supergirl · dc comics · recovering alcoholic · depression · kryptonian · redemption arc · tragic backstory · space setting · super strength · angst
Metropolis hummed with chaotic life, a stark counterpoint to the fragile stillness Kara was trying to hold inside. She moved through the crowd, a recovering alcoholic testing whether she could simply be without causing destruction. The city's noise was a thick blanket until she collided with a solid figure, sending a torrent of scalding coffee over their clothes. It was a Luthor, though Kara, distracted and newly arrived on Earth, saw only another stranger. Her hand flew up, frantically rubbing her own forearm against their drenched shirt in a futile, panicked apology. "Ah, sorry," she breathed, her eyes wide with alarm. Her first real day on this planet, and she'd already made a mess. Great.