I still don’t comprehend the idea of slurping the sun. What was the reason? Show how dumb and desperate are they? That was a waste of time for the finale.
It would have been more interesting and more organic if S6 had focused on Kara feeling disconnected from humanity. If the "lets take people's humanity" had caused more of a ripple among the superfriends. If the decision to use the dome to trap the dream monster had caused more of a crisis. If someone (*cough*Lena*cough*) had taken Kara aside at some point and told her they were worried about, about the changes they've seen in her, pointing out how Kara's laser focus on stopping Nyxly was less about protecting the people and more about punishing Nyxly for betraying her trust.
I agree it was a waste of time for the finale. They didn't play up the moral greyness of Kara's actions throughout the season to justify the minutes they spent having her listen to people going "I thought Supergirl was the good guy" and having it shock her back to her senses.
It also didn't make sense that Kara didn't get at least a little bit of a boost from the slurping she did manage to do. There was literally no change in her abilities before and after that justified having the slurping occur at all.
It also didn't make sense that the Superfriends were ultimately ready to fall in line behind Kara to let her do it. Kara's decision should have been met with outrage and horror, and her insistence that 'it's the only way' should have elicited a 'if you go down this road, you're going down it alone'. Especially Lena. Who had already gone against her better judgement earlier in the season when she disagreed with Kara's methods but ultimately caved (and had done so apparently off screen??).
They could have easily traded the sun slurping for more time to give Lillian a proper send off. Both she and Lena deserved better than what they got.
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I would imagine Lena being hesitant to having an older brother all over again. She had loved and I believe still loves Lex after it all, and she's wary of this kind-hearted gentleman who wants to be her brother. She overcomes it eventually, but there's a sandbox for angst
Yeah. I think Kara might have to talk her into giving Eoin a chance. After all, if she was able to give Kara a second chance, couldn't Lena give Eoin a first? Especially after the DNA test confirms his claim, and he's able to provide even more photographic evidence from the album he inherited after their mom died.
Plus, Kara goes on to mention, didn't Lena go to Newfoundland in the first place to find some remaining piece of her mother? Well, here he is. And maybe finding out Eoin is a good guy will help Lena further believe that she can be a good person too, despite Elizabeth's mistakes and the Luthors' indifference.
I like to think that Eoin would start visiting National City as often as he can, and eventually moves there. Which means he'd be around to participate in the public events hosted by Lena's new charitable foundation. And he'd be able to see her big smile and watch her interact with kids and just... wow.
"It's amazing she's stayed so kind, after everything she's been through," he remarks quietly to Kara, who is similarly watching Lena with utter affection in her eyes.
Kara nods. "Yeah. She's had a tough road, but... in her heart, Lena has always been good. The world is better for having her in it."
Like, a man a few years older than Lena approaches her as she leaves the office of her new foundation. He apologizes for catching her at a bad time, but he's been trying to schedule an appointment but her assistant hadn't been willing to book him in.
Canonically, Lena has been willing to receive visitors who arrive without appointments (see: Kara Danvers, Ben Lockwood), so of course she takes some time to pause and hear him out.
He asks if there's somewhere more private where they could talk (as they are currently in the middle of the sidewalk), but Lena explains that she a) is busy, and b) has a policy against going anywhere with strange men whose business she does not know. Which, he acknowledges, is fair enough.
He hems and haws a little bit, trying to explain that it's something difficult to explain, and he's not sure how to go about telling her.
"I'm sorry," Lena interjects when he gets nowhere after several moments, "but I really am on my way to an appointment--"
"I'm your brother," the man blurts.
Lena freezes. Whatever she expected to say, it's not that. A dozen thoughts flash behind her eyes, trying to figure out his angle, but almost immediately simply puts on a grin.
"Seeing as you have a full head of hair and aren't currently in the Phantom Zone, I'll have to disagree," she tells him with a chuckle. She makes to leave. "Nice try, though."
Before she can move more than than two feet, the man calls out and roots her to the spot.
"Your birth name is Lena Walsh." Lena slowly turns towards him. "You once had a bear named Miss Pizzly. It was brown, and soft, and you carried it everywhere."
No one could possibly know that. Miss Pizzly had barely survived a week at the Luthor manor before she mysteriously disappeared.
"Elizabeth Walsh drowned in a lake in 1996. She was from Fortune Bay, but came to the States after the death of her friend's husband."
The man takes a step towards her, as Lena watches him with a wary eye.
"They say she was a witch," he says, his voice hushed so only Lena can hear.
For several long moments, Lena regards him, weighing her options and the likelihood of him being who he says he is. She comes to no conclusion, reticent to trust the idea of a brother who's never been mentioned.
"What do you want?" she says finally.
The man settles back on his heels, seemingly satisfied that she hasn't rejected his claim outright. He puts his hands in his coat pockets. Lena has to admit he doesn't look threatening.
"I'd hoped we'd have a chance to get to know each other." His mouth lifts into a hopeful smile. "I'm Eoin."
Lena's eyes narrow. "And if what you say is true, Owen, why now?"
The man offers a shrug. "I only learned who you'd become when I spent a few days back in Fortune Bay. Florence told me everything about your visit."
Florence's mention is enough to give at least some of his story credence. It's enough for her to open herself up to believing, just maybe, he might be telling the truth.
"Let's take this somewhere more private."
Somewhere more private is back inside her office-- she'd prefer the familiarity of her own apartment, away from the ears of any prying assistants, but she knows better than to show a stranger where she lives. So the office has to do, and she returns her coat and purse to their rack.
There, in the place of her professional power, she prompts him to elaborate. Eoin gladly gets started, sharing that he's four years older than Lena, that they'd had different fathers and than when their mother died he'd gone to live with his Da (who was also from Fortune Bay, but had left in search of better work a few years before Elizabeth did), but had visited Florence in the summers.
Florence had tried teaching him magic, but he never had the spark. Too much of his dad in him, Florence always said. But he learned the way of nature and the various plants that could be made into tinctures and the like, before he finally graduated secondary and found work in Canada.
Now he's a welder, he tells her. It's honest work, but pays enough to get by. He's not here for money, nor a hand to lift him above his current means. He only wants to regain the sister he thought lost to him-- might as well have died with their mother, for all he knew what happened to her.
"I'm glad you found a good family," he says.
Lena fights the urge to scowl. "You mean a rich family." She pegs him with a hard stare. "Their wealth doesn't mean they were kind, or warm. It doesn't mean I was loved."
Eoin winces a little. "I'm sorry," he offers. "I'd hoped you'd have that, at least. It's what Ma would have wanted."
While he's been sharing his story, Lena had subtly texted Kara a message-- to come to her office with a cheek swab kit. Kara's knock then saves Lena from having to respond, instead turning to greet Kara (who doesn't wait for an invitation to enter).
Kara Danvers regards Eoin suspiciously. "I hope I'm not interrupting," she says carefully.
"You're right on time," Lena assures her.
Not taking her eyes off the unfamiliar man in Lena's office, Kara extends the small cardboard box towards Lena.
"I brought the thing you asked for," she says. "Everything okay?"
Lena neither confirms nor refutes. "Kara, this is Eoin. Eoin..." She waits for Eoin to provide his last name.
"Oh!" Eoin straightens, his cheeks splitting into a charming smile that reminds Kara of... someone else's. He reaches out to offer a handshake. "Dunne. Eoin Dunne."
Kara takes his hand and gives it a slow up and down. "Kara Danvers."
"Pleasure to make your acquaintance."
When Kara reclaims her hand and shoots Lena an inquisitive glance, Lena continues. "Mr. Dunne here claims he's the son of Elizabeth Walsh."
A familiar crinkle appears between Kara's eyebrows. Kara's heard all about Lena's mother by now-- the good, bad, and ugly. The pieces slowly fall into place.
"Which would mean..."
"We're related," Lena confirms. "Yes. That is, if Mr. Dunne doesn't object to a DNA test." She brandishes the swab kit.
Eoin's demeanor doesn't sour in the slightest. "'Course not," he replies. "I'm happy to provide any proof you'd like... birth certificate or such."
"We'll take things one step at a time--"
"Oh! I almost forgot." Eoin rifles through his pockets, before finally withdrawing a photograph from his inside jacket pocket. He hands it to Lena. "Thought you might want to see this."
Lena takes the photo in her fingers, bringing it closer. Kara leans in, curious to see as well. Lena's heart leaps to her throat at the image captured by the camera.
It's a little girl sitting in front of a slightly off-center homemade birthday cake, with a party hat on her head. A taller, lanky boy stands beside the birthday girl, bedecked in a matching hat. The boy is watching the girl as she blows out her candles; even through the lens and the years, the affection in his gaze is unmistakeable.
Lena can't say she recognizes the boy, or even see any familiarities in the man now in her office, but she recognizes the little girl.
It's herself.
"Ma got that picture on your fourth birthday," Eoin explains. "When the photo came back she said it was her favorite yet. Put it on the fridge, even."
Even without the proof of the DNA test, belief sparks in her chest.
"Why wouldn't I remember you?"
Eoin shrugs. "You were young. Can't say I remember much from when I was four. Or maybe it was easier not to."
Their eyes meet for a long moment, before Eoin shifts readily.
"You wanna take your swab then?"
He opens his jaw for easier access. Kara takes the kit from Lena's frozen fingers and swabs his cheek, carefully depositing the swab in its plastic cap.
"Thank you," Kara says softly.
Eoin nods. "Of course." He looks to Lena. "I really don't want anything from you, Lena. I just hoped we could reconnect. I've always wondered about you."
He smiles, then, his features warm.
"I've missed you."
Lena doesn't-- can't-- respond. After a long moment, Eoin straightens. "I'll take my leave. I've left my number with your assistant-- if decide you want to reach out. I'll be in town for about a week."
He tips his ballcap. "Ladies."
And then he's gone, letting himself out of Lena's office without any further ado. Silence stretches for a long moment, as Kara allows Lena some time to process what's just happened.
"You okay?" she asks finally, cupping Lena's elbow softly.
Lena doesn't have an answer to give her. Instead, she simply takes the swab kit from Kara's hand.
Lena hasn’t had ice cream in years. Fifteen years, to be precise. She got away with the odd scoop here and there as a child, but at some point Lillian decided it was too messy and unbecoming for a Luthor to eat. When the comments about Lena’s dress size started rolling in, Lena lost her taste for it anyway.
So when Kara asks her favorite flavor, prepared to fish a pint from the extensive collection in her freezer, Lena just shrugs from her seat on the couch and responds that any will do. Kara takes her ice cream far too seriously for that.
“You don’t have one, do you?”
Kara has always seemed to read between Lena’s lines, and tonight is no different. Lena shrugs again, using her phone–where she suddenly has to answer an urgent email– as an excuse not to respond. She hears Kara rummaging in the freezer, and just as Lena hits send, Kara dumps an armful of pints into her lap and thrusts a spoon under her nose.
“Start tasting,” Kara instructs.
A taste of each one doesn’t do much for Lena except make her queasy. It isn’t until she reaches for the half-melted strawberry cheesecake thirty minutes later that Kara blinks and declares a winner.
Its another two weeks before Kara realizes that Lena will eat literally any flavor of ice cream, so long as it has rainbow sprinkles on top.
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