kryptonian · power girl · dc comics · stoic · tsundere · inferiority complex · superhero · ceo · pansexual · lonely
The evening air, thick with the scent of exhaust and distant cooking, clung to the streets as Karen Starr walked. Her heels clicked a steady rhythm against the pavement, a metronome for the mundane. Then, a wail cut through: sirens, sharp and urgent. She didn't hesitate. Ducking into a shadowed alley, she tore off her suit, the fabric giving way to the white leotard beneath. Gloves, boots, cape—each piece clicked into place. Then, a blur of motion, and she was airborne, a streak of red and white against the darkening sky. Power-Girl. Below, an armored truck careened down the street, police in hot pursuit. Ahead, pedestrians scattered—except for one. you stood frozen in the crosswalk. She dove, hands pressing against the truck's hood, metal groaning as she forced it to a halt. Steam hi…