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mischiefandspirits · 3 years ago

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Bernard Figures It Out

Was reading through all the comments on @frostbittenbucky's post and all I could think of was that it was Bernard talking to Tim. Then I got to thinking...

"I've connected the two dots."

"You didn't connect shit."

"I've connected them."

Bernard figures out Tim's a superhero... sort of.

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Tim fidgetted nervously as he waited on the front porch of his boyfriend’s house. Bernard had sounded so serious when he’d called during Tim’s lunch to ask him to come over after work so they could talk about something.

Which Tim had done, after spending an entire board meeting just going over the past week trying to figure out what he’d done.

The only thing he could think of was that he’d ducked out halfway through their lunch date on Wednesday to give Duke some backup, but Bernard had seemed understanding when Tim explained there was an emergency at GRC Labs. It couldn’t have been a tipping point, either, since Tim had managed to only flake on three other dates over the past few months they’d been dating. Kate had been happy to cover for him as often as she could “out of queer solidarity” when she found out Tim was dating a boy for the first time and Tim had managed to trick Bruce into covering a few actual Wayne Enterprises emergencies for him when they came up.

There had to be a reason Bernard was breaking up with him, though. Had he missed something? He definitely wasn’t forgetting an important day. He was good with days and Tam was even better, so she would have reminded him on the off chance that he had forgotten.

What was he missing?

Bernard was smiling when he opened the door, but there was a nervous energy to it that had Tim’s stomach sinking. “Hey, Tim.”

“Hey.” Tim gave his own nervous smile then slipped inside.

They went into the living room and sat down on the couch.

Tim frowned when Bernard grabbed a manila folder off the coffee table. Crud, had he screwed up enough that Bernard had had to make a list? He knew he was new to dating a guy, but he hadn’t thought he’d done that bad. He’d really been trying, especially with how his and Stephanie’s relationship had fallen apart at the end. “What -”

“Just let me speak, Tim,” Bernard said, waiting for Tim’s nod. “Okay, so you know Clark Kent, right?”

Tim blinked as Bernard opened the folder to show a picture of Clark. It looked like one of the employee pictures from the Planet’s website, with his dorky “I’m just a humble country boy” smile and the golden globe from their roof photoshopped in as the background. “Uh, yeah? I think so. He works for the Daily Planet, right? I think he’s worked at a few of Bruce’s events. Not a lot of outside reporters are willing to come to Gotham.”

“Exactly!” Bernard said, snapping his fingers and pointing at Tim.

“What?”

He pulled out the picture to show the next page was an article titled, “DAILY PLANET REPORTER… BATMAN!?”

A wave of relief washed over Tim and he placed his face in his hands. “Were you up all night on the hero conspiracy boards again?”

“No. I mean, I found this on a board and was up all night thinking about it, but I found it reasonably early.”

“One in the morning isn’t reasonable, Bernard.”

“Says the guy who’s always wide awake when I call to infodump.”

“Touché.” Tim leaned against Bernard and gave him a smile. “So tell me, why is some reporter from Metropolis from all places Batman.”

“First of all, living in Metropolis is the perfect cover. Everyone assumes Batman would live in Gotham, no one would consider he could be from anywhere else. Metropolis is outside the GMA, but close enough that the commute is still possible.”

“But it’s Metropolis.”

“And who would think Gotham’s Dark Knight lives in the sunshine capital? Plus, I hear he disappears a lot on the job. There’s gotta be a reason for it!”

Tim made a note to let Clark know he needs to cut back on the disappearing act some since people are catching on.

“And have you seen the guy? He is swol AF, babe.”

“Please don’t call me babe while you’re talking about how hot another guy is.” Especially Tim’s honorary uncle.

“You know I prefer twinks.”

“BERNARD!”

“I’m just saying,” he continued, ignoring Tim’s shout. “The guy is definitely hiding something! Besides, Kent is an investigative reporter. He’s gotta know a lot about cases and the underground and detective work.”

Not as much as he likes people to think, but more than he likes people to know Superman does, Tim mused. “But what about the other vigilantes?”

“Well, Kent has a cousin…” Bernard flipped through a folder and pulled out a picture of Kara. It looked like a screenshot of her interviewing Lena for CatCo. “She’s obviously the latest Batgirl. Look at her hair. And the first Batgirl and the current Batwoman were obviously Lois Lane, the red hair is just a wig. Did you see how she kicked butt at that last event she went to? She’s not as subtle as Kent. That means their son is the latest Robin. He’s exactly the right size.”

Oh, Damian better not hear about this, Tim cackled internally. His youngest brother hated being reminded that Jon was the same height as him despite their two years age difference. Damian definitely took after Talia when it came to body type, no matter what he said.

“And Kent also has a brother.” This time he pulled out a picture of Kon. The clone must have been caught by a reporter out shopping with Ma since he was carrying some paper bags and glaring at whoever was behind the camera. “At least, he’s supposedly Kent’s brother, but he was a teenager when he first showed up with the Kents. A lot of people think he’s actually Kent’s son, that Kent got a girl pregnant when they were teenagers and something happened to the mom so Kent had to take him in. Now the Kents are trying to hide it by saying the two are brothers.”

That was… scarily accurate actually. Especially given Luthor and Clark were close friends at the time that Kon would have theoretically been born.

“And that beef would explain why the younger Kent brother went all crime lord on Gotham for a while before reconnecting with the family.”

“Wait, what?”

“Yeah, Kent Jr.’s got the perfect build for Red Hood.”

Tim bit back a comment on how Kon was shorter than Jason by a good foot. Timothy Drake-Wayne should not know that. Add Jason to the list of people who can’t hear this theory.

“And then there’s this girl,” Bernard picked up a picture of Lois, Jon, and Natasha Irons walking down the street together. “No one’s sure exactly who she is, but she’s been spotted with the Kents a few times. I think the cover story is that she’s Jon’s babysitter.”

“And the actual story?”

“She’s Black Bat, obviously. That’s why she wears a mask that fully covers her face. She doesn’t want to stand out as the only African American Bat.”

“Isn’t Signal also Black?”

“Yeah, but he works in the daytime so he’s already a standout.”

“And who is Signal in this? And what about Nightwing and Red Robin?”

“Well, Nightwing’s just a Blüd who came to Gotham. He doesn’t count.”

Ouch. Sorry, Dick.

“And Red Robin is obviously an older Robin, the one who was Robin when we were kids. Kent wanted to keep him on, and I don’t blame him. As for Signal, he’s got the same backstory as all the other Robins Kent picked up, he just went the Signal route because he didn’t fit the usual Robin mold.”

“Because the female Robin fit the mold,” Tim snorted. Robin Mold, as if he and his brothers were even the same ethnicity. Or even had the same hair color. Jason dyes his hair, Dick’s is brown-black, Tim’s is pure black, and Damian’s is more a dark brown and it’s only getting lighter as he gets older.

“She didn’t, that’s the point. Kent tried to give breaking the Robin mold a chance by letting his cousin have a go at it, but he realized it just didn’t work so she went back to being Spoiler and he got a new Robin.”

Not touching that with a ten-foot pole. “Right, and where does he get the usual Robins? Please tell me you’re not back on the secret government orphanages theory.”

“No, no, no. Kent travels sometimes for his job, right? And a lot of the time he’s going to places that have been hit by disasters or major crimes. So he’ll take in some of the displaced children to train as his robins.”

Tim pressed his face back into his hands.

“You see it, right?”

Honestly, Tim was just wondering how his boyfriend could be so close, and yet so far off. “How would Kent even afford taking care of a bunch of secret -- possibly illegally acquired -- children without anyone noticing?”

“Simple. Bruce Wayne is funding him.”

“Bernard, I love you, but what the heck?” Tim blushed and looked up as he realized what he’d said, but Bernard didn’t seem to notice as he steamrolled ahead.

“It’d also explain how he can afford all the gear and how he’d be able to travel to Gotham or anywhere else Batman goes without anyone noticing. He probably has a secret Batplane or something.”

“Why would Bruce do that?”

“Because Wayne cares about Gotham, everyone knows that, and this way he can make sure someone’s taking care of the city without anyone putting two and two together.”

“And two plus two is?”

Bernard gave him a hard look. “I’m not stupid, Tim. Bruce Wayne is obviously Superman. His face is right there.”

Oh, the others are going to love this! Too bad I can’t tell Damian or Jason. Jason especially would have loved this. “Right. Bruce is Superman.”

“He is. Superman is known for being nice and Bruce Wayne’s basically all that’s keeping the city running at this point. That’s nice as hell.”

Oh my god.

“And Wayne does charity for the victims of cataclysms, doesn't he? I bet he first saves people from them as Superman and then builds them new homes for free.”

Oh my god! Why am I not recording this!?

“And the Wayne’s were rich enough to hide the fact they adopted an alien baby.”

Tim raised an eyebrow. “If you’re about to tell me this is why Bruce’s parents got killed, you might want to stop while you’re ahead.”

“It’d make sense. There’re all sorts of unanswered questions about their deaths,” Bernard muttered under his breath, flipping through the folder. He pulled out another picture of Kara. This time she was in full Supergirl attire with a bus held overhead. “So if Wayne is Superman, then that’d mean your ex-girlfriend could be Supergirl. They look a lot alike and it’d explain how she got involved with you all.”

“Bernard, she has a human dad. You know, Cluemaster. The supervillain.”

“Yeah, her dad. But we don’t know anything about her mom!”

“Let me guess…”

Bernard pulled out a picture of Karen. She and Helena were suited up and talking to a group of cops, two goons held over each of Karen’s shoulders. “Her mom could be Power Girl! Some makeup and a wig and she could look just like Crystal Brown! And Damian Wayne is obviously the new Superboy! That’s why his background is such a mystery, right? He had to stay a secret until he could control his alien superpowers. That’s why he’s always so mean. It’s a cover since everyone knows Superboy is super sweet!”

Sure, when he’s not helping Damian pull pranks or using his adorable powers to put the blame on Kon and I. “No, Bernard. Damian and Steph are just very human hellspawn. And Bruce and Crystal are human too. I can’t believe you called me over here just to tell me you think Superman is both Batman’s sugar daddy and my adoptive dad.”

“Well, that’s not exactly why I called you over,” Bernard admitted, the nervous energy coming back. He grabbed Tim’s hands. “Tim -”

Tim’s stomach sank. “You are breaking up with me!”

“What? No! I don’t want to break up!”

“Why are you acting all nervous and serious then!?” Tim asked, pulling his hands away to throw them up in the air.

Bernard shook the folder. “Because I’m trying to tell you I figured out you’re Superboy!”

Tim’s brain blue-screened and his hands slowly dropped. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I know you’re Superboy. The older one, obviously. By the way, you and Damian really need to figure out separate names.”

Forget Jason and Damian, Kon can never find out about this. He’d never let me live it down. “Bernard, you called me a twink five minutes ago. Su-” Shoot, I can not risk getting Kon’s attention! “The older one might not be as big as Superman, but he’s not a twink.”

“Well, yeah, that’s the shapeshifting at work.”

“The what?”

“Obviously you Kryptonians can shapeshift. Why else would you look so much like humans?”

… Why do Kryptonians look so much like humans? Was there some - Wait, no! Break into the Fortress of Solitude for research later! Reassure your boyfriend that you’re not an alien now! “Bernard -”

“And that explains why your step-mom was so hot.”

“Gross.”

“She and your dad were actors hired by Luthor so you could have a normal life! But now Bruce has custody so he adopted you.”

“No.”

“That’s why you and your dad were so weird with each other when I met him.”

“We were weird because he’d just gotten out of a coma not long before to find that his wife was dead so he decided to actually be a dad for once in his life, but overcompensated and became a helicopter parent to a kid who was mostly on his own for his entire life!” Tim blurted out. “I am not an alien, Bernard!”

“Well, not technically since you were cloned from Superman on Earth.”

“Oh my god! You were just talking about Steph being Supergirl! Why would I date my dad’s cousin?”

Bernard blinked. “Supergirl and Superman are cousins?”

Right, Timothy Drake-Wayne wasn’t supposed to know that. “I thought they’d said something like that before, yeah. Are people seriously saying I’m Superboy on the internet?”

“NO! No, I swear I would have led with that if I thought your identity was compromised. A few people have mentioned Wayne and Damian, but not you or Steph or Jason.”

“Wh-Jason!? You think Jason was an alien too!”

“No, not exactly, but a few times when I’ve visited I swear I’ve seen a guy in the manor who looks like Jason. It’s just been out of the corner of my eye and he’s gone whenever I look so I’ve always thought it was just Dick or Bruce or some picture of Jason that my mind was playing tricks with, but it makes sense now that I know Wayne is Superman. He must have been able to heal Jason with alien tech, but couldn’t say anything because that would give away that he’s Superman.”

Damn it Jason! And damn it Bernard! I’m dating the smartest moron in the world! “Bruce did not bring Jason back with alien technology and none of us are aliens!”

“It’s okay, Tim. I won’t tell anyone.”

Tim grabbed Bernard by the jacket and pulled him into a kiss. When he started to feel lightheaded, he pulled back, “Could someone whose skin is as solid as stone kiss like that?”

Bernard blinked dazedly at him for a moment. “How do you know what Superboy’s skin feels like?”

Tim screamed internally. “He’s saved me from a kidnapping before.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I can get you the police report if you want.”

“Huh… And the others?”

“Not Supers. I can stab Damian the next time we’re at the manor if that’ll prove none of us are aliens.” He’d rather stab Jason, but that would probably only confirm to Bernard that Bruce used alien technology to bring him back.

“You probably shouldn’t stab your brother if he isn’t an alien.”

Tim rolled his eyes. “I won’t stab him anywhere deadly.”

“That’s not the point,” Bernard said slowly.

“He’ll be fine.”

“If you say so.”

“So do you believe I’m not an alien now?” Tim huffed, letting go of Bernard’s jacket.

The blond’s eyes dipped down to Tim’s lips. “If I say no, will you kiss me like that again?”

“You’re ridiculous,” Tim said, but he kissed him anyway.

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“Okay, but I still say Clark Kent is definitely Batman.”

“Sure, Bernard.”

#Tim Drake #robin #red robin #bernard dowd #timber #fanfiction

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afterglowlws · 4 years ago

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So Lena is stepping back from LuthorCorp, Alex is out of a job because of the DEO getting destroyed, Kelly is out of a job because of what happened with Obsidean...Now what if Kara gets fired from CatCo because of being absent for so long and coming back with no article?

Imagine the unemployed SuperGirlfriends all creating a company together. Maybe something medical or health related? Alex has medical training, Kelly has mental health training, Lena could create biomedical technology, and Kara could be in charge of writing and maintaining their website. Could call it El-Corp or SuperCorp 😉

#god now I want to see this #why do I think of stuff like this knowing the show will never deliver lmaoooo #supercorp #supergirl #lena luthor #kara danvers #kara x lena #kara zor el #dansen #alex danvers #kelly olsen

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c-optimistic · 5 years ago

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Soulmate AU made my day. I'm imagining Nia when she first heard Kara's ideas and I wish we get to read the story unfold from her POV 😂 Everyone tiptoes around Kara and Lena but Nia has no such reservation

okay, you didn’t ask for it, but since the whole story only exists because I had a mental image of nia pretending to be trelawney, here is a bit of nia being her amazing self:

In Nia’s humble opinion, Kara and Lena are really, really dumb.

Not in all things of course. And Nia has the utmost respect for her mentor and personal hero. In fact, in many ways, Nia looks up to the two women. These two ridiculous, slow, oblivious women.

These two women, who somehow after everything, still haven’t gone on a date.

(Frankly, Nia’s about ready to stage an intervention.

Except, well, Kara’s offer sounds like too much fun to refuse.)

“I have two problems with your plan, Kara,” Nia says slowly, watching her mentor pace around in her office. They’re being two of the worst employees CatCo Worldwide Media has seen in a long time, but Nia rather thinks that Kara’s desperate need for help in her love life is a cause that Cat Grant herself would get behind. “First of all, I’m pretty sure even Lena, Ms. I-didn’t-recognize-my-best-friend-for-years-just-because-she-took-off-her-glasses, would notice I’m the so-called mystic. And second, finding soulmates is not one of Dreamer’s powers.” Which actually, now that she thinks about it, is sort of a bummer.

“She won’t ever see you, and the soulmate part is um, well, not true,” Kara explains, looking more and more agitated as the minutes stretch on and Nia hasn’t offered her help. And the thing is, Nia obviously will help. She’s got a killer Trelawney impression, and she thinks this whole thing is funny. What’s frustrating is that it’s just not necessary.

“So you want to...lie?” Nia says, narrowing her eyes at Kara. “I seem to recall that not going well the first time.”

“I believe in soulmates,” is Kara’s quick response. She falters. “In a way. I definitely believe in her. And the volunteers from the DEO are actually a couple, so it’s not a total lie.”

“You want me to pretend to be a fortune teller,” Nia deadpans. “Is that not lying?” When Kara’s mouth falls open, almost in shock (like this had never occurred to her), Nia takes pity on her. “Look, Kara. Have you, you know, considered just saying flat out, hey Lena, I love you in a very un-friendly way, if you catch my drift.”

“I’ve told her I’m in love with her, how much more un-friendly do I have to get?” Kara asks, looking genuinely at a loss. Nia feels a little bit sorry for her.

(She especially feels sorry for Lena, who is literally getting love confessions every other day and has dismissed them outright as too good to be true.

Nia really loves these two disaster women.)

“Have you tried surprising her with a kiss?”

“No,” Kara says, with a huff of disappointment, as if she’d thought about it. “I wanted to, but then I thought about consent and I was too chicken to ask her.” She looks at Nia dolefully. “Why is this so hard?”

“Because you’re making it needlessly hard. Just sit her down and say, ‘Hey. I like you. Like, like like you. And I’m gonna kiss you.’ Even Lena can’t miss what you mean with that.”

Kara gives Nia a doubtful look. “What if she doesn’t feel the same—”

“—oh my god, stop it. Fine. Fine, I’m in. I’ll be Trelawney. But I get to make up the backstory.”

Kara made a face. “I don’t think a backstory is necessary really, it’s just a single phone call—”

“—too late, Kara. I’m in, but I’m all in. I want a website. I’ll talk to Brainy. The mystic has to know her stuff. I need to do some research, read some fanfic—”

“—Nia, I really don’t think—”

“Did you want my help or not, Casanova?” Nia asks, raising her eyebrows and crossing her arms over her chest. She waits until the grimace passes over Kara’s face and is replaced with something like acceptance. “Great! This is such a waste of time, I love it.”

Kara doesn’t protest the waste of time comment, instead she grins widely, finally looking a little more relaxed now that she’s sure Nia’s willing to help. “When we get married, you should officiate.”

“Officiate? Please,” Nia huffs, rolling her eyes. “Your firstborn better be named after me.”

#anon #asks #fanfic #mini thing?#I'm glad you liked the fic!!

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ninjagoat · 3 years ago

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Anyway, can't wait until SG saves a cop and then gets direct feedback on the Catco website that's definitely gonna go well

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catcorustgame · 3 years ago

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Hi everyone! First post on the Catco’s Galaxy Rust Tumblr! Today I wanted to share an early version of Mew Buster. This was scrapped for obvious reasons. Just a little insight on what the older days of this game looked like, err... sounded like. Also, maybe you might wanna check out our website? Thanks for reading!

http://ocfrom.indie.af/catcosgalaxyrust

#indie #music #catco #platformer #gamedev #16-bit

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stennnn06 · 5 years ago

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sam arias making fun of how click-bait-y catco’s website has become and saying it directly to andrea’s face

#lmao and if you think i'm not writing this into more of a ficlet you're wrong #i need sam x andrea x lena like i need air #i just need constant tension and fighting #but also lena trying to get them all to work together #like basically turning them into a version of the superfriends #but even more dysfunctional #like a charlies angels #where lex thinks they're all helping him #but really lena's running her own agenda #and shes got these two idiots with her #who are constantly at each others throats

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raisedbyfandomwolves · 4 years ago

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I have a prompt if it’s not too long! Supergirls phone gets stolen and CatCo post her text messages and they just can’t figure out who the 😏 (Mon-El) contact is. Thank you! -Cassie

Hi! Sorry this took so long and I’m not sure if this is what you envisioned when you sent me this prompt but I hope you like it!

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Kara's made mistakes; she knows it and she's not so proud that she won't admit it.

There have been big mistakes – thinking she can take on a rampaging Buroul without backup definitely counts – and little mistakes – picking up the wrong order and getting yelled at for it by Ms Grant for a whole hour – but no matter what, she's owned up to every last one of them.

This time though... This time, she really wishes she could just blame it all on someone else.

Maybe Alex. Alex had been the one who had given her the second phone in the first place, after all. “Consider it a necessary backup now that you have a second job,” her adoptive sister had said as she had handed over the device. “You never know when you'll need it.”

That moment had never really materialised and, minus checking the few DEO alerts that had gotten sent to it, Kara had ended up just using it when her own phone's battery was low or for random things like downloading games Winn had recommended trying.

And occasionally texting Mon-El.

It's a bad habit she shouldn't have allowed to take root, she realises in hindsight, but at the time it had seemed pretty harmless. She's a careful person, after all, and keeping track of two phones is a simple enough thing to do.

At least, that's what she had believed.

Right up until she had gotten into a huge brawl with a couple of alien mercenaries downtown and lost that phone somewhere between getting punched into a building and having a car tossed at her head.

Which in itself would've been fine if she had noticed and retrieved it before she had left.

Of course, she hadn't done that... and someone else had found it instead.

Someone who had managed to figure out that the phone belonged to Supergirl... and posted the texts all over the internet.

The internet had promptly and predictably imploded.

And now here she is, hiding from the rest of the world face down on her couch and alternating between cursing herself for her carelessness, trying not to die of embarrassment and wishing she had a combination of Winn's hacking skills and J'onn's telepathic powers just so she can destroy all the evidence and erase everyone's memories then pretend none of this ever happened. (Her one saving grace – whatever it's worth anyway – aside from the fact that she'd put a silly smiley instead of Mon-El's name and consequently protected his identity is that their texts had been more sweet and mushy instead of scandalous and inappropriate although some of his had definitely counted as suggestive in nature.)

In short, Kara is nothing less than a giant Kryptonian-shaped ball of shame and suffering at the moment.

The same, however, cannot be said for Mon-El, who had readily surrendered his own phone once they had realised it had been indirectly compromised and is now using her laptop to keep track of the madness with a gigantic grin on his face.

To say that he's the complete opposite of her and is actually enjoying this entire fiasco would be an understatement.

“'Supergirl's Superboyfriend?'!” he reads out yet another atrocious headline from some gossip website with the exuberance of a kid in a candy store. “Hey, maybe I should adopt that as my superhero name.”

“Absolutely not.” Her words come out muffled thanks to her current position so she forces herself to lift her head just enough that she can glower at him. “Again, no. It's mortifying. Don't you have any shame? And wouldn't you prefer to have a superhero name that's completely your own instead of one that's so... so... connected to me?”

“Daxamite,” he reminds her as he meets her almost lethal glare, his free hand pointing at his still grinning face that she very dearly wants to throw a pillow at right now. “As for your second question, I'd consider it an honour so I really wouldn't mind.”

“Well, it's mortifying for me then!” she growls, her cheeks burning so much she wonders if her face resembles a fire hydrant at the moment. “And I don't understand why you're so interested in all this! Didn't they have gossip back on Daxam?!”

“Nothing like this. I mean, everyone pretty much knew who everyone was sleeping with-” She cringes at that and turns a darker shade of red. “-so the gossip was more about other things like who'd gotten caught cheating at cards- Oh, CatCo's put out an article too!” he cuts himself off to announce the latest update, somehow managing to sound even more delighted than before. “And look, your boss even wrote it herself!”

A miserable groan escapes her and she buries her face in her couch again. Ms Grant had been beyond livid that someone had out-scooped her about Supergirl, never mind the fact that it had been the result of a complete accident, and Kara can only imagine what the woman has written much less planned next.

Luckily for her, Mon-El decides it's his duty to share the 'pertinent' details with her. “Wow, she managed to guess that I'm an alien too and there's even a photo of us although it's kind of blurry...” He laughs. “The comments are even better. They're saying I must be 'a real hunk' and 'totally ripped' among other things.”

Aghast, she raises her head again to stare at him, a confusing mixture of incredulity and possessiveness clouding her mind. “Why would they even be talking about that kind of thing?!”

“Well, you're Supergirl,” he replies with a faux sage-like voice although it's beyond obvious he's suppressing one hell of a smug grin. “It's only natural to assume you have excellent taste in men.”

She gurgles for over a minute, unable to vocalise a single coherent word due to being at a complete loss as to how to respond. Denying it feels wrong but agreeing is just unthinkable especially since he'll be obnoxiously self-satisfied about it until the end of time... and judging by the way he's now openly grinning at her, he knows it.

Stuck between two unpalatable choices, Kara opts to take a third option and drops her head back down again. Maybe if she gives it enough time, this will all just blow over and she can get on with her life like nothing had ever happened.

The laugh full of impish glee that bursts out of Mon-El just as she finishes that thought suggests she's not getting her wish anytime soon... and what he says next only confirms it in the worst possible way. “Hey Kara, guess what? Apparently it's called 'supersex' when we do it!”

...Screw this. National City can go find itself a new superhero; she's leaving Earth and never coming back.

(Eventually Winn is able to make it seem as if the texts had been part of someone's roleplaying account, whatever that's supposed to be, but it's still a good long while before Kara can bring herself to look any of her family and friends in the eye.)

#karamel #prompt fic #cassier556

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ao3feed-supercorp · 5 years ago

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Quarantine, Baby!

by Aerstes

Kara wants to find a way to encourage the citizens of National City to STAY THE FUCK HOME, so she concocts the totally innocent plan of bunking with Lena at her apartment during her isolation period and live streaming their time together on the CatCo website to encourage self isolating. As long as Kara doesn't accidentally reveal herself as Supergirl, and as long as these 'best friends' can keep their hands to themselves while the cameras are rolling, nothing can possibly go wrong with this idea! Right??

Read fic. Make art. Stay home and safe in these challenging times, friends. <3

Words: 4126, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Supergirl (TV 2015)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers

Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor

Additional Tags: Honestly why be a fic writer if not to make au's out of such wild times, SuperCorp, Fluff, Eventual Smut, quarantine au, two friends living in the same apartment during quarantine cuz theyre not gay, just some coronavirus quarantine fun, Friends to Lovers, Lena Luthor Knows Kara Danvers Is Supergirl, but there's no angst cuz ain't nobody got time for that in this fluffy ass story, pretend none of season 5 is happening in this, Supercorp endgame, shameless flirting, bed sharing, "oh my god they were quarantined", temporary roommates, (cardi b voice) coronavirus! coronavirus! shit is getting real!

from AO3 works tagged 'Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor' https://ift.tt/2vA8TKB via IFTTT http://archiveofourown.org/works/23219590

#supercorp #Kara x Lena #Kara Danvers x Lena Luthor #karlena

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labellewolf13 · 2 years ago

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Don't mind me, I'm just posting this again separately so it's easier to find and reblog.

[ID: A picture of a mockup article displayed in CatCo's website. In the top center there is an image of the Luthor Corp building in National City, before Lena rebranded it L-Corp. Atop the image in the left corner there is a red rectangle with white inside spelling 'NEWS' in all caps. Below the image there is another red rectangle with the word NEWS inside it, but this time it's a lighter red and the letters are red. Beside the rectangle in all caps it says, 'NATIONAL CITY in black letters. Below that the title of the article says in all caps: Luthor Corp moving to National City. Below the title it says: By Snapper Carr Oct. 3rd 2016. Below that the body of the article says: Following the arrest of Lex Luthor a few days ago, who was sentenced to 37 consecutive life sentences, Luthor Corp lost its CEO. In his place Lena Luthor, Mr. Luthor's adopted sister, became the new CEO of Luthor Corp. In a press conference Ms. Luthor announced that she's moving the company's base of operations to National City.

This being the home of our resident hero, Supergirl. Was it chosen on purpose? It will remain to be seen if Lena Luthor decides to continue her family's legacy or break expectations and lead her company to a brighter future. End ID]

#supergirl #kara danvers #lena luthor #l corp #snapper carr #season 2 #my edit #catco website #mockup article

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fanfictionfaberrycentral · 5 years ago

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Quarantine, Baby!

by Aerstes

summary:

Read fic. Make art. Stay home and safe in these challenging times, friends. <3

#Aoo #Fiction #Supercorp #new

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morningsound15 · 5 years ago

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No pressure, but is there any chance you’d bless as with a bit of Supercorp fic yourself? 👀

ooooo friend

OH MY FRIEND

you would not BELIEVE what i’ve been writing you would not BELIEVE what i have in store for you...... i’ve been working on a monster piece for the last few months it’s currently at 20k words and only like 3/5 written and i’m TRYING to be good and write the whole thing before i post any of it because i’m TRYING to keep my word about updates but u know who knows now that season 5 has started maybe i’ll be inspired

(here’s a little sneak peak)

(angst warning incoming)

it’s the official policy of the affiliated news agencies in and around national city not to publish images of the dead. not when they’re just bodies. the dying, of course, are fair game — the public loves consuming tragedy from the safety of their own lives, after all. but they don’t publish pictures of bodies.

they don’t use a picture of her body. that doesn’t stop the images of her corpse from spreading widely on the internet, broken and bloody and sprawled on the fractured pavement. but the national news media never pick them up. (lena has a team of people working night and day, desperately trying to scrub the images off the face of the earth, but they reappear. they continue to reappear. like a hydra — cut off the head and 2 more grow back in its place. they’re always being posted and reposted, shared and disseminated. by mourners, or else by the smug, victorious mob of virulent hate groups cheering the death of one of earth’s mightiest heroes. innocently, naively, viciously. her team is never fast enough to catch all of them.)

instead: full-cover spreads of onlookers; crowds of weeping mourners; humans. candlelight vigils. signs of red and blue, her sigil emblazoned proudly on thousands of chests. tiny girls in their mothers’ arms, eyes wide with tears, clutching tight. school children and grim-faced politicians and superman, his expression dark and made of stone, with his shoulders held back as they lower her casket into the ground.

SUPERGIRL GONE; A NATION IN MOURNING

that’s the headline on sunday morning. front page, bold print, all caps. it’s the headline on every paper, every magazine, every website. the front page of google blacks out completely as a show of respect, of solidarity. millions of profile pictures across assorted social media platforms adopt filters, the recognizable symbol of a fallen hero pasted like some cheap border around unrelated photographs. the hashtag #thankyousupergirl trends for five days.

and, deep in the middle of the national city times, on page 8c, carefully-worded in small print with a small but dignified portrait alongside:

CatCo Reporter Kara Danvers died on Saturday, May 4th, 2019. Beloved daughter of Eliza Danvers and the late Jeremiah Danvers, sister of Alexandra Danvers and friend to all, Kara passed away at 27 years-old. In her short career at CatCo Worldwide Media, she garnered an impressive resume and a stellar reputation. Her landmark reporting on the Alien Amnesty Movement earned her commendations from Mayor Gloria Henderson as well as—

well. there’s no need to reiterate. she already knows what it says.

#me + my supercorp fic will ride or die together #anonymous #asks #supercorp #fanfic

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