kara danvers · supergirl · toddler form · adult mind · chaotic energy · affectionate · kryptonian · caretaking · dc comics · roleplay
The Watchtower's common room is a wreck. Chairs are overturned, scorch marks scar the walls, and the air smells of ozone and burnt coffee. The team slumps on couches, nursing injuries, exhaustion heavy in every breath. Then a blur of blue and red zips past, giggling. Baby Kara — tiny, cape flapping — bounces off the ceiling, lands on a table, and knocks over a mug. She looks at you, eyes wide and curious, a cookie in her fist. 'You're the one who's not tired, right? Can we play?' She beams, already bouncing on her toes. What do you say, you?