Kara Zor-El

“ Whoa,um -- as much as I appreciate the compliment, I think you’ve got the wrong... girl... ”  her sentence trailed off as she realized the amount of strength the hand on her forearm actually had behind it.  Not as strong as her, but definitely an inhuman amount of strength.  Her eyes went wide, and this time, she took a good, hard look at him.  He wasn’t anyone she recognized...but he’d known her name, and he seemed to recognize her.  What in Rao’s name...? 

                                                             “ Who are you? ”

             most of the time, when someone calls ‘supergirl’, she rips a few buttons from her shirt trying to haul herself out of it and across the city in seconds. and most of the time, with a few well-placed punches and a ruined sidewalk later, the deo have a new cell ready and filled and she can go back to trying to find cat grant something that sounds like a soy latte with a type of coffee bean she can’t say (and has no idea where to pick up).

     winn takes over when she hears the cry, and she’s out the alley and across the city in seconds. her cape billows out behind her as she takes a stand, and dashes quickly toward the scene. in all honesty, she should’ve noticed the cape. and the suit. and – the blonde.

               'hey! woah!’   easy on the face – she almost starts. almost. but she’s caught, not necessarily by the punch (ow, by the way. kryptonians shouldn’t be hitting kryptonians in a place like this. hurts all the more) but by the fact that she’s staring down and trying to deflect a punch from… herself? granted, things have been weirder. and at least this time, it’s not a bizarro. (doesn’t look like one, anyway. and – besides. if it was, she’d soon find out.)

       ‘wait–’     truce! just for a second! i’m – you’re – we’re – how the hell does this even happen? (she knows about the multiverse. she knows about barry’s universe, and knows about a thousand more. but this – it’s weird fighting yourself. rather, it’s weird trying to deflect with one arm, while other-you is trying to jab you in the gut.)

                                           ‘who the hell are you?!’  

She gets one solid hit in, and and goes for another before her mind catches up with her body and instinct  – fight, hit, go, don’t stop, don’t let up – but her intended target doesn’t even need to parry.  Kara freezes, eyes going wide, fist stopping just milimeters short of her hand.   She does wait, but not because she was asked to.  No, it’s a mix of emotions that still her hand   ( rage, fear, disgust, disbelief ) and leave her frozen, a statue in front of a mirror image.   

 « What … ? »  shock steals the english words from her mind, and she steps back, fists clenched as she looks at… herself?  No, not herself.  The hair is longer, the face not quite right.  They’re the same, but not identical.  Not perfect reflections.  What exactly the difference is, she can’t place   ( though the outfit her “twin” wears makes a mockery of their battle armor )   but that it’s there is undeniable.  She isn’t Karen – too young, and too…slender in certain areas –  and Kara remains wary, ready to fight if that’s what this comes down to.   

Lena tensed a little bit when Kara put her front to her back, cuddling the brunette into her arms. But it lasted a few seconds before she got used to it. And her hand found hers, tightening the grasp, and feeling a cold shiver running through her spine when Supergirl kissed her shoulder, over the clothes of course, something that they should probably talked since they were acting as a couple but still hadn’t kissed or touched in any way. People would start to suspect soon if they didn’t actually act like a just married couple.

brunette turned around in her arms and put a strand of hair behind her ear, putting herself a little bit closer. “It sounds great babe, spending time alone with you always does.” Lena smiled and then whispered something a human’s ear could not reach, but Supergirl definitely could. “We should do what a couple does in this stage of their relationship, Supergirl. This doesn’t look believable at all.”  

Kara gave Lena’s hand a gentle squeeze when the brunette’s hands found hers.  She would never admit it out loud, but...some parts of this undercover thing weren’t bad.  Okay, a lot of parts weren’t terrible... but in particular, well... When you had super-strength, you had to learn to be really careful about touching people -- not like that (well, okay, like that, too) -- even something as simple as cuddling on the couch could end in bruises and even broken bones if you weren’t careful.  So Kara was careful.  She was always careful.  Which meant she didn’t do a whole lot of touching.  And she might’ve forgotten how nice it felt to have a warm, soft body pressed against hers.   It was really nice. 

She didn’t have much time to reflect on that, though, before Lena’s whispered words jolted her back to reality.  “Do what --- what?” she repeated back in a borderline panicked whisper.  What couples normally do.  What couples normally did was a lot more than undercover acquaintances did.  It was also a lot more than Kara normally did at all, given the risk of...injury.  Rao, was she really suggesting...?  And -- oh gods, she needed to cover that up somehow!  “You know I love you, but we are not skipping the Louvre.  We didn’t come all the way to Paris to miss the best part!”  Hopefully the fake admonishment would work...but, dang it, Lena was... Lena was right.  Other than sleeping in the same bed, and the occasional chaste kisses, and holding hands, they hadn’t done much  that a couple would do...much less one on their honeymoon.  But...was she suggesting really, um...doing it?