GIRL OF TOMORROW

Since his move to National City, John’s encounters with the mythical have been eclipsed by the extraterrestrial. The DEO deals primarily with aliens, mutants, and the like; however, it’s apparent from this confrontation that to definitively assume his current work will be limited to that realm is rather unrealistic. While he’s cognizant of Kara’s debility against magic, this marks his initial instance of witnessing it at close range. The bullets from John’s gun have also failed to inflict damage: that, alongside the creature’s physical appearance and its emergence during expansion of a grave-site near the outskirts of the city, suggest it could be a draugr ( or at least, of a similar ilk ).

He’s debating a responding effort when he catches sight of her gesture, followed by a vocalized direction. Does she genuinely want him to do nothing? While the notion of directly acting against Kara’s instruction might divert her attention and leave her open to the monster’s retaliation, John also won’t remain fully complacent when he can help. Settling on moderate ground, he retrieves a knife along with its sheath ( perhaps the monster’s the larger threat, yet he’s not about to risk her cutting herself, either ) from near his hip before calling out to her. “It should be weak to iron — this might slow it down!” A blade not generally in production any longer, steel being a far more sensible option, it had proven useful in his close work with the BPRD and the varying facets of magical entities they faced. Fortunately, John’s aim is quite decent, put into practice as he sends the weapon towards her hand.

     high-powered impact reverberates through alleyway, fists sending monster flying backward as slurred speech sounds from it. attention diverts toward john’s voice, worry creasing her features. sometimes, kara forgot every fight wasn’t dependent solely upon her-- abilities granting her a sense of duty to protect everyone, even those whose job it was to engage the same enemies. but in this situation the battlefield had been leveled, her own powers weaker and every impact upon her stronger. kara didn’t want anyone to get hurt, least of all john. yet, if she was honest, the heroine understood he was just as vital to the fight as she was; there was no way he was going to stand by and do nothing. nod is granted, a bruised and bloody hand catching the sheath as the monster begins to rise. “are you kidding me right now?!” voice emits as ocean hues widen, surprise and frustration flooding her. whatever it was they were battling, it just grew twice it’s the previous size.

━ with the amount of heroes and villains who traveled to and from this time, the daxamite had learned a long time ago to stop secretly hoping it was kara. for the sake of his duty and the sake of his marriage in keeping the peace between the people, it was imperative to his mindset. he had let her go. this time making the choice of his legacy and responsibility to the legion over the love of his life. a feat that had been difficult to overcome, but at the time mon-el had been without her for seven years and had known life without her more than with her. a sad, but somewhat easy adjustment as he arrived back in his time - much to the relief of his fellow legionnaires. 

the sounding of the alarm back at the headquarters, had the group of them leaping into action. surveying the screen of where the time breech had popped up and mon-el - or valor, as it were in this time - barked out instructions; who was staying, who was going, etc. the first stop was the now creature-shaped crater forged into the cement, no doubt from the landing. turning toward his companions, he verbally had deduced that the new arrival clearly wasn’t human otherwise they wouldn’t have survived the fall. “shh,” he instructed, hand out toward the two others as he thought about where they might have gone. lifting his head upward, suddenly, his body followed suit and dropped down on the top of one of the taller buildings, closest to the original site. 

the sight of the woman in front of him startled him and he hoped he recovered in time so no one saw his initial reaction. the accent; not knowing who he was; and her general demeanor told him one thing - this was not his kara. however, instead of giving away any information just yet, he had to push. “supergirl?”

     blonde locks dance in wind, cerulean hues locking upon the man who spoke her name-- or at least the name she had adopted as a heroine-- before drifting around him. her own enhanced hearing had allowed kara to infer he wasn’t alone, even if he presented himself as such. how many foes she may have to face-- if they were in fact foes-- would continue to allude her until they joined him upon the rooftop. those odds made her wary, stance maintaining a defensive nature as gaze moves back toward him. “you know me, am i supposed to know you?” voice emits with a slight challenge lacing her tone. 

mon-el & kara.

@zorxel asked: ❝ let me take a look… ❞ ( for mon-el)

━ while there was still not a whole lot of trust between him and the new arrival in the form of his ex-girlfriend; though not actually his ex-girlfriend, the two had relented enough to work to figure out how to get her home. a feat more difficult than normal, because no one - including kara - was sure which earth she was from. time traveling was one thing, but not only did she manage that but she jumped earth’s as well. 

for the time being, she was willing to do what supergirl did best; save the world. whatever world she might have been in. it was impossible to keep her from joining them on missions because she had no allegiance to the legionnaries, nor did she have to listen to him. 

he had been put through the ringer in a fight, but could already feel his body going through the motions of healing quickly than most. the sound of her voice had startled him a bit. not to mention, he was still trying to get used to kara’s face with an accent. actually, truth be told, what had surprised him more than anything was her offering to look at his wounds. “i’m okay,” he insisted suddenly, “i heal as quickly as you do.” he told her, realizing that she knew as little about him as he did about her.

     kara zor-el had faced upheaval on multiple occasions within her life. she had bore an all-too-close-for-comfort witness to the collection of kandor, had watched her whole world be wiped from the stars, had stood within the ruins of argo city and been a refugee upon a new planet thrust into a new family, into new dynamics. kara had faced judgments and stood strong against them. but this situation? time travel and earth jumping? while it certainly wasn’t her first rodeo or trial for that matter, kara was pretty sure it’d take the cake on chloe’s list of weird. did kal’s friend exist on this earth too? or rather, had she in it’s past? but then, maybe it was because of her experiences and the fact that the man before her had proven-- in as much as he had been able through his actions with the legion-- he cared about those upon this planet that kara had softened to him and allowed her the introspective to acknowledge her own initial faults within their early interactions. it’s these thoughts which find the kryptonian seeking mon-el out following the events of the day.  

     with breath labored and features tense, pain reverberates throughout the kryptonian’s body as she slams against rain-soaked ground. asphalt cracks. “j--” she pauses, light hues washing over the area until she finds her target, raises a hand to signal him to stay where he was. it was times like this kara understood the full depths of kal’s dislike of magic. while in some ways magic was rooted within all aspects of the universe when wielded by one with the power and desire to harm it could cut them as easily as a kryptonite knife. 

     if kara’s past experiences with scientific expositions-- especially those which included the announcement of new technologies-- were anything to draw upon she, perhaps, should have assumed something was going to impede the present occasion. notepad in hand, the dark-haired, glasses-wearing woman observed various panels, gained quotes for articles, and found herself seated within the first row when no more than four minutes into the latest announcement chaos broke out. with scattered attendees and chairs knocked over kara danvers finds herself moving through a crowd until she finds a place she’s able to change, the removal of glasses causing the holographic to diminish and blonde hair to fall about her shoulders. with clothes hid, supergirl emerges into battle, a flash of purple and yellow caught within her peripheral vision-- she should have known barbara would be there. cursory observation determines attacks transpiring at two key points of the conference center with a third team waiting near the loading dock. supergirl engages the closest foes, a blast from some kind of weapon knocking her backward into one of the yet-to-be unveiled machines. power suddenly cuts out, returning a moment later as noise emits before she suddenly finds herself being pulled toward... something in an eerie sort of deja-vu.  

@myersbprd

a few months ago, i wasn’t sure if i wanted to bring back my kara as i haven’t written her in a few years but getting to write with people like you has made me so happy that i did return! YOU are amazing and your understanding of john and headcanons for him are remarkable! this means SOOO much to me and i’m so happy we are writing together! thank you! 

Not a second has been allowed during which John might be enticed into filling it with thoughts: he won’t permit himself to grow abstracted. Constantly moving, focused on ensuring the safety of as many people as he viably can, is his chosen method and he refuses to be distanced from it. Any moment his mind endeavors to wander ( what’s happening? are the tides of the conflict in their favor? is Kara all right? ), it’s forcibly yanked back to Earth. There’s nothing further John can offer to help her, as much as the he loathes the utter notion of it; however, he can do what he’s able for the citizens of National City on the ground. Such measures are precisely what he enacts, alongside many other agents at the DEO he has come to know on a more than merely superficial basis. Although Supergirl and her allies are facing the brunt of the inflicted chaos, the violence which spills over leaves a number among his colleagues injured, taken, or worse. It’s nothing new to John nor unanticipated, even if it never fails to strike him keenly each time. Couldn’t he have done more, worked harder, acted quicker, handled a situation differently, to avoid it? More postulations he won’t dwell on. John’s aware that he’ll certainly compensate for it in the aftermath, should he make it through alive.

When it ends, it feels as if it’s all at once. One minute, the world is in peril and the next, it’s safe again. The knowledge doesn’t completely quiet the adrenaline he’s been operating on, and his head is quick to turn at any mention of the girl he said goodbye to at the beginning of it all. Finally, when one of his co-workers mentions Kara’s presence in the training room, he relinquishes the fight against his own emotions as he heads off to find her. John doesn’t believe himself to be indispensable; they can do without him for a brief while. As he opens the door, he realizes that he hadn’t quite believed she was safe until now, when he could confirm it with his own eyes. “Yeah, I’m here.” He feels too attuned with her every movement, the start and stop towards him, the blanching of her visage. “I knew that you’d do it. And that you’d come back.” A ghost of a grin appears along his lips before John shortens the distance between them, pulling Kara into an embrace that encompasses too many colliding sensations for him to even attempt to name. “You saved so many lives, y’know that? Mine, too.” She must be aware, even though he says it, regardless. “I’m just glad I got to see you again — Kara.”

     oceans rage within the recesses of kara’s gaze, mind and body warring until arms-- his arms-- embrace her tired and battered body. he had held such faith in her, even when they’d stood upon the precipice of destruction, even when she had doubted herself-- allowed the history of another planet to engulf her memory, even when she had proven culpable in a lie of omission of which he would have every reason to shun her. that faith, she still felt within every fiber of strength he held her, a calm overtaking the ocean’s wrath. arms tighten slightly, hold firm, though not too firm. golden hair cascades around mingled shoulders, uneasy breath escaping as a few tears fall unseen. the league had saved many, the salvation of earth from it’s the latest threat could not be denied, but.. how many had perished in the crossfire? how many had brainiac’s sentries wiped from terran soil before the collection had begun? “i wish it could have been more, john. i can hear them, all the people searching, hoping, wailing for those we couldn’t save.” she can remember climbing through one of kandor city’s drainage pipes, a girl escaping collection by the sheer grace of rao having guided her mother to her. kara zor-el understood earth’s pain, it was her own, two-fold.