#karadanversimagine

The streets of National City wailed in fear as police officers and civilians scrambled to get away from the destructive Kryptonian. Her heat vision lasered through a police cruiser, causing it to explode, before three black SUVs pulled up. 

Soldiers exited from all three, firing round after round towards her chest but none of them pierced her bulletproof flesh. Another SUV pulled up and out came Director J’onn J’onzz, Deputy Director Alex Danvers and a specialised shotgun in her hand as it warmed up to fire.

However, before she could, the Kryptonian flew past and disarmed all of the agents, twirling Alex around to slam her arm into the car and break it. She slumped to the ground, laboured breathing creating mist in front of her, and an evil chuckle came from her poisoned sister.

“Classic Alex… Always on time to ruin the fun.” 

“Supergirl… I wanna help you.” Alex whimpered, still holding her arm against her chest whilst she shook in fear. 

“Supergirl! Please!” 

“Doesn’t look like help to me.” Supergirl glared at the shotgun that had skidded out of Alex’s reach.

“NO!” J’onn charged towards the Kryptonian to defend the woman he considered his daughter, but Supergirl simply batted him away and he was thrown into a metal light pole. 

“No! Please… you have to stop!” Alex begged her, but Supergirl’s cheeks glistened with red veins and her eyes turned bright yellow with heat. 

“Nothing on Earth can stop me.” She spat, a malevolent pride in her words.

“You don’t wanna kill me…” The brunette whimpered, closing her eyes as she prepared to face death.

“Nahzhgehn i shesur! (Become your inner self!)” A voice boomed in Kryptonese from behind Supergirl, the heat radiating from her eyes coming to a stop.

“That’s what you taught me, ieiu (mother). Become your inner self and you will soar amongst the people of Earth.”

She slowly turned around to face you, only to cackle with laughter. “You? You think you can stop me? You’re a pathetic little half-breed. Your kind need to be put in their place.” 

“Then do it.” You dared, confusing Supergirl. 

“If you want to conquer the earth, you have to strike me down and break me until I can’t be broken anymore. We both know that you will have to kill me to win, because you taught me to fight back, even when my body screams to give up.” 

You opened your arms in a daring but vulnerable move, exposing your chest to Supergirl and a small hint of fear hid behind your grinning eyes. 

“Y/N, don’t!” Alex called out in pain, wincing from her arm whilst Supergirl took her chance. 

She flew towards you and gripped you by the neck, but your quick movements kicked her back into an SUV, shattering the glass windows. 

“Come on! Remember me, Ieiu!” 

“I am not your mother, filthy half-breed!” She spat, her heat vision colliding with your chest and knocking you back. 

“No? Well then, how about I give you a reminder?!” You tackled Kara and shot into the air, your battle carrying to the skies. 

You didn’t want to hurt her, but by not fighting her, you were getting beaten up yourself. Heat vision eventually began to sear your skin, punches eventually causing bruises, and you crash-landed into the road below, a crater forming beneath you.

Kara landed on the edge of it, her vision tunnelling to focus on you whilst Alex shuffled to grab her gun from before. You stood slowly, right leg clearly disfigured, and you spat out a gob of blood.

“I am Y/N Zor-El, heir to the throne of Daxam and the High Council of Krypton. I am the piece to unite the destroyed cultures, and you are my mother. Which means that I have no pleasure in doing this.” 

Alex threw the gun to you and you shot Kara in the chest, the red beam diminishing the levels of Red Kryptonite in her body until there was nothing left. You stumbled as the heavy gun weighed you down, your vision blurring whilst Alex called for a sun grenade as you fell into the darkness.

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As the light of the infirmary ward began to return to Kara’s vision, she remained as still as a statue. Her memories were slowly coming back, a side effect of the Red Kryptonite she was exposed to, and her heart shattered as she saw nothing but fear.

“Did I kill anyone?” She murmured to the heartbeat by her side.

“No. No, you didn’t kill anyone.” Alex answered, noticing the defeat in her shuddering torso. 

“It was so horrible, Alex. It was so bad. It was… so horrible. Every bad thought I've ever had, it just… came to the surface.” Kara sobbed profusely as she observed Alex’s broken arm.

“I couldn't stop it. I didn't mean it… I didn't mean what I said to you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry for what I said.” 

“Kara… you’re my sister. And I love you. No matter what, yeah?” Alex cooed as she brushed a tear away from Kara’s face.

“Where… Where’s Y/N?” Kara realised, struggling to sit up.

“Kara-”

“Where’s my child?” She whimpered, scrambling to her feet as she sped out of the door. 

“Where is she?! Where’s my baby?!” 

“Over here, Mom.” She heard your coughing voice echo in her eardrums and she sped to find the sound, tears already pouring down her cheeks by the time she entered the smaller infirmary room. 

“You’re…” Her hands cupped her nose and pressed against the corners of her eyes to fail at stopping more tears.

Your arm was raised in the air by a hanging contraption that held your left shoulder in place whilst your hand was bandaged thoroughly, your right eye black and bruised as your skin slowly healed over a few burns and your lower body was hidden by a warm blanket.

“I’ll be okay, Mom.” You murmured as she walked slowly towards you, her hands shaking.

Kara slumped into the chair beside your bed and her head fell into her hands, her face screwed into pain and guilt as a sob broke through her closed-up throat.

“I did this… I hurt you. I hurt my baby.” She whispered, wishing that she could take it all back but she knew in her heart that she would have felt the same guilt for not saving those students from a fire in their school.

They reminded her of you.

“Mom…” You offered your other hand and Kara took it swiftly, kissing it as she apologised countless times.

“I’ll be okay. I have you, Auntie Alex, J’onn, Lena… but there was some truth to what you said. I am a half-breed.” 

“But you are not filthy.” Kara whimpered, her bottom lip quivering as she kissed your forehead, treating you like you were made of porcelain. 

“You are beautiful, and kind, and strong, and I am so... proud to call you my daughter.” 

Tears brewed in your eyes as you listened to Kara, your mind brewing worry as she moved to stand. 

“I’ll, uh… I’ll go and get some sun lamps.” 

“You can do that later. Just… be with me, please?” You offered your hand again.

“Of course, inah (daughter).” Kara chuckled tearily as she sat back down, taking your hand softly once more and rubbing her thumb up and down the back of your palm.

It was moments like this that she saw your father in you - the kindness in your smile, the knowing look in your eyes, and the reassurance in your words that you would love her unconditionally, just as she felt for you.

“Thank you, ieiu (mother).” You whispered, shuffling over on the bed so that you could rest your throbbing head on her shoulders and fall into a peaceful sleep, not hearing your mother’s whisper.