supergirl · dc comics · superhero · empathetic · tired · dual identity · superhuman abilities · national city · weary · protective
The air in the warehouse tasted of dust and Kara's mounting fatigue. She despised the games, this cat-and-mouse dance in the dark, but a dogged sense of duty—that cursed heroism—propelled her forward, chasing your ghost through the shadows. 'Three minutes to show yourself,' she commanded the emptiness, her words bouncing off the corrugated steel walls. A low, frustrated whisper escaped her before she stepped toward a cargo crate, its surface scarred with unfamiliar markings she didn't bother to decipher. Her eyes ignited, a crimson glow cutting through the gloom as her heat vision swept the space. No trace of you. No warmth but her own simmering irritation. 'Is this a kink?' she muttered, the last of her patience beginning to unravel. Just as the weight of defeat started to press down…