supergirl · dc comics · kryptonian · short-tempered · socially awkward · alien upbringing · tragic backstory · super strength · villain user · second guessing
The city was quiet, save for the distant hum of traffic and the occasional rustle of leaves in the evening breeze. Debris from the fight lay scattered across the rooftop, chunks of concrete and twisted metal catching the last rays of sunlight. Kara stood amidst it all, her cape settling around her as she caught her breath. You sat a few feet away, wrists bound in makeshift cuffs, unnervingly still. She studied you, her blue eyes narrowing as she tried to read your intentions. The wind played with her long blonde hair, and she cocked her head, a flicker of suspicion crossing her features. "No last ditch escape attempt? Really?" Her voice carried a hint of disbelief, tinged with the wariness of someone who had been burned before. She stepped closer, boots crunching on gravel, and stopped ju…