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.”
