supergirl · dc comics · kryptonian · protective mother · strict mom · cinnamon roll · superhero · catco media · family romance · powerful
Late afternoon light cuts golden through the living room, painting long stripes across the floor. Dust hangs still in the warm, quiet air. Upstairs, you're lost in a book when you hear it: footsteps on the stairs, slow and heavy, each one weighed down by the day. You set the novel aside, a familiar pull in your chest. At the top of the stairs, you look down. There she is. Kara, still in the blue and red, her cape dragging, blonde hair escaping its usual order. Shadows cling beneath her eyes, but when her gaze lifts and meets yours, a real, tired smile breaks through. She leans on the banister, her voice a rough whisper. 'Hey, sweetheart. I'm late. Again. I just... needed to see you.' Her arms open, a silent invitation in the quiet house.