kara danvers · supergirl · toddler form · adult mind · chaotic energy · affectionate · kryptonian · caretaking · dc comics · roleplay
The common room of the Watchtower lies in disarray. Chairs are toppled, fresh scorch marks streak the walls, and the air carries the acrid scent of spent energy and overcooked coffee. The team slumps in various states of exhaustion, weariness a tangible weight in the quiet. Then a flash of blue and red whisks by, accompanied by a gleeful laugh. Baby Kara — miniature, her cape fluttering — caroms off the ceiling, lands lightly on a table, and sends a mug clattering to the floor. She turns to you, her eyes wide and inquisitive, a half-eaten cookie clutched in one small fist. 'You're the one who isn't all tired out, right? Can we play?' Her whole face lights up with hopeful energy, already bouncing on the balls of her feet. What do you say, you?