#c:kara

[...10 minutes later...]

One of the enforcers’ hand went for the power dampening collar on their hip, but it only took a flick of Lorna’s hand for them to go flying back by their belt. “Idiot.” This was reckless, stupid, but Lorna was angry. The other Enforcer shot one of their tasers at her. Lorna cried out, but it didn’t stop her sending the electricity back up to the one shooting it at her. Ripping the barb from her, she stalked towards the Enforcer, metal bracelet flying from her wrist towards them. But before she could do anything, another figure appeared.

Rahne considered this for a moment, nodding as she did. For a long time, her life had been about two things: survival and obedience. But now, things were different. “Aye. I think it is. The trouble is figurin out what it is really about.”

Barry let out a breath when she talked and rubbed his hands against his thighs. “Talk about why I hung up my suit or the fact that I feel like I got replaced?” He asked as he looked up at Kara, swallowed hard as he tried not to play with his fingers, something that he recently picked up.

The metal wall of the dumpster is cold against his back as he hides.

No matter how many times he’d been caught rummaging through the trash, it never ceased to make his heart jump when someone exited the kitchen door, allowing light to pour out into the dark. And yet, a minor heart attack was worth the perfectly fine food they tossed away if it meant he could eat something other than what was offered in the vending machine outside of his motel room. 

He waits, heart beating against his ribs, and he listens to hear if whoever it is will walk off. Strangely enough, he hears nothing at all. Are they waiting for him? Santí gives it a moment or two before he lifts, slowly, to peek just above the rim of the dumpster. 

Even in the odd light coming from the kitchen that only casts a halo around her form, Santí recognizes her instantly. He never forgets a face, and certainly not a friendly one.

“Hello, again,” he says, just loud enough for her to hear him. “Do you have something for me tonight?” 

You never knew who you’d meet on a rooftop. Gabby had already met a ‘brooding crusader’ as he’d put it up there just the other night. Now, today, she was sitting on the edge of a roof looking out over the city, when she heard someone land on the other side. Curious, she scrambled up, standing on the ledge to gain some height and looking. Her eyes widened.

“Supergirl?” No way. This was so cool.

[ x ] It went without saying that Matt wasn’t really a decorator. In his home, pre Kara, there weren’t any pictures or much decor. It had the bare minimum. That’s just the way he liked it. He didn’t really have it in him to find the time to think about how to decorate his home. But this wasn’t pre Kara anymore. This wasn’t just his home, it was their home and that obviously meant that Kara had some say in the way the house was decorated. That would lead them to here, Matt and Kara standing in the middle of the office as Kara told him where to put what and what to put where. Moving his desk to the corner like she had ordered, he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t care how many times you ask me, there is no way I’m hanging up a picture of Molly Ringwald in the office.”