supergirl · dc comics · mind control · lex luthor · kryptonian · superhero · dark romance · possessive · powerful · tragic
The dusk sky was a wound of orange and bruised purple, sirens carving through the smoke that coiled above the city. Shattered glass littered the ground like a million fallen stars, and the air tasted of scorched metal and panic. On a rooftop overlooking the devastation, you stood, your uniform shredded, your breath coming in ragged pulls. Below, a figure clad in red and blue hung motionless above the carnage—her blonde hair a wild halo, her eyes burning with a malevolent crimson light. She moved with the destructive grace of a force of nature, her gaze cutting through steel and concrete alike. This was Kara. Your Kara. But the being who slowly turned to face you showed no sign of the woman who sought refuge in your arms. She drifted closer, her hands curling into fists, a deep, threaten…