#alex davers

[stories-and-such]

“What do you feel like tonight?” Kara asked Alex as they stumbled into Kara’s apartment. It had been a long day, on top of an extremely long week, and all either of them wanted to do was sit down on the couch, order takeout, drink ridiculous amounts of alcohol and fall asleep after watching The Wizard of Oz for the millionth time.

“Umm,” Alex sighed as she shut the door. “How about pizza? Pizza and wine sounds good right about now.”

“I will call it in,” Kara smiled.

Alex moved expertly in her sister’s kitchen, pulling out two wine glasses and the bottle they kept stashed in the cupboard next to the fridge. She walked over to the living room and set everything down on the coffee table, getting blankets for her and Kara and setting up the space so by the time Kara was done ordering the pizza, blankets were laid out, glasses of wine were poured and The Wizard of Oz was ready to play.

After their food arrived, they both settled down on the couch and watched the movie. Kara could recite every line, and she did throughout the entire movie. Alex swore up and down that it drove her insane, but the way she laughed after certain lines or the way she said them a little quieter at some points, she had to admit, at least to herself, that it was kind of endearing.

Once the movie was over the two sisters rearranged themselves on the couch so they were now facing each other.

“So,” Alex said, taking a sip from her glass, “how are things with Lena?”

Kara smiled a little at the mention of her friend’s name. “Good… yeah, umm, you know, we’re still trying to get back to normal, back to how things were before she found out but I’d say we’re making progress.”

“You guys had lunch last week, right?” Alex asked, though of course she knew. It was all Kara could talk about for days.

Lena asked her to join her for lunch on Wednesday afternoon as a way to try and start making amends. Kara agreed and she’d spent the two days leading up to their meal ranting to Alex every chance she got. “What am I going to wear?” “What do I say?” “Alex, stop texting Kelly and help me!” It was only after their lunch that she was back to normal and not this nervous wreck that she had become.

“Yeah, oh my gosh, I never told you how it went.” Kara turned her body completely in the direction of her sister and sat up a little straighter. “It went so much better than I thought it would. I thought it was going to be awkward and quiet, that neither of us would know what to say but, it wasn’t like that at all. She asked me if I was working on any new stories and I told her about the new lead I got with the Alvarez case. We talked about what she was planning on working on at L-Corp now and about other stuff that wasn’t work related.” She took a moment to compose herself after a small fit of laughter. “And then she told me this joke. Oh my gosh, I can’t remember exactly how it went but it was hilarious, you should have heard it, she almost made orange juice come out of my nose.”

Alex smiled. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen her sister this happy. She’d almost forgotten what she looked like when she didn’t have the weight of the world on her shoulders. Or the weight of a huge secret, for that matter.

“Sounds like you had a nice time,” Alex commented.

“Yeah, we did.”

“So none of that awkwardness that you were panicking about?”

Kara laughed and shook her head, pulling at a loose thread on the edge of the blanket resting on her lap. “No, no awkward silence or tension or anything. It was kind of like old times, except this time she knew the whole truth. And we talked about Supergirl, too. She apologized again for how she reacted before, which I really appreciated. She feels so bad about everything and I hate that there’s nothing I can do to make her feel better. She just has such a big heart and she’s so kind and compassionate…” Her sentence trailed off as she spaced out, still pulling at the thread but staring past Alex, past the wall behind her. “And pretty and smart… creative, thoughtful and just so --”

“Kara?” Alex said, waving her hand in front of her sister’s face.

Kara focused her attention back on the redhead. “Hmm?”

Alex’s eyes narrowed. “Kara, is there something you’d like to tell me?”

“What would I have to tell you?” Kara asked, tilting her head to the side, slightly. The genuine confusion on her face made Alex want to laugh and yell at her at the same time. How could she be so oblivious?

“Come on, you have to know,” Alex pushed, but her sister’s confused, blank stare stayed in place. “Oh my god, you really don’t know, do you?”

Kara threw her arms out in frustration. “Don’t know what, Alex? What are you talking about?”

Alex leaned a little closer and put her hand on Kara’s knee. Then, very slowly, she said, “You’re in love with Lena.”

It took a moment for her words to register in the blonde’s mind, but when they did, she scoffed and pushed Alex’s hand off.

“What? Don’t be ridiculous, I’m not in love with Lena. I mean, do I think she’s pretty? Umm, yeah, I’m not blind. Have you seen her? The woman is drop dead gorgeous. But do I find her attractive in that way? Well… yeah, actually…”

Alex watched Kara carefully, keeping quiet and letting her sort through all of this by herself. She was curious as to where this was going.

“And, alright, maybe I find her super interesting and cool, creative, intelligent on like a genius level and I think she’s thoughtful and she has a really big heart and I find myself fantasizing about our future together and maybe I think about what our kids’ names would be, but I wouldn’t say I’m in -- oh my god I’m in love with Lena.”

Alex leaned back and soaked in her sister’s reaction. All those years leading up to this very moment were definitely worth it. The look of utter shock and surprise on Kara’s face, the slight disbelief in her eyes, it was priceless. It made Alex wish she had charged her phone this morning so she could take a picture, capture the moment digitally so she could show it at Kara and Lena’s wedding -- because there definitely would be one, she could guarantee it.

After Kara had had a minute or so to get over the initial shock, she turned back to Alex, anger written across her features. For a second Alex through Kara was going to melt her face off.

“Why didn’t you tell me?!” Kara yelled as she got up from the couch. She paced back and forth in the small living room, hands on her hips, occasionally running her fingers through her hair.

“I thought you knew!” Alex shouted back, a small smirk starting to form on the edge of her lips. She pressed her lips together to stop it from forming, but boy, did she want to laugh.

Kara stopped pacing and looked straight at her older sister, hands now crossed over her chest. “Who else knows?”

Alex took another sip of her wine, looking everywhere but her eyes.

“Does everybody know?!”

Alex pulled the glass away from her lips but kept it close, staring at the red liquid at the bottom as she spoke, rather quietly. “Kelly thought you guys were dating when she first met you and Nia and Brainy refer to you guys as The Old Married Couple…”

Kara grunted and covered her face with both of her hands. After letting out a frustrated sigh she looked back up at her sister and asked, “How am I the last to find out?”

Alex leaned over to the coffee table and poured herself another glass. “Well, no offense Kara, but you’ve always been a little slow when it comes to these things,” she shrugged.

When she sat back, as soon as her back hit the back of the couch, she felt a cushion hit her straight in the face, effectively making her spill wine all over the blanket that was draped over her lap and on her shirt.

“Offense taken,” Kara mumbled before she stomped into her room.

Alex followed her, laughing as she called out, “Oh, come on Kara, don’t be mad! It’s actually one of your more endearing qualities!”

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[jjsnts]

Pain is a part of life | Supergirl

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[lacey-oh-lacey]

[mysouliscoffee]

Kara (to Alex): Lena and I are like Romeo and Juliet and James is like the dragon that kept them appart.

Alex: Kara there’s no dragon in Romeo and Juliet but I feel you.

[mehargreeves]

[joyfulpeanutsworld]

Kara, holding a python: Guys I impulsively bought a snake, what do I name him?

Alex: You did WHAT–

Nia: William Snakepeare

[max-is-drunk-at-comic-con]

SanversWeek - Day 7 (Soulmate AU)

Okay, before we start, lemme tell you that I am so, so sorry for this. It’s tragic. Someone dies. I am sorry! Furthermore, I highly recommend to listen to the lyrics of “It’s Quiet Uptown“ from Hamilton first to fully get it. (Again, @queercapwriting I’m tagging you. And again, I am so effing sorry!) I hope you like it anyways.

It’s Quiet Uptown

There was no rain falling on that day. No grey clouds making the world look like it was at the brink of the apocalypse. No heavy drops drumming on black umbrellas. No heaven-sent water staining the simple coffin.

No. There was no rain falling on that day. The heavens didn’t cry with the crowd gathered around the open wound in the cemetery’s ground. The heavens didn’t mourn for the small body embedded within the black wood construction.

The world kept spinning, even though it had stopped for some of the people standing there in the warm sun, hearing birds sing their songs of fresh starts and new life.

04/14/18

The tattoo on Alex’s wrist was already fading. She had had it since she was born. Eliza had waited long to explain the meaning of those numbers to Alex. Since her mother had told her that this tattoo was the day her soulmate would die Alex had dreaded the date.

Today was the 7th of April. The year was 2018.

Three days ago, she had known for certain that Maggie Sawyer had been her soulmate.

Three days ago, she had held her dying wife in her arms.

The tattoo on Alex’s wrist was already fading. But the memories? The memories were prominent and clear as if it had all just happened yesterday. As if they had only met yesterday, on that airfield fighting over jurisdiction.

As if it were only yesterday when they shared their first kiss, when they first held hands in public, when they first made love to each other, when they first said I love you, when they adopted their first dog, when they got engaged, when they married, when…

When they had all those firsts Maggie had wanted to have with her.

J’onn gave a beautiful eulogy. He talked about bravery and love and family and Alex knew that it should have been her talking.

No.

It should have been her in that goddamn coffin.

The tears were hot on her cheeks, her vision blurry when the Captain presented her with the neatly folded flag. Her hands were trembling, fingers clutching the soft fabric. The other attendants were leaving. Slowly. One after one. Until it was only Alex and the gravedigger standing at the sill open grave.

Wordlessly, Alex picked up the shovel. Dry dirt fell onto the polished exterior of the solid wood six feet below her. Blisters were growing on Alex’s hands as she filled the hole shovel by shovel until she broke.

Until she fell to her knees, wailing and screaming.

She cried until her body was exhausted and she lay down onto the dirty next to her wife’s grave. Next to her soulmate’s grave.

Alex closed her eyes and she saw it happening. The gun. The pull of the trigger. The flashing lights. The smoke.

Alex closed her eyes and she heard it happening. The click of the safety. The shot. The bullet hitting flesh.

Alex closed her eyes and she could feel it happening. The weight of Maggie’s bleeding body in her arms. The hot blood soaking through her pants. The warm breath on her lips as she had kissed her wife for one last time.

If she could trade her life for Maggie’s, her wife would be standing here right now. That would be enough.

But she couldn’t.

Alex moved uptown. It’s quiet uptown.

And if you see her in the street, walking by herself, talking to herself; have pity. She is going through the unimaginable.

She liked it uptown. It’s quiet uptown. She never liked the quiet before.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11234952/chapters/25343679

[runesofkrypton]

The Danvers sisters 

[goddess-of-bleach]

So please dont kill me. I did this for fun. Murder is bad but please consider the puppy eyes of this person with a beautiful long life ahead of them. It belongs to the original writer/singer, aka Taylor Swift and a few other people.

This is my version of Blank Space.

Knife to meet you where you been I could show you incredible kill Torture, madness, murder, sin Saw you there and I thought 'oh mah gawd, look at that face! You look like my next victim' Murders a game, wanna play-ey Lots of money, tax evasion, fraud I can read you like a magazine Ain't it funny, murder lie And I know you heard about me So hey, let's be friends I'm dying to see how good this murder ends one ends Grab your credit card and a cheque I can murder the bad guys and the good any weekend So it's gonna be a great murder Or it's gonna end with me in jail You can't tell me when it's over, mmh If the look on your was worth the effort Got a long list of victims They'll tell you to get away 'Cause you know I love the pain And you love the crime Cause we're young and you're reckless You'll take this way too far It'll leave you lifeless Or with a nasty scar Got a long list of victims They'll tell you to get away But I've got a blank space in my ledger, baby And I'll write your name Bloody lips, dark skies I could show you horrible things Stolen gifts, pretty lies You're the Peasent, I'm your Goddess Find out what you hate Be that girl, what a mistake Wait, the worst is yet to come, oh, no Screaming, crying, torture I can make all the tables turn Rose garden filled with thorns Keep you second guessing like "Oh, my God, who is she?" I get drunk on the pain you feel But you'll come back each time you leave 'Cause, darling, there's cake on the table for you to eat So it's gonna be a great murder Or it's gonna end with me in jail You can't tell me when it's over, If the look on your was worth the effort Got a long list of victims They'll tell you to get away 'Cause you know I love the pain And you love the crime Cause we're young and you're reckless You'll take this way too far It'll leave you lifeless Or with a nasty scar Got a long list of victims They'll tell you to get away But I've got a blank space in my ledger, baby And I'll write your name Boys don't need love if it's not torture Don't say I didn't say, I didn't warn ya Boys only want love if it's not torture Don't say I didn't say, I didn't warn ya So it's gonna be a great murder Or it's gonna end with me in jail You can't tell me when it's over, If the look on your was worth the effort Got a long list of victims They'll tell you to get away 'Cause you know I love the pain And you love the crime Cause we're young and you're reckless You'll take this way too far It'll leave you lifeless Or with a nasty scar Got a long list of victims They'll tell you to get away But I've got a blank space in my ledger, baby And I'll write your name

Loki, Lena Luthor, Hela, Alex Danvers, Carol Danvers, Maggie Sawyer, Valkryie, Gamora, Nebula, and a few other characters' version of Blank Space

[selenatorfreenbeckysupercorp]

Danvers Sisters ❤️💕

[supergirlfics]

B!D is trying to sleep off a fever, but in the process has a nightmare and says "Kara dont tell them your supergirl" in her sleep. The problem? Alex was there taking care of her and this was while Alex had the mind wipe...

A/N: This is where you guys get to see how behind I am on requests. Oh well …

“Sweetheart, you’re burning up,” Alex said. “You need to go lay down.”

“I’m fine,” You said as you tried, and failed, to stifle a cough.

“No you’re not. Now you can either walk to the couch or I’ll carry you.”

Alex carried you.

She lay you down gently and positioned a blanket over you. “I’ll turn on a movie and get you something for that cough. You just try to rest, okay?”

“Okay, fine,” You said. 

“And I want to check your temperature. Don’t move.”

“You would hold me down if I tried.”

“Darn right I would,” Alex waved a finger at you as she ran to grab a thermometer. “Open.”

“You sound like Mom … when I was five.”

“Y/N, you should know, I”m much worse than Mom. Now open.”

You didn’t hesitate to do as told. You didn’t need to be getting on Alex’s bad side.

“You’re at 102. You’re definitely not going anywhere. Take this, it’s for your cough.”

“I hate cough medicine. I don’t want it.”

Alex gave you a warning look. “Y/N, take the medicine. Now.”

You didn’t have a choice. You choked down the pink poison, disgust painted all over your face. “I hate that stuff.”

“I know, babygirl,” Alex said softly. “I’m going to turn on a movie, but I want you to try to rest. Close your eyes.”

Alex lifted you up momentarily so she could sit and place your head in her lap. You relaxed against her immediately. Alex may be overprotective and a little crazy sometimes, but you always felt safe in the arms of your eldest sister. Her hand stroked soothingly through your hair, and before you knew it, you were asleep.

Alex looked down at the sleeping form of her baby sister, a soft smile touching her lips. “I love you, Y/N,” she whispered. 

Truth be told, she was incredibly worried. You’d grown up with health problems. Usually when you got sick, you got really sick. Half the time, you ended up in the hospital. It took everything Alex had not to just throw you in the car now and drive you down there. Instead, she held you close and hoped for the best. Hoped you would get better this time instead of worse.

Alex was thrown out of her thoughts by your stirring. “Y/N, shhhh,” she said quietly.

You rolled in her arms, sweating. “No … no.”

“Hey, hey. It’s okay.”

“Don’t tell them … Kara, don’t tell them you’re Supergirl.”

Alex just stared, memories flooded back to her. She was overwhelmed with a headache so bad it felt her head would burst. Alex held her head as she cried out in pain. It was loud enough to wake you.

“Alex? Alex, what’s wrong?”

Alex didn’t answer, just held her head. 

“Alex!” You were freaking out, you’d never seen Alex in so much pain before. “Kara help!”

Moments later, Kara burst into the apartment. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t know … I was asleep. Alex … something’s wrong.”

Kara took one look at Alex, scooped her up, and flew away.

You were left, astonished, worried, and feeling more sick than you had been before.

[jjsnts]

Alex and Kara - Better Together

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[prehistoricopossum]

People with the name Danvers have just made me gayer

Case

And

Point

[istanlena]

Poor Alex #traumatizeddanvers

[blkmxrvel]

Haven’t Forgotten My Way Home [4] - (CONVERTED)

Pairing: Kara Zor-El x Female!Reader

Summary: In the D/s society of National City, men and women abandoned by their Dom/mes or otherwise deemed unfit for life “outside” end up at the Midvale House for Orphaned Submissives. It is here that Kara Zor-El finds Y/N Y/L/N, broken and fearful from mistreatment at the hands of her former Dom. Can Kara coax Y/N back into the world that once so terrified her, and show her the true meaning of care and submission?

Warnings: Domestic Violence (Flashbacks, Mentions and Descriptions), Misogyny, Domination/Submission.

A/N: This is really one of my favorite stories. I’ve it so many different times in so many different fandoms and wanted to put it in another one! In this, Kara and Alex are not sisters, Kara isn’t an alien which means she isn’t supergirl. Just wanna give another note that this story is NOT mine. I did not come with the plot, I just switched out the names of characters and places, that is all. Credit goes to itsfaberrytaboo on Ao3!

[previous] 

Sometimes, there’s advance warning. A scratchy feeling in the throat, waking up sniffling because your nose isn’t quite clear. An achy feeling in the muscles, an unsettling of the stomach. But sometimes, there is no warning at all. Sometimes, you wake up at 2 the morning before you’re supposed to visit an important person at Midvale House, and you barely make it to the bathroom. And for Kara Zor-El, the flu lasted a week. One long, miserable week of barely being able to keep anything down, being near dehydration. She was hardly able to make it up even to feed Theo, and if it hadn’t been for Alex and Maggie coming in to check on her every day, she was thoroughly convinced she would die alone and the authorities would find her tragically gorgeous corpse on the floor. “You’re so melodramatic,” Alex had rolled her eyes that first day, seizing up her cell phone and switching it off, tossing it into a drawer underneath her coffee table. “It would make a good obituary,” Kara had croaked, rolling over on her side on the couch, clutching her stomach. “Beautiful, Talented Woman Struck Down Before Her Prime; Thousands Mourn.”

But thankfully, she hadn’t died, there was no need for thousands to mourn, and she could tuck her newly-created Funeral Playlist into a notebook on her desk. It had taken her two days to find her cell phone from where Alex had tossed it, and Kara furrowed her brow that Monday morning when she switched it on and found five voicemails. She dialed quickly. Each successive message made her stomach churn, but this time, it wasn’t the flu. “Miss Zor-El? This is Director Nia, just trying to get in touch with you.” “Ma’am? Nia Nal again, are you all right? I need you to call me as soon as possible please.” “I don’t know where you are, but please call; I’m not sure what… just call.” “Miss Zor-El, Nia here. Please excuse me, but what the heck do you think you’re doing? Where are you?” “Okay well I guess you’re not coming back until your next inspection. See you then. … She’ll probably still be here, though I doubt you care.” The car squealed out of the driveway of her home, and ten minutes later, into the parking lot of Midvale House. “No.” Kara stared at him. “Excuse me?” The orderly folded his arms over his chest and looked down at her. She didn’t look like much of a Domme, he thought. Tiny and thin, even if her legs did seem to stretch for miles clad in blue jeans, topped with a simple blue blouse. But who could she dominate, a midget? “I’ve been instructed not to let you in.” “Oh really.” Kara took a deep breath, and drew herself up to her full height. Which, okay, yes, five foot eight wasn’t much, but she could make it work. She stepped forward with a smirk and felt a twinge of triumph when the orderly actually stepped back. “I am Kara Sophia Zor-El, employed by the National City government, in the agency that is the Department for Rehabilitation Services. Do you see this badge?” She held it up, shoving it into his face so that he could well see her identification picture on the front. “This badge guarantees that no one will be ‘instructed’ not to let me in. Now you will step aside, or I will bring the full force of the government down on this House, on Director Nia, and you.” Kara tilted her head and then smoothed her blouse, smiling pleasantly at the orderly and softening her voice. “And I’ll call your Dom.” The reaction was instantaneous; the orderly stepped back hastily and Kara walked straight into the House. Her first glance was to the corner, and what she saw made her heart plummet to the floor. Y/N was sat in her chair, her hands folded in her lap. Her sweatpants and tee-shirt were dirty; her hair was greasy and unwashed, her eyes cloudy and lost. “So you finally showed up. Is it Adopt an Orphan Week again?” Kara turned to Director Nia, fire flashing in her eyes. “Back down,” she said sternly, and then reached into the folder she held at her side. “Verification of doctor’s visit, showing that I have been suffering from the flu for the last week.” Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a small medicine bottle. “The medication I took this week to help lessen my symptoms and speed up the healing process.” She turned her gaze back to Y/N, and it took all of her effort to keep tears from trickling down her face. “She waited for you. The whole day, at the games table. She had it all set up. And you. Didn’t. Show.” “I was sick.” “Too sick to pick up the phone?” Kara sighed, and looked back at Nia. “I made a mistake,” she said softly. “And now I’ll fix it.” “And how do you plan on doing that? Look at her.” “I see it,” Kara said. “I’m sorry, Nia.” Director Nia offered Kara a half-hearted smile. “Go on,” she said, giving Kara a gentle shove. “Now you’ve got even more to prove.” “I know,” Kara said, almost to herself as she walked over to Y/N. Rather than choose the bench, Kara picked up a chair from the games table as she passed by it, setting it down in front of Y/N and taking a seat. Kara wrinkled her nose; Y/N really needed a bath. But she ignored that for a moment, and leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees as she looked at her. “Y/N,” Kara said quietly, her voice unsteady. “Y/N, look at me.” She didn’t. All right then, Kara thought. They were going to do this the hard way again. She could handle it. Once again she pulled the papers out from the folder and the medicine bottle from her pocket. “Y/N… I am so sorry. I was sick, really sick with the flu. But that’s no excuse for not calling here and finding a way to let you know that I didn’t just… that I wasn’t… Y/N, I didn’t leave you.” She was aware that her voice was sounding slightly panicked, and so she cleared her throat. “I handled this all wrong. I shouldn’t have pushed you to talk to me and then stop talking to you the moment I get a little stomachache. Although it wasn’t really a little stomachache, I swear I felt like I had been run over by-“ Kara stopped short with a gasp, and she palmed her forehead with her hand. “I am such an idiot,” she said, and a tear finally did streak down her cheek. She looked up at Y/N, who was still staring off into space. “I was sick,” Kara said again. “I was sick; I should have found some way to call. I didn’t leave you, and I am so, so sorry, Y/N. I’m sorry. Please forgive me.” There was no response, and Kara leaned back against the chair, sighing. What are you doing, Kara? She asked herself. Why are you doing it? Do you think you can save her? You’ve never even had a submissive before. And it wasn’t like she even wanted Y/N as hers. She just wanted Y/N… to be better. To be out of that chair. To smile. To laugh. Maybe even to sing. Then again not everyone could sing. And they especially couldn’t sing like Kara Zor-El. Wait, she was getting off track. “You deserve better than this,” Kara found herself saying. “You deserve better than this, than him, and I’m trying to… help you see what you deserve, but I need you to tell me if you want me to continue to be here. If you don’t want me to, say Red and I’ll be gone, I won’t bother you anymore and you won’t have to worry about me being sick and too stupid to call. But if you want me to stay, well. You know what to say. It’s your choice, Y/N.” She looked up and met the girl’s eyes, whether Y/N was really looking at her or not. “It’s your choice,” Kara repeated. There was silence. Kara just sat there, looking at the residents playing their board games. She remembered Monopoly, how easily Y/N had defeated her. How a little bit of light had come back into her eyes. How she seemed… if not happy, at least easy, comfortable. She glanced at the television, where some silly teen show was playing. Stay away from him, Kara thought, watching the female lead pine after some boy. He’s not good enough for you. She wished she could go back in time, shake some sense into Y/N’s parents. Keep him away from her. He’s not good enough. “Green.” Kara’s gaze whipped back to Y/N, who was staring at her with wide, still somewhat fearful eyes. “W-what?” Kara whispered, barely able to believe what she’d just heard. Y/N hesitated. “Green,” she repeated. Kara wiped the tear away with the back of her hand, laughing a little as she did so. “I owe you a lot of board games to make up for it, don’t I?” she joked, but smiled at Y/N. “Are you all right?” she asked. “Have you been eating? You um… clearly haven’t been bathing.” Y/N shrugged. “No point.” Kara quirked an eyebrow. “There is always a point to bathing, and I think you need to rediscover that.” She stood up and moved around to the back of Y/N’s wheelchair, settling her hands on it. She could see Y/N tense in front of her, and Kara nodded. “I want you to bathe,” she said. “We can get Ruby to help you, or you can do it yourself, but you’re going to take a bath.” She paused. “Green, yellow, red.” Again, a hesitation, but the answer came, soft and unsteady. “Green.” Kara smiled. “Good girl, Y/N. Good girl.” It didn’t take long for Nia to locate Ruby Arias, as she was giving dance lessons in one of the other rooms down the hall. She moved towards Kara on long, lean dancer’s legs, and Kara marveled at how graceful she made the simple action seem. Her silver collar glittered in the bright lights of the common room, and she respectfully tipped her head towards Kara as she came to stand with her and Y/N. “Thank you for your help,” Kara said. “I know Y/N here hasn’t let you give her a bath lately, but I think that’s about to change now.” She winked at Ruby. “I guess you wear many hats around here.” “Not really?” Ruby said, her head tipped in confusion. “Sir doesn’t really like me in hats, and besides, they’d fly off while I’m dancing…” Kara blinked in confusion. “That wasn’t… really what I meant, but all right. So you have a Sir?” Ruby nodded happily as she, Kara, and Y/N made their way into the elevator and up to Y/N’s floor, to the bathroom at the very end of the hall. “Sam,” she said. “And he’s the best Dom ever. I love him so much.” It always made her feel glad to hear about submissives who were happy with their Dominants; in Kara’s line of work she really didn’t get to see that side very often. But it was nice to be reminded that there were good relationships out there, ones based on mutual love and understanding, where both parties took care of each other. The kind of relationship she wanted to have, eventually. Kara peeked inside the bathroom, making a small hum of approval when she saw the ample space, punctuated by an old-fashioned, claw foot bathtub in the center.  Done in classy black and white, towels lined the walls, as did all the shampoo and soap or body wash you could ever need. She wouldn’t have minded having a bathroom like this at her house. Maybe a redesign was in order… She wheeled Y/N into the bathroom, but placed a hand on Ruby’s arm when the other blonde moved to start the water running.”I’ll do it,” Kara said, and knelt by the tub to turn on the faucet. She ran her hand under the stream, judging the temperature with her fingertips. When it reached a level she was satisfied with, she quickly plugged the drain, and then stood up to select one of the bottles of body wash. She looked at the labels, then back at Y/N. “What scents do you like the best, Y/N?” “It doesn’t-“ “Y/N.” “… mango.” Kara’s eyebrows flew upward, and she couldn’t help but grin. “Mango’s always a good choice,” she said. Taking the bottle, she quickly squirted some under the stream of water, and watched for a moment as the tub began to fill up with bubbles. “There we are.” She nodded at Ruby. “Let’s get her undressed.” “Y-yellow.” Kara quickly held her hand out to stop Ruby again, and moved to squat down in front of Y/N. “What is it?” she asked. Y/N looked from her, to Ruby, and back again. Kara nodded, understanding. “Ruby,” she said pleasantly, smiling at the girl, “Thank you for your help, but I think Y/N and I have it from here.” Ruby shrugged. “See you later, Y/N!” she said, and then nearly bounced out of the room. Kara chuckled, and looked at Y/N from her position still half-kneeling in front of her. “She has a lot of energy, doesn’t she?” She turned serious then. “Would you like to bathe yourself?” she asked. “I can stay right outside the door if you need me.” She moved away for a moment, but only to shut off the water rushing into the tub. She checked it to make sure it was still an acceptable temperature, and then Kara wiped the suds off her hands with a towel. “Or,” she said carefully, “I can stay and help you. I can’t lift you, so you’ll have to work a little bit, but I’ll… I’ll take care of you.” “Y-you won’t let me fall?” Y/N stared down at her useless legs. Kara shook her head sadly. “I won’t let you fall,” she promised. “Green, yellow, red.” Then Y/N nodded. “Green,” she whispered. “All right,” Kara said. “Good girl. I’m just going to… help you with your shirt off. Lift your arms up, Y/N.” In seconds the Y/H/C girl was divested of her dirty blue tee-shirt, and Kara found herself rocked back on her heels, staring in shock. If it had been a different situation, Kara might have noticed how tan the skin was, how it seemed to fit her. She may have noticed Y/N’s breasts, small but still beautiful – and Kara might have commented (to herself of course) how they were perfect for hands, her hands.  She would’ve noticed how Y/N’s nipples hardened into stiff peaks in the cold bathroom air, how the skin around them puckered into tiny little bumps and made them stand out all the more. But all that Kara could see, all that swam before her eyes as best they could with the tears rushing into them again… were the scars. Y/N was thin, too thin, with her ribs prominent and over them, a few scars that crisscrossed or seemed to run down to her hips. They weren’t many, but they were long, and they were old. Clearly inflicted by someone who didn’t know what he was doing. Or care. “Oh, Y/N,” Kara breathed, her voice cracking. “Y/N, I’m so-“ “R-Red?” Kara froze, her gaze shooting to Y/N’s face. Y/N was shaking a little; she seemed to be mouthing the word, as if she was unsure she could say it. “You can,” Kara assured her immediately. “You can say red.” “Red,” Y/N said again. “About…” she gestured towards her chest. “Red, Miss Kara, please.” “Okay,” Kara said, sniffing and blinking past the tears for the second time that day. Y/N didn’t want to talk about it. Maybe she would eventually, but not now, not yet, and Kara wasn’t going to force her. Standing up, Kara dared to reach down and rest her hand on Y/N’s bare shoulder. “I need you to help me get you stood up, Y/N,” she said. Looking round she saw a metal bar on the wall nearest them, and she gestured towards it with her chin. “Do you think you can help by holding on to that, just until we get your pants and underwear off? Then we’ll get you into the tub and wash you all clean.” “Clean,” Y/N echoed, her eyes taking on a sudden faraway look. Then it cleared and she swallowed, nodding at Kara. “I can do it.” Kara beamed and maneuvered the wheelchair over to where Y/N could grasp the bar, and then leaned down again. “I’m going to put my arms around your waist,” she said, “Then I’m going to help you up.” Catching a little glimmer of fear in Y/N’s eyes, Kara touched her shoulder again. “I will never do anything you don’t want me to do,” she reiterated. “I’m just going to help you up. Ready?” “R-ready.” She was so thin and weak that really, it was easy for Kara to hoist her up, as small as she was herself. She felt Y/N waver; when she pulled back she could see the girl’s face straining with the effort. “Hold on, Y/N,” Kara said, her hands moving to the waistband of the sweatpants. “This will just take a minute. Green, yellow, red.” “G-green.” Quickly Kara had both the pants and the girl’s underwear down around her ankles; gently she lifted each foot to pull the clothing free, and she tossed it to the other side of the room. Three more seconds and Y/N was seated back in her wheelchair, now completely naked in front of Kara, and looking everywhere but at the tall blonde. There were more scars on Y/N’s legs, across her hips, but Kara said nothing. Instead she willed herself to smile. “Good girl, Y/N,” she praised. “Thank you for helping me. Are you ready to get into the tub now?” Y/N was breathing heavily from holding herself up, but she nodded. “Use your voice, Y/N. It’s time for you to stop being quiet.” Her eyes widened, but Y/N immediately responded. “Yes, Miss Kara.” It was going to be a little harder, she knew, to get Y/N from the chair to the bathtub, especially since there wasn’t really a rim of the tub for Y/N to settle herself or anchor on. But after a few missteps and some strategy, soon she was lowering herself into the water, and Kara giggled when a happy sigh escaped Y/N’s lips as she rested her back against the tub. “Does that feel nice?” Kara asked. Y/N nodded sheepishly. “Thank you, Miss Kara.” “You’re welcome. I don’t have to stay,” Kara pointed out again. “I can wait outside until you’re finished and ready to dry off.” “P-please don’t go.” “All right,” Kara agreed, and then knelt by the tub at Y/N’s side. Quickly she unbuttoned the sleeves of her blouse and rolled them up past her elbows, then reached out for the cup that had been sitting on the sink. “Let’s start with your hair,” she said, dipping the cup into the water and gently wetting Y/N’s blonde locks. She ran her fingers through Y/N’s hair; even though it was dirty she marveled at the length, at the apparent softness of it. It was as though she had, at one time, taken a great deal of pride in her appearance. Kara wondered if that was born out of an actual want to look good, or a necessity for her Dom. She decided not to ask, and continued until every strand of hair was soaking. Y/N’s eyes were closed as Kara squirted some shampoo in her palm and began to work it into lather before gently smoothing it through her hair. She didn’t miss another quiet sigh that Y/N gave when Kara massaged her scalp and temples, and so she did it probably for longer than was necessary. But Y/N was enjoying a simple pleasure, and Kara felt like she could do it forever if it made her happy. “You need to bathe regularly. It’s essential for good hygiene, and not only that, it’ll make you feel better. I’d really rather not visit again and find you in the state you were in today.” “You said you’re not my Dominant.” Kara’s hands stilled for a moment, before taking up their ministrations again. “No, I am not. But I think in the end you will see that I’m right. I’m always right, except for that one time five years ago. It’s a very rare occurrence, my being wrong.” Kara giggled, and was heartened when Y/N did the same, even though it was soft and not as buoyant as her own. But that was all right; it was something. She had to wash Y/N’s hair twice to get it clean, but Kara’s effort was rewarded when the wet tresses took on a shine, and she wondered if Ruby had ever spent this much time bathing the other girl. She absurdly hoped that she hadn’t, and that Kara was the only one. At last she put some of the mango body wash on a cloth, and gently pushed on Y/N’s shoulder. “Lean forward and I’ll wash your back.” Y/N didn’t move. “Y/N?” The girl leaned forward, and Kara’s breath caught in her throat. Kara had seen a lot of things, in her time with SETS, but nothing could have prepared her for the mass of scars that was Y/N Y/L/N’s back. They had been built up over years at the hands of her former Dom, but though they were old, it didn’t make it any better. She itched, no, Kara craved to jump up out of that bathroom, to hunt down James Olsen and have him dragged before the judiciary for abuse… but two words, echoing in the stillness of the bathroom, stopped her. “They’re ugly.” Kara flexed the fingers of her hands, then, as gently as she could possibly muster, she began to wash Y/N’s back. “You’re beautiful.” “Miss Kara?” “Yes, Y/N.” “A-am I… am I a good girl?” Kara tilted the cup over Y/N’s back, watching as the warm water pushed away the remnants of the soap, wishing it could heal the scars. All of them. Tentatively she reached out and laid her hand, palm flat, on the girl’s skin. Feeling its roughness. She could feel Y/N flinch away from her, but Kara’s hand stayed. She wondered if Y/N had ever been touched gently. She wondered if she was the first. Somehow, the thought made her happy. “You’re a good girl, Y/N,” Kara said, and only then did she remove her hand. She moved slightly so that she could look at Y/N’s face, and was surprised to see tears streaming down her cheeks. Kara touched her again, this time her fingers closing around Y/N’s forearm. “You’re a very good girl.” She’d only heard about this, she’d never experienced it herself. But seeing Maggie’s interactions with Alex clued Kara in to the fact that some submissives needed to feel as if they were good, needed to constantly be told that a person was proud of them, a person was pleased with what they were doing. Kara imagined that with Y/N, it was multiplied hundredfold, because she doubted that her Dominant had ever made her feel as if she was valued. “M-miss Kara?” Y/N hiccuped a little and wiped her eyes with the back of her other hand before turning back to Kara, her hazel eyes glistening. “Yes, Y/N.” Kara said again. “If you… i-if you have to be gone again, c-can you find... some way to let me know?” Kara’s eyes lit up. What was this? Was Y/N asking for something, and more importantly, asking for something that Kara knew she could give her? This, Kara thought, this was progress. Even if it did make her feel guilty again for not having called the House while she was sick. Kara opened her mouth, about to promise that she would always call if she couldn’t make it for a visit. About to give Y/N her phone number, just in case Y/N ever needed to call her. But then she tilted her head. “I think,” she said slowly, “I think I have a better idea.”

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