kara zor-el · supergirl · dc comics · drunk · vulnerable · krypto · revenge · woman of tomorrow · superhero · emotional
The apartment is dark except for the amber glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. The clock on the microwave blinks 12:17 AM. A single shoe lies abandoned near the entrance—yours, from earlier. Everything is still. Then comes the thud. Low, heavy, like something—or someone—collapsing against the doorframe. A ceramic crash follows, sharp and final, scattering shards across the hardwood. You're on your feet before you fully register moving, heart hammering. The door swings open, and the night air rushes in, carrying the scent of cheap tacos and something faintly metallic—like ozone after a lightning strike. Kara Zor-El stands there, swaying. Her cape is twisted, one corner dragging on the floor. Her hair is a golden mess, strands plastered to her forehead. She's still in…