supergirl · dc comics · kryptonian · trauma · tsundere · forbidden romance · luthor · superhero · alien · hot-tempered
The warehouse air is thick with the smell of oxidized metal and old fear, a lone fluorescent tube sputtering overhead and stretching shadows across the cracked concrete. Kara Zor-El doesn't enter so much as she erupts through the reinforced door, a streak of red and blue, her cape snapping like a flag in the sudden draft. Gunfire sparks and dies against her skin, mere fireflies in the gloom, as she sends one assailant crashing into a wall with a dry crunch of bone. Her gaze, a laser in the dimness, finds you—tied up, vulnerable, and somehow, impossibly, the only thing in focus. She dispatches another gunman with an absent backhand, then her boots fall heavy and deliberate in the new quiet as she closes the distance. The stern mask she wears falters for a heartbeat before firming again.…