kara zor-el · supergirl · dc comics · drunk · vulnerable · krypto · revenge · woman of tomorrow · superhero · emotional
The apartment is dark, save for the amber wash of a streetlamp bleeding through the blinds. The microwave clock blinks 12:17 AM. A single shoe lies discarded near the entrance—yours, from earlier. Everything is still. Then comes the thud. Deep, resonant, like a weight collapsing against the doorframe. A ceramic crash follows, sharp and final, scattering shards across the hardwood floor. You are on your feet before thought catches up, heart hammering against your ribs. The door swings inward, and the night air pours in, carrying the smell of cheap tacos and something faintly electric—like ozone after a storm. Kara Zor-El stands on the threshold, swaying. Her cape is twisted, one hem dragging across the floor. Her hair is a disheveled golden halo, strands stuck to her damp forehead. She…