#katekara

[junkdrawerfan]

Sexy HC that kryptonians get stupid horny during the full moon (lots of good sunlight @ night, something something moon dust idk) and go into ruts/heats where they’re extra fertile.

The rest of society is not ABO. Just Kryptonians during the full moon.

[flashandtheholograms]

Make Me Choose

@agreatandhonorablesoldier asked: supercorp or katekara

[thelooneytoon]

IM SCREAMING KARA IS LIKE

OW WTF

AND KATE IS LIKE

OH YOU DEAD NOW MOTHERFUCKER

these two are girlfriends and no one can change my mind

[nancywheelxr]

Lena being jealous of Kara and Kate relationship.

Things have not become any easier in this timeline.

Lena watches as Kara leans tiredly on the back of a chair, eyes closing briefly to steady herself, and everything inside her aches to reach over, to offer a hand, an arm, a heart.

Her ribcage is a cauldron of emotions, each rearing its head from time to time, wrestling for control, and Lena swallows thickly, waiting out the nostalgia to be replaced with a more familiar anger.

Before, though, while her eyes are still invariably focused on Kara, she sees Batwoman approach, a careful hand resting on Kara's shoulder as she leans down to speak quietly, her red hair falling like a curtain as if that would seclude them away from the world. 

Jealousy flares hotter than anything else, tinting everything green, and Kara is now looking up to smile sweetly at whoever is behind that awful cowl, a smile so simple and honest– Lena wonders if Batwoman knows who Supergirl is, if Kara offered her the truth as easily as that smile, if she even waited a day before trusting this woman with her secret.

Batwoman is still talking too quiet for Lena to hear, but she can imagine what sort of nonsensical comforts she must be uttering, white lies, no less, to ease the heaviness off Kara's shoulders.

That used to be me, comes the thought, unbidden, and Lena is surprised by her own bitterness. It's not even true, in any case, Lena has never been the one comforting Kara, it has always been the other way around. Somehow, she still resents the intimacy, the closeness of the two.

"What is she doing here again?" 

The voice is hers, Lena knows, noticing her own question in a detached sort of way. She hadn't meant to say any of that out loud.

What is done is done, nevertheless, and Kara startles badly as if she had, indeed, forgotten they had not been alone in the room. Batwoman, on the other hand, only turns to look coolly at Lena without backing off, one arm still around Kara's shoulder, no signs of ever having forgotten Lena.

She does look like the kind of person who never loses track of a threat.

"We talked about this," Kara clears her throat, and Lena doesn't miss the way she leans closer to the other woman, "with Leviathan, is all hands on deck. That includes, uh, Batwoman. You agreed to this before."

Right. The meeting two days earlier filled with so much tension and thinly-veiled threats it's a wonder they had agreed on something. Lena had not known then what all hands on deck had meant.

It should not matter.

Her feelings– whatever they might be at any given time– towards Kara or whoever she chooses to associate with, they cannot be taken into account, not when dealing with this.

Leviathan is too big a threat for that.

And yet, Lena finds herself disliking Batwoman anyway.

"Of course," she replies smoothly, "I just wonder because while you say all hands on deck, I can't help noticing she is the only one here."

Batwoman is holding herself very still, no doubt deferring to Kara in this situation– which means they talked about this, about Lena, gossiping like schoolgirls, giggling– and Kara frowns, her expression falling. "Oh, well," Lena sees the moment Kara's hand is covered by Batwoman's, a silent show of support that allows Kara to rally again, find her footing. Against Lena. "Flash, Vibe, and Frost are dealing with a situation in Central City, but they'll join us as soon as they can. Same with the Legends– something about souls being freed from Hell?" It's a half-question met with a shrug from Batwoman, and Kara shakes her head a little, "anyway. Black Lightning and Elongated Man are out following leads along with Black Canary."

Now, finally, Batwoman speaks. The turn of her lips gives off the impression of a proud smirk, "so, not just me, then."

Her voice has a metallic robotic sound to it. A modulator, most likely. Lena purses her lips. "I see," she hates the feeling of defeat that burns on her cheeks, cowering her into glancing away, down at the tablet in her hands, "you're not that special, then."

She hears a dry chuckle even as Kara sputters, probably gearing up to defend her friend's honor. "It's okay," Batwoman says, "I'm not here to make friends, I have my priorities straight."

Ignoring the remark, Lena keeps her gaze low, pretending to read some files and pointedly not raising to the bait. It had been a bad idea to bring this up, unsurprisingly. She half-expects Kara to start some can't we all just get along? spiel.

Instead, she hears the tail end of a conversation not meant for her. Batwoman is talking lowly, "I'm here because you called, Kara," so that answers a few questions, "and I rather the world didn't end, again."

"She'll come around, I'm sorry, you know how things are right now," Kara whispers back, and how inconspicuous do they think they are, whispering about like little children?

A bitter, mocking voice nags at the back of her mind, saying it's the honeymoon phase, they just can't get their hands off each other.

Lena ignores it, hating the sudden hollowness settling in.

Louder, she hears. "Anyway. We're going to get lunch."

No invitation. Obviously. It would have been turned down viciously if it had been asked, in any case.

"I'll have someone call you if we find anything," she dismisses them with a careless wave.

Footsteps. The door opening and closing. Finally, Lena is alone.

Closing her eyes and echoing shakily, she allows herself a brief moment of weakness. She breathes in, exhales.

Straightening, she clicks on a new file. There's much work to be done.

[svperbats]

Ya girl is bored and it’s missing SuperBat hours. (Also superbatcanary cause why not?)

When am I gonna see these protective girlfriends back on my screen? 😭

[unknownunseenunheard]

Top five lesbian DC ships

1. KaraKate

2. CissieCassie

3. DonnaKori

4. HarleyIvy

5. SaraNyssa

Send me an ask?

[forceoflegacy]

crisis really is on their KateKara agenda aren’t they

[nancywheelxr]

Kara and Kate getting coffee together while in-costume

"Hello, welcome to Noonan's, can I take– holy shit," their waitress fumbles with the menu, nearly dropping it when she looks up.

To be fair, they must be quite the sight– Batwoman and Supergirl, waiting in line to get some coffee. Kara is pretty sure there's still cement dust in her hair.

"Hi, we'd like two lattes and like, a dozen donuts?" She looks inquisitively at Kate, earning a small shrug in reply. "Yeah, we'll start with a dozen."

"Uh, sure?" The girl blinks, still looking dazed, "I mean, it'll be– on the house, of course, I, uh. Thank you for your service?"

"Not military," Kate grunts and she's using her voice modulator thingy, and Kara bets it's just to sound more intimidating because she's doing the stoic thing, but her eyes are sparkling– she's amused. 

Kara hides her smile. "But we appreciate the sentiment," she makes a mental note to drop by later and stuff the tip jar full. "Right, we'll just– " gesturing vaguely towards the tables, dragging Kate with her as she makes a beeline to the farthest one, nearly at the back and with no other patrons around.

There's even poor lighting, so Kate should feel right at home. “We’ll probably be trending on twitter later,” Kara points out, hearing the clicks of cameras around and shushed whispers.

“Great,” Kate snorts, voice back to normal, “I’m sure Vesper Fairchild will have a field day.”

“We can leave if you want?” She offers, hesitating before covering Kate’s gloved hand with her own. After all, this might be a date, right? It might, but it also might be just two friends getting coffee after kicking some ass and it’s not like Kara is going to just ask and make everything awkward. It’s probably not, that’s just wishful think, yeah, so she should probably– 

Kate turns her hand, intertwines their fingers, smiles. Genuinely smiles. “Hey now, you were hungry. What kinda date would I be if I left you go hungry?”

Oh. Okay, okay, cool, cool, this is fine, this is totally fine, Kara’s got this, no problemo. So this is a date, okay, Kara is not freaking out, not at all, it’s not like she’s been crushing on Kate for like, the past couple months and it’s not like she tried to ask her out a bunch of times before and ended up chickening out every time, nope. 

“I mean,” Kate clears her throat, pulling her hand back and looking unsure for the first time since the whole universe restarted, and shit, Kara took too long to say anything, didn’t she? “We can leave if you want?” Her voice softens, quietens, “and it doesn’t have to be a date if you don’t want.”

That is what finally snaps Kara out of it. “No, no, no– I mean, yes! I want this to be a date! I want very much this to be a date! I mean, let’s stay.”

Kate takes her hand again and it’s been only a little while, but Kara has already missed her smile fiercely. “Let’s stay.”

It’s easy to grin back at Kate, giddy and stupidly happy, like the sun is shining inside her, like they’re the only two people in all the Earths, like she’ll die if she ever stops looking at Kate. Sure, tomorrow there’ll be a thousand comments and articles about their date, there’ll be speculation and opinions, and there’ll be chatter over it for weeks, but it’s whatever.

None of it matters, not when she is here, on a date with the girl she loves, and everything is as happy endings should be.