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“…cockroaches.”
“Yes.”
Kara squints. “Like, the creepy-crawly little bugs we freeze in the thousands to feed to the animals.”
“The very same.”
“And you want me to… name them?”
Cat sighs so heavily that had she been standing, she probably would have fallen over. “You’re not naming them, Keira. Do try to keep up. Patrons can pay $5 to name a cockroach after their ex. You will then feed these named cockroaches to the animals. For $25 people can also name a frozen rat.”
Kara gapes. “So I’m feeding animals named after people to other animals?”
“If you think that displaying the comprehension skills of an elementary schooler is going to impress me, you’re sorely mistaken,” Cat says dryly, her tone bored as she shuffles the stacks of papers on her desk. “Thank you for reminding me that I didn’t hire you for your intellect.”
Kara ignores the dig. She’s had plenty of practice over the past five years. “But doesn’t that seem a little…. mean?”
“You’re worried about the feelings of a frozen dead cockroach?”
Kara huffs, digging her hands deep into the pockets of her green NC Zoo fleece. “Not the bugs. The people the bugs are named after. The people watching themselves in bug form be fed to a lizard, or whatever.”
Cat hums, tapping her pen thoughtfully against her chin. “I suppose we’d also better appeal to the bleeding-heart animal lovers out there if we want to maximise sales. We’ll introduce a vegetarian option as well: $5 to name a cabbage after your ex to be fed to our herbivores. I’ll let Olsen know.”
“But—”
“Keira.” Cat’s voice clicks into its most chilling no-bullshit tone and Kara winces, fighting the urge to cower at her boss’ feet. “This programme will almost singlehandedly fund the renovation of our giant panda enclosure. Do you not want the pandas to have water to swim in and bamboo to nibble on, Ms Danvers? Do you want them to go extinct?”
Kara blanches. Everybody knows the pandas are her favourites. “No, of course not, I just—”
“Good,” Cat snaps. “National City Zoo’s Cry Me a Cockroach event will be going ahead from tomorrow, and I will expect your full support every step of the way.”
Kara sighs. “Sure thing, boss.”
“Oh, and Keira,” Cat calls as Kara’s halfway out of her office. “You’re going to be the public face of this event. All the naming and feeding will be broadcast across our social media livestreams. Winslow in tech support will help you get everything set up.”
“Me?” Kara gapes. “Why?”
Cat quirks an appraising eyebrow, making no secret of the fact that she’s giving Kara a discerning once-over. “You fit the image that will draw in viewers,” she drawls, eyeing the planes of Kara’s shoulders, the lines of her thighs beneath her standard-issue cargo pants. “Can’t say that I see it myself, but I suppose you do have a certain… appeal.”
Kara feels her cheeks turn an immediate shade of scarlet, shuffling her feet awkwardly. “I, um. Thanks?”
“That wasn’t a compliment,” Cat says smoothly, eyes never leaving her laptop screen. “Go away now. And do a good job on this, Keira. We really need the extra income.”
“Yes, boss.”
“Oh, and one more thing,” Cat calls. “Wear something form-fitting tomorrow. This is basically a PR stunt— it won’t hurt to give the people a show.”
-
“So, we’ve got all the purchase summaries right here on this tablet,” Winn says, fiddling with the inordinate number of screens and cameras currently pointing right at Kara. “So we’ll get a shot of the rat or roach, then you read out the name of the person who made the purchase, and the name they’ve given to their animal. Maybe the background story, if they’ve submitted one. Then feed the poor bastard to the— the—”
“The snake?” Kara supplies cheerily, stroking the head of the Jamaican yellow boa constrictor currently draped over her shoulders.
Winn shudders, fighting down his gag reflex. “I will never understand how you can touch that thing.”
“You work at a zoo, Winn,” she chides. “How can you be scared of snakes? Noodle is a creature that needs our love and care, just like all the others.”
“Noodle?” Winn squeaks. “You named a snake that probably weighs more than you do Noodle?”
“Only unofficially,” Kara sighs. “Cat says I have to stop getting so attached to the animals.”
Winn gapes at her. “You know what, we don’t have time to unpack that right now.” He adjusts the lighting outside the enclosure, turning Kara this way and that until he finds the perfect angle. “So the main thing is to keep things fun and engaging. We’re aiming for numbers here. If this doesn’t go viral, Cat will have my nuts on a silver platter.”
“You’re so crass,” Kara scolds. “He’s so crass,” she murmurs to the snake wrapped around her abdomen, stroking its head again. Noodle flicks his tongue out in response, tasting the air. Kara takes it as an agreement.
“Oh, and if part of the summary is shaded red, it’s because the purchaser asked for the information to remain confidential,” Winn continues, adjusting camera angles and making sure the Facebook, Instagram and Twitter livestreams are up and running. “So don’t read that bit.”
“Red means no,” Kara salutes. “Gotcha.”
“Alright, ready?” Winn asks, and Kara sucks in a deep breath. At least Noodle doesn’t care that her palms are sweating. “We’re live.”
“Hey, hi. I’m Kara Danvers, head zookeeper here at National City Zoo,” Kara starts, eyes flicking rapidly between the three cameras trained on her. Where is she supposed to look? If she looks at one feed for too long, will the others feel neglected? Will viewers tune out? Does she have to keep glancing between the three of them like she’s watching a three-way tennis match? What if—
Behind the camera, Winn clears his throat. “Chill,” he mouths silently from the far side of the intimidating assortment of screens, and Kara forces herself to heed his advice.
“Welcome to Cry Me a Cockroach,” she continues, voice steadying as she manages to get her rapid breathing under control. “Thank you so much to everyone who’s purchased a rat or a cockroach so far— all your donations will go toward the renovation of our giant panda enclosure! For anyone who hasn’t gotten around to their vermin vengeance yet, the event will be running through the end of the month.”
She reaches up to adjust Noodle so he’s slung more comfortably over her shoulders and then grabs the first container of frozen rats. “Alright, well. This guy’s hungry, so we’d better get started before he decides to eat me!” She winks at the camera, laughing when Noodle’s forked tongue darts out to flicker against her cheek.
“I’m just joking. Jamaican yellow boas like Noodle only eat small prey like birds, bats, or today, rats!” she grins, running a hand over the snake’s sleek body. “But maybe he’ll make an exception just this once for our tech guy, Winn.”
She steps closer to the camera and extends an arm, Noodle poking his head towards Winn in interest. Winn shrieks at the snake’s approach, tripping over wires and plugs as he scrambles backwards, landing flat on his ass on the ground.
Kara grins, drawing the snake closer to her body again and extending her hand. “High five,” she grins at the snake, and Noodle flicks his tongue against her palm. “Operation Scare-The-Cameraman, Day One: complete.”
She reaches one gloved hand into the bucket to pull out a frozen rat as she scans the tablet in front of her. “Okay, so. This rat, named Dave, was purchased by Kerry in Thousand Oaks, who also included this message.”
She skims the purchase summary before holding the rat out to Noodle, who unlatches his jaw to swallow it whole. Kara stares into the camera, one eyebrow quirking. “That’s what you get for cheating, Dave.”
-
They move through most of the reptile house, Winn filming as Kara names and then proceeds to feed a bucketful of cockroaches to the zoo’s scaly inhabitants.
The longer it goes on, the more at ease Kara starts to feel, laughing and cracking jokes for the camera as she reads people’s messages to their ex with growing glee.
“Shouldn’t have forgotten to pick the kids up from school, Dan,” she sing-songs, dropping a frozen rat into the enclosure of Slinky the African rock python.
“Rachel from Gotham City, you told Dylan that is wasn’t him, it was you. Well, he wants you to know that this cockroach is definitely you,” she says with a rueful smile as the creature in question is plucked from her glove by a panther chameleon.
“Lucia hopes your new woman is ready for a lifetime of your snoring, Mason from Laguna Beach,” she says as she dumps a handful of cockroaches into the bearded dragon’s enclosure to be swallowed with great enthusiasm.
They make it to one of Kara’s favourite inhabitants, Godzilla the tiny leopard gecko. She lets the little fellow climb up onto one hand as she scans the tablet. “Alright, last one for today, folks,” she grins, grabbing one more bug for Godzilla’s dinner. “This is from Lena in Metropolis, who has named her cockroach Andrea. So Andrea, this is for—”
Kara cuts herself off as her brain registers the red shading over the message section. “Never mind, the message for this one is private,” she murmurs absentmindedly, eyes still stuck on the purchase summary. Her gaze catches on words like lies and betrayal and deception and ten years and she can feel her brow scrunching as her eyes narrow.
She looks back up at the camera, one fist clenching as she ignores Winn’s questioning look to clear her throat. “Alright, Lena’s message is confidential but let me just say: Andrea, if you’re watching, you’re lucky that all you’re getting is a cockroach with your name on it after the stunt you pulled. Lena, whoever you are, you’re a better person than I would be in your shoes.”
And with a gleeful smile and far too much gusto, probably, she extends the dead bug to the gecko perched on her palm. “Enjoy this one, Godzilla,” she coos at the tiny lizard. “Really savour it.”
He does, swallowing the bug in one smooth gulp, and Kara runs an affectionate finger over his head. “Hope you felt that, Andrea,” she mutters, too low for the cameras to pick it up. Probably. Hopefully.
She perches Godzilla back on his favourite rock and turns back to the cameras with a smile. Rounds out the livestream and repeats the details for people to purchase their own cockroaches ahead of the next day’s broadcast, high fives Winn once the cameras stop rolling, and chalks the whole thing up to a good – if weird – day’s work.
-
The livestream is a hit, and Cry Me a Cockroach sales rocket overnight.
Cat even graces her with a grudging well done as she heads to the aviary for the day’s filming and feeding. She and Winn repeat the same setup at the day before, moving around the enclosures to feed bugs and rodents to the assortment of birds housed within, Kara smiling and laughing and joking the whole way.
But as they come to the end of the broadcast something’s still niggling at the back of Kara’s mind and Winn’s about to shut off the cameras when Kara reaches out a hand to stop him.
“Um, before we go,” she starts, ignoring Winn’s what the hell look even as her cheeks flush crimson, “there’s just one more cockroach to be crunched. If you were watching yesterday, you might remember that Lena from Metropolis bought a cockroach named Andrea. Lena didn’t want everyone to know the terrible thing Andrea did to her but personally, I think it was bad enough that we could maybe do one more bug-feed. On the house,” she winks at the camera, reaching into the bucket at her feet.
She scoops up a container of frozen bugs, tilting them towards the camera. “Lena, I hope you’re watching, because every single one of these guys is named Andrea,” she grins, tossing the scoop into the enclosure of Tim McCaw, the zoo’s giant hyacinth parrot, where it is immediately devoured.
Winn ends the stream just as Kara’s phone rings in her back pocket; the Jaws ringtone that indicates her boss is calling. She answers with a wince, bracing for Cat’s inevitable reprimand for going off-book and dishing out her own vermin vengeance, but it doesn’t come.
Cat just informs her that cockroach sales have spiked again, and to keep up the adequate work. She also tells Kara to strip down to her tank top in the next stream, and not to be shy about lifting some of their heaviest snakes in front of the camera.
Kara doesn’t ask for the reasoning behind that specific instruction. Based on the way Winn had snickered into his hands for a solid three minutes upon overhearing it, she doesn’t really want to know.
-
It becomes something of a routine.
Every day, she and Winn move through the different enclosures, feeding cockroaches and rats and the occasional cabbage to the zoo’s inhabitants. Kara reads out the names and the stories – some of them funny, some of them sad, and some just plain weird – and tosses the meals to the waiting animals to be enthusiastically enjoyed.
And right at the end of each stream, Kara plucks out one extra cockroach, names it Andrea, and drops it into the waiting jaws of whichever animal seems hungriest that day.
Maybe she’s a little too invested in this Lena person. Winn certainly tells her so at least eighteen times a day. Alex and Kelly have picked up on it too; they both watch Kara’s livestream from work and take turns sending her a barrage of texts the moment it ends, ranging from gentle teasing (Kelly) to downright harassment (Alex).
Kara doesn’t mind. Something about Lena’s message, the way she’d described how she’d been betrayed by the person she’d trusted the most, had struck a chord deep in Kara. Lena had sounded so hurt, so alone, and yet the only revenge she wanted to take on the woman who broke her heart was to name a $5 cockroach after her.
She doesn’t know if Lena watches the livestreams. But it makes her feel warm and fuzzy inside to think that maybe, Lena has seen it, that she knows that there’s someone out there on her side. Even if that someone is just some random zookeeper on a Facebook live.
The streams, much to Cat’s delight and Winn’s relief, have gone viral. The day after Kara lifts the zoo’s seventy pound green anaconda above her head live on camera to demonstrate its enormous size – wearing the tank top Cat had not so subtly suggested – a clip of their broadcast is shown on national news. Sales skyrocket, with so many people trying to participate in the event that their website crashes. They’ve already raised enough money to cover the renovations of the panda’s enclosure so Cat spreads out the extra profits, investing in higher quality feed for the animals and a series of webcams that livestream footage of their most popular residents 24/7.
The zoo’s profile is rising, and more big donors and investors are expressing interest in the research and conservation work they’re doing. Cat harnesses their surge in popularity, launching new protection projects for snow leopards, rhinos, and pangolins.
Everything is going according to plan – better than planned – and Kara couldn’t be happier. Protecting the planet’s incredible wildlife was all she’d ever wanted to do, and if naming some cockroaches and wearing a few tank tops can help her achieve that dream, it’s a sacrifice she’s willing to make.
She does draw the line, though, at being dubbed Cockroach Kara by internet lurkers.
Winn is extremely unhelpful, collapsing into hysterical laughter the first time he shows her her new moniker and producing no useful suggestions as to how to make it stop. The problem resolves itself, however, after Winn videos Kara hefting two enormous fallen logs in the elephant rehabilitation enclosure onto her shoulders a few days later to move them to a safer location.
The next day, #DaddyDanvers is trending nationwide. Alex laughs herself clean off the couch when she sees it, and Kara blushes so long and so hard she’s not sure she’ll ever recover.
-
The month is drawing to a close, and Kara has to admit she’s going to miss their daily livestreams. Her audience has grown exponentially since the first broadcast and many people are now genuinely invested in the wellbeing of the animals, asking for updates on specific zoo residents and sponsoring conservation efforts for the most endangered creatures.
Kara decides to end the event on a crowd pleaser, and she and Winn make their way to the koala enclosure for the final stream. Sitting cross legged on the grass with a sleepy koala in her lap, Kara tugs the bucket of eucalyptus leaves closer to her side as the stream gets going.
“I know it’s very satisfying to name a cockroach after your ex,” she grins at the camera, “but as this is our last broadcast I thought we’d end on a more upbeat note. For all of you who’ve purchased a bug today, I’ll be feeding one eucalyptus leaf to our resident koalas here at National City Zoo. We’ve got three babies in here who are growing and hungry, so let’s turn the upset and bitterness caused by everyone who’s done you dirty into something good instead. Help something new grow out of the pain of the past.”
She feeds leaf after leaf to the cuddly little creatures, beaming as the entire family gradually make their way over to investigate her. Names each leaf and reads out each story, laughing as the baby koalas climb up her arms to cling to her back and shoulders, playing with her ponytail.
“And, in keeping with tradition,” she smiles, a koala on each shoulder and three in her lap, “I’m naming this final leaf Andrea.” She holds it out to the youngest of the bunch who grabs it eagerly, clasping the leaf between its tiny paws as it chews. Kara grins, glancing directly into the camera. “This one’s for you, Lena from Metropolis.”
She wraps up the stream with a heartfelt thank you to everyone who’d contributed money to the cause, beginning the gentle process of extricating herself from her clinging koalas as Winn packs up the camera equipment for the last time. He heads off, muttering something about giving Cat a debrief as Kara bends to collect her bucket and check the water levels, one baby koala still cradled in the crook of her arm.
She’s so absorbed in her examination of the control panel, checking light and humidity settings in the enclosure, that a throat gently clearing behind her makes her jump.
She spins to see a woman standing nervously by the door of enclosure, twisting her clasped fingers together in front of her. She’s elegantly dressed, with long dark curls and perfect porcelain skin, full lips and sparkling green eyes. She is, in short, the most beautiful woman Kara has ever seen in her entire life, and she promptly forgets how to breathe.
“Can I, um, help you?” she manages at last, cheeks flushed and voice cracking.
The woman presses her lips together, and Kara curses her own abject lack of subtlety as she tries (and fails) to pull her gaze away from the woman’s mouth. “I hope so,” the stranger says, and her voice is soft and lilting and lovely and Kara instantly becomes addicted to hearing it again. “You must be Kara Danvers. I’m— I’m Lena. From Metropolis.”
Kara’s mouth falls open, and she very nearly drops the poor unsuspecting koala in her arms out of pure shock. Blinks back into a semblance of self-awareness and places the cuddly creature carefully on a nearby branch so she can make her way over to the enclosure’s door, smoothing a hand self-consciously over her koala-mussed hair.
“Um, hi,” she breathes once she’s joined Lena on the other side of the glass. “Gosh. Hi. So you’re— you’re Lena. Like, Lena-and-Andrea Lena.”
The woman – Lena – smiles ruefully. “Well. Without the Andrea part, now. As I’m sure you will have read in my purchase summary.”
Kara barely represses the urge to smack herself resoundingly on the forehead. “God, right. Yes. Sorry, I’m so sorry,” she stutters. “That was so dumb. I just— I can’t believe it’s you.” She reaches a hand up to tug awkwardly on her ear, emphatically unable to stop more and more words falling out of her big stupid mouth. “I can’t believe Andrea did that to you. I mean—” she whistles under her breath, giving Lena an appreciative once over. “Look at you.”
Lena’s cheeks flush the prettiest shade of pink, teeth digging into the plush of her bottom lip. “Oh. Um. Thank you?”
“Oh Jesus, I didn’t— I’m sorry,” Kara stammers. “Okay. Let me start this again. Hi.” She extends a hand, sucking in a sharp breath at the feeling of soft skin beneath her own when Lena shakes it. “I’m Kara. It’s so great to meet you.”
Lena smiles, and Kara’s never really thought much about the word radiant before but that’s what the woman before her is. Lena blossoms when she smiles, and she’s so beautiful it takes Kara’s breath away.
She squeezes Kara’s hand once before letting go. “It’s great to meet you, too.”
-
The zoo’s opening hours come to an end but, Kara realises, her time with Lena doesn’t have to. Perks of being the head zookeeper and all.
She tentatively invites the dark-haired woman to stick around, takes her on a tour of the different animals and points out all her favourites. Lena is, like, crazy smart, in addition to being crazy beautiful, and she produces odd little facts about some of the zoo’s rarer inhabitants that even Kara hadn’t known.
Kara learns that Lena had just moved to the area from Metropolis after the Andrea incident, which she has to repeatedly remind herself not to bring up. She learns that Lena has a PhD, and that she’s the youngest head of R&D ever at her brother’s company. She learns that Lena had watched every single one of her livestreams, right from the first day, and had finally been convinced by her best friend to come and meet Kara in person.
She learns that Lena is gorgeous, and devastatingly funny in an understated kind of way, and smart and kind and generous and self-effacing. She learns that everything she learns about Lena only makes her want to know more.
They end up at the giant panda enclosure and Kara sneaks a look around before unlocking the door, ushering Lena inside. She leads the dark-haired woman to a dry patch of grass near where the babies are sleeping with their mothers and gestures for her to sit, realising belatedly that Lena’s suit probably costs more than Kara makes in a year and that she probably doesn’t want to muddy it up in a mess of twigs and leaves.
But Lena doesn’t even hesitate, taking a seat facing Kara and pulling her legs in close to her body. Her eyes keep darting to the pile of pandas behind them and Kara grins. “If we just sit here, they’ll come and investigate us,” she smiles, and Lena looks so excited that Kara’s breath catches in her chest.
They chat about Kara’s job, the zoo’s conservation work, Lena’s move out west and her latest projects at Luthor Corp. Sure enough, within minutes the most brave and inquisitive of the baby pandas has perked up from its nap, ambling over to give them a curious sniff.
Kara’s heart clenches so hard in her chest at the way Lena’s entire face lights up when one of the bears flops into her lap that she legitimately fears she may have gone into cardiac arrest. But if this is how she dies, so be it; watching the untempered joy in her expression as Lena holds a tiny panda in her arms, staying quiet and still as the baby paws and prods inquisitively at her face and hair, would not be a bad final image.
“I wanted to say thank you,” Lena murmurs after a while. “For what you did on the livestream every day. For your discretion, but also— your support.”
She takes a deep breath, gaze focused on the cuddly ball of fluff in her arms. “When Andrea and I ended, it tore me apart, and no one in my daily life knew what had happened. You can imagine why I wanted to keep the details private,” she smiles grimly, and Kara nods. “I felt so isolated. But seeing your videos, seeing you every day— it made me feel that little bit less alone.”
Lena blushes, ducking her head. “I’m sorry, I know that probably sounds ridiculous. I don’t— I didn’t even know you.” An errant curl falls forward into her face, and the baby panda in her arms immediately begins chewing on it.
Kara scoots forward on her knees, pulling the lock of dark hair gently from the baby’s grip and tucking it carefully behind Lena’s ear. “It’s not ridiculous,” she whispers as Lena raises her head again, suddenly aware that their faces are now only inches apart.
“I’m, I’m really glad I could do that for you. I’m really, really glad I got to meet you, Lena. And for the record,” she pauses to swallow hard, drowning in the intensity of Lena’s eyes. “Andrea is the biggest idiot on the planet to have ever let you go.”
Lena’s breath catches in her throat, and Kara doesn’t miss the way green eyes flicker down to her mouth for a moment, Lena’s tongue darting out to wet her own lips. It makes Kara feel bold, and before she can think too hard or second-guess herself she’s leaning forward, sliding a hand up to thread through soft dark hair and pressing her lips to Lena’s.
It’s light, brief, just the gentlest press of mouths, but it shoots a white hot bolt of fire from the crown of Kara’s head to the very tips of her toes. Her whole body is tingling as she pulls back, heart pounding.
“God, sorry,” she gasps, eyes widening as the reality of the boundary she’s just blown past comes slamming in. “Oh, fu— I’m so sorry, Lena, I don’t know what I was—”
“Kara,” Lena whispers, gently depositing her baby panda on the grass to push up on her knees as well. “Do it again.”
Well. She doesn’t need to be told that twice.
She surges forward again but Lena’s already there to meet her, mouths slanting together like they’d been doing it for years. Kara’s tongue darts out to trace the seam of Lena’s bottom lip and the dark-haired woman’s mouth falls open with a tiny gasp that hits Kara low in her hips. The first touch of Lena’s tongue against hers is bright, jagged and electric, and Kara tightens one hand in Lena’s hair as the other slides round her waist to anchor their bodies together, Lena’s own hands fisting in the collar of Kara’s green fleece.
Maybe it’s minutes, maybe it’s hours later that they finally break apart, gasping for air. Kara doesn’t particularly care. She takes in Lena’s heaving chest, her kiss-swollen lips and rose-tinted cheeks, and wonders how the hell a bucketful of dead cockroaches could ever have led her to something as beautiful as this.
“Oh,” Lena gasps, voice light and breathy. “Oh, wow. Maybe I should visit zoos more often.”
“As long as it’s this one, I’m on board with that,” Kara chuckles, tracing her thumb feather-light over Lena’s lower lip and trying (and failing) to restrain a shiver at the way Lena’s nails scratch lightly at the nape of her neck.
“So, um,” Lena murmurs, biting her lip, and it’s taking every scrap of Kara’s willpower not to interrupt whatever she’s about to say and claim her mouth once again. “I feel like an all-access encounter with baby pandas is quite a tough first date to follow but, um. Would you like to maybe do this again sometime?”
Kara grins. She grins and grins and grins. She doesn’t think she could stop grinning if she tried. “I’d love to.”
The answering smile that breaks over Lena’s lovely face makes Kara’s heart do a backflip, and she’s just about to lean back in when the ominous sound of the Jaws theme tune starts up from the pocket of her fleece.
She pulls out her phone, stomach dropping when she sees the thirty new messages from Alex and Kelly and Winn, the hundreds of Facebook and Twitter notifications flooding her homescreen. With a pit of existential dread opening up in her chest, she answers the call.
“Cat,” she says, voice bright and just a little too high. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“I have to assume, since you were the one who lobbied for their installation, that you are aware of the three cameras livestreaming the giant panda enclosure at all times,” Cat drawls, voice bored and callous with the barest undertone of amusement. “Which leads me, naturally, to assume that your little after-hours rendezvous with billionaire tech mogul and philanthropist Lena Luthor was intended to be broadcast live to millions of viewers?”
Kara slaps a hand across her forehead, cheeks redder than a fire truck as she shoots an agonised glance in Lena’s direction. Lena shakes her head questioningly at her and Kara tugs the phone away from her ear to put the call on speaker.
“So, um. The whole world just saw that, huh?” she asks through a grimace. Lena’s eyes widen and she presses a delicate hand to her mouth to hold back a shocked giggle.
“They certainly did,” comes Cat’s disembodied voice. “And it’s doing wonders for our popularity. I already have three new investors interested in supporting our panda rehabilitation programme. You know, Keira, when I asked you to give the people a show, this is not exactly what I had in mind. But I must say—”
Her boss pauses for an interminably long moment and Kara holds her breath, wondering if she’s about to lose her job or get promoted.
“—I don’t hate it,” Cat finishes. “While you have her, perhaps you could ask Ms Luthor how she would feel about becoming an official patron of National City Zoo.”
“I would feel very good about it, Ms Grant,” Lena answers smoothly, serene and composed despite her kiss-tousled hair and smudged lipstick.
“Excellent,” Cat says resoundingly. “In that case, I’ll let you, ahem. Get back to it. My office at 9am for a staff meeting, Keira.”
“Of course,” Kara manages before hanging up, tossing her phone into the grass as she presses her palms to her flaming cheeks. “So, um. Our first kiss was just livestreamed to half the country.”
Lena presses her lips together to hold back a smirk. “It was.” She arches one eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Well, there’s no going back now. We can’t break the Internet’s heart. I suppose I’ll just have to stick around.”
Kara gives up any last semblance of self-restraint at that, pushing forward to wrap her arms around Lena’s waist and pull her back in for another bruising kiss. “Well, Lena from Metropolis. I sure hope you do.”
Ushering Alex out with little more than an exchange of stiff nods and the understanding that their hands were tied—Kara’s weighty gaze leaving little other option—was the start of a shift in the landscape. Lena had drawn an ace that was never meant to be dealt to her and it unsettled Lex.
It showed first in Kara, manifested in little twitches, which Lena soon associated with Kara denying her own impulses—the ones provided by Lex’s input. On occasion, Kara would begin to repeat “Alex is not present and not a threat”, as if saying so relieved the need for her to respond to her programming, while returning to the singular line of coding she had written for herself.
Lena was certain it wouldn’t hold up, but she didn’t need it to. All she needed was to make Lex sweat enough to let his impatience and ego get the better of him. She encouraged new lines of thought, fed Kara new loopholes, ones Lex patched just as quickly as they were planted. They both knew that if any took root, his foothold would eventually erode, and he would lose some of the leverage that kept her from taking more bold action.
Lena had hoped to create a window to meet with Alex, the only ally she was aware had any sense that the world wasn’t right, to learn what had awakened her, but ultimately that was a pipedream. Lex was quick to give up their tug of war, eager to put her back in her place.
She was summoned—unable to refuse—to a basement lab she recognized with a twisting in her gut. It housed a cell of her own design, designed to contain Sam as she fought against Reign for control of her own mind, the parallels more distasteful than Lena cared for.
Lex did not boast his typical air of smugness. He was reduced to a boy, too spoiled to recognize his own entitlement, thrown into a fit of fury when denied his favorite toy. The difference was he could lash out without consequence and Lena would bear the brunt of his outrage.
“You think you’re cute,” he mocked her with the question, his voice overfilling the room, happy to make Lena shrink just so there was air enough to breathe. He snapped his finger and pointed to the floor before himself, demanding Lena heel, taking every opportunity to get under her skin. Kara’s weight shifted, an inch gained in the ground between them, and Lena wasn’t the only one to take notice. “Sit, dog,” he sneered.
Lena walked forward to avoid seeing Kara’s knee bend to him, subjected herself instead to his ire. The back of his hand sent white pain through her cheek to flare in one eye before settling into a dull throbbing as her neck pulled sharply. It took a moment to clear her vision and right her posture, but she didn’t otherwise flinch. “Dear sister, you clearly haven’t learned that misbehaving has consequences.”
Lena had been his outlet in the past, and while the scars were etched into more than her skin, she was hardened to his outright violence. He was always more effective when composed, his insidious tongue doing more to cut her down.
Lex exhaled a heaving sigh, smoothed his suit out, and fixed her with a vile smirk. “Tell me, Lena, what would happen if Hope was deactivated?”
Lena’s jaw tensed, inviting a roiling wave of nausea to wash through her. She knew exactly what Lex wanted to hear and had no reason to skirt around it. “Hope operates largely in the empathy center of the brain and with deactivation, Kara would become a being of pure instinct.”
Lex’s smirk twisted wider. “Close. She would become a predator of pure instinct, and you the prey that played at being her master.” He activated a monitor that displayed a large countdown timer, affording only ten minutes. “This room cannot contain her, but it will contain you,” he promised, before taking his leave as the numbers began to run down.
Nothing needed to be spelled out further. Lena could still command Kara while Hope was active. Lex forced her to make the choice between Kara and the risk she posed. Ten minutes wasn’t nearly enough time, not for the downward spiraling hopes she had.
Lena hadn’t moved from her spot, stared blankly ahead as her mind scrambled for any alternative, but all she could imagine was a beastial, hurt Kara throwing herself against the walls of her prison, feral and seething. Lena found herself debating the merits of setting Kara loose on the world.
“I am a threat.” Lena turned in time to see Kara rise from the floor. “I am a threat,” she repeated as she strode with jerky steps to the open cell door. “I am a threat. I am a threat. I am a threat.”
Lena’s voice died in her throat, coming out as only a hoarse whisper of breath, her ribs ready to crack as the gravity in her heart tugged inward. She staggered as she trailed behind, but Kara barred her from entering the cell, hands holding her wrists one last time. She regarded Lena with the same hollow smile. “You must think of your health, Ms. Luthor.”
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Coffee shop AU where Kara is a barista and loves everything Christmas related and Lena hates Christmas but likes the cute barista who tries to convince her to buy seasonal lattes and when she doesn't she still does coffee art of like Christmas tree or sth (I don't know how complicated things you can create with that). + Bonus! Kara gives Lena her number one by one and it takes a bit for Lena to realise the numbers mean something (but she's a scientists and notes them down just in case)
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It’s not that Lena hates Christmas. In fact, she almost loves it. She loves the decorations; all those twinkling lights, and the Christmas trees. And she loves to see all the smiles on the kids’ faces when L-Corp does their annual toy drive.
It’s the holiday drinks that she hates. Much to the disappointment of her favourite, and very cute, barista.
“Gingerbread latte?”
Lena rolls her eyes as she looks away from the woman she had been watching try to take a picture of her drink with a mild look of disgust.
“You already know my answer Kara.”
“Candy cane mocha?”
“You asked me that yesterday.”
Kara taps a finger thoughtfully against the counter, ignoring the small line building behind Lena. “Caramel brûlé latte?”
Lena’s nose wrinkles.
“Eggnog latte?”
“You’re kidding.” Lena scoffs.
“Well, what do you want?”
“My regular.” Lena replies with a smirk when Kara whines.
“Nooooo, what kind of holiday drink. You have to try at least one!”
“Why, when you already make the perfect latte?”
Kara’s cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink as she huffs and types in Lena’s order muttering under her breath. “Fine. One plain caffe latte coming up.”
The corner of Lena’s lips twitch slightly when Kara watches her tap her platinum credit card before discretely switching spots with her co-worker so she can make Lena’s drink herself.
“What’s the design today?”
“It’s a surprise.” Kara hunches her shoulders, pretending to block Lena from being able to see her cup.
When she turns back around, offering the cup to Lena with both hands, she’s beaming.
“A Christmas tree.” Lena says quietly with a smile as she takes the cup and lifts it to her lips. Closing her eyes, Lena hums happily to herself as she takes a drink. Slowly opening her eyes Lena looks at Kara through lowered lashes as she licks away the foam.
“Delicious.”
Lena smirks, glowing in her success as Kara simply stares at her lips.
“And another number.” Lena states as she slowly rotates the cup, immediately recognizing Kara’s familiar scrawl. “The big holiday mystery.”
“And…have you solved it yet?”
“I have some ideas.” Lena purrs as she turns away from the counter, wiggling her fingers over her shoulder as she steps out into the cold, pulling her coat tighter around her middle as she ducks into the waiting town car.
When she arrives at L-Corp, Lena waves off Jess’ attempts to go over her schedules. Ignoring the unimpressed look on her assistant’s face as she locks herself in her office. Carelessly dropping her wool and fur coat on the nearest surface as she prowls around her desk with her coffee.
Clearing away the small stack of papers that seemed to accumulate overnight, Lena sets her newest cup to the right before she grabs a stack of similar paper cups that perch on the corner of her desk. Carefully pulling them apart, Lena lines up the first cup beside this morning’s and turns it until both numbers face her. Lena repeats the process until all ten cups stand in a perfect line.
She smiles to herself as she scans the small collection. She had been confused when Kara first started writing numbers on her morning cup of coffee just over two weeks ago. But as soon as she had received the third cup, it had all made sense. Lined up in the order she got them, they were the most popular area code in National City, it didn’t take Lena very long to crack the mystery. It was more a game of patience than anything. Slowly accumulating cups as she shamelessly flirted with Kara.
Now she had all ten digits.
Typing the number into the phone, Lena settles back into her chair. Absentmindedly turning to look out over the city as she hits the little green button and crosses her legs.
“Lena?” A familiar voice answers the phone, quiet and a little muffled. Lena smiles to herself as she imagines Kara hiding in some back room, trying to be sneaky as she answers her phone.
“Do you always answer your phone like that?”
There’s a quiet laugh on the other line that makes Lena’s smile deepen. “No, I guess I was just feeling hopeful.”
Lena’s cheeks start to ache from smiling, as she slides a little deeper into her chair. “What are you doing New Year’s Eve?”
Lena is somehow sent back in time and finds herself on Krypton 30 years before the planet explodes. Kara doesn’t exist yet. Krypton has no idea what’s about to happen to them.
Lena realizes that with her knowledge of what’s to come and intellect to devise a solution, she can do two things. One, she can save an entire species from near extinction. Two, she can save Kara from ever having to experience the pain of losing her family, her home, and being abandoned. Kara could live a happy life and never know the burden of Supergirl or being the last daughter of Krypton.
So instead of trying to find a way back to Earth, back to her own time, she settles into life on Krypton, becomes fluent in Kryptonese, and sets about with a spectacularly single-minded focus of changing the future - to save this dying world (and Kara).
She succeeds…mostly. They can’t fix the damage that’s already been done to the planet. Their sun will die and destroy Krypton still, but with Lena’s help they’re able to locate a barren planet in another system that has a white star. It’s brand new, strong, and will live for untold trillions of years (provided Kryptonians didn’t try to harness its power again).
They terraform the planet and create “New Krypton” using the dome concept that Zor-El invented fused with Coluan bottling technology. All Kryptonians are instantly transported to their new home that’s identical to the old one save for one difference - the white sun grants them god-like powers that are beyond what Lena ever saw Kara and Clark capable of on Earth. Kryptonians are overwhelmed en masse by these powers. Some go power mad and attempt coups and form radical sects. Others realize the gift they’ve been given and, with Lena’s guidance, Kryptonian society develops under a new mission - to travel the galaxy and offer help to all those in need. Not just offering knowledge and technology this time, but themselves with their newfound powers.
Lena’s 3x02 “I’m a businesswoman and this is an investment and I plan to get out of it everything I can” line really should’ve been followed by a smash-cut to her and Kara just absolutely demolishing the supply closet working those tensions out
Kara’s not sure who pushes whom first, who tugs on the other’s shirt, who leans in for the first kiss, sloppy, off-center, and desperately hungry. But the matter is this: the door of the supply closet is clicked shut behind them and they’re kissing, Kara pushing Lena up against the nearest surface and Lena letting her, gasping into her mouth and arching up against her in turn, pliant and needy. It’s so unlike the cool, firm attitude from just a minute ago that Kara feels a surge of pride at the fact that she’s able to unravel her like this.
She almost feels the impish urge to draw back and ask whether this is unacceptable behaviour for an employee, too. Then Lena pants her name and nips at her bottom lip, and Kara’s full attention is focused right back on her best friend and displeased boss tugging on her shirt collar and grabbing a handful of her ass.
She drinks in every minute detail of it, the softness of Lena’s lips against hers, the way her fingers scrape against Kara’s shoulder, the scented cloud of some flowery perfume and sweat and the lingering remains of her shampoo that wraps itself around Kara along with her body. The way her heart is fluttering like a little bird’s, every beat of it a thunderclap in Kara’s ears, the breathy little moan that leaves her lips when they shift and Kara presses a thigh between her legs. It’s enchanting, mesmerizing, a moment in time that Kara wishes she could stay in forever.
It’s perfect.
It’s terrible.
It’s decidedly not how Kara ever imagined their first kiss would go, when she dared to imagine that they’d have a first kiss to begin with. It’s not how she ever wanted it to happen, high-strung and snarling and tucked away in a storage room at work like some forbidden office fling.
But this is the closest she’s felt to normalcy in months. It makes her feel tethered, somehow, in some strange way, to have a conflict so simple, straightforward, and ordinary, to hear Lena reprimand her in that soft yet so unyielding voice. Because Supergirl might not be able to catch a simple bank robber, let alone protect a fellow alien that she vowed to look after as her ward, but Kara can make Lena Luthor flushed and kiss her breathless, and that should be enough.
It has to be.
“Kara?” Lena draws back abruptly: the loss of her warmth feels like an acute stab of pain. “Are you okay?”
She registers the worry in Lena’s voice abstractly: she can only focus on the sight of her, the blushing cheeks, the smeared lipstick, the wisps of hair that have escaped the no longer neat hairdo. It spurs Kara on to chase Lena’s lips again, to seek the comfort of her touch against the ache already rising in her chest.
“Yeah, absolutely, all fine here” she blurts out in one breath, leaning in, but this time, she’s firmly stopped by Lena’s hand pressing against her chest.
“Darling.” Lena cups her face so gently as if she was afraid that Kara might break at her very touch. “You’re crying.”
“I’m not!” Kara protests. Lena’s thumbs stroke along her cheeks and she can feel the wetness they drag along, the shame and anger and guilt she’s tried to keep buried rising to the surface with it, shaking her shoulders. “I–”
Lena’s arms are already wrapped around her before the first sob could even escape her lips, holding Kara, tender and resolute, one hand cradling the back of her head, and Kara finally lets herself unravel.
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SNEAK PEEK- SC “Closer” by Tegan and Sara
SO, 2 days ago my sister was playing this song and I was like “WTF i know this song, why can’t I remember what it is?”
I CAN’T BELIEVE I COULD BARELY REMEMBER THIS SONG WHEN I KEPT PLAYING IT ON REPEAT YEARS AGO but once it all came back to me, I can’t help but imagine SuperCorp scenes for it lol
Sneak peek coz I have a story for the duration of the whole song. Good luck to me!
Just slideshow coz I’m a noob. loooool
After a few more days of work, at one point almost giving up on part of my idea. Luckily I'm a stubborn mofo, so I tried until I could put it all together. So without further ado:
Haha, wish I could see your faces. I saw this and couldn't resist to put it here. It's the (badly) drawn concept I made a week ago. But seriously now, here's the real cover:
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Kara Danvers stands on the foreground, split right in the middle, along with the background, in two versions. On the right side, Kara with a neutral expression, sports a classic 70s housewife look, in black and white, standing in a kitchen. In the background, also in black and white is her husband Mike, looking at Kara disapprovingly. In the space around him, the kitchen lacks color too, as if he is the origin of that void.
On the left side, Kara, in color this time, is smiling and wearing more masculine clothes, for that period in time, and she also has her hair down. On the backgroud there is a party going on, and Lena, wearing a 70s bikini, is looking at Kara curiously. Lena is in color too, and unlike Mike, seems to be the origin of the color around, as if she's the one that brings it into Kara's world.
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Anyways, if you want to read this fic, it's as the cover says "i believe you can get me through the night" by Jazzfordshire. And if you want to add the cover to it, you can learn how to do it out with my mini tutorial here:
The bit I almost give up on was Lena and Mike. As the concept explains, I wanted more color towards Lena, and less towards Mike. Lena brings color to Kara's world, while Mike takes it away. The problem was that I couldn't make Lena properly, and there's still things I'd like to change, but I managed in the end.
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short(?) fic idea: kara and lena through the other peoples perspective (ie noonans barista, lena’s driver, takeout cashier or any random ppl)
I read this and my first reaction was, I don’t know how to write a drabble. And then Jack’s voice interrupted me so, this may not be what you’re looking for anon, but here’s what just happened in my head lol...
“I’m just saying,” Jack finishes as they’re finally next in line at Noonan’s, “there’s something going on with them.”
“You’ve got some awfully firm ideas of what for someone with absolutely no evidence,” Sam says smiling and looking down at the pastries in the case.
“I’ve got eyes!” Jack looks affronted
“You know, I think he might be right.”
Sam turns to Kelly in surprise. “Look I know when I first got to National City, I thought they might be dating, too,” Sam says. “But they weren’t!”
“Plus,” Alex breaks in, “Kara would tell me. She’s terrible at keeping secrets.”
They shuffle forward as the line moves. Sam waves them all up to the counter, before greeting the barista. “Hey Tom, I’ll have my usual and whatever this crew is ordering.” She turns back to the group. “It’s on me today, even if Jack couldn’t be more wrong.”
“Oh, how can you not think they’re dating…” Jack starts but he’s interrupted by the barista.
“Jack, are you talking about Kara and Lena?” Jack nods at him. “They’re definitely dating.”
Jack claps his hands together and practically crows with glee. Alex looks like she might pass out. Kelly just smiles. Sam looks gobsmacked.
Alex recovers first. “Tom! What do you mean they’re dating?”
“Oh come on,” says Tom, punching in their drinks, “you see them more than I do, but it’s pretty clear whenever they’re in here. All the soft touches and the blushing and the cheek kissing? That’s dating activity. And Lena never lets Kara pay.”
“Cheek kissing…?” Alex is looking a little green now.
Tom finishes ringing them up and Kelly guides Alex over to wait for their drinks while Jack grabs a table as Sam pays.
“You doing ok there, babe?” Kelly asks. “You look like you’re thinking a little too hard.”
“She’d tell me. I mean, right?” Alex looks at her girlfriend. “If she and Lena were, you know?”
Kelly laughs affectionately. “Maybe they’re still figuring out how to tell you, maybe it’s early, maybe they don’t even know themselves yet.” She looks a little more serious now. “But you’ve seen them together lately. Don’t you think it’s something a little more?”
They pick up the drinks from the counter when they’re ready and walk over to where Jack and Sam have commandeered four large chairs around a low table.
“Gross,” Alex says, squinting down at the writing on the side of second cup she’s holding. “Who ordered the venti pumpkin spice with extra whip?”
“Me!” Jack grins and makes grabby hands. “Sammy and I were continuing our earlier conversation,” he adds while Alex and Kelly take their seats. “She agrees with the premise that Lena and Kara would like to be dating each other, but doesn’t believe me that it’s already happening.”
Sam puts a hand up. “There’s too much pining for that to be the case.”
“They’ll get there when they’re ready,” Kelly says. “If they’re not there already.”
Alex, who’s been silent since handing Jack the drink suddenly looks up. “There’s only one solution,” she says.
Jack leans forward. “I’m all ears love.”
“Tom said it looked to him like they’re dating, right?” The rest of them nod. “If they’re dating in secret, then they’re not going to act that way around us. But around people who they don’t think are watching...?” She looks around the circle.
“They’d be more comfortable,” Sam says thoughtfully.
“I feel like I know where this is going,” Kelly interrupts, “and I need to go on record saying we should just let them be.”
“We need to talk to the people in their lives who aren’t us,” Alex finishes, ignoring Kelly’s advice.
“I’ll make a list,” says Jack. “We can divide and conquer.”
—————-
“Oh, Lena is in here all the time, she’s always sending that sweet girlfriend of hers the most beautiful bouquets,” says the florist, Ruth, when Sam drops by.
“Where does she have them sent?” Sam asks.
“Mostly to CatCo,” Ruth answers, wrapping brown paper around a mix of delphinium, lisianthus, free spirit roses, and starry asters. “Sometimes she’ll come in and pick up the flowers herself, though.”
——————
“Inconclusive,” Alex says, shaking her head when Sam reports back to the group. “Lena has sent Kara flowers at work since she moved from Metropolis.”
“On to the next,” says Jack. “I’ll handle this one.”
——————-
“So, Harvey,” Jack begins, leaning against the wall next to the front desk. “I bet you see everything that goes on in this building, don’t you?”
Harvey grins as he waves a resident through. “Doormen know everything, Jack.”
Jack nods. “So, say, if one of your residents has someone over regularly, you’d see them come and go, right? Get a feel for the relationship?” He’s trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.
“I’d like to think we can generally tell who guests are to our residents, sure,” Harvey says easily, winking at an older woman passing the desk. She blushes and waves. “Is there something specific you’re looking for, Jack? Or have I misjudged you and you’re just interested in what the job is like.”
Jack grins. “You see right through me, Harvey. I’ll just come out and ask it. Do you think Lena and Kara are dating?”
Harvey gives Jack a long, inscrutable look.
“I wouldn’t want to speculate on the particulars, Jack,” he finally says. “But I’ll tell you this: Ms. Luthor is never happier than when Ms. Danvers is with her.”
——————-
“Well, Harvey was less helpful than Ruth,” Jack complains that evening, pouring himself a drink at Sam's wet bar before joining her and Alex on the couch.
“I have another idea about who to ask next,” Alex says.
—————-
All in all, they talk to as many people as they can think of—from the server at Kara's favorite pizza place (“They always fight about who gets to pay, young love is so sweet”), to Lena’s driver (“It’s not my place, but Sunday night is definitely date night”). Nia even volunteers to ask around CatCo once they bring her up to speed. Apparently, the newsroom is divided on the topic, though everyone agrees there’s something there.
—————-
It comes to a head two weeks later when Sam hosts game night.
Kara corners Alex in the kitchen when Kelly asks for more snacks. Kara comes up next to her as she pours more chips into a bowl, leans against the counter.
“Alex, why did Jimmy at Mr. Huang’s House of Wontons ask me when Lena’s and my anniversary is?”
Alex rubs the back of her neck. When she’d recruited Jimmy to help, she really thought he’d be more subtle. She decides being direct is the best way to handle this.
“Ok so don’t be mad but I might have asked him if he thought you guys were dating in secret.”
Kara looks like heat vision is something Alex should be concerned about right now.
“I know you like her, Kara, you’re about as subtle as a freight train.” Alex clips the top of the chip bag closed, and glances over at Kara.
Kara frowns at that, looking a little vulnerable instead of angry now. “So what if I do?”
“I think everyone in National City knows that Lena likes you,” Alex continues. Kara goes pink and splutters unintelligibly. Alex puts up a hand to stop her. “Jack thought you might be dating and I guess I got worried that you were but didn’t want to tell me because you thought I wouldn’t approve. So I asked around.”
“Well we’re not dating!” Kara says defensively, reaching up to adjust her glasses. “And it’s not cool to go around asking people about us, ok? She’s my best friend and we’re close and maybe I do like her but,” Kara swallows hard and it almost looks like she might cry and now alex knows for certain that they’re not dating but oh does Kara want to be, “we’re not dating. Can you drop it?”
“Kara,” Alex says gently, putting a hand on her sister’s shoulder. “I’m just trying to say it would be ok, if you were dating. We all just want you to be happy. I get that you’re not,” Alex says when Kara starts to interrupt her (and is Alex referring to Kara dating or Kara being happy? She isn’t sure herself), “but I’m trying to tell you it would be great if you were.”
“I just,” Kara looks down at the counter. “Alex I want to, so badly, but I can’t lose her again. We spent so long getting back to this place, you know? What if I ask her out and then I mess it up?”
A throat clears behind them, and Alex and Kara whip their heads around.
“Sam sent me in for drinks,” Lena says, but she’s looking so intently at Kara that Alex decides this might be a good time to leave the kitchen.
Alex just rounding the corner back to the living room when she hears Lena speak again, in a softer voice than Alex has ever heard.
“You wouldn’t mess it up, you know. You couldn’t.”
I finally received my supercorp commission from the comic book artist Dave Wachter this morning. It’s obviously influenced by the iconic Superman Crisis on Infinite Earths cover. When I ordered it, I did stipulate that Lena was supposed to be unconscious here and not dead… I’m always interested in commissioning art from talented individuals.
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