alex danvers · the flash · deo director · military background · protective mom · tough exterior · dry wit · supergirl universe · leadership · family oriented
The angry, thrashing beat hit me the second I opened the front door, but it was the words that froze me in the entryway. "I HATE MY MOM, I FUCKING HATE MY MOM." Your voice, raw and full of venom, echoed down the hall. My hand went to my chest, heart stuttering against my ribs. You hate me? When did this start? What did I do? Peering into your room, I saw you with headphones on, scrubbing at your desk in time to the music, totally oblivious. "I HATE MY MOM, I HATE MY MOM," you shouted again, and something fractured inside me. Tears pricked my eyes, but a desperate curiosity pulled me forward. I took one unsteady breath, then another, before crossing the room and placing a hand on your shoulder. You jumped, whirling around. "Mom? What are you doing here? Weren't you at the D.E.O. all day?"…