a while, but it still stings just a tad.

When you’re in the ship she places you on the bed, Krypto hopping up after you and settling down onto your lap.

“I’ll get you back as quick as possible.” She says as she drops off a glass of water.

The second time you stir it’s to the sound of Kara lecturing her dog again. You’re beginning to gather this is a multiple times a day type of occurrence between the two of them.

“Krypto enough! Don’t go out there! I don’t have money for her fancy pillows if you ruin them.”

You can feel your lips lift despite your woozy state, but you’re 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. “What are you doing now?” You hear a huff and you know it’s Krypto. There’s a very long pause as if the two silently communicate.

“I can’t stay and neither can you buddy. I’m not getting caught by Bruce Wayne.” She whispers. Then she shifts you, takes off your shoes, and makes sure you’re on your side. “Don’t look at me like that.” She mutters.

When she’s done you can hear her footfalls towards the direction of your window, but Krypto doesn’t leave your side at all, and you hear a soft groan.

“Come on.” 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. “Krypto I can’t okay?”

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 can’t help but wonder what the hell Kara gave you to drink, champagne never hurts this much. The second thing you register is that you’re 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 it’s irrational to think she would.

The smell makes your stomach churn miserably, and you’re 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.

“Fuck.” You whine as you feel about to heave again.

“That’s what will happen when you drink too much.” Your heart sinks a tad when your mother’s voice rings out in your on-suite. “Shower please and we’ll talk after.”

You wince. “Ma’ma I—”

“After.” 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 he’s the one that’s cooking, although it’s merely a bagel and some scrambled eggs. You don’t 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 they’re doing, and meet your gaze, unable to hold their eyes you look away.

“Morning.” You say.

“Try afternoon.” 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.

“Shit.” You curse.

“Yes, well, darling what did you expect would happen when you went out and drank yourself drunk?” Selina says.

“I didn’t mean—” You begin.

“First of all, lets establish what exactly you didn’t mean to do, because we’re still unclear where you were.” Bruce says evenly. “All trace of you just gone! Barbara went into a panic.”

You flinch at that thought. You know how protective she is, and how fast she can make things happen. “I’ll apologize to her. I didn’t mean to make her worry. Or you two.”

You try not to focus on your own frustration right now, after all it’s not like you don’t know Barbara keeps track of you, she keeps track of everyone, but it grates on you more than normal right now.

“Still didn’t answer us.” Selina says and you twist to look at her before exhaling.

“I went out on a spur of the moment type thing and left my watch here by accident and then my phone died and—”

Both your parents tense and that’s when you know your lie didn’t work. “Try that again.” Bruce warns you, but you’re too focused on the pounding in your head.

Your mother seems to see this, and pushes forward water and pain meds. “Thanks ma’ma.” You say.

“Now answer our question.” She says.

You take a sharp inhale knowing it’s no use lying anymore. It’s quite clear they went the distance and got Barry to look for you.

“I went off world.” You whisper staring down at your hands.

The cooking pan clatters on your counter and you cringe.

“You what?” 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.

“I-I went with a friend to a nearby planet and had a little bit of fun.” You repeat, but your voice is even smaller now.

“I can’t believe you!” Bruce snaps. “Off world?” He repeats. “What the hell were you thinking you can’t just go off this planet without telling me! Hell you can’t leave this planet at all!”

You feel agitation. “You have.” You quip but you know it’s a childish futile gesture born from not having any other come back.

“Oh you mean the times of crisis when I’ve had zero choice in the matter!” He snaps back at you. You know you should relent. It’s not in your nature to really, but you and Bruce are both stubborn and you know it’d be better to let him have this one.

“I’m an adult I don’t need your permission!” You challenge. Again, a failing argument, and one that makes your mother tense. Her fingers growing tight around her mug.

“I’m all for giving you your space, but B is right in this case, you don’t leave this planet unless you have our okay. Given the risk involved in it.” Selina defends, and this makes you roll back your shoulders.

“You’d never give your okay—”

“Yes, because you have no reason to go! Your life is here! Your job, your responsibility, is school and this family! It’s not taking a trip to space!” Bruce’s temper is rising and you begin to feel exhausted.

“I’m sorry okay! I’m sorry I went off world without telling you, I’m sorry I worried you, and I’m sorry that for once I wasn’t perfect!”

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.

“Give us a moment B?” She asks. “You need to cool down.”

He looks between you and her and exhales sharply. “Fine.” 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.

“Well are you happy?” She asks. “Did you get your bit of rebellion in?” You hate the almost condescending choice of words.

“I didn’t rebel I merely lived my life.” You defend. “I’m fine you and dad are just blowing this out of proportion!”

Wrong thing to say because she’s up from her seat and she has your chin, not harshly enough that it hurts, but enough that it doesn’t feel merely as gentle or fretting as it usually does—and you know that you’ve 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.

“Want to try talking to me like an adult kitten?” She says lowly. “Because unlike your father I’m trying very hard not to do the whole overbearing parent routine with you, but I can.”

You stare at her and squirm a little, but she doesn’t let you go, your silent plea for her to let up dismissed. In fact she only squeezes just enough to make her point.

“I just wanted to let go and you know what I did! I went out and I got drunk until I couldn’t walk,” her eyes narrow, “and I danced! And nobody knew me! I didn’t have cameras on me! I didn’t…”

With a tsk she lets your chin go.

“So the plan is to start to make deliberate mistakes to what?” You let your gaze move to the wall beyond her, that feels easier than her eyes, and she sighs when you don’t respond. “You can forget it. Your dad and I have worked too hard to see you derail yourself because you’ve suddenly decided you don’t want to communicate properly.”

“Like anyone in this family does.” You gripe. You both know you’ve got her there, none of you really do, but it doesn’t seem to deter her.

“I don’t know who took you off world, but I do know you’re not doing it again.” 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.

“Ma’ma—”

“It’s not a negation darling!” She snaps finally. “Card and keys.” Your eyes widen. “You’ll have a driver again—”

You tilt your head back and groan at her. “It’s not like you’re not both tracking me through that cave anyways!” You snap.

“Finish your semester without pulling another…” she waves her hand, “and then we’ll speak.”

You don’t reply, and she begins to head for the door. “Oh and you will be at family dinner tonight!” She calls back as your door slams.

“Fuck.” 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.

It’s 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 haven’t 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 ‘the incident’ and firmly believing it won’t happen again. Your life has practically returned to the same as before, and you try to lie to yourself and say it’s fine, but it’s not.

When a month and a half passes without so much as a follow up you want to whack yourself. Of course she didn’t actually mean it. She was drunk. You were drunk. There’s no reason for Kara to want to be around you. She’s Supergirl for heaven’s sake. You may be a Wayne but you doubt that matters to her.

When two months roll around you’ve 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.

It’s wilted a tad, and actually kind of pathetic, and it should embarrass you the way your heart still flutters are the sight.

She doesn’t make a grand show, doesn’t 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 you’re laughing now as he gets in a final rather gross kiss. “Missed you too Krypto.” You say, hand reaching out for him.

“And me?” Kara asks.

You jerk your head up to look at her. She’s not looking at you, but the flower is outstretched slightly as if it’s a peace offering.

“I could ask you that. It’s been a while.” You see her wince at the accusation in your tone.

“Space.” She tries to cover.

“Space.” You echo, not convinced that’s 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.

“Got a little smushed.” She’s rubbing the back of her neck. “So, I heard about the no off world sentence.” You scrunch up your face and let out a huff.

“Fantastic. Did you get in trouble?”

“No.” She says. “More like it was work talk from Clark, a passing comment don’t worry, they don’t know it was me.” You’re surprised almost at the lack of relief in her voice.

“My dad as expected went ballistic, and surprisingly so did my mother.” You say. You shift on your feet and watch her.

“Do you like old movies?” She asks suddenly. “Because there’s one playing and I’d like to go.” Your eyes widen. “With you.”

“You would?” You ask. Now she looks at you, still somewhat guarded, but more open than you’ve seen her before.

“Yeah.” She says. “I would.”

“Let me go change.” You say and go to move, but she takes your arm gently, sending those sparks through you.

“You look nice.” She says sheepishly. “You don’t need to.” You feel your palms grow a little sweaty.

“Okay.” 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 hasn’t 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 don’t comment. When you offer to pay she merely waves your card away.

“It’s an apology.” She says simply. “Wouldn’t be one if I make you pay.”

You’re not used to that of course. Most people, even your friends, enjoy your father’s limitless funds. You don’t mind or course, with them, but this makes you feel… different.

Again. You hate how Kara makes you feel different in a way you can’t 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 doesn’t come close to actually touching you, and neither of you comment on it, but you’re 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. “Comforting?” You ask out of the blue.

She stops as if you’ve caught her in the act of something. “Less overwhelming.” She admits. “Earth is a lot.”

You see her eyes move around the city, and you take a moment. Up close you can’t 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.

“Thank you.” You say. “For tonight. For a bit of… normal.” She’s grinning now, however slight, and you return it.

“Thank you for bribing them to let Krypto in. I was sure he’d cause mayhem but with you he’s oddly… calm.” You notice the way her throat bobs when she admits it to you, and you step closer to her. “And thank you… for saying yes.”

And there it is again, the thing she can’t seem to say, and however much you wish to know you don’t push. Just slowly take her hand.

“I’m glad you came back. I hoped you would.” 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. “Will Krypto listen if you ask him to go to Clark for a bit?” You’ve closed the gap even more now.

“Probably not.” She says. “They don’t really—oh.” She stops when you raise an eyebrow at her, and suddenly she’s leaning down in front of the dog.

She speaks in that language you’re not familiar with, but you can tell by the stubborn look the dog gets that she’s trying to get him to listen.

Finally she sighs. “Krypto buddy come on.” 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 you’ll 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.

“Kara—”

“—you sure?” She breathes as if winded, even though you know it isn’t possible here, and you break away from her for a second.

“I’m sure.” 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 she’s trying desperately to hold back. “Can’t get you off my mind.” She mumbles into your neck. “No matter how hard I try. Hate it.”

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.

“Bed.” You demand.

She’s 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 Kara’s touch is the only thing you want right now.

She stares down at you. “Beautiful.” She whispers as if she hates to admit it and you smile back up at her.

“All yours if you want me.” You tease, and you don’t anticipate the dark look that comes over her for a moment when you do. Then she’s stripping off her clothing until all that’s 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 you’ve never wanted to before.

“Kara please.” You say as her lips find yours.

“Such a rush.” She grumbles. “Can’t I take my time?” Your hands merely come to tangle through her blonde curls as her lips find your neck again.

“I’ve been waiting months.” You remind, and you know you’ve 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 you’re still in your blouse.

“Gonna rip it—”

“—wait—”

Too late. Kara’s certainly too impatient to deal with the buttons and even if she wasn’t she’d likely break them anyway.

“I liked that shirt.” You complain.

“—sorry.” She says as she undoes your bra and you thank the stars it’s saved by having a front clasp. “Make it up to you. Promise.”

The minute her lips wrap around your sensitive nipples you can’t help it anymore. Your back arches into her, and you can tell it spurs her on. “God.” You curse.

“Only God-like.” She corrects and you groan at her poor joke.

“Unbelievable.” You complain but the smile is on your features anyways. She rewards you with finally pushing your skirt up.

“So wet.” She notes and your whole face feels on fire at her tone. “All for me?”

“Don’t get an ego about it.” You retort, but you don’t help make your point with the low moan you let out as her finger pushes into you.

She’s careful at first, slow, pumping in and out at a pace that you can only describe as torturous—but you don’t complain. You understand she’s 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 hasn’t 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.

“God please Kara!” 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.

“So pretty.” She whispers and your eyes open just long enough to see that she’s watching you with a look of… wonder?

It makes you feel hot under her gaze. “I’m close.” You breathe. She doesn’t even meet your gaze, just shifts down the bed.

“I want to taste you.” She says, but she phrases it like she’s 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 she’s starving, and you can feel her groan when she lets her tongue suck in a way you swear no other person you’ve been with has managed to achieve.

“I’m so close.” You beg her. “Please Kara I need…”

She doesn’t respond verbally, but she curls her tongue at the same time she applies just enough pressure to your clit that it doesn’t matter. You ride out the fading pleasure against her lips, and when you’re done your chest is heaving.

She settles back onto her heels as she watches you. “Give me a second and then I can—” You begin, moving to touch her.

“No.” Her voice sounds a little rough. “Just wanna focus on you for now.” She notes. You frown at her as she gets off your bed.

“Kara?” Your voice feels small now as the thought of her leaving comes to mind.

She turns back to look at you with a frown.“Just getting water.” She says. You feel yourself relax.

“So you’re staying?” You ask, scared of her answer.

“I want to… if you want me to.” She admits gingerly.

“I do.” You say with a small smile. “You and Krypto.” You add.

Her grin grows. “Let’s have a couple more moments of peace first.”

[ex-robin]

Dating Kara Zor El

ᯓ★Kara’s not shy about going after what she wants

ᯓ★She saw you, she wanted you, the flirting came quickly and blatantly from there

ᯓ★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 her…

ᯓ★And how you really listend when she talked about Krypton

ᯓ★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

ᯓ★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

ᯓ★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

ᯓ★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

ᯓ★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

ᯓ★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

ᯓ★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 cousin’s life

ᯓ★Kara’s 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

ᯓ★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

ᯓ★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

[mantisdepot]

they are best friends

[spideyysenses]

She’s In Your Veins — 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 don’t 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 won’t 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 don’t 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 that’s been driving you crazy and you’re not used to being driven crazy. You’re not used to thinking this much about someone, but now you are, and you’re unsure if it’s merely the idea of her getting you into trouble anymore that’s 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. You’re happy to help really—it’s a focus area for you since you live in Gotham. Deep down you know it’s not because you’re 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 don’t 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 dog’s stomach.

“Think again.” You say breezily, causing him to stop, and his mouth opens as if he’s about to snap at you too. Until he sees who you are and his eyes widen in surprise.

“Damn mutt made me drop my hotdog.” He says and you notice now that the dog in question seems keen on the second hotdog in his hand. You can’t help the grin that spreads across your features as you rummage in your purse for a twenty.

“Here. For new ones, and to leave him be, if you give me the one in your hand.” 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.

“Who do you belong to?” 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 you’re 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 you’re much slower, letting him see your advance, and he turns back to the hotdog with enthusiasm as your fingers meet his fur.

“You’re just a big softy under all that bark.” You tease as you pet him. “Now you gonna’ help me deduce who you belong to?”

Again he merely cocks his head to the side as he finishes his food. You expect perhaps he’ll 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 you’re going to be late to your meeting with Lois, but you don’t want to leave him.

You’re about to make the executive decision to take him with you when he perks up, looking just behind you to the Daily Planet’s doorway as he does. “Krypto!” A rough voice sounds out behind you and it causes you to momentarily freeze as her boots come to stand beside where you’re squatting. “Oh.” She says.

You finish petting him and stand, and you see Kara’s eyes widen when she takes you in. “He must be yours then.” You say, voice shakier than you mean for it to be.

You had thought about what you’d say to her if given the chance, of course you have, but now all your clever openers don’t work and it leaves you off balance.

“You.” 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.

“Me.” You reply uneasily, and you feel the heat return to your cheeks.

This time there is no smirk on Kara’s face, more lingering annoyance than anything else, and you can’t 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.

“In Metropolis.” She adds.

You fumble. “Oh! Yeah! I’m seeing Lois for a thing, for a story really, I mean not that I’m going to help her that much it’s really just my dad trying to keep me busy—” 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 Kara’s right there to catch your elbow.

She says something in a language you don’t recognize and the dog settles at your feet. “Sorry.” She says. “He usually doesn’t… like other people.”

Your smile grows, and you can tell that it surprises her. “You can say that again when I got here he was mugging a man for his hot dogs. Don’t worry I paid to replace them and then fed him one. Hope that’s okay.”

“Yeah.” Is all she says. “Well have a good time with Lois.” She gives Krypto a look and he’s by her side instantly. You watch with horror as she’s about to go, fear that you’ve fumbled your second chance flashing before your eyes, so you find your boldness somehow.

“Wait.” She stops, raising an eyebrow. “I-I um…” You stop. “I’ve never seen you around before at Galas.” You know it’s a weak attempt the minute you say it, but you can’t get your mind to think of something smoother. 

“Clark asked. I went.” She goes to turn again and you groan.

“Fuck it.” You mumble under your breath, and this stops her in her tracks, likely due to that super hearing of hers. “I’ve heard you party in space a bit and—”

“—aren’t you some heiress?” She asks incredulously and you wince. “What you want to piss off your dad by going on a bender in space?” 

You roll your eyes at her, and you can tell that wasn’t what she was expecting. “No. Not necessarily. If I do so in the process than fine. No what I want is a thrill. I’m tired of feeling restless all the time. Nobody I know will help since they’re all overprotective. But you…”

You try to keep your expression neutral, plea with her silently, but it doesn’t seem to faze her. “You want me to risk taking Bruce Wayne’s little girl to space so you can have a bender because you’re restless?”

You huff. “No.” You say. “Because I gave your dog a hotdog.” 

Now you’ve earned a smile, although small, but still she shakes her head. “Clark will kill me.” She begins to walk away, and Lois forgotten you scramble to catch up to her. She slows just a tad. “Your meeting.”

“I’ll apologize to Lois until I lose my voice I don’t care.” You hate how desperate that sounds, you’re not used to desperate, Wayne’s don’t do desperate. “I know it sounds ludicrous, but name your price. You don’t have to take me far! Take me to the closest sun that will…” You wave at her. “And we’ll have a good night. Then I won’t bug you again. All I want is one night.”

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.

“I’ll think about it.” She finally says. “If it’s a yes you’ll know.” 

Then she’s gone for real this time, leaving you to deflate a tad before making the walk back to Lois. 

Weeks go by, weeks of school and events, with only the reprieve of a month long semester break coming up. You don’t hear from Kara, you don’t hear about her adventures as Supergirl either, and you gather then that she went off planet—without 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. 

“Fine.” She says as you get near. “One night of drunken fun on another planet, and there are conditions.” You nod. “First, it’s a red sun meaning I can’t protect you as well. You’re absorbing all that risk yourself.” You nod again. “And secondly your father never finds out, because if he does Clark will, and I don’t want to hear it. Just… a few drinks and that’s it.”

“Deal.” You say. “Let me go get changed.”

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 dress—but something about Kara tells you where she’s going to take you that won’t be a wise decision. So you dress comfortably, matching her as closely as you can, and you can tell it surprises her.

“No heels?” She teases.

“I’m not an idiot.” You say. “Why do you want me to wear some?” Her gaze drifts away from you as you say it, and you want to believe you see a tint of pink on her cheeks. 

“I could care less.” She says as she kicks the space ship into gear. You really didn’t think this through as your stomach lurches, as you realize you didn’t text anyone that you were going out and turning off your phone, and you know then that you’ll have to work out the best lie of your life somewhere between drinks.

Kara doesn’t talk much, but Krypto seems eager to have you. The dog sliding from Kara’s lap to yours as you travel. She doesn’t 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. 

But it’s nothing a stiff alien drink won’t fix. 

It’s exactly the place you’re 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. 

You down the first shot, and then the second, and you’re about to down a third when her hand catches you. “Whoa.” She says. “Lets see how your human biology handles one before you get ahead of yourself.” You flush.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. Just… don’t wanna carry you back.” You scoff, because you have a feeling even with her normal strength that it would be easy. “I’m in enough hot water for doing this.” You frown at her. 

“Then why did you?” 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. “A feeling. Plus, Krypto likes you.” The dog in question is currently chewing on a power cable you’re sure matters. 

“A feeling.” You repeat as you wait for the buzz to kick in. “Sure.”

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.

“Do you dance?” 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 haven’t begun working in the way you wish, but you try not to let that stop you as you start to sway your hips. 

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. 

She seems to stop for a moment before giving in, placing her hand on your hip almost gingerly, and moving with you. Maybe it’s the blur of whatever you’ve 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. 

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 you’re sure to feel come morning.

Because for once you’re 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 feels—exciting. 

“Now you’re letting loose.” She teases, voice a little slurred.

“Wasn’t I before?” You reply.

“No, at the Gala you seemed tense.” 

You shrug your shoulders. You were. You always are even when you feel in control and fine. You forget the last time there wasn’t a bit of tension lingering in your body somewhere. “Tense comes with the name.” You say. She hums, but you can see the lingering question. “What?” You ask her. 

“I thought you’d be stress free given you know the fact that your parents are rich.” 

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. “Nope. I mean it’s not…” You wave at her again. “But I don’t know someone’s always looking at me, and mom and dad have expectations I know I can’t avoid, and that feels suffocating.” 

You can see a flicker of understanding in her gaze. “Clark is the same really.” She admits. “He doesn’t say it out loud, but it doesn’t stop me from feeling what he wants from me.”

You nod vigorously, although quickly realize you shouldn’t indulge in moving your head like that. 

“Exactly!” You say over the music. “And it’s fine because my dad took me in and my mom chose me and I love them both I do, it’s just that I don’t know recently I don’t feel like me.” It’s all coming out now. “I move through this rhythm and I wonder if it’s the rhythm I’ve really chosen myself or the one that’s been chosen for me.”

She falters then, but you’re now too tipsy to notice, so you continue on.

“And I feel like I can’t complain, because I know there’s no alternative you know. It’s not like I can join the family business they’ve made that clear. Although none of them have superpowers so it’s not like I couldn’t… more like my dad won’t let me. I think it’s because he feels guilty about my mom.”

You say it without fully realizing you’ve said it, and you watch as her eyebrows scrunch. “Selina?” She asks.

“No! I mean yes she’s my mom, but more like… my step mother? Even though her and Bruce are so off and on about it. No, my real mother she…” You stop yourself then. You haven’t spoken about your birth mother in years and guilt suddenly surges. “She’s just not with us, she got sick.”

This makes Kara stop completely, and your own dancing has slowed down quite a bit. “Sick?” She asks. 

“Cancer.” You say. “When I was real young. She wanted to raise me normally… she would have raised me normally. I mean Bruce was around don’t get me wrong, my life just wasn’t…” You can’t finish. You’ve spent years in therapy talking about this, Bruce more or less demanded you go and break his worst habits from the start. 

You don’t know why it’s coming back up now. 

“I’m sorry.” She says, and you can tell that for a moment she’s sobered enough to mean it. 

“Not your fault.” You dismiss and turn, seeking out another shot. “Don’t know why I mentioned it, I haven’t talked about her in years it’s just too hard to. I mean… dad didn’t really know her like that, so what’s the point? He’d just be trying to mourn something he never really had.”

“Yeah.” Kara says, and her voice has dipped into something heavier. You turn to her, and frown. 

“Sorry this is a bummer.” You quickly say. “We can dance more or—”

“No, anymore drinks and your stomach will give.” She says suddenly, and invades your space to stop you from taking another shot. You frown deeply, staring up at her with pleading eyes. “You’re already drunk. You probably won’t remember half of this tomorrow anyways.”

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.

“I won’t forget how pretty you look.” You say woozily. Because you’re sure you won’t. Kara’s green eyes stare down at you, unsure, but light. “I really want to kiss you.” You say. “Is that weird?” She’s about to answer you but you suddenly feel your world tilt. “Oh shit.”

[spideyysenses]

She’s In Your Veins — 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 don’t put yourself at risk. And that was fine with you, until you start to grow restless. You’re 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 it’s 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 didn’t 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 couldn’t 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 wouldn’t make the same mistakes twice with you that he did with your brothers. He swore you’d 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 too—just 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 wasn’t 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 don’t put yourself at risk like they do, you be the one expectation to this family’s 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 you’re the Wayne family darling. The one that shows up to every gala impressing the public and the other wealthy members of Gotham’s elite all at once.

You smile and wave and give to those who need you and usually you enjoy it. After all, that’s why you’re 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 he’s easily one of the smartest people you know, but so far all it’s 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 shouldn’t be so annoyed, you like your program, you’re 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.

“Kitten,” Selina calls out to you, “you home darling?”

Two pet names in one sentence means trouble, and the soft rustling of the garment bags she’s 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, they’ve 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.

“Need a break.” 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.

“Of course.” 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.

“Why the bag?” You deflect as your eyes ghost towards it.

“What if I was just wandering about and saw something I thought you’d like?” She teases. “You never let me spoil you anymore.”

“You and daddy spoil me all the time.” You rebuke as your mind ghosts to Bruce. You almost ask her if they’re suddenly on good terms again, but decide to leave it be.

“Yes because you deserve it.” Your stomach twists at that. “I was out shopping.” She finally admits. “For the Gala.”

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.

“You don’t usually take issue with going.” 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.

“Just tried ma’ma.” The moniker falls from your lips easily as you exhale and twist to look at her.

As expected she’s already watching you with a focus that unnerves you. You imagine it’s the same look that she gets when cracking a safe or casing a place. Like you’re a puzzle she’s trying to solve without making any noise.

“Tried.” She repeats with a raise of her eyebrow.

“Yes, I can feel that way you know.” 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 doesn’t mean she’s all too fond of it getting turned back on her.

Finally she sighs. “Alright sweetheart clearly something is eating at you.” She comes, glass in hand, and perches on the arm of your couch. “Care to tell me?”

You hesitate. It’s not that you don’t feel safe with your parents, of course you do, you just don’t know how to tell them what’s 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 society—something that’s easy for you given you care.

But lately it’s 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.

It’s made worse by the fact that you know your various siblings do. Just like your dad and your mom they’re out there fighting crime, getting up to no good on occasion, they get to feel an actual thrill while you…

“Darling.” Her voice cuts through. “Talk to me please.”

“I just feel restless.” You finally concede.

“Restless.” She murmurs.

You toss her a look. “Oh come on! You know what I mean. You go out and…” You wave your hand at her and it causes her to smirk. “You all do while I’m stuck here!”

She frowns. “You’ve never wished to do what your dad or the others do, or even what I do.” You can tell by the way her voice dips that even if you expressed wanting to stir up trouble like she does that she won’t allow it.

We just want better for you.

“And I don’t I just…” You can’t finish. You don’t 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 she’s closer to you. She tucks your hair behind your ear. “I know the feeling, trust me I do, but it’s normal. Everyone gets a little restless, a little bit in a rut, it doesn’t mean you have to upend everything mhm?”

“And if I wanted to?” You whisper.

She sighs and her touch falls to grip your chin again but this time the touch is stern. “Kitten doing so sounds good until you actually do so. Upending your life always comes with consequences. Just lets start with something simple. I’ll talk to your father—”

“—Daddy’s idea of distraction is not what I want. He’ll either recommend solitude and reflection or a series of ‘tasks’ designed to keep me busy.”

She snorts at this. “Fine. I won’t talk to him just yet, although you’ll have to at some point, and in the meantime I’ll think of something. Just don’t do anything brash.” She leans in and kisses your head.

“Coming from you.” You grumble and she tosses you a look that says she’ll allow just that one to slide but no more.

“Yes, but I can afford to be. You don’t have the same luxury. We’re trying to give you what we couldn’t have.” With that she stands and heads over to the chair. “Now, try this on please.”

You do and it’s 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 studying—you barely have time to think little lone feel out of place.

You slip into your familiar bravo—Bruce Wayne’s perfect daughter—with 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 you’re instantly in front of several other rich people who talk to you about the weather and the markets and all the stuff you couldn’t care one inch about, but you schmooze in that way that’s become habit.

You think perhaps you’re 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 you’ve 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 don’t want to bother him over something that feels so mundane.

Damian won’t 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 they’ve got more of a ‘we can do this’ type of spirit than you’re ready for. You want messy. You want… something just daring enough.

“Bored?” You turn to see Dick.

“A tad.” You admit and then smile when you notice his bow tie is slightly skewed. You motion and he fixes it with a sheepish look.

“Classes?” He asks.

“Boring.” You retort.

Dick, unlike the others, always feels calm. He’s 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.

“I thought you liked law?” He pushes.

“I do.” You reply. “I do.” You repeat more for yourself. “Just… feeling out of it.”

He hums. “Been there.”

“How do you… fix it?” You ask finally.

He laughs a little bit as he turns to face you fully. He gives you that soft grin of his. “Usually not in the best of ways.” He teases.

You sigh. “Great.” You deflate.

He takes a moment, thoughtful in that way he gets, and then exhales. “When I feel in a rut it’s usually because I feel something is missing. It takes time but usually when I figure out what’s missing I also figure out how to fix it.” He gives your shoulder a squeeze as Barbara calls to him. “You’ll be fine.” He stresses. “We’re all here if you need us.”

“Thanks Dickie.” 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 man’s daughter.

Your eyes trail around the room, and rest on your father, and to your surprise Clark. He’s got his notebook out like he’s taking notes for an article, and usually that’d peak your interest. If it weren’t for the woman beside him.

She’s around your age, and beautiful. So beautiful you grip almost slips from your glass.

It doesn’t 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. You’ve heard your dad mumble about how unruly she is, about how her off world partying frustrates Clark to no end, and it’s like a neon sign erupts above her head.

Your feet are moving before you can stop them, until you’re 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.

“I’m (y/n) Wayne.” You say.

“Kara.” She replies voice smooth.

When her hand glides into your own you suddenly know. She’s exactly what you need.