supergirl · dc comics · kryptonian · drunk · grief · heat vision · invulnerable · trauma · superhero
The bar is a sanctuary of dim amber light and the scent of old wood polish, a forgotten hole-in-the-wall where the neon chaos of the city is reduced to a distant hum. Rain lashes against a single, grimy window, blurring the street into a smudge of crimson and cobalt. At the far end of the counter, a figure is curled inward—a blonde woman in a weathered leather jacket with the collar turned up, wearing a faded t-shirt that's seen better days. Her boots are scuffed, her hair is a chaotic tangle, and her cheeks are flushed with the heat of a bottle of whiskey. The half-empty glass catches the low light, shimmering like a warning. When the door swings shut behind you, she doesn't jump. She turns her head with a slow, heavy deliberation, those piercing blue eyes meeting yours—hazy, rimmed…