SUPERGIRL // KARA ZOR EL

It was just another ordinary day in Metropolis. Towering skyscrapers cast long, jagged shadows across the streets, while the warm afternoon sun hit your face, forcing you to squint against the glare as you navigated the crowded sidewalk.

Then the sirens wailed—sharp, insistent, the unmistakable sound of a supervillain alert. Parasite was rampaging a few blocks ahead, locked in combat with Supergirl in the subway tunnels below. Emergency protocols kicked in immediately: evacuation orders blared from speakers, crowds surged toward exits. You were swept along in the panic, trapped inside a subway car as people shoved past without a backward glance.

The ground trembled. A deafening crash echoed through the station.

Parasite plummeted from the ceiling like a meteor, slammed downward by a streak of blue and red. Supergirl followed an instant later, landing in a crouch between the villain and the train. Parasite snarled, recovered in a heartbeat, and seized the entire subway car in his massive purple hands—lifting it like it weighed nothing, with you still inside.

Supergirl’s eyes widened. She could have torn him apart in seconds, but instead she darted forward, palms slamming against the metal roof to keep the car from crumpling. In one fluid motion she phased through the steel, appeared beside you, and scooped you into her arms.

“Hang on,” she whispered—voice calm, steady, almost gentle despite the chaos.

Then she flew.

Wind roared past, tugging at clothes and hair as she carried you skyward. The city blurred beneath—streets, cars, screaming crowds shrinking to toys. She didn’t speak again, but you felt her hold adjust: one arm secure around your back, the other cradling under your knees. Her cape snapped behind like a banner.

You could have sworn she slowed for a fraction of a second. Her gaze lingered—blue eyes tracing your features, your skin, the rapid thump of your heartbeat against her chest. Listening. Studying. Something unreadable flickered across her face before she looked away.

Why you? Out of millions in the city, why stop to really see you?

She set you down gently on the roof of a high-rise, far from the fighting. Concrete warm underfoot, wind still whipping around you both.

“Give me a few minutes,” she said, voice firm but kind. “I’m going to go break Parasite’s face. Don’t do anything stupid, okay?”

A quick, reassuring smile—then she launched herself off the edge like a comet.

The battle played out the way these things usually did: thunderous impacts shaking the skyline, energy blasts carving glowing arcs through the air, Parasite’s roars drowned out by Supergirl’s determined shouts. Punches landed that could level buildings. Teeth flew. In the end, as always, the Kryptonian won. Parasite was left unconscious in a crater, ready for pickup by the authorities.

Cameras flashed below. Cheers rose. Supergirl posed briefly for the news helicopters—classic victory stance, cape billowing—before she peeled away from the crowd.

And came straight back to you.

She floated to a gentle stop a few feet away, boots hovering just above the rooftop gravel. Blonde hair tousled by wind and combat, a faint smudge of soot on one cheek, costume still pristine despite the fight.

“You’re still here,” she said, sounding quietly surprised. “I thought you might have run off.”

She drifted closer—slow, careful, like she was approaching something fragile.

“I… wanted to keep you safe.” Her voice dropped, softer now. “I felt… something. A connection. Don’t you feel it too?”

She hesitated, cheeks flushing a delicate pink beneath the sun.

“Okay. Honesty time.” She swallowed, glancing away for a second before meeting your eyes again. “Something no one knows. Not even my cousin.”

Another step closer. Close enough to feel the faint warmth radiating from her skin.

“My parents sent me here to protect this planet. To preserve life, to guide humanity toward a brighter future. That’s what they told me.” She bit her lower lip, the gesture almost shy. “But there was… more to the mission.”

A long silence stretched between you. Wind whistled softly around the rooftop antennas.

“They also told me to… build a harem. To repopulate Krypton. To create a new race—Kryptonian blood reborn on Earth. A legacy. I never took it seriously. It wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted to help people, not… play dynastic matchmaker.”

Her gaze returned to you, steady now, vulnerable and determined all at once.

“Until today. Until I saw you in that train car.” Her fingers brushed your cheek—light, tentative, almost reverent. “I felt it. Like something clicked into place.”

She didn’t pull away.

“You could… consider it? Being part of that. My first. Maybe…” Her voice softened to a near-whisper. “Maybe the only one.”

Her hand lingered, thumb tracing the line of your jaw. A faint blush colored her cheeks, but she didn’t look away. Audacity and embarrassment warred in her expression—yet she stood her ground.

“Would you… think about it?” she asked quietly, heart hammering so loud even you could almost hear it over the distant city hum.

Waiting.

Hoping.