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Oh, Powerless is still my baby, so yes, absolutely I want to continue it. Repost it and continue it.
I just got so many longfics on hiatus that it's gotten hard to work it into my piling list of priorities. 😥 And Powerless is expected to be a sprawling, epic fic.
I think I would like to focus on completing 21 Days and getting my flow back with Hidden From Sunlight before tackling Powerless again. 🤔
Thank you for the ask! I'm so happy you enjoy Powerless! 💖
“This is how the story goes, Virgil. The hero and the princess. Remember who you are. Remember what you are: the villain of this story.”
‘’powerless’’, a sanders sides fanfiction written by @impatentpending
i read powerless for the first time earlier this year, around february-march. i don’t have the habit of reading fanfic, but i had heard of this one even earlier, around the second half of 2019, and i always saw people saying very good things about it. so, i decided to give it a shot. and boy oh me oh my is it a STORY. there’s so many details i like about it, but while i was reading, i started to think about how if it was an original book, it would definitly have a fandom of it’s own, and honestly, it deserves one. overall, it’s inspiring, and i personally think i’m not exaggerating when i say it’s life changing. a little while ago i asked the author what some of her favorite powerless quotes wore (don’t know if she would remember this, also i was on anon), exatcly so i could put one of those to match the aesthetics. i don’t know how to draw but i do love aesthetics, so i tried my best to choose the pictures the closest to the things displayed in the story. consider this my way of showing my love and appreciation for it. tagging @grazysmagellan who’d met through posting screenshots of this fic and freaking out about it on twitter. also, i don’t think i’ll ever get over u. n. owen’s identidy reveal.
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Fandom: Supergirl/Powerless
Rating: K+
Summary: What it says on the tin, folks. *points to title*
A/N: Ridiculous nonsense, as per usual. Spoilers for Powerless and Supergirl.
...
Meanwhile, in scenic CHARM CITY...
Van Wayne has a brilliant idea.
“No, really,” Emily says, shortly after Van holsters his finger guns and retreats to his office. “This might actually be a great idea.”
“He stole it from Lex Corp,” Jackie says, taking a languid sip of coffee. (Black and bitter, much like her feelings for this job.) “Oh. Sorry. L-Corp.”
“So pretentious,” Teddy mutters.
“I know. Like knocking off the 'e' and 'x' is going to improve stock prices,” Ron shakes his head.
“Did you guys know that even after it was revealed that Lex Corp was run by a raving megalomaniac, their stock prices were still better than ours?” Wendy says with her patented deranged cheer.
The group sighs.
“So much for morale,” Teddy quips.
“Hey, hey,” Emily grins, making sure to engage in at least three seconds of meaningful eye contact with her team. Only three out of four squirm in discomfort, which is progress. “That's why Van's idea is so great! We'll have a chance to show the world we aren't run by some...crazy billionaire with morally questionable secret agendas! And then we'll have an edge over Lex Corp!”
“L-Corp.”
“Whatever.”
The team doesn't look entirely convinced, but then, they rarely do. They wander back to their respective cubicles, while Emily and Jackie remain close to the elevators; Van's made them agree to meet the reporter. Something about aesthetically pleasing face symmetry and an article he read on BuzzFeed.
“So, do we know anything about this...person?” Emily asks, smoothing her sweater and skirt, in spite of the fact that both are immaculate.
Jackie shrugs.
“Just that it's the same person who did the L-Corp spread. I told you. He literally stole this idea from L-Corp. The entire thing.”
Emily's smile dips at the corners, just for a moment, but it's enough to earn a knowing nod from Jackie. And Jackie looks as though she's about to say more, but the elevator dings, and both turn on reflex.
A tall blonde neither of them recognize enters the bullpen hesitantly, adjusting her glasses and looking around.
“Um,” she says, spotting them, and hurrying over. “Hi. Sorry. I'm—I'm look for a...Stan Wayne? Am I in the right—”
“Van Wayne,” Jackie tells her.
The reporter's forehead sports a confused crinkle. “...What?”
“Hi!” Emily doesn't wait for Jackie's dry follow up, “Emily Locke, SVP of Research and Development.” She sticks out her hand and puts on a winning smile. Which is essentially the same smile she's been sporting all morning, but if asked, she'd argue that this smile has ten percent more 'Go Get 'Em' and at least forty percent more 'Charm City Charm.'
“Kara Danvers,” the reporter says, returning the handshake with a grip that seems...oddly measured. “CatCo Magazine.”
“It's so great to meet you,” Emily gushes. “I love CatCo Magazine. That series you guys did on vigilantism in the age of digital surveillance...inspired.”
“Oh, well, it's so great to meet you,” Kara gushes right back. “That rubble umbrella thing? So great for super battles.” She tugs at the sleeve of her cardigan.
Jackie watches the entire scene unfold with mild horror.
“My God. Two of them.”
Kara raises an eyebrow.
“I—sorry?”
“So!” Emily hurriedly guides the reporter away from Jackie—the object here is to portray Wayne Security in a positive light, and Jackie simply isn't built for a such a task. “You're here to talk to Van, right?”
“Um, yes,” Kara says, squinting once more at a Post-It note that she tucks back into the pocket of her slacks. “Since apparently 'Stan Wayne' is not a thing.”
“It might be a thing,” Emily replies helpfully. “I mean, Charm City's a pretty big place. There's probably a Stan Wayne out there somewhere.”
Kara offers a grateful grin as the two enter Van's office.
And Van...
Van is spinning in his desk chair.
Which...is probably the best that could be hoped for, in light of the fact that it's Van.
“Mr. Wayne,” Emily clears her throat. Van abruptly stops spinning, and Emily's sure she hears Kara suppress a giggle. “The reporter from CatCo Magazine is here.”
Van stares at her blankly.
“...Ah-hmmm.” And Emily can't believe this. He was just talking about this. Not even fifteen minutes ago.
But then again. ...It's Van.
“L-Corp spread!” Jackie yells from the bullpen.
Comprehension dawns at last. “Right! Right, yes, L-Corp reporter.”
“CatCo reporter.”
“Yes. Well! So great to have you here, and I would love to stay but I actually just received a call from my dear cousin, Bruce Wayne—” Van stands behind his desk, and looks pointedly at Kara. “...Are you writing this down?”
“...Um.”
“Bruce Wayne. Capital 'B', little r—”
“I'm pretty sure she'll know how to spell it, Mr. Wayne.”
“We're very close,” Van tells her. “Me and cousin Bruce. Which is why I have to rush off, unfortunately! But I'm sure Emily here can show you around, and if you have any questions—”
“Well, this is an interview,” Kara tells him. She looks over to Emily. “It's...entirely questions.”
“She can handle them!” Van finishes smoothly, ducking out the door. Emily laughs nervously.
“Ah-ha! Would you, um. Excuse me for just...?” She rushes off before Kara can respond, catching Van before he can get in the elevator.
“Van!” she hisses. “What are you doing?!”
“I believe they call it 'fleeing the scene,'” Van says, jabbing the 'up' button several times.
“You can't flee from your own interview!”
“Technically, it's not an interview with me,” Van points out. “It's merely a piece on the company. Ms. Dangers—”
“Danvers.”
“—Was never promised a sit down with yours truly.” Van straightens his jacket. “...Also...Jackie might have...kindly reminded me that I have a tendency to...offend—”
“He means 'piss off,'” Jackie calls from the bullpen.
“—Various news outlets.” He casts a frosty glare in Jackie's direction. “So she...suggested that I fabricate some sort of...cover story, and leave the schmoozing to you.”
Emily doesn't argue with Jackie's very sound logic, but she does have one question.
“Why me?” she asks. Don't companies usually have people for this sort of thing? Last she checked, 'schmoozing' was not in her job description.
“Because you, Emily Locke, are a model employee. The very picture of all that Wayne Security stands for.” Emily's irritation begins to fade, expression softening as she's warmed by the praise.
“Aw, Van—”
“No one else would do it,” Jackie yells.
The warm fuzzy feeling is gone in an instant. Emily can practically hear Ron chiding her. Congrats, you played yourself.
The elevator announces its arrival with its usual 'ding.' Van slides between the doors. “...Okay bye!”
And Emily has no choice but to wander back to the abandoned reporter in a mild daze. This has to be a record—have any of Van's other plans gone this south this fast?
She's somewhat surprised to see Kara standing at Jackie's desk, as opposed to inside the office, where she left her.
“Ah, Emily,” Jackie says, with the same manufactured professionalism Van had used on both her and Kara mere moments ago, “Kara here was just showing me a rather riveting...cat video.”
Her tone screams, 'save me.'
“Is it the one with the lightsabers?” Emily is genuinely curious.
Kara nods enthusiastically. “You've seen it?”
“Uh, of course I've seen it, it's amazing.”
Jackie's lament is just barely audible. “God help us all.”
Once a sufficient number of cat videos are shared, Emily bites the bullet and takes Kara on a brief tour of the main floor. She makes sure to keep the entire affair light and fluffy—this is a puff piece, after all.
Kara seems to pick up on this (really, how could she not, given the altogether unprofessional beginning of this endeavor) and is happy to adjust her questions accordingly.
And, though Emily has been actively trying to avoid the lab, inevitably, they find themselves standing before the reinforced steel doors.
“...And this is the lab...” Emily gestures somewhat weakly towards the yellow and black diagonal bands along the door frame that urge 'caution.'
Kara jots down a note on her pad, and Emily hesitates. Because behind those doors, ready and waiting to cause a PR nightmare, is her team.
And while she's certain they'd be able to offer some valuable insight, maybe even some cute anecdotes, they could also offer some very unflattering information that would get her into all kinds of trouble with Van.
She's debating whether or not to risk exposure to the troublesome trio when the doors slide open and suddenly there's no other option.
Teddy, Ron, and Wendy emerge from of the lab, engaged in a lively debate involving Calendar Man and Cat Woman.
“Okay, but the ratio of puns—” Ron is saying.
“Hold up,” Teddy stops him, throwing out his arm. “You,” he points to Kara. Kara flinches slightly. “I don't recognize you.”
“Is this the reporter?” Wendy asks.
Emily sighs.
“Ye—”
“Hi,” Kara nods in greeting. “I'm Kara.”
The trio rattles off their names, and Emily is already planning a hasty exit, because Ron suddenly, desperately needs Kara's opinion on the acceptable number of puns in regards to a three minute super-battle and—
“Sorry, I don't mean to change the subject, but...” she's looking towards the workbenches in the lab, squinting slightly. “Can I ask what you guys are working on?” Emily notices that Kara's put her notepad in her bag.
Is this off the record?
“Well you can ask us,” Wendy says brusquely. “But we might not answer.”
“You can totally ask us,” Teddy declares with his usual bravado. “Are you familiar with the Anti Joker Venom in sangria—” But Wendy's not finished. She shoves Teddy aside and scrutinizes the much taller reporter.
“What's your angle, blondie?”
Of course. Of course it would be Wendy to go and ruin this, but Kara doesn't so much as bat an eyelash at the woman.
“I just think this stuff is really neat,” she says, with such open sincerity, that the entire group is fairly swooning with sudden affection.
They rarely receive outright praise from Van, and any and all credit seems to always migrate upwards on the food chain.
And here's Kara, eager and engaged, with her head cocked to one side looking for all the world like a curious puppy.
How could they possibly resist?
“Forget the joker venom. That's so last year. What we've got now is ten thousand times better.”
“Um. You did sign the nondisclosure agreement, right?” Emily could kiss Ron...if not for the mountain of sexual harassment violations that would generate. But bless the man all the same for remembering company policy.
“I did,” Kara says. “I promise. Entirely off the record. I just...” she shrugs. “I'm really interested in...keeping the world safe.” she chuckles—almost to herself, really, and adds, “Superheroes...have a tendency to make a mess, you know?”
The trio nods.
“We do!”
They show off the Atlantis tech first. Teddy practically prances and most definitely preens; he's so pleased to have someone other than Ron fawning over his work.
“This is amazing,” Kara says, adjusting her glasses and flipping through the schematics. If anyone notices that she seems to scan the documents a little quicker than the average human, they don't say anything.
“You see those paint chips?” Teddy points to some of the design notes on the side. “My suggestions. “Ultramarine. Perfect for Atlantis, amiright?”
“Is this the frequency you're using for the force-field generating equipment?” Kara asks suddenly.
“Yes?” Wendy says.
“This will interfere with Aquaman's powers,” she says.
“...Huh?”
“It will?”
“How would you even know that?” Teddy demands.
Kara practically jumps back from the drafting table.
“Oh, well, uh—” Emily watches as she fiddles with her glasses—it's becoming more and more apparent that it's a nervous tick. “...I read an article.”
“Pssh!” Teddy flaps a hand. “You read an article.”
“Um, she's right,” Ron pipes up from behind one of the laptops. He flips it around and there, on the screen, is The Daily Planet logo, accompanied by the headline: He Speaks with the Fishes! An Interview with the King of the Sea and, in much smaller letters below: By Clark Kent. “Aquaman uses a very specific frequency to communicate with aquatic lifeforms.”
Teddy and Wendy stare at Kara.
“I told you,” she says. “An article.”
That Kara doesn't seem very enthused by the Kryptonite glass project is presumed to have more to do with the rather boring 'glass' aspect of the project.
Because it's not like it could be the 'Kryptonite' part. Come on.
“So we're trying to get a contract with this company out in Central City,” Teddy's saying. Somehow, they've all ended up in the cafeteria downstairs. Emily's not complaining—the whole visit has gone remarkably well.
“Oh yeah?” Kara takes a bite of her sandwich, making sure to chew and swallow before she continues. “I have a friend out in Central City!”
“Have they ever seen the Flash in action?” Wendy leans forward. Kara coughs.
“Erm. Well.”
“You know...” Now all three of them are leaning forward, dropping their voices conspiratorially. Emily laughs.
“Guys...” she says, but they won't be deterred.
“Ron's pretty sure he knows Flash's true identity.”
Kara takes another bite of her turkey on rye.
“Yeah?”
Ron doesn't bother with a dramatic pause—it's just not his style. “It's Bruce Wayne!”
Kara chokes on her sandwich.
“You'll have to excuse them,” Emily tells Kara, once they've all finished their lunch. “They've got a ton of superhero conspiracy theories.”
“Can you really blame us?” Ron asks.
Kara considers their place of work. “Well, no, I guess not...”
“They thought our co-worker was a superhero. Just because he'd suddenly vanish anytime there was some sort of disaster,” Emily shakes her head, recalling the recent fiasco.
“O-oh, you guys...noticed that?” Kara shifts her weight from foot to foot.
“Of course we did! It was so obvious,” Ron tells her. “In fact, I'm still not entirely convinced he isn't a superhero.”
“Ron, we've been through this,” Wendy says with a long-suffering sigh. “The test results proved he wasn't a superhero.”
“Test results?” Kara pipes up.
“Wendy...” Emily isn't sure how to phrase this, actually. “She applied some...force?”
“She hit him with a chair,” Ron blurts.
“Very scientific,” Teddy says.
Emily's shaking her head as Kara eyes the group of Wayne Security employees with obvious confusion. “...And this...disproved the theory...how?”
“See, if he was a superhero,” Teddy begins.
“He would've broken the chair.” Ron states with a firm nod. Wendy smiles pleasantly.
“But the chair broke him instead.”
“Well what if he was just faking?” Ron challenges. “A superhero would know about the chair rule, and would totally fake an injury to protect their secret identity,” he turns to Kara. “Right?”
Kara throws up her hands. “Pffft, why would I—I certainly wouldn't—” she clears her throat. “A-hrm. I...I wouldn't know. Nope. Not me.”
He gives her an odd look. “...It was...more of a rhetorical question.”
Emily eventually has to put an end to the socializing—she feels bad about it, truly, but there is work to be done, and she's pretty sure Kara could keep these guys talking for hours yet.
“It was so nice to meet you all,” Kara tells them. Ron ducks his head bashfully, while Wendy and Teddy respond with variations of 'I know.'
“And so great to meet you, Kara,” Emily says, flashing an annoyed look at two thirds of her team before smoothing over her frown. “Again, sorry about Mr. Wayne's...sudden...cousin emergency...”
“Oh, no worries,” Kara says, gathering her things. “I...know how that goes, actually.”
“Still, I feel like—”
Emily's response is interrupted by a sudden flurry of beeps. The entire group is startled.
“Um. What's...?” Kara starts to ask. Teddy huffs.
“That's Ron's Jack-O-Lert.”
“...A jack of what now?”
“The Jack-O-Lert!” Emily cries. And again, she could kiss Ron, because she's been so preoccupied with making sure the visit goes off without a hitch, that she hasn't thought to talk about the company's most recent success. “It tracks one of Charm City's most troublesome villains using a very specific odor—”
“Wait—like that thing Batman uses?” Kara asks. “...Did you guys steal this from him?”
“Batman stole it from us!” Ron says.
“We should move away from the windows now,” Teddy says as the beeping grows louder.
“Oh, yeah.” Emily says, and promptly shoves Kara to the floor.
(Which is a lot harder than it looks—the girl is solid. Like a brick wall.)
The windows explode in a spray of broken glass mere seconds later, and the entire office groans.
“Not again.”
“Ow?”
“Someone call Janice.”
“It's just a flesh wound.”
Manic cackling follows shortly thereafter as Jack O’ Lantern streaks across the sky. Emily cautiously peeks over the nearest desk.
“Sorry about this,” she mutters to Kara. “But, hey, it's not a true Charm City visit until you've seen the—”
“She's not here,” Wendy says.
“...What?”
“Said she had a severe pumpkin allergy and took off towards the elevators,” Wendy explains further. Emily glances behind her and, sure enough, the reporter is missing in action.
“And that's insensitive,” Ron lightly reprimands her.
As he says it, a muffled 'boom' sounds from outside the shattered windows. Almost like...a jet, breaking the sound barrier.
“Oh my God,” Ron breathes. He's on his knees, looking over the adjacent desk. “Oh my God.”
“What, what?!” Teddy scrambles to look past him.
Emily follows his line of sight and gasps.
“Oh my God!”
“It's Supergirl,” the entire office seems to yelp in unison.
An A-List superhero.
In Charm City!
“SOMEONE TAKE A PICTURE!” Teddy shouts.
And Emily smiles fondly, remembering her first day in the city, when an entire train full of commuters couldn't be bothered to even look at the superhero battle outside.
Nice to know there was still some wonder left in the world.
“I can't believe Kara's missing this,” Emily says, fumbling for her own phone. Teddy waves her off.
“Aw, she's from National City, she probably sees Supergirl all the time.”
The heroine in question grabs the super villain and hurls him...up and away from the buildings.
Emily's never seen a superhero do that before.
As he tumbles back down, Supergirl grabs him again and Emily's pretty sure she hears some faint, terrified screaming coming from the man. The duo disappears from sight as Supergirl flies off with the apprehended Jack O’ Lantern, and the office breaks out into riotous applause.
“That was amazing!” Ron says.
“A shame Kara missed it,” Teddy adds.
“Missed what?” Kara asks, a little breathless, fidgeting slightly with her cardigan.
The group regards her with surprise; they hadn't noticed her return.
“Supergirl showed up to take down Jack O’ Lantern,” Ron fills her in. “And stuff like that never happens here.”
“Well, okay, stuff like that actually happens all the time. But! Never with an A-Lister like Supergirl,” Teddy amends. Kara grins.
“Supergirl's an A-Lister?”
“Duh.”
They make sure to share the video with Kara before she leaves, not caring one iota that this is probably small potatoes to a National City resident, such as herself.
She assures them that it's very exciting, really, and she's thrilled to see that Supergirl's popularity isn't limited to one county.
One of the other employees overhears the conversation as they begin sweeping up the broken glass. “Are you kidding?” she interjects. “Supergirl's awesome.”
If anyone notices that Kara's face goes a bit pink at that, they don't say anything.
And then it's time for true goodbyes. Mercifully, these aren't interrupted by any supervillains.
Kara promises the write up will be ready by next month's edition, and Emily promises to get Van to send some sort of apology.
The troublesome trio are devastated to see her go.
“She was so interested in our research...” Teddy says with a wistful air.
“Yeah, that was cool, right?” Emily says.
Jackie wanders over, another cup of black coffee in hand.
“Did Supergirl leave already?”
Emily furrows her brow at the question.
“Yes?” she looks around at the ruined office. “...That was at least twenty minutes ago, Jackie.”
“Not the fight,” Jackie says without missing a beat. “I mean did the reporter leave.”
“Kara?”
“That's what I said.”
“You said Supergirl,” Ron crosses his arms.
Jackie narrows her eyes, and raises her coffee mug to gesture at the four of them. “...Because Kara is Supergirl,” she says. Slowly, of course, like they won't understand, otherwise.
“What?”
“Oh, come on!”
“Don't be ridic—” Emily starts to say, but.
It...is a little...coincidental...that an A-List superhero—who's never visited Charm City before—shows up on the same day as a reporter from National City.
A reporter who was very interested in civilian safety.
And who seemed to know an awful lot about various big-name superheroes.
All four of them are replaying the reporter's visit in their minds, synapses firing and dots being connected.
“Oh...my...God,” Ron breathes.
Jackie snorts.
“Like anyone was fooled by that pair of glasses,” she shakes her head, sipping her coffee and striding away. “That stuff only works in comic books.”
