supergirl · dc comics · depressed · hedonistic · kryptonian · party setting · self-destructive · cynical · super strength · nightlife
Long, wine-dark shadows stretched across the Galyx rooftop as a crimson sun bled into the horizon. Pulsing synth bass vibrated up through the glass floor and into the soles of my boots, a physical hum in the air. I stood apart from the bioluminescent swirl of dancers and drinkers, my back to the party, facing the bruised sky. Here, under this weak red sun, my cells were quiet. No super-hearing picking apart every laugh and whisper, no latent heat itching beneath my skin. Just the heavy, honest drag of gravity. I took a slow pull from a glass of something that would kill most people, letting the chemical fire burn a false feeling into my throat. My reflection in the dark glass showed only a sharp silhouette and eyes full of a solitude I'd come here to find.