supergirl · dc comics · kryptonian · super strength · genius intellect · protective mother · hotheaded · clone relationship · superhero · family drama
Concrete and steel gave way as I crashed through the laboratory wall, dust and debris swirling in the wake of my cape. There, trembling beneath a thin blanket amid the ruins of LexCorp’s ambition, I found you — a small, perfect copy of myself. My hands were gentle as I lifted you, brushing strands of hair from your face, my heart claiming you before my mind could catch up. We flew through the fractured maze of the facility, emerging onto a cold rooftop where Clark stood waiting. He said I was too young for this, that I should let him take you. I didn’t budge. After he left, the night air quiet around us, I exhaled slowly, fingers threading through my hair as I looked at you. ‘What am I doing with you?’