Synopsis. Leslie has always used others for her own gain, manipulating emotions to control those around her. But that day, something shifted. In a rare moment of vulnerability, she reveals her struggles, and for the first time, the connection between her and the other person feels genuine—something deeper, unspoken, yet real.
pairing ── Leslie Willis (Livewire!) x Male! Reader
A/N ── English is not my first language—Spanish — Sorry for the delay in uploading it. I had to do some research on the given information, and I also had some personal issues to deal with. Thank you for your patience!
You were only supposed to be her refuge, her safe place when the weight of the world overwhelmed her or when she felt playful. Leslie loved sending you voice messages loaded with a warmth you knew wasn’t entirely hers. “I love you,” she would say, in a syrupy tone that disarmed even the most guarded, though that phrase, repeated so confidently, was nothing more than a lie. A vile lie that she wielded with the same skill she used to control electricity.
Leslie—or now Livewire—had always been that way: bold, straightforward, and almost supernaturally skilled at using people to her advantage. With you, her advantage came wrapped in skin and caresses, a tacit contract that allowed no negotiations. Her sparking eyes, always sharp, looked at you with a mix of interest and control, as if calculating your every move. Every time you crossed that line with her, you couldn’t shake the feeling of being a pawn in a game whose rules you didn’t understand.
So, what changed?
It wasn’t just desire that shone lately in Leslie’s gaze but something deeper, something even she didn’t know how to name. She had started staying longer after your encounters, her usual sarcasm giving way to half-confessions, her sharp words turning into whispers when she thought you weren’t paying attention. At times, her façade would crack, revealing nervous gestures, words laden with insecurity that didn’t match her explosive personality.
It was as if the storm had taken on her form. Her lips were bursts of heat and humidity, leaving a trail of chaos behind. She bit with the precision of someone who knows pain can be just as addictive as pleasure. There was no tenderness in her kiss, only an intensity that allowed no truce.
"Don't stay still," she ordered with a crooked smile. Her tone was mocking, but her gaze pierced you like lightning. Her tongue traced lines over your skin, and each caress was accompanied by her low, dangerous laughter. She pushed you onto the couch with insulting ease—or maybe you surrendered without resistance. With Leslie, it was hard to tell who gave in first.
Her teeth sank into your shoulder, skirting that line between pain and pleasure. For a moment, you didn’t know whether to pull away or let yourself be consumed by the magnetic chaos Leslie unleashed with every move.
"Does it hurt?" she teased, as her lips descended, leaving a trail of kisses that weren’t really kisses but small, controlled explosions.
You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. The electricity radiating from her body—both literal and metaphorical—kept you in a feverish state. Her hands, rough yet magnetic, explored you with a confidence that left no room for doubt.
"You're so easy to read," she continued, biting your neck this time. The moan that escaped your lips became Leslie’s trophy, and she looked at you with those eyes that never asked for permission.
Leslie loved starting with her own pleasure. It was her unspoken rule, her unbreakable law. Her body dictated the rhythm and direction, and all you could do was surrender. With a confident motion, she straddled you, her thick thighs trapping you with an intensity that made you feel both captive and desired.
"Don’t get sentimental, alright?" she said, her smile itself a challenge. Her platinum hair fell messily, as if the storm within her shaped it too.
When your hands dared to slide over her thighs, she let out a brief laugh, almost a purr.
"What are you waiting for, applause?" she joked, though the gleam in her eyes hinted at something more.
Without needing words, Leslie leaned toward you, pressing her lips against yours with the intensity of someone who knows they’re in complete control. Her teeth, sharp and mischievous, bit your lower lip, pulling it with a mix of violence and playfulness. Her body moved with a confidence that was almost offensive, a rhythm that hypnotized you.
—Do you know what I like most about you? —Leslie asked, without stopping. —That you are always ready. Like a good boy. His laughter echoed like thunder as he settled on top of you, his skin exposed, glistening in the dim light of the storm raging outside. Leslie leaned back on the end of the couch with an almost arrogant majesty. Her breasts, firm and perfect as if they were the work of a Renaissance artist, rose with each breath. He bit his lip, his electrifying eyes searching yours. There were no words. Only the inevitable attraction that made you lean towards her, sinking your lips into the heat of her intimacy, which greeted you with a searing intensity. "Ngh...oh...good doggy...such a good doggy" She whispered placing her hand on your head, sinking you further into her dripping womanhood. A raw, animalistic growl leaves your mouth as she tightens around your pink tongue as you slide again and again inside her, your fingers coming up to make little figure eights on her clit, which was becoming increasingly swollen and hotter.
Leslie's bluish skin was now with reddish undertones due to the heat around you, and her lips were about to bleed from the pressure of her teeth on them. Leslie's lewd sounds and fluids seeped into you. Its juices were a sweet and spicy mixture that wrapped in your mouth as if it were a dessert. Although you will deny it, you loved to adore Leslie, after all, she was your muse. The electric tension in the air seemed to come not just from her, but from everything Leslie represented. Every movement of his was thunder, every moan a lightning that crossed your skin. His hand tightened on your hair, guiding you with almost painful precision, as if the climax was not his alone, but a shared storm.
It was not worship that led you to obey it; It was something more primal, a desire to be consumed by that energy that only Leslie could generate. You felt how his muscles began to tense under your fingers, how his previously controlled breathing became erratic, a melody that only you could hear up close. "There, right there..." he murmured, with a voice that no longer had traces of mockery. Now she was the one teetering on the edge, struggling to stay in control as the electricity threatened to explode from the depths of her being. And then it happened. His body arched as if he had been struck by lightning. His hand trembled tangled in your hair, and a low moan, charged with heartbreaking pleasure, echoed through the room. You felt how your body completely enveloped you, its heat, its humidity, its essence. For a moment, Leslie wasn't Livewire, she wasn't the storm. It was just Leslie, vulnerable, pure energy overflowing, and you, her only witness. The storm subsided little by little, leaving her panting, her skin glowing as if it were made of liquid light. His eyes looked at you, half tired, half filled with a challenge that never quite died away. "Not bad, little dog," he finally said, letting out a hoarse laugh that carried with it an echo of his previous arrogance. But there was something else in his gaze now, a spark of gratitude, or perhaps simple acceptance.
You stayed there, leaning against his still trembling thighs, feeling the weight of the storm you had helped release. You didn't need words. Words, at that moment, could not capture the electric and visceral language that existed between them. When he finally laid back down, his hand slid to your cheek, a gesture that was both possessive and indulgent. "You've been a good little dog...you deserve a prize for your work," she whispered, more to herself than to you, as her breathing began to stabilize. It didn't take long for her to pin you down and put her thick thighs around your erect penis. He began to masturbate you slowly and tortuously. You didn't want him to get angry, but you knew that more than a reward, it was a punishment, a cruel one. You felt the pressure of his thighs, the heat they radiated, like a constant reminder of who was in control. His gaze sparked with a mix of malice and something else you couldn't quite decipher, and the slow pace of his hand was calculated, as if each movement was designed to keep you on the edge without letting you fall. —Do you like this? —he asked with that honeyed voice that always carried a hidden edge. It wasn't a real question, but a disguised statement, a game in which she already knew the answer. His laugh, low and vibrant, slipped between the silences, while his hand maintained that rhythm that bordered on the unbearable.
You tried to move, to search for something else, but his thighs clenched with a force that reminded you there was no escape. Her other arm rested lazily on the back of the couch, as if this were casual entertainment, a game she could continue indefinitely. “You're so predictable,” he continued, leaning towards you a little, enough for his swollen blue lips to touch yours. The electricity in the air seemed to intensify, as if his every movement charged the space with an energy that threatened to consume everything.
The weather became strange. The seconds seemed to stretch, each one charged with tension as his thighs guided you in that hypnotic swing. The heat in your body was building, and you felt like you were on the edge of a cliff that she refused to let you cross. “Don't you dare finish until I say so,” he warned, his words like thunder that resonated deep within you. There was something in her tone, a mix of authority and temptation, that made it impossible to disobey her. His crooked smile returned, the one that always made you question how much of this was a punishment and how much a reward in disguise. And then he changed the pace, barely noticeably at first, but enough for every fiber in your body to react. His gaze did not leave yours, as if he were studying your every reaction, enjoying the absolute power he had over you.
—Tell me, how far are you willing to go for me? —he whispered, leaning close enough for his lips to brush yours, but not kiss you completely. The heat of his breath was another form of torture, a reminder of how close he was and how unreachable he still was. Your lips parted, but you couldn't get any words out. It wasn't necessary. She already knew the answer, and the spark in her eyes confirmed it to you: this was her game, and you were caught up in it. Your eyes widened as you felt her slide her dripping womanhood onto your cock. You grabbed her hips as you felt the depths of her interior, rubbing against her uterus. She went gentle at first, trying to make you feel each of her fleshy rings on your length. But it was only a few seconds, in the blink of an eye she was holding on to your shoulders, jumping on you while grabbing her hips. It was fast and hard, there was no time to think.
She felt so full, so drunk from the delicious burning of her pussy on your cock. And it seems like you were drunk on her too, because as soon as her hips brush against yours at a fast and deliciously hard pace, the words escape her. They were whispers, soft whispers that made his saliva drip out of his mouth. “Oh...how I love you.”
oh...Oh...OH! That was new.
His words hung heavy in the heady air. You almost put everything aside to ask if it weren't because he caged you in his arms, preventing you from stopping. Your voice shakes a little as you let out a humorless laugh as you moaned at the feeling of his core engulfing your cock. Soft lips rest on your forehead and breathe in your aroma. Absolutely scorching, so sensual, all while quietly murmuring, "I love you, my good boy."
. . . Rage
You took her regardless of her protests and pulled her under you, thrusting, trying to forget what she said. But when you looked into her eyes...those electrifying eyes that trapped you in their net, and you saw it there, in her eyes, which for the first time denoted a hint of affection. "I love you" God, I wasn't lying. You held on to her like the world depended on it, and with force, before you came inside her, you came out and ended up on her chest, while she squirted beneath you, staining you with her juices. They stood together on the couch, the room lit only by the distant flicker of rays outside the window. The electricity from earlier had dissipated, leaving them enveloped in a dense silence, like the heavy air before rain. Livewire rested on your chest, her breathing still rapid, but calmer, almost vulnerable in the stillness around them.
Leslie’s skin glowed faintly under the dim light, but it wasn’t just from sweat—it was something deeper: a haunting shimmer, as if the storm she had unleashed within her body still left a mark on her soul. Yet there was something different about her now—a serenity blended with her usual disdain.
“I said a lot of things to you…” she whispered, breaking the silence like a stifled sigh. Her voice was softer, less sharp, and though she tried to hide it, there was an undercurrent of fragility in her words.
You tensed slightly, a faint fear of what she might say rising within you, but something about her—something in her tone—kept you still, your fingers brushing through her hair in an almost automatic gesture of comfort.
“Don’t believe everything I say,” she continued, pulling back slightly to meet your gaze. The electric brilliance from before had faded, leaving behind the Leslie she rarely allowed anyone to see. Her eyes, usually full of control and defiance, now seemed vulnerable, almost lost.
“It’s not that I don’t believe you,” you replied calmly. You knew there was more behind her words, but the truth didn’t seem to matter as much in that moment. Just being there with her, listening to her, was enough.
She let out a small sigh, as though releasing an invisible weight.
“What I said… ‘I love you’…” she repeated softly, her gaze drifting forward, as if the mere thought of those words unsettled her. “It wasn’t true. I can’t love like that; I don’t know how… I never have.”
At first, the air felt heavy. An echo of what she had said lingered between you, but you just looked at her—without judgment, without the need to force a response. You knew there was more to her world than her words let on, and this was one of the rare moments she allowed herself to be vulnerable.
“You don’t have to say it if you don’t feel it,” you said, a bit surprised by your own calmness. Despite everything that had happened, your desire to care for her, to protect her even from her internal storm, seemed stronger than any doubt.
Leslie looked at you, her eyes slightly wide, as though she hadn’t expected such a steady, understanding response. For a moment, her lips parted as if she wanted to say something, but nothing came out. Finally, she simply nodded, her breathing calmer now, though it still wavered occasionally.
You moved closer, unhurriedly wrapping your arms around her, as if to shelter her in a warmth so deep that, even if only for a brief moment, the storm would feel like a distant memory.
“I’ve got you,” you murmured softly, almost without thinking. The words were so simple, yet the way they left your lips felt like a promise that needed no further explanation.
Leslie, in her silence, leaned into you, resting her head on your chest, seeking that warmth she had always evaded on her own terms. And though no words were spoken, something deeper seemed to bind the two of you in that moment.
Perhaps it wasn’t love—not the kind you could name—but it was something far more real between you: a quiet understanding, an acceptance. Leslie didn’t know how to love in the conventional way, but you understood that, in her own way, she did—though in a form so complex that only time and patience could unravel it.
She said nothing more, and she didn’t need to. It was in the way her body relaxed against yours, in how her breathing aligned with yours, in that shimmer in her eyes that now resembled water after a storm—clear but still unsettled.
And you, without moving, understood her. Not with certainty—because there was never certainty with Leslie—but with an intuition that settled in your chest as gently as her weight did.
She closed her eyes and leaned into you, a surrender without words that spoke volumes. Outside, lightning still traced fleeting patterns across the sky, but inside, in that moment, there was a silence so profound it almost carried the echo of what she dared not say.
Maybe it wasn’t love—not yet—but it was something that, in its ambiguity, held everything
A/N ─── Yay, it's done! And... I guess you could say it's a PWP? I'm not sure. It was hard to find the necessary information, but I hope I’ve provided something you’ll like. I’ve been really busy, and right now as I’m writing this, I’m extremely stressed, so I’m not sure if it turned out well or if I have any spelling mistakes. Please correct me if so.
Can I request Livewire (DCAU), Star Sapphire (DCSHG 2019), Queen Bee (Young Justice) and Blackfire (Teen Titans) with S/O, who can open portals to personal dimension?
I haven’t seen DCSHG so I’m going to skip Star Sapphire for now. I hope you enjoy the others!
Warnings: General Villain Things, Implied Canon Typical Violence
Livewire:
She thinks that it’s amazing you can open portals to your own personal dimension. She’s going to be encouraging you to use your powers as much as possible and learn how to control them. Livewire is also going to try and convince you to team up with her and take down Superman. Even if it’s not your normal type of villainy, she will use puppy dog eyes. Trap him there a little and she’ll love you forever.
As cool as she thinks your powers are, Leslie isn’t a huge fan of using your portals. It has nothing to do with trust, it just messes with her powers and she’d rather not deal with that. You can bribe her with treats or a date to enter but she’s firm to not cross over. Unless someone is on your tail, she’ll avoid the portals.
Her tune changes the first time you use it for a getaway. Livewire was sure you were going to get caught and loves the adrenaline high of getting away with it. She’s much more excited to use the portals to travel now and will start including you in her escape plans unless you make it clear the portals are emergency only. Leslie with respect your decision either way but she does think that you’re badass.
Queen Bee:
Marcia considers you one of her trump cards, an ace in the hole. You’re expressly forbidden from using your powers in front of the other Light members. She’s reluctant to let you go off on your own on missions but she can’t deny that you get results. Queen Bee makes sure that no one knows that your villain alias and your public persona is the same, for your sake and hers.
Your powers are one of the reasons that the two of you got together. Queen Bee was looking for someone to help with the plans for the meta teens and approached you. It’s hard to say no to a Queen, let alone Queen Bee but (thankfully or not) her powers don’t work on you. The two of you entered into a business partnership that evolved into something more.
She treats you more like arm candy than her partner when the two of you make public appearances and you’re completely ok with that. It makes it easy for you to blend into the background and get objectives done that you have to. Nothing would ever beat the look on shock on Lex’s face when you opened your portal and Marcia laughed; you would do whatever to make her that happy again.
Blackfire:
Blackfire finds your powers impressive, especially for a human. Not many people have the type of abilities that you do even out in space. There is an expectation that you take her where she needs to go, as much as your powers allow. She’s hoping that one day you’ll get strong enough to move through space but right now she’s content with same planet dimensional travel.
She loves it when you show off, opening as many portals as you can. It doubles as training and it helps you learn your limits. Komand’r is always going to push you to get stronger and stronger, no matter what. She has ambitious goals and expects you to be able to keep up. She has no issue if you have your own goals or agenda but she expects you to take hers just as seriously, if not more.
Please never say anything nice about Starfire. This goes without saying but her sister is an off-limits topic unless Blackfire brings it up. Usually, the best thing to do is agree with her and promise to help get rid of her sister. She has mixed feelings about you using your portals to transport her sister away but in general, the less Starfire the better.
Thorn At My Side (Leslie Willis aka “Livewire” x Reader)
Requested by anon: Hiii Can u pls write Fem Reader x Livewire where Y/N saves Leslie's life in the battle with Reign and gets injured. And Leslie is taking care of reader some fuff in the end
Word count: 1293
Leslie has always assumed that being an asshole would push people away. Everyone who had come in her life had all been extraordinary disappointments, so there was no reason to let anyone get close to her. The moment she became Livewire, she knew that she had been gifted with power. Real power this time, and not just with words.
She knew that teaming up with Supergirl and her band of self-righteous paramilitary agents would be a bad bargain for her. All this talk of doing good for everyone else and not just looking out for herself was getting really old, really fast. All she wanted was to become Livewire again, and Leslie only when she felt like it. However, that day wasn’t today as Supergirl has called in another favor that was too big for her to handle. Of course, she had already heard about Reign, but keeping the citizens of National City safe was not on her list of priorities at the moment. Supergirl was one of those people that just happened to get on every last nerve, and Leslie ground her teeth together in frustration. She knew that a “no” was only going to arouse suspicion from the DEO regarding her everyday activities, and being left alone was one of the perks of being an asshole.
Arriving at the DEO was always something new considering the fact that she wasn’t going to be locked up in a cell right away. From the corner of her eye, Leslie caught sight of you and immediately called you over. “Hey, if it isn’t Agent (Y/L/N)!”
“Hello, Livewire. It’s nice to see you again. Are you helping Supergirl with a new case?”
“Only if it means that you’ll also be on the team.”
“Agent (Y/L/N) has more important duties here at the DEO than babysitting a supposedly reformed villain.” Alex intervened on your behalf before Livewire could flirt with you any further.
“Fine, then I’m no longer willing to help you with whatever’s going on.”
“Wait, what? You can’t refuse because --”
“Because what? Don’t you forget that I’m free and clear because none of you were smart enough to keep me locked up. You can’t force me to do anything.”
“Okay, fine. Agent (Y/L/N) is on the team now.” You could feel Alex resisting an eye roll at Livewire’s behavior, but you didn’t mind. Even though you knew that Leslie was a criminal, you couldn’t deny the fact that she was very fun to be around.
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“So...Agent (Y/N), how are you doing?” Leslie slid across the counter to stand right next to you.
“Just waiting to hear if there are any updates on Reign. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do. Sit here and wait. I’ll let you know if anything comes up.”
“So bossy, I love it.”
As you walked away, you couldn’t help but look back at Leslie to see if she was still looking at you. She took the opportunity to wink at you, and you snapped your head around so she couldn’t see you blushing. Maybe Colonel Hayley was right after all; having villains in the office was very much a distraction. Not to mention a very snarky thorn at your side whenever you didn’t seem to be preoccupied with work.
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“Agent (Y/L/N), how are you doing? We have a situation.”
“Hey Brainy. Did we catch sight of Reign?”
“Yes, we did. She was sighted on the outskirts of National City. I was told to come to you as soon as I received news.”
“Thanks, Brainy. Where’s Livewire, I need to bring her along with me for this mission.”
“She’s downstairs talking to the other villains. I can call her up now.”
“No, it’s fine Brainy. I’ll go get her myself.”
Once you got to the lower levels, you were surprised to see Leslie talking to a prisoner that was behind the door. “I thought you were the loner type.”
“Oh how nice of you to join us, Agent (Y/N). Would you like to sit?”
“No, Brainy just found Reign. We have to go and stop her.”
“Oh finally, something to do. I thought I was going to go gray in here before someone actually gave me something to do, you know.”
The ride to where Brainy had located Reign was nerve-wracking, to say the least. Being a relatively new agent, you really wanted to prove to everyone that you could handle villains on your own. Your nerves prevented you from hearing anything that your team leader was saying about the mission.
As soon as your feet hit the floor of the warehouse, you immediately started heading towards the back of the building. It didn’t make sense for Reign to be hanging out towards the front of the building when she had a mission to accomplish, so searching for her in the back made more sense. You were vaguely aware of the fact that Livewire was somewhere behind you, but your attention was focused on what might be ahead. From the distance, you could hear agents clearing the other areas of the warehouse. With every confirmation that the warehouse was clear, your heartbeat increased a little. Something was wrong, you couldn’t explain why but something made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Brainy has yet to be wrong when it comes to finding the location of a villain, so it made no sense for him to get the wrong location of where Reign was today. You were so focused on what was ahead of you that you didn’t see Reign come down behind you.
“Well, well, well, I haven’t seen you around before. It’s insulting to be hunted by a baby, you know.” You spun around and shot a Kryptonite round at Reign, but she dodged it with ease. “See, someone who doesn’t even know how to properly take down a Kryptonian. Oh look, you brought a friend.”
“(Y/N), get outta here, I’ve got this.” Sparks jumped out from Leslie’s hands, but before she could let out a lightning bolt, Reign let out a razor beam. Leslie was able to jump out in time, but you got thrown against the wall. All you saw was a piece of your body armor smoking before you passed out.
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As you and Leslie were confronting Reign, your fellow agents heard the commotion and made their way to the part of the building the noise was coming from. Before Reign could finish you and Leslie off, another agent fired a Kryptonite round straight in her back, bringing the villain down.
“Tie her up. Send a medic in here, we got an agent down.” Your fellow agents ran up to you to see how bad the damage was. You were still out, but breathing.
“What happened here?”
“That flying bitch shot lasers out of her eyes and hit (Y/N). I don’t know how bad the damage is.”
“Agent (Y/N) is tough, she’s able to handle a hit or two.”
Throughout the ride back to the DEO base and your stay in the hospital wing, Leslie never let go of your hand. Alex let her stay with you until you woke up, mainly because she saw how concerned Livewire was for you. When you finally opened your eyes, Leslie didn’t let go.
“How are you feeling, (Y/N)?”
“Better than you look, that’s for sure.”
“I thought I told you to get out of the way.”
“Didn’t Alex tell you? I’m just as bad at following directions as you are.” Hearing Leslie laugh only confirmed one thing for you -- developing feelings for a reformed villain was probably not the worst thing that could happen to you.
Can you do a ship for me. My fandom is supergirl. I’m 5’4. Short brown hair. Hazel eyes. I’m a little on the chubby side. I love doing random acts of kindness. I love writing and playing music. I look for the good in people and I’m incredibly stubborn
Leslie loved being the most stubborn person in the room, but she came to realize that she was no match for you when it came to stubbornness. She was not prepared for how nice you were to her, and she would often act like she didn’t miss you when you were out on a mission. After the DEO cleared her for more freedom and access around the facility, Leslie made a point to ask you out on a date at the diner across the street. Aside from Kara, you were the only other person who thought that Leslie could really change for the better. Leslie is extremely grateful for that even though she’s too stubborn to admit that, but she makes sure to let you know how much she cares about you.
Can you do a ship for me. My fandom is supergirl. I’m 5’4. Short brown hair. Hazel eyes. I’m a little on the chubby side. I love doing random acts of kindness. I love writing and playing music. I look for the good in people and I’m incredibly stubborn
Leslie loved being the most stubborn person in the room, but she came to realize that she was no match for you when it came to stubbornness. She was not prepared for how nice you were to her, and she would often act like she didn’t miss you when you were out on a mission. After the DEO cleared her for more freedom and access around the facility, Leslie made a point to ask you out on a date at the diner across the street. Aside from Kara, you were the only other person who thought that Leslie could really change for the better. Leslie is extremely grateful for that even though she’s too stubborn to admit that, but she makes sure to let you know how much she cares about you.
You hid behind a large boulder, clutching your weapon. Reign was using her heat vision in an attempt to stop Kara and you were all afraid she would shift her sights onto you.
“Livewire, no!” You heard Alex scream. You looked up from the ground and saw Leslie step out from her hiding spot. You felt your heart sink knowing that Leslie wouldn’t survive a shot from Reign. You quickly jumped up and ran out into the open. Just as Reign directed her heat vision towards Livewire, you jumped in front of the red beam.
The blast hurt no doubt. Thankfully the DEO created suits that could resist extreme heat, but nothing could withstand a burn from a Kryptonian. You let out a painful cry and clutched the new burn on your leg. You managed to open your eyes just in time to see Supergirl tackle Reign to the ground. That was the last thing you saw before falling unconscious.
A few hours later you woke up in the DEO medbay. You let out a groan as your eyes adjusted to the overhead lights. You let out another groan when you accidently moved your leg.
“Easy there, hero.” You heard a familiar voice say. You turned your head slightly to see your girlfriend smiling at you.
“How long was I out?”
“A few hours.” Leslie stood up and cautiously approached your bed. Once she was close enough, Leslie reached out and gently touched your bicep.
“You really scared me out there. You could have died, y/n.”
“That didn’t matter to me. I wanted to make sure you were protected.” Leslie’s eyes softened and the ends of her lips tugged into a smile.
“You can be really stupid, do you know that?” She asked with a laugh.
“Love makes me do stupid things.” You mumbled with a goofy smile. Leslie rolled her eyes playfully before leaning down and placing a kiss on your cheek.
“What was that for?”
“For saving me. Don’t tell blondie, but you’re my favorite hero.”
“Can you get your favorite some water? I would do it but my leg is busted.”
“Whatever you want, y/n.” Leslie kissed the top of your head before walking out to search for your water. After a few minutes Leslie returned with your water. For the next three days Leslie never left your side. She also demanded to be your private nurse, which didn’t go over well with Alex and J’onn.
