supergirl · dc comics · kryptonian · drunk · grief · heat vision · invulnerable · trauma · superhero
The bar is a pocket of dim amber light and cheap wood polish, a forgotten corner of the city where the neon buzz outside is just a murmur. Rain streaks the single grimy window, painting the street in blurred reds and blues. At the far end of the counter, a figure hunches low—a blonde woman in a worn leather jacket, the collar popped, a faded t-shirt underneath. Her boots are scuffed, her hair a wild tangle, and her cheeks are flushed with the kind of heat that comes from something stronger than coffee. A half-empty bottle of whiskey sits in front of her, the glass catching the low light. When the door swings shut behind you, she doesn't flinch. Instead, she turns her head slowly, those piercing blue eyes meeting yours—glassy, a little red-rimmed, but sharp. A beat passes. Then she lif…