All of Kara's kids(connie, astra, maya, kieran, martha, others?) meet each other in another crisis.
A quick rundown on the kids in this fic and where they’re from: there’s Maya from the #mayaverse, Kieran and Astra from the #twinsverse, Connie from the #connieverse, Martha from the #marthaverse, Casey from the #caseyverse, Lissa from the #kiraverse, Carrie Kelley from this fic, Kal-El (yes, that Kal-El) from these two fics, Russell from this fic, Mike from these two fics (he wasn’t named in either, but that was the name I intended to give him), and Lily from this fic.
“Okay!” Maya yells. She has to bellow to be heard over the commotion. “Everyone, listen up! We’re going to go around and all share our names, our parents, and a little about ourselves. I’ll start. I’m Maya, my parents are Kara Zor-El and Querl Dox, and I’ve been working with my parents as a superhero on and off since I was sixteen.” She turns to the two kids next to her - a set of twins, she thinks - and nods. “You next.”
“I’m Kieran, this is Astra,” the boy says. “Our parents are Kara Danvers and Lena Luthor. I work with my mom as a superhero.”
“And I’m a psychologist,” Astra adds. “Or, that’s what I’m majoring in, at least.”
“Nice to meet you, Kieran and Astra,” Maya says. She points to the girl next to them. “Your turn.”
“Hi,” the girl says with a little wave. “I’m Connie, my parents are also Kara Danvers and Lena Luthor, and I’m actually a clone created from their mixed DNA, so I have limited Kryptonian powers.”
“Connie, you said your name was?” another girl asks, a redhead with glasses. “That’s weird, there’s a Connor in my universe who’s a half-Kryptonian clone of Superman.” Maya gives her a look, and the girl quickly adds, “I’m Carrie, my parents are technically a couple of neglectful assholes but I’ve basically been adopted by Kara Danvers and Kate Kane by this point, and I’m working with Kate as her sidekick Robin.”
“I’m sort of sensing a theme here,” Maya says. “Raise your hand if Kara Danvers-slash-Zor-El is your mother.”
Every hand goes up, although one of them is a little tentative. “I mean,” that boy says, “she’s technically my cousin, but she’s raised me since I was a baby, so I guess she sort of counts as my mom.”
“She’s your cousin?” Maya asks. She frowns a little. “Is your name Clark, by any chance?”
“What?” The boy looks confused. “No, it’s Kal-El.”
“Why do you keep calling me Clark?” Kal-El asks. “And why would you call me uncle? We’re basically the same age.”
“Well, in my universe, and I assume in Kieran and Astra’s as well, you’re older than Kara, and you use the human alias Clark Kent,” Maya explains.
“Ieiu’s pod must not have gotten trapped in the Phantom Zone in his universe,” Astra murmurs.
Kal-El frowns. “No, my pod was trapped in the Phantom Zone. I was there for thirteen years before I landed on Earth.”
Maya nods. “That explains a lot.”
“So are you still called Superman in your universe?” another one of the boys asked. At Maya’s look, he adds, “I’m Russell, my parents are Kara Danvers and William Dey, and I’m a photojournalist-in-training.”
“Right now, I’m going by Superboy,” Kal-El replies. “Maybe I’ll switch to Superman when I get older. I like the sound of it, actually.”
“Who still needs to introduce themselves?” Maya asks, trying to drag the conversation back on track. She points to four girls and a boy. “You five are the only ones left, right? Which one of you wants to go first?”
“I’ll go,” one of the girls says. She’s got the slightest hint of a Russian accent. “My name is Lissa, my mothers are Kara Zor-El and Kira Volkova, and they adopted me when I was little from an orphanage on Argo.”
“Kira Volkova?” Russell repeats. He looks around at the others. “Am I the only one who doesn’t know who that is?”
“Kira is Kara’s clone,” Lissa explains. “She was used as a weapon by the Kaznians first, and then she was rescued by the DEO. Kira Volkova is the name she chose.”
“Wait, in your universe, Mom is dating her own clone?” Connie asks. She makes a face. “That’s weird.”
“It’s not weird,” Lissa retorts, her accent strengthening. Her eyes start to glow a little bit too, which apparently means she’s got all the same powers as any other Kryptonian, and also means Connie should duck. “My mothers love each other.”
“Whoa, okay, no fighting,” Maya cuts in. “Connie, don’t call anyone else’s parents weird. Lissa, try not to attack anyone with your heat vision.”
Both girls back down, although Lissa doesn’t look particularly pleased about it. Maya makes a mental note to keep an eye on her and turns to the last four.
“You,” she says, pointing to one of the girls. “Your turn.”
“I’m Martha,” the girl says. “My parents are Kara Danvers and Kate Kane, and right now I’m working with Ima to help with her real estate business.”
“Ima?” Kieran asks.
“It’s Hebrew for Mom. It’s what I call Kate.”
“Cool, got it.”
Maya gestures at the next girl, trying to keep things moving. “Your turn.”
“I’m Lily,” the girl says. “And my parents… Okay, it’s a little complicated. My biological parents are Kara Zor-El and Querl Dox, but then Dad moved back to the thirty-first century and Mom stayed in the twenty-first, so they broke up and split custody of me, and now Dad is dating Lyle and Mom is dating Kate, so I guess they’re sort of my step-parents. And, like I said, I spend half my time in the thirty-first century with Dad, and the other half in the twenty-first century with Mom.”
“How do you not break the timeline?” Astra asks.
Lily shrugs. “I’m really, really careful.”
“Is it my turn now?” the final girl asks. “I’m Casey, Kara is my adoptive mom, and I’m working as her sidekick.” She turns to the boy. “Your turn, I think.”
“Cool,” the boy says, nodding. “I’m Mike, my parents are Kara Zor-El and Mon-El, and I have no idea what I want to do with my life.”
“Mood,” Carrie mutters.
“Is that everyone?” Maya asks, scanning the crowd and making sure to commit everyone’s names to memory.
“I think so,” Mike says. “Pretty sure I was the last one, right?”
“Right,” Casey agrees. “So now what?”
All eyes turn to Maya, which she should have expected, given that she’s the oldest and she’s somewhat set herself up in a leadership position. “Well…” she begins, not quite sure where to go from there.
“Now,” says a deep voice, “you are going to save the world.”
Everyone turns towards the voice, which is apparently coming from the tall, dark-skinned man in armor standing behind them. Maya looks him over and sighs.
“The Monitor, I assume?”
The man inclines his head. “The very same.”
“Oh, great,” Kieran groans. “Ieiu has told me about this guy.”
Maya steps forward, and all eyes fall on her again. She walks up to the Monitor until she’s between him and the others. With a small army of alternate universe half-siblings (and full-sibling, in Lily’s case) at her back, she’s pretty sure she can handle whatever the Monitor decides to throw at her.
“Just tell us where to go,” she says. “We’re ready.”
The Monitor smiles, just slightly. “Very well. Come with me, all of you. It’s time to save the world.”
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Supersoviet: Lissa being loved and taken care of by her moms :)
“Where are we going?” Lissa asks, leaning forward from the backseat of the car. “You promised you would tell me once we were in the car.”
“No, you declared that we had to do that,” Kara replies. “We never promised anything.”
“It’s a surprise, like we said,” Kira replies, her fingers drumming against her leg. Kara shoots her a sympathetic look. She knows that Kira hates cars, but Lissa is too young to go on a long flight with them, and considering the amount of supplies they’re bringing, this was the easiest option.
And Kira, she knows, would do absolutely anything for Lissa, so she hasn’t complained once about the car ride. She remains silent, even as her fingers drum faster and faster. At least they’re almost there.
“Alright,” Kara says as she finally pulls into a parking lot. Kira is out of the car almost before it’s even stopped. “Come on out, LIssa, we’re here.”
“We’re here?” Lissa repeats, looking out the window. “Where is here?”
“Just follow us,” Kira calls, already getting things out of the trunk. Lissa clambers out of the car and watches her pull out two picnic baskets and three folding chairs.
“Where are we going?”
“Just follow us,” Kara repeats, taking the chairs from Kira while she carries the picnic baskets. “Come on.”
Lissa obediently follows Kira and Kara into the park. After a few minutes, they turn a corner, and then…
“Here we are,” Kara says, but Lissa has already run out in front of them, her eyes wide. The lake is beautiful, Kara agrees, so she can’t entirely blame her.
“Look at all the water!” Lissa cries. “It’s so pretty!”
“Prettier than the waterfront in National City, we thought,” Kara agrees. “We can take you to the beach in Midvale when it’s a little warmer, but for now…”
“You said you wanted to see bodies of water, since there aren’t any large ones on Argo,” Kira says. “What do you think?”
“It’s amazing!” Lissa cries. “Can I go in?”
“Go ahead,” Kara says with a smile. “We brought a change of clothes if you get wet. We’ll have to get you a swimsuit soon.”
Lissa doesn’t seem to pay attention to any words after the first two; she shrieks in delight and throws herself into the water. Kira chuckles as she sets up the chairs.
“It’s good to see her so happy.”
“It is,” Kara agrees. She sits down in one of the chairs and holds her hand out. Kira sits down in the other and takes Kara’s hand obediently, threading their fingers together.
“We will do everything we can to make her happy,” Kira says. It’s not a question or a demand, merely a statement of fact.
“We will.” Kara squeezes Kira’s hand lightly. “Always.”
Supersoviet: Lissa loses her powers and gets sick for the first time. Kira is a basket case
“Kara!” Kira cries, running into their bedroom in a panic. “Kara, Lissa sneezed!”
Kara blinks. “Okay?”
“She sneezed!” Kira repeats. “Why did she do that?”
“She solar-flared, remember?” Kara replies. “So she doesn’t have her powers. There was probably just dust in the air or something. Or maybe she’s got a cold, but that’s not a big deal.”
“She could be sick?” Kira cries, horrified. “What should we do? How can we cure her?”
“You’ve never been sick before, have you?” Kara asks.
“No! And Lissa shouldn’t be sick either, she’s Kryptonian, this doesn’t happen to us-”
“It did on Krypton, sometimes,” Kara replies. “We don’t have powers on Krypton, and that means we’re not immune to disease. This might not be Lissa’s first time getting sick. And even if it is, it’s probably just a cold. She’ll be perfectly fine in a few days.”
“Are you certain?” Kira asks. “I don’t like this.”
“I know,” Kara sighs. “It’s not easy to see someone face a problem that you can’t help with. But this one really isn’t serious, I promise.”
“Is there anything I can do?” Kira asks.
“Maybe a store run?” Kara says, both because they’ll need supplies at the store and she thinks it might be a good idea for her to talk to Lissa privately for a few minutes, and that’ll mean getting Kira out of the house. “We’ll need tissues, and maybe some chicken noodle soup. That’s good for when you’re sick. And maybe cold medicine, if you see it. And orange juice.”
“Tissues, chicken noodle soup, cold medicine, and orange juice,” Kira lists. “I’ll go get them now.”
After Kira leaves, Kara goes to Lissa’s bedroom. “I heard you’re not feeling great?”
“Just a little stuffy,” Lissa replies, apparently not too concerned. “And I’m sneezing a bit, but it’s not bad.”
“Kira is terrified,” Kara remarks, sitting down on the end of Lissa’s bed.
Lissa sighs. “She’s going to be a basket case about this, isn’t she?”
Kara snorts, wondering briefly where Lissa got the phrase, then she nods. “Yeah, she most definitely is.”
Kara doesn’t kill. She’s a superhero, and she’s dedicated to her code. She doesn’t necessarily adhere to nonviolence, but she doesn’t use more violence than she has to, and she doesn’t kill.
Kira does, though, and right now, Kara can’t find it in herself to stop her.
Lissa is tied to a chair under red sun lamps, and the terror on her face is breaking Kara’s heart. They’re still not entirely sure who took her, just that they seem to have disappeared and left Lissa guarded by a small army. They’re no real match for the Kaznian army and the DEO forces, but they’re enough to delay Kara and Kira’s rescue of their daughter. And if Kira is making sure there’s no way any of the soldiers she fights will ever make trouble for them again… Well, Kara probably should stop her, but she doesn’t.
It doesn’t take long before all of the soldiers have been taken out, and Kara immediately swoops down to Lissa’s side. Kira lands next to her and throws one of the red sun lamps across the room. The bulb shatters on impact. She does the same with the other lamp while Kara unties Lissa’s wrists and hugs her as tightly as she can.
“Oh, baby girl, we were so worried about you.”
“I’m okay,” Lissa says, her voice trembling a little, and Kara’s heart breaks all over again at her daughter’s courage. “I knew you’d come.”
“We’ll always come,” Kira promises in a tight voice. She doesn’t join in the hug, and at a glance, Kara realizes why. She’s almost vibrating with rage, apparently still half caught in the battle craze from a few minutes ago. She still looks like she wants to kill someone, and Kara understands the urge.
But right now, their daughter needs them, so Kara jerks her head at Lissa slightly and watches as Kira closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. Slowly, her trembling body stills until the only things still shaking are her hands. Kira clenches her fists, then she stretches her fingers out as far as they can go. Her hands now still, she steps forward and wraps her arms around both Kara and Lissa. Kara can almost feel the tension in Kira’s chest, but Lissa relaxes into the embrace.
“We’ll always come,” Kira repeats, her voice a bit calmer. “Always. We will never let anyone touch you again.”
And maybe they’re surrounded by bodies, and maybe this is going to give all of them nightmares for weeks, and maybe they’re not quite okay yet, but they’re getting there. They’re going to be okay.
Lissa’s sixth birthday is perhaps the most celebrated sixth birthday ever. It’s her first birthday with Kara and Kira, after all, and that means they need to make sure it’s absolutely amazing.
And, to most people’s surprise, the one who gets the most frantic over it is Kira.
“It needs to be perfect,” she tells Kara, her accent sharp. “We need to make sure that everything is perfect, that everything-”
“It will be,” Kara says, taking Kira’s hands to stop her from refolding the napkins for the seventh time. “Why are you so worked up about this?”
“It’s Lissa’s first birthday with us!” Kira protests. “Who knows if she’s even really celebrated her birthday before? This might be the first time anyone’s cared enough to celebrate her, and we need to make sure she knows exactly how much she means to us!”
“Kira,” Kara says cautiously, “do you think you might be projecting a little bit?”
Kira’s face spasms a little, just enough to let Kara know she’s right. “This is about Lissa,” she deflects weakly.
“I know it is,” Kara replies, “but I think it’s a little bit about you too.” How does she say this without making Kira get upset? She always gets prickly when anyone brings up the fact that she’s still not used to people caring about her, and Kara doesn’t really think they have the time to get into Kira’s fear of intimacy right now. Alex will be bringing Lissa home for her party in half an hour, and even if that might be enough time for a quick emotional breakdown, Kara doesn’t think Lissa’s birthday is the right day for it.
“Look,” she says, shelving all the things she wants to say with a note to bring them up at a better time, “Lissa knows we love her. She knows she’s our daughter that we adore. Giving her the perfect party would be nice, but if we can’t manage it, that doesn’t mean we love her any less, and Lissa knows that. You know that too, Kira. Let’s just give Lissa the best party we can, and that’ll be enough.”
Kira swallows. She looks a little fragile, and Kara marvels at how far they’ve come that Kira would let her see this. Maybe she’ll even be able to talk to her about her feelings tonight without Kira snapping at her over it.
“Alright,” Kira finally says. “But it will be the best party we can possibly give.”
“Of course it will be,” Kara agrees with a smile. “Trust me, Kira, it’ll be great.”
And judging by the way Lissa squeals with delight when she gets back and can’t stop hugging Kara and Kira all day, Kara thinks it’s pretty great indeed.
“I love you guys,” Lissa says when they put her to bed that night, and Kira leans down to kiss her forehead with a smile.
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Lissa starts developing Kira's accent (just family fluff!!!)
The changes in Lissa’s accent start out hardly noticeable. She has a certain roundness on some sounds, and a certain stress on others. At the beginning, it’s mostly just with words Lissa has learned specifically from Kira. And then…
Well. Then, it grows.
It’s at least partially purposeful, Kara’s certain. Lissa is surrounded by many people who speak with American accents, after all, and only one heavy Kaznian accent. It would make more sense for her to pick up the American one, and she does - she can speak with a flawless American accent when she wants to - but she picks up the Kaznian one too. She learns Russian too, which Kara’s never quite managed to get a hang of, and she and Kira take to chatting together in Russian, playfully delighting in Kara’s inability to understand them. They plan her birthday surprise like that, right in front of her, and when they tell Kara, she laughs and laughs.
It gets to the point when Lissa’s accent varies throughout the day, going from purely American to purely Kaznian to something in between. In school, Kara thinks Lissa pretty much sticks to the American accent, but when she’s talking with Kira, her Kaznian accent gets stronger and stronger. It’s charming, honestly, and Kara loves it.
Then again, she would love anything Lissa did, just because Lissa was the one doing it.
This, though, she especially loves, because it’s proof of Lissa and Kira’s affection for each other, and it just makes Kara realize how far all three of them have come. And so, when Lissa and Kira speak in accents so thick they’re practically unintelligible, or when they slip into Russian entirely, Kara doesn’t mind at all. She just sits and listens, and she smiles.
After all, what’s better than hearing her family having fun?
Lissa introduces her parents to her school for career day. (Reporter at CatCo and leader of Kasnia).
“Alright,” the teacher says, “now it’s Lissa’s turn! Lissa, did you bring your parents?”
“I brought my moms!” Lissa says, beaming. “This is Kara, she’s a reporter at CatCo, and this is Kira, she’s the leader of Kaznia!”
There’s a long moment of stunned silence, then Kira forces out an unconvincing laugh. “Lissa is exaggerating,” she says. “I work for the Kaznian government, but I am not the leader of the country.”
And technically, on paper, she’s not. In reality, she may be the one who’s pulling most of the strings, but no one else needs to know that.
“Oh,” the teacher says with a smile that looks as forced as Kira’s laugh sounded. “Well, can you tell us about your job, or do we not have high enough security clearance?” She laughs a little, trying to sound as nervous as she obviously feels.
“I can’t tell you much,” Kira says, “but I can tell you it is very boring. It’s very hard to get people to work together. Democracy is a hassle.”
The kids are all staring with wide eyes, while all of the parents share looks. Kara quickly steps forward.
“And I’m a reporter with CatCo magazine,” she says. “I started out as Cat Grant’s personal assistant, then I got a job as a reporter. I’ve written a lot of articles for the magazine, and I’ve met a lot of interesting people through it. I’ve even interviewed Supergirl!”
The attention quickly shifts to Kara, leaving Kira standing half a step behind her, a small smirk on her face. When Lissa looks over at her, she winks.
After all, this had been their plan all along, and the boy who had teased Lissa for having two mothers would likely think twice before doing so again. Lissa could be sneaky when she wanted to be, and Kira proudly took complete credit for it.
Lissa gets bullied. Her moms are furious. (Especially Kira)
This is somewhat of a prequel to this.
When Lissa comes home with the knee of her pants ripped and tear tracks on her face, Kira sees red.
“Who did this?” she spits, and if not for Kara’s hand wrapped tightly around her wrist, she might just leave and go find them on her own and make them regret everything they’ve ever done, especially making Lissa cry. She cannot believe-
“Kira,” Kara says quietly, “I think you’re overwhelming Lissa.”
Kira looks over at Lissa and sees that her lower lip is indeed wobbling like she’s about to cry. “I’m sorry,” she says, forcing her fury back down to a place where it won’t scare Lissa anymore. “I’m sorry, sunshine. But what happened?”
“One of the boys,” Lissa says in a small voice. “He… He pushed me. And he teased me because…”
“Because what, baby?” Kara asks gently.
Lissa’s voice is so quiet that Kira is barely able to make out her words. “Because I have two moms.”
Kira thought she had felt rage before. She was wrong. This is rage, the purest form of it, and she is going to burn with it, and she’s going to take the whole world with her.
Kara’s hand wraps around her wrist again, gripping it so tightly Kira can hear the bones grinding together. For a moment, she thinks it’s to contain her, and then Kira realizes that Kara is gripped by the same rage that’s engulfed Kira.
And then she realizes that Lissa is looking at them with wide, fearful eyes.
“Sunshine,” she says, carefully keeping her voice level, “come here.”
Lissa runs into Kira’s arms and buries her face in Kira’s shoulder. “He- He said-”
“You don’t have to repeat what he said,” Kira says. She looks up at Kara, whose jaw is tight like she’s in pain. She’s not as used to this rage as Kira is, so it takes her a moment longer to smother it.
“Baby girl,” Kara says when she’s regained control of herself, bending down and running a hand over Lissa’s hair, “we love you so much. You know that, right?”
“I know,” Lissa says. She wraps one arm around Kara and pulls the three of them into a group hug. Kira doesn’t fight it, just holds onto her daughter as tightly as she can.
And, deep in the core of her body, she feels her fury burn, banked but not extinguished, and she tries to convince herself not to find the boy who made Lissa feel like this and destroy him with it.
