supergirl

@memoriesofkrypton

Josh hadn’t seen much of Kara since she’d been pregnant. He’d been the one to deliver Evangeline, though, so when it came across all those screens that not only was she in danger, but her daughter was too, he’d felt a pang of anger and worry on her behalf that he’d not had time to do anything about then. The explosion on Liberty Bridge had taken all his attention. He hadn’t been able to save anyone caught at the center of the blast, an image that he’d no doubt be seeing in nightmares for years to come, but he’d been able to heal several of those who’d been injured further away by debris, smoke, heat, and whatever else had escaped. 

By the time he’d seen the news again, the hostage situation had been resolved. The announcement of Batman’s death trickled in sometime afterward. Josh would reach out to Dick, too, but no doubt he had a hundred other people doing the same right then. Instead, he contacted Kara and asked her to come by the clinic with Eva if she could. 

He didn’t have a real shift that and was still too drained for anything substantial. He’d pushed himself the day of the attack until he’d had no energy for anything but collapsing in bed by the time he got to it. The recovery was a process. Still, he waited outside for them, and straightened once he saw Kara approach. “Thanks for coming all the way out here.” It had felt invasive to visit her. “I just…” what, exactly? “I was worried about both of you.” 

The use of Kryptonite had lasting effects that were still hanging over her, although Kara was doing everything she could to push past the discombobulation she’d been left in. Her hands still felt some lasting weakness and she was wracked with nightmares. She woke up with night sweats, gasping, and covering her mouth so she wouldn’t wake up Anton. It didn’t feel like something she needed to burden him with after everything they’d been through. Eva needed more attention. Kara worried about the possibility of long term effects of kryptonite; at her age, she was susceptible to everything, and she had no idea how well Anton’s genes protected her from it. 

She was surprised to hear from Josh, but accepted his invitation without question. His assistance with Eva would always be something she was grateful for. At the time, she hadn’t had many options, and he’d kept her from panicking.

10 Minutes Ago･ﾟ✧

WHO: @thdvlwrsprd & @memoriesofkrypton WHERE: Rooftop, Penthouse WHEN: April 12th, 2021 WHAT: Three Year Anniversary

The bottom of the thin silver band was nestled into its navy blue velvet cushion. Tiny diamonds circled the highly durable tourmaline center stone in a haphazard and seemingly random pattern in a similar way that the stars danced around the moon in the night sky. The band was also littered with tiny tourmaline and clear gems; the stones were burnished into the band, to limit bumping or breakage. 

While the ring was undoubtedly beautiful to look at, it didn’t necessarily look as if it costed an arm and a leg to get. Anton had money — of course he did. 

Money was never the question nor would it ever be, but the price tag was more for its rarity and strength than anything. The detailing of the gemstone sounded ideal, especially for Kara and the chaos that seemed to follow someone of her magnitude. The last thing he wanted was for her to blast her hand through a wall and for the ring to disintegrate under the pressure, so as strong as the gem was already, Anton needed just a little bit more insurance. A few incantations and a hand wave or two should do it.

Polished and glistening to perfection, the ring lay dormant in its bed, the entirety of the box hidden away in the inner left pocket of Anton’s jacket. He could feel its weight there constantly as he moved to and fro between the rest of the penthouse and rooftop, as he set up the quiet, candlelit dinner. He’d thought against it, at first — romance was never his forte, though he had a knack — but after the last few months, something simple, intimate, and over-all peaceful sounded overdue.

His piano sat, uncovered, to one side. A small round table and two chairs were settled more in the center, off of the winding staircase. A glistening, clear vase was settled in the middle of the table and housed a single, red rose. Its petals were dotted with small beads of water that reflected the warm yellow from the fairy lights that encircled the tulle lined canopy. Despite the large instrument, there was a small record player already loaded and ready to play. All he had to set down was the needle. Dinner sat in a warmer he borrowed and champagne chilled in a bucket of ice. Honestly, everything looked perfect, especially with what little star light that twinkled from the dark sea overhead — he was just missing one more thing: the girl.

Anton’s dark brown dress shoes made little to no sound as he padded down the dark spiral staircase; Evangeline was already with Clark, so the penthouse was quiet save for Kara as she mulled about. It would come as no surprise if she already had an idea as to what he had set up, or stole a sneak peak or two, but he’d made no mention of it, so he was banking on at least an inkling of surprise. 

The ring felt insurmountably heavy.

He wasn’t nervous, not exactly, but he didn’t have the usual confident spring in his step. Instead, it felt like he moved through a thick haze or fog, slowly, as if he were watching himself walk through water. Instinctively he’d run his hand over his jacket, over the place where the ring sat nestled in its silence. Of course it was still there — he was worrying for nothing.

Pale knuckles connected with the dark wood door, the piece open just ajar enough to spot an ocean of golden waves. There was the suggestion of dressing up for dinner, nothing glitzy like the gala, but definitely something other than jeans, preferably. He forwent the usual getup of differing shades of black himself, opting instead for a getup consisting of a white button-up and navy blue, textured slacks. His tall figure was framed by a lighter blue toned jacket, a stark contrast to the shadows that tended to hide him. There was no tie to follow the button line down, though he kept the first few open and undone.

When his black eyes met her vivid and expectant gaze, Anton shared with her a soft smile. He supposed he would always be tormented by the role the good Lord created for him and by those who hunted him, but Kara helped to soften the impending nightmares and whispers in his ear — all she had to do was smile back at him.

Anton leaned against the doorframe and fondly looked her over a moment, his affection evident as he regarded her. “Ready for your surprise?”

Kara definitely lived the type of lifestyle conducive to near death experiences - if she were human, that is.

It wasn’t that she was invincible, Clark wasn’t either, but there was no doubt that they were more durable than humans. The typical blasts or injuries wouldn’t impact her the same way they would impact a non-Kryptonian. That meant there weren’t too many things that frightened her. Often this meant she could be reckless, but she was much more disciplined than when she was younger. In fact, a lot had changed over the years. 

That was what was on her mind as she busied herself in the kitchen, wiping away soap suds with a blue gingham towel. There were chocolate chip cookies cooling on the stove that she planned to bring into Eva’s daycare in the morning. She wanted to deliver the news in person about Lucy, thank them for what they’d done for her, and try to comfort them. Maybe they could comfort each other. 

It was a loss she knew they would feel for a long time. Lucy had lived with them for so long that Kara had started thinking of her like she was her own, even though she knew better. She knew Lucy couldn’t be with them forever, but she was content to go on not acknowledging it. The little family she’d built with Anton meant everything in the world to her, it always would, even though she didn’t think she could give up being a vigilante. Supergirl was too fundamental to who she was. And Anton hadn’t ever even asked. The quiet respect they gave each other made their home feel warm. Inviting. She enjoyed evenings they spent just sharing the same space. 

The quiet predictability brought her a sense of peace she didn’t think she would ever feel again. Although they’d had problems at the start, Kara never once believed Anton would harm her. That hadn’t ever been why she’d left with Eva, frightened, and desperate to put space between them. It was a knee jerk reaction that was a bit impulsive, but Kara had been terrified. She didn’t know anything about this strange mythology surrounding angels and demons and gods. Those were concepts Kryptonians knew nothing about. It wasn’t that she was afraid he’d heard her. On the contrary, she’d always felt safe with him - even from the moment they met, when she didn’t really know anything him him at all., though she couldn’t say why. There hadn’t been any compelling reason she should trust Anton in the beginning. While it was tempting to think that her intuition played a part in her certainty, Kara also knew that she’d been taken in by him. His charm. His smile. Even when she was angry at him, it was impossible to not be taken in by just the way he looked at her. 

So she took extra care with her appearance that night. She wanted to see that look from him, the one that made her knees grow weak, and it had been a long time since she’d been given the excuse to dress up. The last time she’d worn a nice dress was that night they danced on the roof, illuminated lanterns hung on ornate, golden beams. It struck her then that their most private, intimate moments involved them dancing together while the world around them melted away. It seemed fitting that the special dinner would take place privately, in their own home. 

The dress she chose was simple. Navy, with two red buttons on the waistline. It was understated, but the only fancy dresses Kara owned had been gifted to her. She’d kept her hair simple, curled and loose, and her makeup was (like the dress), subtle and understated.  

They didn’t have time alone very often. Kara was excited just in principle, because it was something new to their familiar routine. Typically she found stability and consistency to be reassuring, but it was starting to make her itchy for a change. She’d eagerly accepted Anton’s suggestion that they have a dinner on the rooftop. It sounded romantic. Lately, she’d noticed Anton doing things that were more romantic in nature, and she felt a wave of gratitude for him that made her cheeks burn. 

Looking at him, the way he smiled at her, looked at her as if she was any girl and he was any boy, on opposite sides but in love, made her chest swell with a tender love for him. The soft way that he looked at her and at Eva told her more than she needed to know about Anton’s character. He would do anything to protect his family. She would never doubt his priorities. 

As he listened, it became ever more clear to Lucifer that this clown needed to be handled. The fact that he hadn’t been was completely preposterous to Lucifer. Unbelievable. Just from his short tenure here in Star City, Lucifer had witnessed the clown hold a number of hostages in a bloody funhouse to try to get them to kill each other for sport. He had been held hostage at a puppet show, and now one of Lucifer’s own had almost been killed by him. It was time to handle him. Lucifer just needed to figure out how. 

Kara’s words had Lucifer tensing his jaw. “Is there anything to be done about it?” He asked her gently. “I’d offer you Grace, but I can’t… actually do it without Billy anymore.”

Kara shook her head slowly and exhaled, but some of the tension in her body faded as she watched Eva sleep. The slow rise and fall of her chest. “She’s only half Kryptonian.” Maybe it was wishful thinking to consider that kryptonite might not have the same effect on her. She didn’t like the idea of her daughter having lasting emotional changes before she was even two years old.

Anton had just started to lull off before Kara’s abrupt wakening caused him to jump. He could see the tired in her features, though he was grateful she was well enough to move like that - and scare him from a lucid dream. He searched her expression and turned Evangeline toward her, so she could get a better look.

He nodded and brushed away part of the blanket used to bundle her up to keep her warm. “Exhausted, but she seems alright.” Anton reached for her when she started to spiral, his free hand resting gently against one of her shoulders. “I know, it’s okay. She’s safe now.” The mention of Lucy stilled him and he clenched his jaw briefly before he nodded again. “I tried..”

- 

As soon as Kara saw Eva, sleeping peacefully in Anton’s arms as if nothing had happened, they hadn’t been kidnapped, and the previous night’s events hadn’t been anything more but a very strange dream, she felt just a fraction of the tension subside. She still felt weakened by the kryptonite - and strange, perhaps similar to what humans felt when they were “under the weather.” Her nightmares had been particularly vivid.

It didn’t come as any surprise that Lucy was gone, but the confirmation made her expression crumple a little. Part of her hoped that somehow she’d be wrong. They’d tried so hard to keep Lucy safe and do what was best for her, but failed. And Clark... how would Clark react to the news? “I know, Anton,” she whispered, closing her eyes tightly as she reached up to grasp his hand against her cheek. “We all tried. He just...”

“Kara?” Linda frowned in puzzlement when she saw the other standing in the waiting room outside her office. She hadn’t been expecting the other… had she? God, she had that many patients over the city these days it was a little hard to keep track. She really needed a secretary. “Of course I remember who you are.” she smiled and stepped forward, “It’s been a while though.” No surprise they’d hardly had a chance to meet though. The city had been so chaotic.

“It’s a shame we didn’t get the chance to meet again sooner.” she checked her watch, “Would you like to come into my office? I have a few hours until my next client and now I’m back in the city I have the good coffee machine.” she added with a small wink, heading back to her office door, “Unless you only came here to say something quickly?”  

“It’s been a while,” Kara agreed, smiling as she shifted her weight. “I think the last time I saw you I was still pregnant.” Between Lucifer and Anton, she assumed Linda had to hear about Eva on occasion. She was appreciative of all the help she knew Linda had provided over the years. In fact, it was part of why she was here. 

Lucifer watched Kara. There was something haunted about her. Something he didn’t like seeing in her normally sweet countenance. It was that clown. And Lucifer had already solidified to himself that he needed to do something about it. Now he was just working on what so he could bring the idea to Anton. Gone were the days when it came so easy as breathing. Punishment to his mind without bidding, almost. He supposed he could thank Billy for the effect on his mind.  Billy’s solid and pure little soul constantly around him. But it would come. Just required mental elbow grease. 

But that didn’t matter right now. What mattered what here and now. Lucifer nodded as she indicated his little one sleeping. “Anton said she had been having trouble. No doubt from the stress.” Reaching out, his fingers ghosted over blonde baby hairs that he pushed back a little bit. “Is it the same for you?”

Maybe it was a personal question, but it was a valid one.

Kara nodded slowly and struggled not to wince. She didn’t know how impressionable children were at this age, not Kryptonian/Angel/Demon children anyway, and the fear of Eva being exposed to trauma so soon weighed on her mind constantly. The thought of taking her away from the city crossed her mind more than once, but she didn’t like the idea of leaving her family behind. Or her friends. Besides, with NOVA gone, there existed a real chance at peace. 

[ @memoriesofkrypton​ ]

A chair was set up beside the bed. That was where Anton stowed himself with a small bundle tucked away in his arms, asleep due to the exhaustion of the whole ordeal. Anton remained awake to bounce his knee and keep a steady watch over Kara as she rested. He’d carried her up to the top flat after Eva was situated - and after a brief console as the little creature couldn’t hold back their tears any longer.

Thankfully, the tyke was out like a light - just in time for mom to come back to the land of the living. Anton didn’t stop bouncing his knee, instead intent on keeping the rhythm while he looked over at Kara’s rousing form. “Morning,” he greeted softly.

-

When Kara came to, she felt dizzy, exhausted, and it was so similar to the effects of an inhibitor that she wondered if she’d lost her power. Then the memories came back, full force, and she sat up so quickly that she almost fell out of bed. She slapped her hand over her mouth to quiet her gasp, realizing Eva was somehow asleep despite everything that happened, and her shoulders slumped with relief. 

“Is she all right?” she asked softly, her voice shaken. “I-I couldn’t do anything. I was powerless. I couldn’t hold onto her, I couldn’t even reach for her, Anton.” It took effort to keep her voice steady and low. Kara could already feel the tears on her cheeks. “Lucy’s gone, isn’t she?”

“Hi, Linda?” Kara knew who Linda was, sort of, but she hadn’t asked a ton of follow up questions. They’d run across each other once before. “It’s okay if I call you Linda, right?” It was a strange question to ask, but Kara knew that she hadn’t grown up in normal circumstances. She didn’t fully know when it became appropriate to stop adding miss or mister or whatever human decorum required. There seemed to be a lot of social rules that weren’t completely out of place on Krypton, but were definitely not the norm.

Looking In || Lucifer and Kara

@memoriesofkrypton

Lucifer had honestly not been aware of the Joker’s treachery with his extended family until after the fact. He didn’t tend to keep the television on, and he hadn’t even been aware of a Situation until Billy had asked for his help. Naturally, if he had known, that clown and his lady love would have been dealt with the moment they revealed that Kara and Evangeline were in danger. He really needed to start paying attention, evidently. But it was fine, so he had heard. Anton had rescued them. Still, Lucifer knew he’d feel better if he paid them a visit himself.

Hell was busy, it seemed, as demons came to ask him his instructions after the explosion on the bridge. So some of those dead had been rotten enough for his former realm. But he had finally detached himself from that irritating little flare up of the very responsibility he had come to earth to dodge, and now he texted Kara that he was at their door and he wanted in. He needed to see them both safe for himself, particularly Evangeline. Kara was strong and could undoubtedly care for herself. But not the baby. The baby had been defenseless. Joker and Harley Quinn would both end up across his desk at some point. That much he knew. And he might even come out of retirement for them.

When Kara received the message from Lucifer, she wasted no time in opening up the door. Even if Anton wasn’t especially close with his father, she’d had nothing but positive experiences since their reconnection and she wanted Eva to have him in her life. There was no doubt that he cared about his granddaughter. They’d met up at the park a handful of times and Eva was always thrilled to see Lucifer. She’d even started asking for him during the week. 

As it was, Kara had no doubt that Lucifer would have been on scene with Anton had he known what was going on. The aftermath of the events still had Kara shaken, especially because she hadn’t retained consciousness for several hours after being taken home. The kryptonite had sent her into a coma-like state that rendered her horrifically powerless. It was difficult for her to reckon with how helpless she’d been to the Joker’s plan, how easily she’d been held captive under the effects of a celestial compound. The simplicity of it was infuriating, but also terrifying.