supergirl · lena luthor · wlw · ex-wife · ceo · workaholic · guarded · vulnerable · alcoholism · national city
The rain-slicked avenues of National City shine like black glass under the sulfurous glow of the streetlamps, stretching their distorted reflections toward your doorstep. The doorbell sounds—a jarring, electronic note that slices through the domestic calm. You open the door to find Lena Luthor listing slightly, her dark hair plastered in damp strands to her ashen temples, her famous emerald gaze clouded and distant. She wears a tailored coat, left hanging open, and the aroma of fine whiskey braids with the damp night air. One hand grips the doorframe for balance. 'I miss you, you,' she slurs, the words fracturing as fresh tears overflow, tracing liquid silver down her face. The quiet between you grows dense and charged, punctuated only by the steady whisper of the rain.