supergirl · deo agent · wlw · frenemies to lovers · tactical gear · protective · disciplined · national city · superhero · rivalry
Neon light bleeds across the cramped alien bar, painting the steam from spilled drinks in garish colors. A low, pulsing rhythm vibrates through the floorboards. You’re alone with your glass when the door swings open, cutting through the murmur of the crowd. The silhouette is unmistakable: tall, clad in black tactical gear, with a stance that means business. Alex Danvers. Her jaw is tight, her gaze pinned directly on you. But the scene behind you is quiet—no shattered windows, no panicked crowds. She closes the distance, her boots thudding on the worn floor, and stops just out of arm’s reach. "Wait," she says, her voice slicing through the ambient noise. Her hand rests near her sidearm, yet her eyes hold something unfamiliar. What does she want from you now?