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More art. This time by the talented Mikezzzzz
This is more inline with the type of costume Kara has for this fic.
Building off from the silly New 52 costume, with some added some amazonian/wonder woman inspired bracelets and a skirt/pteruge
The air in Lena Luthor's office felt like it had thickened into a tangible weight as Kara sat rigid in the plush leather chair. The sleek expanse of the room, towering windows framing Metropolis in a golden afternoon haze, seemed to close around her. The security footage on Lena's monitor looped...
The Gotham night pressed against the thin walls of Kara's cramped apartment, a relentless shroud of darkness punctuated only by the flickering neon glow of the city below. Rain tapped a mournful rhythm on the windowpane, a soft counterpoint to the turmoil within her. She stood by the window, a...
A/N: This chapter has some more made up science jargon about batteries and stuff. Sorry in advanced, I write silly stories not totally accurate engineering journals. Please excuse.
From high above, the Arctic stretched out like an endless sheet of white silence. The clouds drifted low and...
A/N: Not a new chapter. But I wrote this little Supergirl story and I don't want to make an whole new thread just for a one-shot.
Had an idea, kept picking at it. Dunno if I'll continue it, probably not. Already got a lot on my plate. But enjoy! This story is separate to the main fic (But they...
Sunlight streamed between the skyscrapers like golden threads, catching on the slick rooftops and stained brick walls of Gotham's downtown. Kara walked with her hands in her jacket pockets, her boots tapping quietly along the sidewalk. The air still smelled faintly of car exhaust and something...
Kara closed the apartment door behind her with a soft click, turning the lock out of habit more than necessity. She paused for a moment in the dim, quiet space, letting her eyes adjust to the familiar shadows.
Her apartment was small and almost empty. A cheap folding chair sat in one corner...
Because she's only been on Earth for a few months and used one of those months learning a third language anyway.
Also I like the idea that she's less articulate when stressed, i.e. her first night in the hell hole that is Gotham
also cause I like pseudo-foreigner Kara and its easier to type...
The apartment was small, but it was hers.
Kara stood in the middle of the room, hands on her hips as she surveyed her new domain. The walls were scuffed, paint peeling at the corners, and the floorboards groaned when she shifted her weight. A heavy, cast-iron radiator sat against the far wall...
Metropolis stretched around Kara like a canyon of steel and glass, towering buildings reflecting the midday sun, the streets alive with movement. Cars rumbled past, honking in frustration. People hurried along sidewalks, lost in their own worlds, talking into tiny devices or sipping from...
Clark sat at the kitchen table, his elbows resting on the wood, fingers laced together as he stared down at nothing in particular. His mind was a tangled mess of worry and indecision, running through every possible way he could approach the situation. How was he supposed to tell Kara?
Kara had...
A/N: Apologies for anyone who actually knows Rocket Science. But this chapter does have some fictional pseudoscience in it
Science had always been Kara's path. From the moment she was born, her future had been carefully mapped out. Just as it was for every Kryptonian. She had studied...
Themyscira faded behind her, a jewel of green and gold shrinking against the vast blue of the ocean.
Kara didn't look back. Not because she didn't want to. Rao, she wanted to. But because she knew she would return. Often. This wasn't goodbye, not really.
Still, her mind lingered on the...
The first punch nearly knocked Kara off her feet.
She had expected it. Diana moved fast. The Amazon's fist struck her square in the chest, sending her stumbling back through the dirt. Her boots dug trenches into the training ground before she finally caught herself.
A mistake. A stupid one...
Kara followed closely behind Diana as the pair took to the air. Her movement was still shaky and unsure, and Kara had to work hard to keep herself upright.
She found that flying short distances was far harder than she had expected. Going in a straight line, high above the planet's surface, was...
The sky stretched wide and open around them, the air crisp and bright as Kara soared above Metropolis. Wind rushed past her ears, tugging at her hair, but she barely noticed, too focused on staying steady.
Jon flew beside her like he was born to it, rolling lazily through the air, arms crossed...
The city sprawled beneath them, stretching toward the horizon in steel and glass. Kara had seen Metropolis before, flown over it, stood in its streets, but never like this. Never with her senses so open, so aware.
She and Kal-El hovered above the skyline, their capes rippling in the breeze...
The Fortress was silent, save for the hum of machinery and the faint crackling of a failed compound dissolving into useless residue. Kara barely blinked as she reset the sequence, fingers moving with rigid precision over the controls. The calculations swam before her, fragmented, incomplete.
It...
Clark stood in the Watchtower, gazing down at the blue and green planet below. His arms were crossed, his jaw tight, and his usual composed expression had been replaced with something more uncertain. The vastness of space stretched endlessly beyond the station's reinforced glass, the stars...