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dcxdpdabbles · 15 days

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DCxDP Fanfic idea: Rude Kryptonian

Danny Fenton is prepared for a lot of things when Vlad calls his parents and asks to take his godson for a summer. Things would have gone differently if Danny's hero business hadn't made him a "troubled" kid. He was failing a lot of his classes, sleeping or ditching most classes and not to mention all the random injuries.

They were worried he was becoming some kind of gang member. (It hurt a little they assumed the worst of him and not worried that something bad was happening).

His dad was convinced that Vlad could somehow set him on the correct path.

Now Vlad had moved on from trying to be his stepdad and forced Danny to be his son, but that didn't mean Danny liked him. Or that he could forget what he put him through.

So he was less than happy to pack his bags and be driven to the airport to board Vlad's private jet. His parents lectured him the whole time, warning him to not be a bother to his uncle Vlad, and to behave. Jazz just looked anxious, practically begging her parents to change their mind.

They did not listen, and Danny was thrown onto the jet after getting past security. He was not surprised the plane went off course due to "mysterious" wealther a hour into the trip.

It was like they purposely flew into a thunderstorm, complete with harsh winds and rain. His plane crashed landed in the middle of nowhere thirty minutes later.

He was less surprised he was the only human on board - Vlad had tricked him once before with a ghost pilot. Why not again?- But at least no one, but Danny was hurt.

Jeez, couldn't Vlad think of anything more original? Then again, the definition of insanity is doing something over and over again, expecting different results.

Danny sat in his chair, having escaped the crash with only a few scrapes thanks to his powers, fuming at his parents and Vlad. He was so distracted he did not notice the hurried rescue team that surrounded the broken metal.

He did however notice the man who ripped off the top part of the jet, floating in the air in the most ridiculous outfit he's ever seen.

"Are you alright, son?"

"Are you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Look at you. Look at what you're wearing." Danny gestures to the stranger. He ignores how the stranger's blue eyes start to glow. "You can't honestly tell me you're alright in the head looking like that. "

The man frowns "You're not human"

"How dare you! I have rights!"

The stranger fumbles, looking suprised "no. No, I meant you're like me- a alien"

"I'm not illegal! I have papers!"

"Not that kind of alien-! I'm Kryptonian!" The man floats down to Stanford beside Danny's seat. He reaches out to carefully ripe away the metal trapping him. "I think you may be as well, based on your biology"

Danny squints "How do you know my biology?"

"I used my x-ray vision to-!" Danny gasps, reaching out to slap the man across the face before covering his body with his hands. The man seems more startled by the fact that he was able to push his face to the side and then the actual slap.

"Stanger danger! Creep! Fruit loop!" Danny cries, turning intangible and flying out of the wreckage. "Stay away from me!"

He flies at his top speed, ignoring the call from the man. He can feel him following, and yes, he may be faster than Danny, but he's also solid and visible. Danny uses his powers to his advantage, losing him after a twenty minute chase.

It's only after three days of trying to get home that Danny realizes he's futher away from home than he originally planned. As in an entirely different world? It feels like it since Amity Park doesn't exist, much less, his friends and family.

Thankfully, he finds a nice little city that reminds him of the ghost zone for him to rest in. His new neighbor is filled with colorful characters, and there always seems to ve something happening keeping him on his toes.

Maybe this summer won't be so bad after all.

Meanwhile, Clark is panicking that a new Kryptonian had fallen from the sky, crashing landing near Ma and Pa's place only to have the boy disrespect him and escape. Now it's a race against time to find him before it's too late.

Also he was a little mean.

But where would he go?

Gotham. Danny is in Gotham, and he's yelling at people who keep trying to spray chemicals at him. He's having the time of his life.

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Rude Kryptonian #part 1 #dimension travel #Danny is nothing but sass and spite #Clark is not used to being bullied as Superman

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mamawasatesttube · 9 months

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supergirl v5 #61

man... wouldn't it be crazy if there was some character out there who knew a bit about cadmus creating metahuman clones with kryptonian dna? if only there was any character who might maybe have some experience with that kind of thing... i mean, what am i saying? haha that's way too specific! surely if such a character existed they wouldn't just FORGET about him in this specific of a plot arc... SURELY not...

#rimi's comic liveblogging #you mention cadmus experimenting on kryptonian dna and get my FUCKING HOPES UP #this is just rude. wheres my fucking boy

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nerdpoe · 21 days

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It's Dash's first time out of Amity Park, and he's just found another ghost! But like, one that's like Phantom! More solid and stuff!

He had to be smuggled out by his mom's sister twice removed, and he had to pack a lot of stuff. The entire time they were whispering about "going to ground" and "it's for his own good", but Dash was way too excited about leaving Amity Park to pay too much attention to that stuff.

The outside world is wild. Lots of people have powers like him, and the cops don't beat the shit out of them for it!

Okay well some do, but not like in Amity!

The internet is so much bigger and better than inside Amity, he has a rectangle with a screen that he can touch and it's a phone, there's this thing called tiktok, bluetooth is a thing that exists and that's wild, and...he's just really having a great time.

But!

During a...ghost attack? Maybe not a ghost, just some dude with powers and issues throwing a tantrum.

While that guy attacks the twice removed aunt Dash is with, a ghost hero like Phantom shows up!

He has to talk to this dude!

He waits until he's finishing up wiping the floor with the idiot to speak up, though. Super rude to interrupt a fight.

"Hey! Hey, there's more of you guys?! I thought Phantom was the only one!"

In a blink, the ghost-like-Phantom is floating in front of him, eyes weirdly intent.

"There's other Kryptonians?" he asks, sounding shocked.

"Is that what you're called? Yeah, Phantom; he's in Amity Park."

"I've never heard of that place."

"Well yeah, no one's allowed to leave."

"Superman," his twice removed aunt speaks up, tugging Dash until he's behind her. "Please. The entire town is being targeted by the government, and anyone who tries to report it ends up missing."

The hero, Superman (what a lame name), hesitates, and then nods.

"Alright, lets get you folks to safety. We'll sort out the rest later."

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #phanfic #story prompt #clark thinks phantom is kryptonian #because dash doesn't know about life outside of amity park and mistook him for the same kind of ghost #the only reason the fentons were able to leave to visit vlad was because #lets be real #who the hell could stop them #they also don't see a need to call out for help tho #and danny kind of stuck close to them and didn't pay attention #so he didn't realize how wildly different the world was #clark's gonna be disappointed when he realizes Phantom isn't a kryptonian

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imgae-insertshockedgasps-16 · 2 months

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okay i've seen a few Just Some Guy!danny aus and they've consumed my brain so here you go, it's under the cut, you're welcome and thank you (ps it also combines part of a prompty type thing i saw the other day, props if you know it)

Danny was not entirely sure how he got here.

He was just walking along, bopping to some great interdimensional tunes, eating his tuna fish sandwich - with ectoplasm and pickles, of course - when KABLOW there's this big ole tightie-whities-on-the-outside wearing guy.

Now, Danny's not great at keeping up with the times, but he's pretty sure this is that Superman dude.

Said SuperDude was staring at his headphones and making vague "hey take them out pls so can converse" gestures, so naturally Danny pops the Interdimensional Walkman out of his chest to pause his wicked music, and then puts the whole kit and kaboodle back behind his rib cage.

"What's up? Did you need help or something? I mean, I'm pretty solidly retired but I guess if it's super important I can-"

SuperGuy abruptly stopped staring and started speaking, "Uh- no, no, thank you. Although I'm sure you could be helpful if I did need you! But, ah, well, was that a Walkman?"

Ohhhhh, Danny totally gets it now.

"Oh, dude, I gotchu. You want me to hook you up, right? Don't even worry about it, I know a guy who'll give you one a these babies for free! You're Kryptonian, right? Yeah, I totally get it, you wanna listen to some music from your home planet, no problemo my newly-minted friend, give me, like, ten seconds-"

And so Danny tore open a neat little portal and stuck his head through it, asking Technus to pretty please give him another Interdimensional Walkman, no he didn't even break this one-! He ran into a Kryptonian who heard him rockin out and wanted to know where he got the beats, and he'd told them that he could hook them up! C'mon Technus, you can't let them down! They're all lonely! They want to learn about their culture!

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Clark has no idea what's happening.

He had been searching for this ear-splitting, headache-inducing noise, and had come across a guy dancing down the sidewalk.

Not unusual, right?

Except that the terrible noise was coming from this man's - kid's?? He can't quite tell how old he is - headphones!

Of course, he didn't want to be rude, so he politely gestured for the man to remove the headphones. The man then proceeded to reach into his chest and pull out some kind of - Walkman?? Do people still use Walkmans?

Clark was naturally concerned, so he activated a spot of x-ray vision, just to see what's going on in there, and was promptly horrified.

This man was using his chest cavity as a storage compartment!

Two wallets, a key ring, a lunch box, some sort of odd thermos, bits and bobs of random parts and tools were all tangled around - and occasionally in - this guy's organs!

Suddenly, Clark realized that he'd been staring for a while, and the man was now talking. Something about coming out of retirement to help, oh dear, Ma would knock him around the head if he kept being so rude, "Uh- no, no, thank you. Although I'm sure you could be helpful if I did need you! But, ah, well, was that a Walkman?"

And now he was speaking rapidly, something about music from Krypton? Clark's pretty sure that not a whole lot survived the explosion, and he'd be pretty surprised if this guy just happened to have-

A vaguely Lazarus colored portal??

What in the world-

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"Thanks Technus! You're the best! I owe you one non evil scheme related favour!"

Danny zips up the portal and turns around, fiddling with the tapes and Walkman in his hands as he goes.

"Here you go! I wasn't entirely sure what genre you'd want, I don't really listen to a whole lot of Kryptonian stuff to be honest, it's usually too heavy on the vocal for me- not that vocals aren't great! But I want a whole band experience, yaknow? I'm not really looking for individual singers. Anyway, I just had him go for a couple songs of each major genre, but if you want something different you can totally-"

"Wait, hold on, you're telling me that there's Kryptonian music on those tapes? Playable by that Walkman?"

"Uh, well, yeah. Isn't that why you tracked me down? And, technically, I mean, they're ectoplasmic tapes and an Interdimensional Walkman, so. Hey, did you know that kryptonite is actually super-condensed ectoplasm? And since it's filled with the anguish and suffering and fear and whatnot of your entire home planet dying, it only negatively affects your species! Pretty cool right? Oh, shit, was that insensitive, I really didn't mean to be, I just thought that maybe you'd want to- ACK!"

Danny was not expecting SuperMuscles to get so close. He thrust out the IW and tapes and dropped them into SuperFellow's hands, "Listen, I gotta run. I'm supposed to be at a o-chem study group right now and they're totally gonna be pissed. Hit me up if you want a different tape."

And the proceeded to run in the opposite direction, duck into an alley and turn invisible, and fly over to the cafe his study group was in.

"Listen, I know I'm late but you'll never believe why-"

#that's it i'm done #fair warning- i am not a superman expert and the characterization is prolly wrong #but uh yeah #brain worms #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #dc x dp #dc #dc comics #superman #danny fenton #he's Just Some Guy #that's how he sees himself #and how the people who know him see him #like yeah he's a little odd #but so are most people

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jesncin · 17 days

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I really hope this doesn’t come across as rude, but why did you decide to make Lex Luthor, whose motivation is basically racism and xenophobia from my understanding, a person of color? This isn’t like, a criticism, more just, I really like your JL remix stuff and you usually have cool reasons for the stuff you change, so I was surprised by this one

I understand the curiosity! But I have to point out that "you usually have cool reasons for the stuff you change, so I was surprised by this one" made me laugh, haha. Long answer coming because I have a lot of feelings- but the point in the very end is worth it, trust me.

So for one, Lex is Afro-Greek in my version. This comes from the popular headcanon that STAS/DCAU Lex is Black (and his design is based on a Greek man). His character design, skin tone, and Clancy Brown's enigmatic performance became unintentional perceived representation for Black fans (and even DC writers). And now in the Harley Quinn show, that's become canonized! For why they like it, that's not my place to say as a non-Black person- so I listen!

I don't agree that Lex's motivation is "basically racism and xenophobia"- his themes are much broader than that. It's the desire to be the Man of Tomorrow, his jealousy of Superman, the way his intellect alone is a match against Superman's strength. Sometimes that jealousy is expressed through bigotry, but it's all a means to an end for Lex. My approach is: if Lex being Black is something we want to integrate more into his character, what opportunities does that open up narratively? Because there's rich potential for him and the characters connected to him.

When discussing MAWS I talk a lot about how when you're writing a bigoted marginalized character, there needs to be specifity with where that internalized bigotry is coming from. So a change like that for Lex Luthor could, for example; discuss how privileges like wealth can assimilate otherwise marginalized people into the kind of power that harms others in their community.

The ripple affect this has on a character like Superboy/Conner is that we get to see how -even though they're both Luthors- Conner is profiled, othered and further marginalized as a Kryptonian and a Black homeless teen because he doesn't get to benefit from any of Lex's privileges. This is just part of the many reasons why I think Conner would be infinitely more interesting if he didn't look like Kal El despite being a clone. You get to see a new intersection of how the Kryptonian identity intersects with Blackness on Earth. The potential ripple effect for a character like Lena is also really fun! What if she's struggling with her own model minority pressure when she's making up for her brother's crimes? It's all very compelling!

And MOST importantly, in a 3 trillion IQ Lex Luthor-style move-making Lex Luthor Black means that some version of Matt Fraction & Steve Lieber's Superman's Pal Jimmy Olsen arc exists in my au. Which famously hinges on the twist that LEX LUTHOR AND JIMMY OLSEN ARE DISTANTLY RELATED. THEREFORE!!! We have now found a convoluted way to have Wacky Renaissance Artist Jimmy Olsen connected to The Manifestation Of Black Excellence Evil Edition Lex Luthor in this au.

#askjesncin #jesncin dc meta #lex luthor #remember how in Crazy Rich Asians the inspiring moral was “u can transcend racism with ungodly wealth”#when that should be dystopian actually #also Lex being Black isn't “marginalized evil person” trope when he isn't the sole Black person in the Supers cast #the weight of representation isn't placed on one character- so why not have some evil ones for a variety of reasons

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suzukiblu · 2 months

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WIP excerpt behind the cut; Clark panic-adopts his teenage clones (yes, including the supervillain one).

“Why does Superman have civilian clothes?” Match asks instead. Thirteen–pauses, then just shrugs.

“Ask him,” he says, which means he knows and is just being an asshole. Figures.

“More thorough scans would be helpful,” Jor-El says as they approach a very large . . . well, Match genuinely doesn’t know. It might be a computer. There’s a screen involved, at least. The rows of crystals underneath said screen are definitely not a part of any kind of “computer” he’s ever seen before, but it’s still the likeliest theory he’s got. “The infirmary is not currently optimized for cloned lifeforms, but we should be capable of extrapolation where necessary. And the Fortress’s programming is certainly familiar with Kryptonian-human hybrids, at this point.”

Match doesn’t respond, considering how obvious a statement that was. His genes are functionally identical to Thirteen’s, after all, so of course Superman’s already familiar with his physiology. Well–of course he’d have access to Thirteen’s files, more accurately.

“Um,” Thirteen says, frowning in confusion. “It is?”

Match cannot believe how incredibly stupid his gene donor is. Is Thirteen somehow under the impression that advanced alien technology can't access Cadmus’s files? Hell, the Agenda can get into those with minimal effort. Cadmus’s lab security is not impressive. He's walked right in the front door enough times at this point.

“It is, yes,” Jor-El agrees. “If you could hold still for a moment, please. Both of you, ideally. We may as well scan you as well, Kon-El.”

Match–frowns.

Wait. If the Fortress already has Thirteen's files, then why . . .

A pale blue-white light materializes from the crystals beneath the screen and pans over both him and Thirteen. He doesn't feel any hint of warmth from the light or hear anything, and there's no pain.

In addition to the pain he's already in, he means. Obviously.

The whole process seems very . . . simple, for a DNA scan. Not involved enough.

Not–what he would've expected.

That's all.

He assumes this is just a first step, and the actual analysis will involve something more invasive or–

“Scan complete,” Jor-El announces as the light flicks off. “Genetic profiles now on file for Kon-El and the as yet unnamed new member of the House of El currently classified as ‘Match’. Proper name impending.”

Match has absolutely no idea what to say to any of that.

“I think the AI is malfunctioning,” he says to Thirteen, who scowls at him.

“Rude much?” he says.

“It just called me a ‘member of the House of El’,” Match reminds him dubiously.

“. . . maybe Kal can run a virus scan or something,” Thirteen mutters under his breath with a grimace. Match resists the urge to roll his eyes. It's a gesture he only ever started doing to impersonate Thirteen anyway.

“All Fortress systems are currently running at peak performance,” Jor-El says like a malfunctioning AI would even be an accurate source, then gestures off to the side. “The basic medical supplies are this way. Please follow me.”

“The damage is minimal,” Match says. He's healed from worse without wasting medical supplies. The burns aren't even third-degree. Superman can't possibly want to spend actual resources on him, much less anything that would presumably need to be replaced or recharged later.

“Then treatment will also be minimal,” Jor-El replies matter-of-factly before heading off. “This way.”

He's definitely malfunctioning.

Thirteen follows Jor-El, though, and Match doesn’t know what else to do, so he does too. Either way he doesn’t want Superman to catch up when he’s by himself, so . . .

He doesn’t even know what Superman is doing right now, aside from presumably making whatever call he needed to make, and who knows what that’s about or for. Maybe he’s warning the Justice League about the likelihood of the Agenda causing problems for them, publicity-wise. Or . . . something to that effect, anyway.

They’ll take the opportunity to, he’s sure. The Agenda doesn’t miss opportunities like that.

The infirmary is sparse and open and both laboratory-bright and laboratory-sterile, but still . . . off, somehow. Something about it just seems . . . off.

Match isn’t sure what, exactly.

Maybe it’s just that he can’t smell blood or bleach.

Jor-El instructs him through using the cleaning wipes and disinfectant spray and strange alien bandages from the supplies–Match, like usual, uses his tactile telekinesis to keep himself from flinching when it hurts–and Thirteen tries to help, which is irritating. Match glowers at him until he backs off, which takes twice as long as it should.

Superman probably wouldn’t appreciate him killing Thirteen, after all the fuss. And Superman’s . . . in charge of him now, he thinks. Technically. Probably.

For now, at least.

The Agenda will want him back, so . . .

So for now, yes. Until the Agenda reclaims him and disposes of him as a failed experiment.

Superman would be–harder to reclaim him from, though. Harder than government custody. Maybe even harder than the Justice League in general, because Superman by himself doesn’t necessarily have to answer to the same specific pressures the whole League altogether would.

So if he does . . . whatever Superman wants him to do, exactly–if he does whatever makes Superman want to keep him, for whatever reason Superman decided he wanted to keep him to begin with . . .

He won’t be disposed of as soon, if he does that. Eventually Superman will change his mind and the Agenda will take him back, but–only eventually.

Not yet.

So he just needs to do that.

Match can do that. Superman can't be any harder to please than the Agenda. He . . . thinks he can't, anyway.

Superman tolerates Thirteen, so . . .

#wip: clark panic-adopts his teenage clones

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spider-jaysart · 4 months

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Okay soooo, first time I'm doing something like this, but I wanna introduce a fave oc of mines today that I've been working on for a longtime now :)

Her name is Nadja Al Ghul-Wayne-Kent and she's a Damijon kid

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@camo-wolf @paladin-of-nerd-fandom65

The name Nadja means "hope" in Arabic. My very dear friend @theredheaded-stuff was the one who helped me pick it. And her hero name is Super Canyon, which is inspired by the Canyon Wren bird

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Backstory:

After being inspired by the story of how Kon was created, a secret group of no good scientists, who just love causing chaos with many of their inventions, decided one day to create a mixed clone of both Damian and Jon, thinking they can do better than Lex did, so they collected both of the boys DNA's after one of their recent battles in public and got to work. Once their experiment was supposed to be done, they saw that their machine had actually created a baby girl instead of a grown, powerful clone like they had wanted, so they were ready to dispose of her as a failed subject, but were suddenly stopped just on time by Damian and Jon who broke into the place and kicked their butts after finding out that a recently committed crime they were investigating was caused by them. When they were done, the boys found Nadja and were surprised to find out she's a clone related to them both. They decided to take her with them and made her their daughter to raise together after that.

Personality:

She's helpful, stubborn, is as intelligent as Damian is, friendly but also tough when she needs to be, observant, sometimes a little too honest about things but doesn't always mean it as rude, courageous (a trait that can be pretty helpful sometimes, but also get her into really big trouble during dangerous situations too), a prankster, and very protective of others, especially her loved ones

Abilities and skills:

She has the usual Kryptonian abilities, which are flying, super strength, superhearing, superspeed, superbreath, ice breath, invulnerablity, x-ray vision, and laser vision that's purple instead of the usual red (because Lois has purple eyes, so it's something unique that was passed onto her that way). Sometimes they don't always work though and can accidentally get out of hand too since she's still growing and learning, but Jon aways tries his best to help her get better at using and controlling them. Nadja also uses many concentrating tips from Damian too for improvement, like meditating for example and other things like that, and he helps her practice them

And because she's half Kryptonian, she also has a couple of unlocked special abilities of her own too, which is invisiblity, the ability to phase through walls and objects, plus the power to also transfer the heat of her laser vision into the palm of her hands to burn who or whatever she touches and she can also let it absorb her whole body too if she wants, which makes her even more untouchable and at the same time lets her release a strong fiery blast around herself onto enemies or incoming threats (her body glows completely purple whenever she does this and if it's just her hands, the same happens to them too). Nadja hasn't been able to properly master these special powers yet though, only one of them, which is the invisiblity one

For skills, thanks to teachings from Damian, plus Talia whenever she visits her, Nadja knows how to use a sword and fight well in combat in case her powers aren't working the way she urgently needs them to during patrols and missions

Random facts:

She calls Damian Baba and Jon Dad.

She calls Clark "Grampops" and Bruce "Grampbats". For Talia, she calls her "Grandmother" and for Lois, she calls her "Grandmama".

Her best friend is her same age Cousin Dick II, the Son of her much older Cousin Jake Grayson and his Wife Meredith Robinson. In the Batfamily (besides Damian), she's close with all her Aunt and Uncles, and for the Al Ghul's, she also gets excited whenever she visits Talia and Ra's. And while she definitely also gets along a lot with her other relatives who are in the Superfamily, the person she's most closest to there (besides Jon ofc) is Kon, due to them both being created as clones meant for evil but turned out good instead, which got them to bond even more as Uncle and Niece.

Her voice sounds like Clementine's from Telltales the walking dead games, but specifically the version of it from season 2 for the tween age she's in right now.

She has messy hair like Jon when she lets it loose. Jon is the one who always has to brush her hair whenever it gets tangled up, since the steel strength of it is just too difficult for Damian to actually handle himself.

Nadja laughs at Damian's jokes all the time since she gets his dark humor and he loves that. They always laugh a lot about it together but when Jon's around, they're Iike "You wouldn't get it" and he gets all offended.

Jon passed his love for noodles onto Najda and Damian's usually like "That's not healthy!!" And tries cooking her vegetarian meals more often or healthy ones that Talia would used to make him back when he was a kid, just so that Najda will eat real food lol. Najda also really loves the meals that comes from Damian's culture too and gets happy whenever he makes them for dinner.

For nicknames, Jon will sometimes call her "Sweetpea", "Sugar cookie", and "Tootsie pops", while Damian calls her "Habibti", "Thamin" (meaning "precious" in Arabic), and "Galbi" (which means "my heart" in Arabic)

Damian matches his outfits with Nadja all the time just like Talia would always used to do with him when he was a little kid. He does this with Jon included too and they take pictures together.

When making her hero suit, Damian was the one who helped Nadja out in drawing the designs and brainstormed ideas with her. When she had finally found one she liked and was ready to make it, Damian and Jon could've helped her sew it and everything, but they didn't have many materials that she could use or a sewing machine either, only a regular sewing kit that they use to fix up their own suits whenever they get damaged, so they let her make it with Ma's help instead at her place when they visit her and Pa again, since she actually owned a machine and also had a sewing room filled with many useful materials. When asked, Ma didn't mind letting Nadja use her stuff at all and was instead delighted about it since it would just give them the chance to spend time with eachother while doing one of her favorite hobbies together.

And next time, while having their usual Mother and Son days out together, Talia helped Damian pick out the sarong skirt for Nadja while hanging around stores, since they thought it would be nice for her to have one. Jon was the one who bought Nadja the red sneakers while shopping together with Kathy, since it reminded him of Kathy's old purple, rainbow ones, but with a twist of red thrown onto it, which also reminded him a lot of his favorite old ones that he used to always wear as a kid too. Dick and Cyborg helped her insert digital tech into her cuffs, which lets out hologram screens that let her know whenever she's over using her powers since she's still mastering them and it does plenty of other useful things for her too.

Najda was also given a mask to go with her suit at first too since she thinks it's annoying to wear glasses in her regular life everyday, but then it got lost during a fight and some villains saw her face, so she was still forced to go with the glasses route in the end anyways.

As adults, Jon's a scientist and Damian's a veterinarian. Najda likes visiting both of her Dads at their day jobs after school and doing her homework there while they work. She always promises to behave and not get in the way and if she has no work to do, she'll help them out too, which they appreciate. She also loves watching what they do and let's them happily explain their favorite stuff about the job to her. She knows a lot about taking care of animals and science because of this.

Nadja loves music and making it too. She even thinks about playing rock music for a living when she grows up. Damian and Jon support her in this and buy her the instruments she needs and they also listen to her songs when she wants to show it off to them. Because of them being in a band themselves back when they were kids, Damian, Jon, Chris, and Jake give her lessons sometimes on how to better play her instruments.

Civilians and especially interviewers always question about how they had Nadja and just assume that she's adopted or assume that just because she looks more like Damian, she's probably from a secret ex girlfriend he had before being with Jon. The last one annoys both Damian and Jon so much, especially Jon since Nadja is actually his kid too and he gets jealous at the thought of the ridiculous idea. Both him and Damian hate these rumors and just want everyone to mind their own business.

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fortunatelychaoticphantom · 5 months

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Bruce: **staring at Clark intently for a long time**

Clark: "What is it?"

Bruce: "Do you have an appendix?"

Clark: "What?"

Diana: "Bruce, that's rude. You can't just ask someone if they have an appendix."

Bruce: "So we're just not going to talk about **gesturing vaguely at Clark** this?"

Victor: "I was actually wondering this myself. I mean, the evolutionary implications alone are staggering. Does this mean we have a common ancestor? Are we Kryptonians? Are they human? Is this a nessecary evolutionary path for all advanced life forms in the galaxy?"

Clark: **panicking** "Oh my god. I don't know."

Barry: **freaking out** "What do you mean you don't know?!"

Clark: "Get me a mirror, quick!"

Barry: **running in a blur and getting a mirror**

Clark: **trying to x-ray himself with a mirror, half crying** "What am I???"

Bruce: **exasperated and a 100% hiding how freaked out he actually is** "That's not how your vision works."

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Later...

Bruce: **meeting J'onn in his Martian form for the first time, losing his goddam mind** "This is so much worse."

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Later later...

Hal: "I mean, most of the folks I meet are human-like, so it's not that weird."

Bruce: **holding his sanity by a fucking thread** "Most???"

Hal: "Oh you should meet Mogo. He's a sentient planet and a Lantern."

Bruce:

Hal: "He's not very friendly though... I think you'll like him."

Bruce: **leaves and never returns**

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checkingoutforheroes · 5 months

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Muah.

Kara opens the door: Lena, we've been waiting for you.

Lena: Happy new year! I brought champagne.

Alex takes the bottles: You're forgiven.

Kara: Uh, rude. I'm sorry for my sister. Come on in. Y/n's been asking for you the whole evening!

Lena: Where is she?

Kara: In the bedroom, changing shirt. She'll come out soon. Have a seat, I'll go take out the food.

Y/n sees Lena and taps on her arm to acknowledge her presence: Hi, Lena.

Lena turns around: Hi cupcakes! Happy new year!

Y/n, hugs Lena from behind: Happy new year to you too. Muah! *y/n kisses her cheek.

Alex: Why did she get a kiss and we don't?

Kara: Yeah, we're your sister.

Y/n: Because she gave me awesome presents!

Kara: And we don't?

Alex: Okay, no more school holiday in National City. You're staying with mom.

Y/n: Alex no... no... Please..

Kara: Alex..

Alex: What?

Kara: She's our sister.

Alex: Are you sure she's not Lena's? I mean, look at them snuggling.

Lena just laughs: It's okay Y/n, if Alex kicks you out, you are more than welcome to stay with me. And I'll take you to the National Science Center.

Kara: Lena..

Y/n hugs Lena: Thank you Lena. You're my favorite.

Kara: Heyyy...

Y/n: Come on Kara, you know you're my favorite Kryptonian sister.

Alex: She is your one and only Kryptonian sister you ever have!

Kara: Alex, don't be so hard on yourself. You're her favorite too.

Alex: Am I?

Y/n: Are you kicking me out?

Alex: No! Are you crazy? Mom will shoot me with her gun!

Y/n, smile: Okay! Then I like you too!

Alex: Of course you do. I changed your diaper Y/n! And you poop a lot!

Kara: Awwwww group hugs!!!

*GIF credits to the owners

#kara danvers #lena luthor #alex danvers #baby danvers #lena luthor x kara danvers #lena luthor x reader #lena luthor x baby!danvers #kara danvers x b!d reader #alex danvers x baby!danvers #supercorp #supergirl #superfriends #happy new year #2024

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bruciemilf · 1 year

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ohemgee that Krypton Clark arriving to an established Justice League AU is perfection!

I imagine he tries to wear down Bruce in his courtship by stepping up a little because surely if The Bat were to consider him then the man needs reassurance Clark will always be present and there for him, like he once overheard ((from miles away on the farm of course, because his soon-to-be mate was hiding , what a shy, lovely creature he is!)) Bruce offhandedly mention some space meteorite and potential dangers so Clark is thinking I am going to show him I am willing to protect him and our this planet by destroying it and bringing him a piece to prove my loyalty and commitment! And when he lends a hand to the league in the watchtower or out in the city, he will slowly come up to Batman and always pick up where left off My dear this game of tag of yours is very endearing, I almost didn't catch you! More proof of how you are such a trained and skilled fighter. Together we make a good team and I can see us being most agreeable pair of mates... and Bruce is a mess. He may even rope Hal into the convo for an out because he's so flustered. What if it results in him doing a amongus/Clint Barton move and vents his way out and leading to the Zeta-tube. I've strayed off but the hold this has on me is immense.

What I love about this is that neither of them can flirt like normal people. Lois desperately tries to show Clark earth appropriate dating customs and he's just confused. " But that's so slow and inefficient. And so needlessly complicated. Besides, Bruce likes when I bring him rocks."

"Yeah, rocks! Not the freezing corpses of alien enemies!"

Clark is currently holding a lifeless body of an alien who planned to abduct the bat. Its just easier and cleaner if Bruce doesn't know. Poor darling already has so much stress. " This one's still warm."

Also; I couldn't agree more with Kryptonians being more alien like. Bruce usually has little problems with harsh rejection, but if it's Clark...He simply asks Hal to drop an arm over his shoulder.

"Can I squeeze a boob? I just feel like it'll be more realistic if I squeeze a boob. "

" No."

Oliver side eyes, " You're a grown man. Call them milkies."

Clark comes in, solar sweep smile radiating, except there's nothing friendly about the way his fangs glare. He pulls Bruce in, and his face just...Does a thing. There's tentacles and screeching involved and Hal is frozen in place.

Clark is back to normal in less than a minute.

" Please don't do that! If Bruce chooses you as the better mate, that's fine, but you can't interrupt my ritual. It's rude!" And then he happily flies away with a curious and blushing Bruce.

"... You ok, Jordan?"

" Ring; dipers."

#i love possessive clark all my homies love possessive clark #bruce wayne #clark kent #superbat #krypton survives au #also i think ma and pa kent should be courter by jor el #dc #dc comics #bruce x clark

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Mon-El calling b!d a babe and Kara is very overprotective about it and snaps?

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In the middle of the DEO's training room, surrounded by various training equipment and punching bags, Kara and you decided to end a tough field mission with intense determination and a training session on the punching bag. Tying the boxing gloves tightly around your wrists, you resolutely stepped in front of the heavy punching bag. "Are you ready?" you asked, determined to improve your technique. The blonde nodded with a confident smile, taking hold of the position on the opposite side of the punching bag, ready to offer support to you.

You began with light warm-up exercises, pounding your fists rhythmically against it. Kara supported you by holding the bag stable with her superpowers so that you could deliver your punches with full force. The regular, muffled beats echoed through the room, accompanied by your concentrated breathing. After the short warm-up, you gradually increased your intensity. Your punches became more powerful and faster as you performed different powerful combinations on the target, followed by a quick hook and a body hit in a controlled and steady rhythm.

The Kryptonian deftly adapted to your movements and held the bag tightly to give you an effective workout. The punching bag swung back and forth with each punch, but you remained in control. You concentrated fully on your technique and no longer paid any attention to the blonde, whose head appeared from time to time behind the training object and she supported you with a concentrated look. Each of your punches was precise and calculated and Kara was extremely surprised by your motivation. You showed your ability in full bloom and with different techniques. Punches were accompanied by a soft squeak as the fists hit the plastic.

"You are doing good, keep it up!" your sister cheered you on and you increased your intensity to a new level. Muscles throughout your body tensed with each of your punches, your breath quickening. You pushed yourself to peak performance as the dim lightning on your room bathed your sweat-covered skin in a soft glow and your stimulated breathing took over the entire atmosphere. Sweat flowed down your face in small rivulets, mixing with the exertion as you continued to train with increasing intensity.

The punching bag became your outlet to release stress and any inner tension. An emotional weight seemed to be lifted from your shoulders, and the remaining energy was released with each powerful blow. Kara felt the intensity and determination in every tension. It was not just physical strength you showed, but also mental endurance and self-control. Even the punching bag swayed slightly, as if it was in awe of your impressive strength and endurance.

"Hey babe, what´s up?" boomed a male voice with a mocking smile on his face as your exertion reached its peak and Kara abruptly let go of the punching bag. It swung to the side and ruined your punch streak as your arm flung straight into the air. You had not even noticed that Mon-El entered the training room and approached the two of you or what he even said to you. "Kara! You can not just let go!"

"What did you just say to my little sister?" she asked, as if the blonde had not understood what he had said the first time. Kara grasped the whole situation quicker and immediately felt driven by the need to defend you, just wanting to make sure her ears were not playing tricks on her. Right from the start she found the Daxamite to be a rude and inconsiderate alien, but she was not prepared for that. "Babe...is not that something you say to a woman you find attractive?"

Kara laughed scornfully and placed her hands mockingly on her muscular upper arms. Any come-ons towards you infuriated her, but she tried to stay calm as she felt a lump forming in her throat. Nauseau creeping up and settling inside of her. "Kara, stay calm. It was probably just an accident," you said soothingly, putting an arm on her shoulder to get her attention back. She was known for her overprotective nature and her willingness to defend you in any situation.

With a determined look, she took a step towards Mon-El and placed her arms tightly on her waist as she snorted. "It is completely unacceptable to address anyone this way. We are not on Daxam and your comments towards y/n are disrespectful. At least be respectful here if you want to stay on our earth," her voice remained calm but firm and it was clear that the young man was intimidated by Kara's determination and self-confidence. Her overprotective nature clearly exceeded any parameters. "On this earth, people are valued and no one is degraded. Especially not by you, we are not on your planet. And I will make sure that this will be a lesson to you."

With an incredible speed that your eyes could barely grasp, Mon-El lay beneath the blonde, his hand twisted while her knee was attached to the Daxamite's torso. He cried out painfully, muttering several half-hearted apologies into the air that were barely audible, but Kara had no sympathy for him. Shocked at the sudden turnaround in the conversation, you placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder to let her know it was completely okay. "Stop it, Kar. He had enough."

Kara's gaze softened and moved away from the young alien. She quickly stood upright, but fixed him with an intense gaze. She made it clear to him without words that such disrespectful comments towards you would no longer be tolerated. Sensing her point of view, Mon-El backed away, unsure of his words. After a moment of silent silence, he finally turned and walked away, clearly intimidated.

You looked at your older sister in shock but also gratitude, your eyes filling with emotions as you punched her in the upper arm. "My superheroine. What would I do without you?" You laughed sarcastically, earning a big smile from her before she pushed you back to the punching bag to get you back to work.

In that moment, filled with silence, exhaustion, and pride, you radiated an unstoppable strength that existed not only in the training hall, but also in life thanks to your sisters.

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Master Posts Links

All the dabbles I have posted on my DC x DP account. Under a read more due to how long it is. Broken into three categories:

Multi-parts - Dabbles that have more than one part written.

One-shots- Dabbles with only one part written.

Requests- Dabbles written for the requests of readers. (Note: If a request is for a continuation of the other two categories, they will be filed in Milti-parts)

Master Post 1 Link

Master Post 2 Link

Please read the indexes to determine which master post each au is filed in.

As of 02/10/2024: The newest stuff is inside of Master Post 2. If there are many parts from Master Post 1, they will remain on that one.

MASTER POST 1 INDEX:

Multi-parts:

The Royal Consort,

The Bakery is a Front!...right?,

Child Support

Alfred's Boy

The Adoptive Son

Phantom's Number 1 fan

Passion for Fashion

Danny and The Fan Blog

Congratulations! It's Triplets!:

Ghost King Summon dare

The Dauntless Matchmaker

Demon and Angel Brat

One-shots:

The Assistant

The Ghost Trio's Food Trip

Legal Compensation

Love Among Fans

Lex Luther's Youngest

Misplace Baby:

The Infinite Realms Hobby Store:

Obsession Runs in the Family

Farm Hand

Vague Threats

Game of Deadly Love

Retired-Rouge

The Real Blood Son

The Kid of Candles

Magic Older Brother

Keep The God Kid Busy!

Dog walker

Clockwork's Cookbook

Respawn and Relive

The Summoning Conditions of the Ghost King

Finders Keeper

What's the rule again?

The Contact, the Butler and the Sly Time Lord

Big Fish in Gotham Pond:

Immunity system:

Wrong Number:

Timeline Prevention Squad

Requests

The Masters are Aliens

Ghost Zone Read

Red Hood's Snow

Jason Sees Dead People

Ghost Dad

Wayne Manor Ghost

The Siren of Iceberg Lounge

Single Dad

The Orginal

The Ghost King's Fibs

Red ParentHood

Woo thy Butler, My Lord

Jason's Doll

Cass the Halfa

Double Vision

Dealeyed Soulmates

Rescue Mission

Danny's Online Persona

Practice makes perfect

Alley Boyfriends:

MASTER POST 2 INDEX:

Multi-Parts

Cave Boy

Cass the Halfa

Danny's Grill

Freelance Inventor

The Audit

Why Ten?

One-Shots

Red Yummy

It's all Fun and Games Kids!

Professional Protector of Love

The Backroads

In 30 Minutes or less

One hell of a good bellhop

Mr. Flavor

Danny Fenton's Ex

Corporate Rivals

Rude Kryptonian

The Summoned Demon

Requests

Batman with a gun's lover

IRS's boogie man

Super Robin

Dear Elder Brother's mistakes

The Undead Florist

Pit's Merman

Dullahan is my roomate

Cluster of Cores

Nightowl Appartement

Demon Head slightly to the left

#dcxdpdabbles #Master Post Links #Master Post index #Mun speaks

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mamawasatesttube · 6 months

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Hello, I'm pretty new to the Superboy fandom. Can I ask you this question:

This part on his Wikipedia page caught my attention.

Do you know the instances (issues, panels, lines, etc) where Kon-el expresses that he doesn't want to be considered Superman's sidekick or similar sentiments?

I would really like to understand more about his feelings regarding his role in relation to Superman and his feelings toward the big man himself.

Thank you, and I apologize if any part of my ask sounds rude to you.

hoookay this is probably gonna be a bit of a doozy but i'll try and keep it concise!!!

first of all, rec-wise, you're probably gonna wanna read the entirety of "reign of the supermen" and "the return of superman". which is a lot, i know, but there's so much going on there that it's honestly hard for me to pick and choose any single issue out of it that would make sense as a standalone.

so at first, before clark himself comes back on the scene, we get things like the classic "don't ever call me 'superboy!'" panel as well as things like this:

where it's clear that kon sees himself as superman, the "real" superman. he does also acknowledge that he's young and he needs to learn to be and do better, as when john henry irons tells him he needs to accept responsibility for his showboating causing frank the helicopter pilot's death, so it's not like he's a full-on arrogant jackass about being the best already, but at this point "superman" is his entire identity. he's not shy about the fact that he's a clone, either; he tells lois, and later, everyone in metropolis via tv, that he is a kryptonian clone and obviously not the og superman himself, but he's still insistent that he is superman.

a fun side note here: this is actually before the retcon that kon was a human with a metagene, so he is actually a full clone of superman!

in fact that's part of why lois knows something is up with cyborg superman in the wake of the destruction of coast city. it's not entirely relevant to the question of their relationship except that it IS my favorite interpretation and also i think it adds a particular flavor to kon's relationship to superman as the gold standard he was made to achieve, the model he was made to emulate.

"Superman... the first Superman... didn't let Doomsday trash his town... and I won't let these creeps rip it down!"

superman is his role model in every way. he respects him a lot even in death and wants to be as much like him as he can. at this point kon's definitely a hotheaded and easily-distracted kid, but he's also all of three weeks old, so...

"Ripping free of this trap would be child's play for Superman... but I'm his clone, aren't I?"

so we can see from early on kon definitely ties his sense of self and his sense of self-worth to "how am i measuring up to superman?" that's a recurring theme we'll see with him over and over.

by the end of the fight with hank henshaw, kon has fully accepted that superman's back and is The OG:

"Check that, Blondie. I'm not Superman. That guy's Superman! The one and only!"

after this we get the "actually a human clone with a ttk metagene" retcon and kon's departure for hawaii:

he leaves for two primary reasons: a) to make a name for himself because he wants to be worthy of the superboy/superman mantle and the s-shield, and b) because editorial wanted superboy to be its own separate title. he thinks the world of superman and wants to make him proud, essentially, while also maintaining his independence.

(clark is also around and interacting him during that retcon arc but i'm a little tired and don't wanna go hunt down any more panels right now, so ... that's for another day.)

and then of course there's superboy (1994) #59, where kon actually gets the name kon-el, something incredibly meaningful to both him and clark:

in summary: kon really, really looks up to clark. he wants to be worthy of his trust and often berates himself when he feels like he's not being enough like superman. his strong drive for independence is part of that: he wants to be totally independent and capable on his own, just like superman.

#answers #cresseeau #kon #clark #long post #i hope this answers the question lkjglkejgl i know ''the return of superman'' is such a doozy of a rec but #it really is just a lot going on all at once and i dont think any of it makes sense w/o full context

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gretahayes · 1 year

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for the angst/fluff ask game “You’re the only one I wanna wake up next to.” with either superbat or timkon (whatever you’re more in the mood to write)

"Kon. Kon, Kon, Kon." The blanket is pulled off Kon rudely, and he snatches it back with his TTK automatically, then registers the voice.

Kon blinks up at Tim groggily. It's three in the morning and Tim's all Red Robin, and looks like pure hell. "Y'look like shit."

"Screw your Kryptonian eyesight," Tim says, huffing. "And I just went through hell." Tim drops on top of Kon. "And I mean that literally." He wiggles a bit, and Kon snorts at the motion, until he's curled up at his side. "Night."

"What?" Kon's more awake now, shoving an already half-asleep Tim. "No, dude, you're not gonna sleep like this. I don't want you in my bed all suited up. It's weird, and you'll hate yourself for it in the morning."

Tim groans, but rolls himself off the other end of the bed. Kon absently catches him with his TTK before he can hit the floor, and shakes him a bit. "Do you want me to undress you?"

Kon can imagine the scrunch of Tim's nose at the suggestion, and grins a bit. Tim stands, and Kon withdraws his TTK. Tim starts shucking his costume and dumping it in a corner, first the gloves and boots, then the bandoliers, and so forth. "You're a shit boyfriend," Tim informs him in the semi-darkness, pulling off his belt and checking it.

Kon hums, shutting his eyes and drifting off again, half an ear out for Tim in case he wants to talk.

Tim doesn't, and worms his way into Kon's side a few minutes later, in a soft shirt that Kon's got an inkling is his. "Cuddle me," he says into Kon's neck. His lips are cold.

"Go cuddle Cassie," Kon grumbles, but shifts so they're intertwined more comfortably.

"Cassie snores when she's this tired." Tim's voice is quiet as he says the next thing, "and, well. You're the only one I wanna wake up next to."

If Kon was more conscious, he'd probably be tomato-red. But as is, in that precarious place between sleep and wakefulness, all he feels is a soft warmth blooming in his chest. "Dork," he says fondly. "G'night, Rob."

"G'night, Kon."

(ask game)

#asks #ask game #fic snippets #tim drake #kon el #timkon #them being domestic is so important to me. actually.#my writing

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somber-sapphic · 9 months

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Unhealthy Habits

〖Notes: I have no idea if this makes any sense. It is 4am. The grammar might be okay, it might not. The plot might be nonsense. I'm so sorry. I'm going to sleep now :,,)〗

〖Summary: A lot of time and energy goes into buying a company. None of that energy is focused on taking care of oneself.〗

〖Word Count: 1.7k〗

〖Pairing: Supercorp〗

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“Hey Lena, can I…” Kara trailed off as she opened the door to Lena’s office, freezing at the sight of her technically boss fast asleep on top of a stack of paperwork, her congested snores filling the brightly lit room. The blinds were wide open, sunlight streaming in, bathing her in a golden glow.

Said glow made it easy to see the dark flush on her cheeks and her red-rimmed nostrils. Her nose was running onto the paper and her mouth was hanging wide open, every few snores punctuated with a raspy cough that didn’t stir her from her slumber.

Kara’s heart sunk into her stomach and her shoulders sagged with a deep sigh as she tried to remember the last time, she had seen the CEO perform any act of self-care. The last time she had seen the brunette was two days ago while she was wrapping everything up at L-Corp, energy drinks, and granola bar wrappers scattered around her desk.

She had been practically vibrating, talking to herself in hushed mumbles as she scribbled furiously on a notebook already full of what could only be described as chicken scratch. It was nothing compared to Lena’s typically meticulous, neat handwriting with everything sectioned out into distinct categories.

In hindsight, Kara was realizing that she probably should have intervened then, but at that point, the young genius had been snippy and rude. The blonde had dropped off a dinner of a Cobb salad with a milkshake and asked her secret girlfriend not to stay up too late and left her with a light kiss on the cheek.

That had been a sleepless night for her as she worried about the woman that she loved, but eventually, even her Kryptonian biology couldn’t keep her up. That morning had been filled with coffee as she tried to make up for the neglect of her sleep hygiene the night before.

She hadn’t seen Lena that day except for once in passing in the hallway. She was scurrying through the corridor, moving at practically a run. The brunette had slowed when she’d seen Kara and offered a quick smile, slipping into a more professional demeanor. They had engaged in a brief conversation before she had to go again, leaving the blonde nervous and concerned.

She loved the overly ambitious woman with everything that she had and the idea of Lena neglecting her health was so worrying. All she wanted to do was sweep the brunette up in a hug and lay her down in bed and do whatever she possibly could to coax her girlfriend into resting.

Now it appeared obvious that Lena’s body had given up on her. Normally, Kara would’ve woken her up and taken her home, but it seemed like she needed the rest more desperately than usual. The blonde took a moment to collect her thoughts, trying to decide what exactly she should do to help Lena in the best way possible.

After two minutes of deliberation, she came up with a plan. Kara went out to her desk and grabbed her laptop, along with a white sheet of fresh printer paper. Before walking back into Lena’s office, she pulled out a Sharpie and wrote “meeting in progress” in bold black letters on the crisp sheet. She taped the sign to the door of the brunette’s office and slipped back in, shutting, and locking it behind her.

With quiet precise movements, Kara closed all of the blinds and shut the lights off, leaving the room in almost complete darkness. With her superhuman eyesight, she had no difficulty seeing in the nearly black room and she could also hear Lena’s chattering teeth and shivering body.

She let out another soft sigh as she made her way to the lavish couch and grabbed the throw, debating momentarily whether or not to move the woman to the couch. She decided against it, not willing to risk waking her up.

Kara laid the blanket over her trembling girlfriend’s body, being sure to tuck it tightly around her shoulders so that she wouldn’t shrug it off in her sleep. The blonde stroked her cheek lovingly and laid a soft kiss against Lena’s temple, shaking her head at just how warm she was.

“You’re lucky you’re cute. We’re going to be having a serious conversation as soon as you’re better.” She whispered, kissing the tip of her nose before walking back over to the sofa. She could’ve sworn she saw a smile appear on the brunette’s lips, but then again it could have just been her imagination.

Kara slipped off her shoes and made herself comfortable on the couch, setting up her laptop so that she could get some work done. She was finishing off a puff piece, coincidentally about Lena buying CatCo, adding bits where she needed to, and rearranging the format.

It wasn’t really an all-day project, but the article wasn’t due for another few days, so she decided to stretch it out a bit if only to have an excuse to sit with her girlfriend for longer. Eventually, the reporter knew that she would run out of work, she could only procrastinate for so long. With her luck, she’d get a call from Alex and would need to abandon Lena to go save the city from some fire-breathing alien.

That gave her an idea.

She whipped out her phone and typed out a quick message, alerting her sister that she would be out of commission for the next few days.

Kara: Hey Lex, Lena’s sick, and I don’t think that I can leave her alone. I can’t be SG unless you 100% need me.

Lexie: Poor thing. Give her fluids and medicine, and let her rest. J’onn and I will handle the city, you focus on Lena. Let me know if you need anything, k?

Kara: I know how to take care of a sick person, remember that time you had food poisoning? Just keep everyone safe.

Lexie: God, don’t remind me. Text if you need me <3

Kara smiled to herself and put her phone away, returning to her work.

With the blinds closed and the lights all off, the superhero didn’t really notice the passage of time. She typed away at her computer, glancing up every so often to make sure that her girlfriend was still breathing, filing away any change in the woman’s symptoms in the corner of her mind. So far not much was different, and she’d prefer that it stayed that way.

It was roughly 10 pm when Lena finally awoke. Everyone else was gone, excluding a few security guards and perhaps custodial staff, leaving the two women alone in the building. Kara had long since gotten bored and had decided to put headphones in and watch a TV show on her laptop. She had recently been introduced to New Girl and was rather enjoying it.

Upon hearing a soft groan coming from the CEO she paused the show and looked up, smiling at the sight of her bleary-eyed girlfriend sitting up in her chair. The woman looked confused and disoriented but seemed to relax when her beautiful green orbs fell upon Kara.

“Good morning sleepyhead. How was your nap?” she asked softly, setting her laptop aside. Lena groaned again and rubbed her nose on her sleeve, wrinkling it at the sight of a wet spot against her wrist. She sniffled loudly and let out a cough aimed at the desk.

Kara’s lungs ached in sympathy, and she walked to the brunette’s side, pressing a palm to the ill Luthor’s forehead. She was warm, warmer than earlier. The thing that possibly worried her the most was how utterly compliant Lena was with her actions.

Normally she would fight back at any sense of coddling, but rather than pull away she had leaned into Kara’s touch.

“Time’sit?” She mumbled groggily, closing her eyes again, her forehead still resting comfortably in the alien woman’s palm. Kara glanced at the clock and then back down at her girlfriend, smoothing her jet-black hair back as she pulled away.

“A little after 10. How are you feeling?” Lena wrinkled her nose and shook her head slowly, pausing to sneeze into her elbow. At least that time she had covered.

“Everything hurts. Sorry for not listenin’. You said I should rest. Didn’t.” The genius apologized; her words punctuated by a fit of coughing. Kara rubbed her back as they waited for it to pass, growing increasingly concerned when it took thirty seconds for the fit to subside.

“Yeah, you didn’t. But now we’re going to take some time off and get you feeling better.” Kara said once the woman she loved was breathing normally, keeping her hand firmly planted on the sick girl’s shoulder.

Even with the ‘threat’ of being taken home, Lena nodded, running one hand through her sweaty hair. A particularly aggressive shiver tore through her body and she pulled the blanket back around herself, blinking up at Kara with owlish, distant eyes. Her lower lip was quivering a bit, adding to her woeful look.

“Carry me?” She practically whispered, her voice a hoarse croak. The request was so genuine and so sweet that the blonde felt herself smile, her heart swelling with love and respect for the beautiful woman before her.

“Of course, I’ll carry you. Is it alright if we fly?” Lena’s lips quirked up at the corners and she nodded, yawning so big that her jaw cracked.

Kara very gently lifted the brunette into her arms and held her close, not even bothering to take off her clothes to reveal the superhero outfit. It didn’t matter, only Lena would see her.

She walked to the balcony, deciding to leave her things behind. That didn’t matter either. She could get the laptop later, she really just wanted to get her girlfriend into soft pj’s and a warm bed.

Lena laid her head against Kara’s chest, a small smile spreading across her face. It hurt her chapped lips, but it was worth it. She had worked herself too hard, she had almost forgotten how much Kara cared.

The alien hugged her a bit closer to her chest and began to float, flying slowly to her apartment so as not to jostle the flu-ridden CEO. She knew that she would need to have a real conversation with Lena regarding the neglect of her health, but for now, they would just focus on getting her healthy. There would be time for nagging later.

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