Can you maybe write something about Kara arm wrestling someone for reader like she did for ruthye? (im so obsessed with this scene omg)

I am happy to admit I was shamelessly hoping someone would drop this ask in particular in my inbox, was literally blushing at the theatre the first time I saw the scene….so your wish my command sweet anon. And thank you for the compliment. Truly, very kind. Sorry it’s so short, but I wanted to get this ask out. ❤️

Set in my Heiress x bodyguard Kara Zor El AU

Warnings: Kara Zor el being protective, men being men, snarky confident Kara Zor el, reader who watches Kara break a man’s wrist and loves it, wrist fracture, arm wrestle, that’s about it-

The glinting lights of the downtown club were so bright they might as well have been a yellow sun. They were disturbing to the eyes, sent her eyes in an odd bleary watery way, and made her bones ache. Kara had not been to a yellow sun in ages. Why? Because she had been busy shadowing you, you in all your glory with your sugary smiles and hands that would cling to Kara everywhere you went.

It had been a particularly bad day, one that made you beg and plead, holding onto Kara’s sleeve as you got into the sleek back car after classes, “can we go dancing at the club? Just one dance? I’m absolutely sick and tired of charity events and daddy making me do all those galas” you spoke, twirling your hair, and immediately finding solace in Kara’s arms. Your head resting on her shoulder, looking more like a tired little girl, pent up after days of endless play, than a 21 year old young woman. It was endearing, and so Kara had sighed, a flick of blonde hair cascading into the air, “you’re paying” she let out, and you had smiled so wide, and leaned in to press a kiss to Kara’s nose, “thank you”.

And so, here you were, a few drinks in, Kara stood right by your side like a sentient. Hands in her pocket, unable to let herself have any fun, this use to be her element. Bar hopping on so many suns, drinking whatever alcohol the planet had to offer, solar vodka, red sun tequila, shots that smelt disturbing but worked numbing the pain. Now, after a good few months away from the clubbing experience, Kara Zor el found no pleasure in the act anymore.

“Kara-“ you whined, a few drinks in already, cheeks flushed, tinted, eyes hazy, fingers curious as they held onto Kara’s coat lapels, “dance with me” you whined. Kara eyed you with an amused brow, you were so sweet and cuddly when inebriated, a total difference to Kara, who was usually a bit snarky. Kara lead you to the dance floor, where bodies were moving wildly, Kara being Kara lead you to closer to the wall, where the light wasn’t as bright and you had enough space for a dip or a twirl.

She held your waist in soft hands, fingers cascading softly over the skin underneath your shirt, you didn’t seem to mind, carefree, giggling and enjoying every bit of Kara letting lose. That’s when Kara caught the guy staring. He was shameless. Eyes right on you both, smiling stiffly when you giggled into Kara, and that made Kara tense. Instantly. On alert. Because the guy looked harmless. He looked like the type of guy with a kind heart, and a little too much ego. He didn’t look disgusting, or perverted, or any sort of personality that would make her skin crawl. He looked like he saw two girls having fun, and decided he wanted in.

“Let’s get some water before we leave, your cheeks are a little too red for my liking” Kara spoke into your ear, leading you away with a hand around your waist. Kara made sure you nursed at least half of the water, rubbing your cheeks softly. You for your part simply smiled, that lopsided grin, hands eager as you sat on Kara’s lap, your water in hand, Kara kept an arm around you, kissing your forehead softly, mumbling against your head, “you’ve got curfew in 20 minutes”.

You chuckled, that low laugh, “how ridiculous is it that I’m 21 and have a curfew?” Kara was about to answer, when she spotted the man from earlier, he got up in a way that made Kara tense, and when he approached the same bar table you were at, he sat down with ease. A contented smile on his face, “hello ladies, out for the weekend?”

Small talk. Kara usually thrived on small talk, bar hopping, meeting so many different races that spoke different tongues taught her much, but she didn’t like this. This felt wrong, and so Kara being Kara held you tighter, but looked the man directly in the eyes. Her confident air coming out, supergirl in action.

“Something like that. What about you? Watching the game? I hear it’s 3-1.”

The man nodded, “yeah, games rigged. Say, I saw you two over there dancing the night away, and wanted to know, could I dance with your girl?” He said it so confidently, like it was just a simple question, he pointed to you, and you visibly recoiled, holding tighter onto Kara.

Kara’s lips twitched, once, twice, before she spoke, making a soft ttt noise with her mouth, “yeah, no shot buddy. But nice try” and then she was getting up, hands already escorting you away. You were use to guys making passes at you, with your millions of money, and confident air boys asked every weekend. And then you’d put your hand to your mouth, acting like you wish you could have, but look at your watch and say, “I wish I could. But I have so many engagements to attend to. Perhaps next time?” And you’d give them a playful wink and Kara would swoop in, hand on your arm, and whisk you away through the glass doors. That was the easy part, boys usually would gawk and take a step back when they would see Kara. She had eyes that were calm, firm, but authoritative if needed. She had no problem kicking some young posh boys butts across a charity gala floor.

This wasn’t a boy. It was a full grown man, mid thirties, with a face full of facial hair, and no matter how nice he seemed to be, or down to earth, you wouldn’t have touched him with a five feet poll. And Kara knew that.

“Hey! I’m not asking for much here! Just a dance! You can watch the whole time! What’s the harm? Want me to pay for her? How much do you think you’re worth honey?” He chimed at you, taking out his wallet, which remained empty, save for a few dollar bills.

Kara was halfway to the door, hand around your waist, when he spoke that, and her jaw flexed, immediately she had to make sure her grip on your waist wasn’t slipping, that her fingers weren’t accidentally pulling too hard, and without a second thought, she opened the door, pushed you out, “let me talk to him real quick” she gave you a wink and turned back on her heel, back to the man who eyed her like Kara was just some simple girl trying to defend her girlfriends’ honor. Which she was, but obviously the man hadn’t looked at a newspaper or watched the news lately, he didn’t know the girl who was stalking up to his chair, one foot a time, was supergirl, he didn’t know what she was capable of, she perhaps if he had, he would have ran.

“What did you say?” Kara spoke, words firmly to planted, she looked offended and angry, nostrils rising, trying to keep her cool, to remain calm, but the way the man simply threw cash her way, the green dollar bills flying across the table and landing at Kara’s feet.

“Is 20 acceptable? Perhaps 30?”

Kara’s jaw clenched, and she sighed, rolling her head back, “I promised I wouldn’t do this-“ she uttered, biting her tongue. He spoke, “I won’t go higher than 50. She isn’t worth it” the words were said so callously that Kara sighed, like she knew this man was going to end up with a bloody nose and begging for Kara to leave him alone. But before she could take a step you were grabbing her coat, “Kara-kara he’s not worth it. Let’s just go home” you spoke, voice sweet, comforting, moving to grab her hand, take her warm fingers into your own, leading her away, gently like trying to wrangle a tiger back into its cage.

“Not even 50?? Probably isn’t even a good fuck either-she looks too timid-although the confidence might even it out-“

Kara was back in a flash, gently prying you off, before she moved to sit in the seat across from him, eyes glinting, she eyed the money before gently pushing the bills across back to the man, with firm eyes, and a strong smile, she spoke, “I don’t want your money. She’s not going to dance with you, so let it go”.

The man smiled, like he got some high in the way Kara twitched, “so…not money. What else you got? You’re a tough one huh?” He chimed, at that Kara leaned back, her grey eyes seeming to gleam, “something like that”.

Kara eyed you, your arms were folded, pensive, still drunk, but sober enough to understand. Kara gave you a wink, and immediately you smiled, and then nodded, giving her the green light to play a little game. You loved watching Kara play games, especially when she’d win. You knew she would, she always did, and it made your cheeks blush and heart race. Because she looked like a knight in shining armor.

“Arm wrestle. I’ll arm wrestle you for her. If you win, you get the dance, if I win, you don’t..” the words were said with perfect precision, Kara’s blonde brow rising, a smirk on her features.

The man laughed, laughed in her face, like he was sure he’d win, sure he looked big, had arms that were defined, but he was no match for a kryptonian. He’d find out the hard way.

“Sure this ain’t going to hurt you? Little girl?” He sneered, putting his arm on the table, hand extended, Kara’s lips twitched, her grey eyes alight, blonde hair falling over her eyes, “don’t worry about me.”

Kara moved her arm over the table, fingers sliding into the man’s, eye contact electric, the man smiled wildly, eying all the people who had congregated over, he was a man of great pride, and was so busy eying the other men who whooped and laughed. Kara caught your eye again, toying with her soft bedroom eyes, giving you a small smirk, like she knew how much you loved seeing her so confident, ready to take this man down like a fly. She’d taken down aliens and beat up an alien for a sword, she could to this easy.

On three, the man’s arm pushes, nothing happens. Kara’s arm stays still, she doesn’t flinch, her veins don’t budge Signalling any distress. The man grunts harder, trying faster, his own muscles are buldging, fingers shaking, veins popping out so horribly you want to turn away, but it’s so achingly hot seeing Kara, smirk, and eye the clock, all while the man grunts and turns himself red purple.

“Are you done?” She quips, eyeing him with fake concern, empathy as fake as his money, “you don’t look too hot, your veins are-“ she makes a face, “bulging. Gross”. The joke makes you chuckle, because Kara’s humor is unmatched.

The man snarls, and throws all his strength, Kara sighs, and gently effortlessly, like she’s done this a million times, pushes his hand down. It’s a fast movement, so fast you don’t hear the way the man’s wrist gives out with a sharp clean crack, it reverberates around the room. Makes grown man step back in fear. The man lets out a yelp, “what the hell? What- you bit-“ but before he can even say the word Kara knocks him out, one swift smack across the face, and he’s down on the ground. People part, wanting no part, but clapping as Kara raises her hands, “thank you, thank you, and goodnight” she gives a salute, and makes her way back to you, snaking her arm across your waist and pulling you out of the bar.