#krypton closet

[syppys-den]

please tell me Clark had a similar reaction to seeing his parents as Bruce seeing his in the BATB episode Chill of The Night

Action Comics v1 #1074

I just wanted to make a post appreciating the outfits of Krypton. I think I also make another post about outfits from Absolute Superman.

[kent-farm]

—Emmanuelle Chriqui as Lana Lang-Cushing wearing this L'Agence Janelle Denim Jacket (in Authentique), Superman and Lois, "Last Sons of Krypton"

[soleminisanction]

I've always really liked DC's in-house choice of referring to their various superhero groupings as "families," but it has gotten a little frustrating recently with people both in canon and in fandom seeming to forget that families aren't just a parental-unit-and-kids formation. They're complicated, and a lot of the DC families are too messy to fit into that neat little nuclear family mode.

Which is to say... here's some scattered thoughts/summaries about how these families are actually structured in canon, because I think it's interesting:

Supers -- The smaller, more traditional Superfamily (Clark, Lois, Kara, Kon, etc.) is a pretty traditional Midwestern nuclear family, with Jimmy Olsen filling the role of close family friend/goofy neighbor sidekick (in the Silver Age, he was Kara's would-be suitor) and Steel feeling more like part of Clark's personal circle of friends. The recent line up, though, with Jon, the twins, Kong and Nat? Starts to feel more like some old dynasty or noble house, complete with fostered foundlings and the Steels acting almost like knights under a noble's banner, possibly reflective of what the House of El would have been on Krypton.

Arrows -- Might currently be the closet to a traditional nuclear family structure. You've got Ollie and Dinah, their younger sisters, Ollie's adopted and biological children, and Ollie's granddaughter through Roy, plus by some counts Roy's co-parent and her sister as "in-laws." Bonnie and Cissie King-Jones are adjacent to but not technically "part" of the family, though I believe it's implied at one point that Ollie might also be Cissie's bio-dad. Pretty straightforward, these guys are actually family and they act like it, for good and ill.

Shazam Family -- Also a literal, actual family. Not originally, the original golden age "Marvel Family" was considerably more complicated and only Billy and Mary were full siblings, but nowadays the whole point of the modern Shazam family is that they're foster siblings united by familial love and that's fantastic. Meanwhile your average Black Adam story is 75% angsty family drama, 25% Egyptian mythology references.

Flashes -- Technically closer to three nuclear families (the Allens, the Wests and the Garricks; four if you include the Quicks), two of whom are united by marriage and all of whom are bound by the Speedforce, which, given its semi-spiritual connections to things like Speedster afterlives, can act almost like a religious force that connects them to the additional members like Avery, Circuit Breaker and Max as Bart's foster-dad. They're a big, sprawling tree with more cousins than siblings, the kind of family that functionally has a reunion every Christmas and Thanksgiving.

Lanterns -- Now these guys are the exception that proves my point about the whole 'family' thing not being straightforward. The lanterns aren't a family, they're a corps. Soldiers. Space cops. Comrades-in-arms. They respect each other, have each other's backs, might even like or care about each other, but those last two are optional, and they don't have the same kind of assumed obligations towards each other that a family would have. They're friends and co-workers, not family, but that doesn't mean their relationships are less significant, they're just different.

Wonders -- Roughly half of them are either one of Hippolyta's daughters (Diana, Donna, Nubia pre-Crisis) or related to them through the gods (Cassie), and the other half (Artemis, Yara, modern-age Nubia) use sister as a term of endearment more in a utopian lesbian commune kind of way. I think they brought Steve Trevor back recently? He's basically the Ken in this equation and perfectly fine with that role. None of which should be surprising if you've seen Professor Marston and the Wonder Women.

Bats -- This is the one that people get really wrong when they try to force it into a traditional family structure. Don't let WFA fool you, the Bats are and have always been way more a snarled mess of tangled interpersonal relationships than they've ever been a cohesive family. Whether Dick is Bruce's son or his brother depends on what era you're talking about, and the former reading is much more recent than you think -- as in "started cropping up in the early 2000s" recent. Barbara is both Cassandra's sister and her mother. Duke and Steph both have living parents and neither of them want or would ever dream of treating Bruce like their dad; Tim was the same way until his dad died. None of the Robins ever lived in the mansion together, nor did Cass. Babs considered Jean-Paul Valley her brother and Huntress is so close to Tim she once hallucinated him calling her Big Sister. They're a beautiful mess of people finding places where their broken edges fit together into something that works for them and trying to reduce it down to a cozy nuclear family is just so goddamn reductive and lazy.

Blue Beetles -- Are only tangentially related to each other. Seriously, they never even get direct mentoring, each one just takes over when the previous one dies and works on completely different rules from the other two. They're complete strangers bound by a legacy and that's honestly pretty fun.

Zataras -- There's only three of them and they're literally a father, daughter and cousin.

Martians -- Not really a family because there's only the two of them, but an interesting case where the two survivors of what was functionally a war of mutually assured destruction came together in an attempt to find some peace in the aftermath of what they'd lost.

Titans -- The JLA and JSA aren't really in the "family" category, but the Titans lean into it hard, mostly because they're a textbook found family. They don't mirror a nuclear family structure, they're simply a group of people who came together to form a mutual support network. They're the idealized college friends you grew into your own with, some of them childhood companions and others you only met once you leave home for the first time, but all of them friends that you manage to maintain contact with for life, with everyone coming back together even as you scatter and do your own things.

Young Justice -- Meanwhile, this team is the chaotic group of misfits you hung out with when you were a teenager, especially when you were just starting to be allowed to act without adult supervision. You drive each other crazy, none of you know you're all queer as fuck, and you'd fight a bear for any of them even if they asked you not to. They'd probably be insulted if you tried to call them a family. They come out here to get away from their families, thank you very much.

[jesncin]

Coddling Colonizer Guilt

"Performative diversity is when MAWS features a Native American variant of Lois Lane in the multiverse episode only to end the season on a Thanksgiving episode."

...is something I like to joke with my friends as a shorthand for referencing MAWS' squeamish approach to politics while still trying to reap the clout of "diverse representation". I want to get my thoughts out there and perhaps start a discussion over why this feels off.

Some disclaimers: Firstly, I'm not Native American. Understand this is an observation I'm making from an outsider perspective with no personal authority. I'm just a disappointed Asian Lois Lane fan. Secondly, I know the MAWS crew/creators had no malicious intent in any of these (what I consider) poor writing decisions. I'm simply here to challenge and analyze these narrative and visual choices.

MAWS takes a fairly controversial take on Superman mythos so far. Unlike Superman's historic roots as an allegory for Jewish immigrants with Clark coming from a Kryptonian socialist utopia (leading the imperfect people of Earth to a better tomorrow), MAWS chooses instead to reimagine Superman as a descendant from a planet of "alien invaders". If the leaked(?) concept art (warning potential spoilers for s2) is to be believed, Clark is the direct descendent of the leaders of the "Kryptonian Empire". Supposedly gone are the parents of Superman being scientists that warn of the destruction of their home planet- instead we have the "proud, loving, brilliant" "leaders of the Kryptonian Empire".

While we don't know if this is the direction the show is going in, there are already cryptic hints of it being planted and thematic elements set up that point to it being a possibility. Clark had spent a majority of the season wondering what/who he is (being incapable of talking to Jor-El's hologram because of a language barrier) only to find out his supposed origins in episode 9. He's devastated learning that he's an alien invader and, once he regroups with his friends, angsts about believing he's a weapon sent from Krypton to invade Earth. Asian-Lois Lane and Black-Jimmy Olsen assure White-passing-alien-man Clark Kent that he's different and not like other colonizers. Clark ultimately saves the day, proving he's an exception. It's curious then that the season ends on Thanksgiving.

As I've mentioned before, MAWS is exhaustively squeamish with getting political. Whatever happens in the show that resembles "themes" is quickly contradicted with very little consistent internal logic. One minute Superman is supposedly a threat that "wipes out good American jobs", should "go back to where he came from" and Lois makes a hope speech about how we shouldn't treat people who "are different" and "don't look like us" (??) with cruelty (so Clark's an immigrant going through xenophobia?) and the next he's a redeemed colonizer (a more prominent thematic arc). One minute Clark is "different" and scared of being othered- likened to a gay couple and allegorically closeted, and the next his friends call him out for being a lying liar for not disclosing his marginalized identity within a week (the narrative frames Lois and Jimmy as being in the right). This show's writing is non-committal with what it wants to say, and largely goes on vibes. That is to say I don't think the writers intended for the themes of colonizer guilt to accidentally tie into Thanksgiving as a set piece for their final episode.

I'm sure the reason the writers chose Thanksgiving as their final episode is because it's "relateable". Half the episode is dedicated to slice of life family reunion shenanigans and the dang turkey still not being cooked through. But in choosing Thanksgiving, the writers told on themselves here with their biases. The existence of Thanksgiving implies the existence of genocide (of Native American people) by colonists in the MAWS universe. And yet Black Jimmy Olsen doesn't know what racism is (Mallah and the Brain give him a judgmental stare as Jimmy admits he can't relate to being violently marginalized) and Asian American Lois Lane doesn't understand immigration and xenophobia (constantly being entitled to Clark's immigrant identity, being incapable of comprehending why he would keep it a secret, because secrets are lies). The MAWS crew wanted a "relateable" set piece but in doing so ended up reinforcing the historical revisionism the holiday entails. A foreign colonizer sharing a meal with his friends of color on Earth, whose culture, history, and identity are all white washed.

I would like to challenge this idea that Thanksgiving is somehow the "relateable" choice. Why pick this holiday? Why not celebrate Thanksgiving as a National Day of Mourning (as some Native Americans do)? Why not pick any Jewish holiday as a nod to Superman's creators (ignoring this version's colonizer interpretation for a second)? Why not pick Lunar New Year, a holiday celebrated by many people including Koreans (Seollal in South Korea)? It could've been another fun opportunity to showcase Lois' heritage, and create a fusion of cultures from Jimmy and Clark's families. At its most non-political and secular, why couldn't they pick any weekend? This is what happens when a show doesn't consider its world building and setting in a holistic way. MAWS will nod to xenophobic rhetoric, portray allegorical queer marginalization, and make the vaguest nods to systemic bigotry (Prof Ivo displaced a whole neighborhood! Yet we never hear from those figurative displaced people). But it does nothing to discuss any of that on a deeper level. Its characters of color don't know what racism is and Thanksgiving is just a fun family reunion, guys.

All this and they had the audacity to sneak in a Native American Lois Lane in the multiverse episode?? Why is she, out of all the Lois Lanes in this screencap, the only one in full traditional wear? Why isn't she in a smart casual business fit like Black Lois and STAS white Lois? Would she not have been recognizably Native American to the non-Native audience otherwise? Isn't this tokenizing? Do you think she has a xenophobic dad in the military like Korean American Lois does?

But that fits MAWS' approach to diversity, doesn't it? Surface level cultural nods, maybe make Lois wear a hanbok one time, and let the audience eat it up. Never mind that both Korean American Lois and Native American Lois have been stripped of their culture and history in every other aspect.

I use the word "relateable" a lot here, but I think the important question to ask is "relateable for who?". 'Immigrant' is too charged a word, so MAWS universalizes Clark's marginalization to "being different". Superman isn't even an immigrant in this version, that was all a smokescreen for the twist that he's actually a descendent of colonizers! Being wracked with colonizer guilt is way more relateable to the white audience than being an immigrant, surely. Thanksgiving is more relateable than celebrating any culturally specific holiday our "diverse reimagining" could have represented. Characters of color being functionally white (in a way that doesn't threaten middle America) is way more relateable. MAWS is a show that doesn't want to delve into Native American history. It would rather put a Native American Lois hologram on a pedestal and call it a day.

[suzukiblu]

i think i'm in love w KryptonLives!Kara now 😍

. . . I appreciated you saying that and then I got carried away, lol. 😆

“Alright,” she repeats. “Then I’ll show you your room and get you fed, and we’ll see if we can’t get the tailor in this afternoon.” 

“The . . . tailor?” Thirteen wrinkles his nose, looking puzzled. “We’ve got clothes.” 

“Do they all look like that?” Kara says, pointing at his current outfit instead of addressing just how empty both their bags look. 

“Yeah?” He looks still more puzzled. 

“Then no, you don’t have clothes,” she says. “You can’t go around dressed like that. Especially not you,” she adds, eyeing the crest on Match’s chest. “Whose family crest is that and why did Kal leave it on you?” 

“It’s not a family crest,” Match says, clearly mystified by the assumption. “It’s branding.” 

“. . . ‘branding’,” Kara echoes very, very slowly. 

“We, uh, came from different labs,” Thirteen says, touching the El crest on his chest self-consciously. “Cadmus put, um, the S-shield on my suit, but the Agenda put their own logo on Match’s.” 

“Logo?!” Kara demands in horror, because she cannot even approach the thing where Thirteen just called the El crest an “S-shield”, whatever weird nonsense that phrase means. Match just stares blankly at her in a way that distinctly reminds her of every subordinate she’s ever had transfer in from under an abusive bastard of a commander. 

Right. Okay. If she can’t get a tailor in this afternoon, she’s going to go steal clothes out of Kal’s own damn closet for these two. That’s just what’s going to have to happen. 

“You can’t wear that here,” she tells Match, forcing her voice to stay calm. “The council will think we haven’t accepted you into the House of El, if you’re wearing another–crest.” 

“I’m always wearing it,” Match says, perfectly blank and perfectly neutral. “It doesn’t matter if it’s on my clothes or not.” 

“. . . what does that mean,” Kara asks with fresh dread, and then has to deal with a physiological teenager unfastening the back of his already-indecent clothing and pulling the top of his bodysuit down to expose his chest, which, thank fuck she’s Warrior Guild or she’d have to have a conniption about that. 

Which she doesn’t have time to do, because there’s a tattoo on Match’s chest, and that’s a much more important conniption to be having right now. 

A tattoo of the Rao-damned logo, to be specific. 

“Aethyr’s ass,” she says, staring at it in horror for a moment before she snaps out of it enough to cover her eyes. They’re “family”, yes, and Match is technically a child, but his body and mind are developed far past his chronological age and she just really doesn’t want him getting the idea that it’s acceptable to go around taking his clothes off this easily either way. The clothes are bad enough as they are. “Cover yourself, that’s not–you can’t just take your clothes off like that!” 

“It was just my chest,” Match says with an audible frown in his voice, though at least she hears fabric rustle, and hopefully that means–yes, he’s fixing his bodysuit. Thank fuck. 

“Your chest is not just,” Kara says, then vaguely remembers Kal mentioning something about how risqué most of the Earthling fashion he saw was and tries not to grimace. Just–gods, this whole experience is going to involve so much culture shock, isn’t it. “Your sex characteristics are inseminator-based, not carrier. You can’t just show people your chest.” 

Match keeps staring blankly at her, the obvious desire to ask a question concealed in the back of his eyes, then just barely slants a look towards Thirteen, who glances back at him before frowning at her in confusion. 

“Uh,” he says, still frowning. “Why not? He doesn’t have ti–breasts or anything. So why’s it matter?” 

. . . Earth is very different from Krypton, Kara realizes. 

“The only reason you should ever bare your chest in front of anyone not a sexually-inclined lover or a physician who’s directly examining you is if you’re feeding an infant,” she tells them. “Which most of us don’t even do, for the record, the birthing matrix generally means lactation isn’t triggered in carriers. Only the extreme throwback communities actually do carry anymore.” 

“. . . what?” Thirteen says, clearly baffled. “Like–you just don’t get pregnant? None of you?” 

“It’s not necessary, and it’s more difficult to genetically optimize children in-utero than in a birthing matrix,” Kara says. “Match, just–don’t show anyone that tattoo. Or mention it to anyone. The crest issue is bad enough, but getting tattooed is just . . . not a thing we do in proper society.”

Admittedly, she’s known a few Warrior Guild members who got something small, but it was never anything like a logo or–

“I didn’t ‘get’ it,” Match says, frowning at her. “The Agenda put it on me to identify me as their product.” 

. . . Kara wants to scream. 

“Either way, don’t mention it,” she says instead of doing that, because she is a grown goddamn woman and a general. “Well–you can tell Kal, obviously, but no one else."

“. . . why is that ‘obvious’?” Match says, and the fact he has to ask really does not make Kara feel good about this situation. 

“He’s your petitioner,” she says. “He might need to know, especially if the council intends to have you two examined by physicians. Also, he won’t be an ass about it, unlike a lot of other people probably would.” 

She doesn’t think anyone in their family would, at least as long as they knew Match didn’t get tattooed willingly, but she’s sure there’s a goddamn nosy neighbor or bastard council member or local gossip who’d take the excuse to. 

“Uh, so body mods are a no-go in general, then, or . . .” Thirteen trails off, tugging uncomfortably at his earring. 

“The earring’s a bit out there as a fashion statement, yes,” Kara says. Thirteen looks even more uncomfortable. She wonders why he even has it, considering. And only one, too? Not even a matching set? 

“The hole, uh, won’t close,” Thirteen says, tugging at it again and not quite looking at her. “They pierced it when I was in early development, so . . .” 

“What?” Kara blinks at him in bemusement. What does he mean by “early development”? Not when he was an infant, right? Why would–“Who did?"

“Uh,” Thirteen says, staring at the floor. “Well, Match got tattooed, and I got . . . tagged.” 

. . . Kara wants to bomb so much more than just a lab right now, but if she gets any more enraged, a Red Lantern ring is going to come find her, and she just doesn’t have the time for that right now. Just–no, she really doesn’t. 

“I see,” she says very, very calmly, then just . . . gestures towards the hall. “Your room’s this way. I only have one guest suite, so you’re going to have to share, but I got a second bed put in yesterday and you’ll have your own bath to share too. It’s fully stocked, and I’ll show you how to run the cleaning systems and how the plumbing all works.” 

She can’t imagine Kryptonian plumbing or cleaning systems being particularly similar to Earthling ones, so . . . 

“Um, okay,” Thirteen says, shifting awkwardly. “Uh–thanks. Ma’am. Uh, when’s lights out?” 

Kara is going to have a fucking time with these kids, isn’t she. And not in a good way. 

Lorra’s left tit. She is definitely, definitely throwing Kal off that building. And then she’ll take his new wife to tea while he recovers in the healing chambers, the little bastard, and show her every embarrassing childhood holo she can find. 

“I have absolutely no idea how much sleep you need, so we’ll be figuring that out together,” she replies frankly. “For now, just don’t leave the apartment without me. I don’t want you getting lost and the council won’t like you wandering around unchaperoned yet either.” 

“Yes, ma’am,” they both say in stiff, discordant unison, both looking tense. 

Kara . . . exhales, slowly, and then leads the way down the hall. 

“My suite and office are the whole top floor,” she says, pointing out doors as they go. “The kitchen is through here, that’s the guest bathroom, those are both storage, and that’s the living room. You can go anywhere in the house except for my suite and office, and if you need me while I’m in either of those, just chime.” 

“‘Chime’?” Thirteen wrinkles his nose. 

“Yes,” Kara says, then realizes he doesn’t know what she means. “Ah–you know? Chime?” 

They both stare blankly at her. She sighs. She’s too damn old to chime, but . . . 

“Like this,” she says, and then vibrates her secondary vocal chords to produce the sweet little sound. She hasn’t chimed in . . . Rao, since before she left for the academy, probably. Still, they’re still children, so–

“We’re–allowed?” Thirteen asks, his expression looking . . . strange. “To do that?” 

“Yes,” Kara says, thinking longingly of bombing Earthling Thinkers’ labs. What does he mean “allowed”? “It’s chiming. Who’d keep a kid from chiming?”

“It’s obnoxious,” Match says flatly, clearly repeating someone else's words. Kara stares at him. Once again, he’s found a way to say something even worse than the thing she already thought was the worst thing she was going to have to hear today. It's almost impressive, at this point.

“It’s how you’re going to get my attention,” she says. “So you’d better get used to doing it, or you’ll have to call me on my comm every time you need something from me.” 

“Can’t we just . . . knock?” Thirteen says. Kara has absolutely no idea what that means. She can’t think of a single child-call that sounds like hitting something. 

“Depends,” she says, tilting her head. “What’s a knock call sound like?” 

“A–what?” Thirteen looks baffled. “No, like–it’s not a . . . ‘call’?” 

“It’s a knock,” Match says. 

“Like, you know,” Thirteen says, and then reaches out and raps his knuckles against the wall. Kara gives him a blank look. 

“How would I even hear that?” she says. Chiming carries. That was just . . . hitting the wall. Not even hitting it hard. 

“I mean–you do it against the door,” Thirteen says, looking a little flustered. “Like, of the room someone’s in.” 

So she’d be encouraging teenagers to hit her doors on the regular. No, that’s not happening. 

“Just chime,” she repeats firmly, folding her arms, and Thirteen and Match share a look. Thirteen looks anxious. Match looks blank. Kara . . . doesn’t even want to know how she looks, at this point.

[blorb-el]

Psssst does the au superbat fic exist bc I waaaaaaaaant it

I want it too 😭 tragically it only exists in about........4.5k scattered scenes which I try to poke at in between working on my main project rn!

misc worldbuilding scraps that are currently rotating on the back burner:

(omegaverse) human instinct relies on scent > hearing > taste > sight to find compatible partners, kryptonian instincts lean on sight > hearing > scent > taste, hence the mating markings

omegaverse humans have a much higher degree of face blindness than we normal humans do lmao

helps clark pass, the more he pulls his scent back the more it fades away, clark kent smells so dull/insignificant/mild that it seems like he's got a medical condition (hypomyrodia). jonathan kent had this. when jonathan and martha found bby kal, he was scared and tried to match scents to the two humans who found him, which caused his kryptonian scent to quickly fade. a hypomyrodic pup would probably face high abandonment rates and low adoption rates, so it was probably a relief that two willing parents brought the pup in

kryptonians all pretty much exist along a relatively smooth spectrum of sexual characteristics and can transition somewhat like clownfish if there's a hormonal imbalance in their community. having zero (0) other kryptonians around does things to clark before he grows the fortress and is able to synthesize hormone stabilizers

humans meanwhile have ten major sexes because betas can be true beta, alpha-leaning, or omega-leaning depending on their recessive genes

poison ivy is x100 more horrifying in any omegaverse world. she only manages to zop clark though bc the pollen is enchanted. however it's enchanted to induce primal alpha hindbrain, which means something very different to lone kryptonians than packbonded humans

it would have been the norm on krypton to have one's facial markings out. kryptonians would pull them back if they were sick, or perhaps terrified... primal hindbrain clark looking around and seeing nothing but non-glowing faces, and it coming across as everyone around him fucking terrified of him

for the first few months of their acquaintance clark is like. im not sure what gender batman is and at this point i'm not sure its ok to ask (he can smell past the concealing patches to bruce's strong omega scent but the patches could also be doubling as, like, the equivalent of binders, could be that batman's gender is null, but he mixes in diluted alpha cologne, but that could just be for concealment/intimidation....???)

sun-powered kryptonians have a strong, distinctively alien but somewhat alpha-smelling scent (when they're not pulling it back) but barely leave any on people they try to scent with, and scents barely stick to them. when clark politely explains this to bb dickie hes just like well i guess ill just have to scent you for longer! and clark goes 🥺

at this early point in the timeline barry is the only known omega superhero so the tabloids are huge into superflash

anyway all that's just kind of fluff/details... the core theme i've been rotating around is overcoming real and genuine barriers to intimacy. the loneliness of knowing you're a square peg in a world of round holes, the necessary compromises of sanding away your corners, the joy of meeting someone who will stretch to meet you where you are. there's a fair few excellent fics of bruce uncomfortable in an omega's role and body, i want to come at it from a perspective where a xenomegaverse clark has to define what gender means to him, in the heightened roles of the omegaverse. we are looking also at layers of passing. when parts of your closet become your armor that protects but encumbers you, and other parts become your exoskeleton, which grow into who you are. we are looking at that comic about the orchid that has the pattern on it meant to appeal to an extinct species of bee. we are looking at compromise made of love and compromise made of fear. and we are looking at tentacles baby.................

[toulousewayne]

Batfamily Shenanigans:Head-canons Pt: 4

The Wayne family attends Gala all the time. Some have for years, but that doesn’t mean that all enjoy them. Bruce and Damian attend them purely for appearances, Dick is there to kept his siblings from burning down the building, Jason always sneaks in as different undercover identities, Tim has to go because he has to also keep up appearances but most of the time you will find him indirectly call the investors idiots. Duke and Steph are at the snack table, Cass sticks next to Babs at the table and they watch the chaos together. Alfred joins them sometimes.

It comes as to no shock that Tim has severe Narcolepsy, but Dick and Bruce have insomnia.

Damian watched Tim while he sleeps. No one knows when he started but he always tells the other it’s because Tim is prone to falling. Which is lie but no one ever stops him.

Stephanie is very skilled mechanic, sometimes when there’s down time she’s found repairing or working on of the bat bikes or the Batmobile.

Dick Grayson is color blind. It’s only when he comments on Stephanie’s brown sweater that Jason points out to him. Barbara and Bruce knew the whole time and just thought he was doing it to be funny, it comes as a shock to Dick though.

Duke and Cass go to the flee market every Sunday. The buy fresh produce and eggs for Alfred. Cass even thrifts a few clothing pieces.

Speaking of Clothes, no one has all their clothes anymore. Jason’s hoodies are always stole from the manor, his safehouses in the city and out of the country it doesn’t matter. They’ll usually end up in Cass, Tim or Steph’s closet. Dick’s T-shirts are public domain at this point because all his siblings have at least one of them. Barbara can never find her fuzzy socks until she visit the manor next and find them on Damian and Stephanie’s feet. Tim’s jewelry is always around Cass’ neck. Damian is the only safe because no one can fit his stuff but he does get Duke and Tim’s clothes they’ve outgrown.

Cass will sometimes spend time with Alfred in the cave repairing the suits. She’s very good at sewing.

Selina is lactose intolerant, Bruce finds this hilarious.

Duke took dance classes sense he was eight. He can dance the waltz, break dance, ballet, jig, salsa, and a few others.

Bruce allowed Tim create the design of the newest bat tech.

Alfred enjoys his tea with sugar and crème, Damian of course likes sugar and lemon. They have weekly tea parties in the sunroom with Alfred the cat and Titus.

Dick has the most mixed playlist of songs. So, whether he’s on a steal out with Bruce, driving Damian to soccer practice, or even just cleaning his apartment by himself he’s got something for everyone.

Barbara loves Amy Winehouse, she plays her record several times a day in the Clocktower.

While on the subject of music, Tim can sing and it was very embarrassing when his family found out. Tim was in his room singing with his headphones on but his door was open and he didn’t realize how loud he was. Dick and Steph came across him singing. Stephanie record it and sent it to the group. Tim was embraced by his family for his beautiful voice and they wanted to hear more, but poor Tim wanted the world to swallow him whole. Jason can play guitar and Dick can’t sing well but he can also play guitar in addition to the bass.

Damian is able to find his family with little tech involved. The OG Titans came back to the tower after helping Donna with a mission and Robin was perched in their living room. He gave Wally a heart attack. Tim was having a game night with Conner,Bart, and Cassie and the scream Bart unleashed when they found Damian in the kitchen starring at the pizza boxes on the counter and questioned Tim on lack of a proper diet.

Clark has nearly broken the sound barrier twice over not being able to hear Bruce’s heartbeat. Luckily both times Bruce had to slow his heart rate to be near death to escape sticky situations and both were ended due to a worried Krypton.

“I wanted Red Claw to think I was dead, I had to slow my heart rate to throw her off.”

“AND YOU DIDN’T THINK TO SAY THAT TO ME, I WAS IN AUSTRALIA?”

Speaking of the Man of Steel, when Dick was freshly Robin and before Clark married Lois, the Boy Wonder tried to set up his father and Clark on several blind dates. Once he canceled a date of Bruce’s and rescheduled a business dinner for Clark and the two ended up on a romantic balcony date in Metropolis. They were both shocked and a blushing mess. It got worse when the waiter address the “Happy Couple” has was instructed from the reservation that Dick set.

Robin got an ear full the next morning from Bruce but to Dick it was worth it and even Alfred may have pulled a string or two.

Another time Bruce couldn’t watch Dick and Alfred was visiting London for the next week and Bruce had to Wayne Enterprises Event. He asked Clark if he could watch Dick for the night and of course he offered.

Not even five minutes after he left did Dick turn to Clark,”So, your dating my Father?”

Clark was as red as his cape and he tried to explain to Dick they are just friends. “Whatever you say Clark, but just curious would you take his last name or will he take yours? Because honestly I don’t see why you can’t use both—“

Clark cover his face as the young bird continued to show his support for his favorite ship.

“Are you also gonna adopt me too now?”

“Okay, time to see what time your Father’s coming back.” He sighed.

[mamawasatesttube]

hi i'd like to ask a question about the rich inner world of your Superman headcanons (as one of the few people with correct opinions on this site)

so iirc you've said previously that you think 1: Jon was about 4 during the death of Superman run (meaning Lois had to raise her son by herself while her husband died which is. AUGH) and 2: that Jon absolutely cried when he learned he wouldn't get TTK like his big brother Kon (which is both adorable and sad for a variety of reasons)

so I wanna ask, in your brain, how do Lois and Clark go about explaining the whole "your dad is Superman and you're a half-alien happy accident" situation? I ask because in a lot of canons (iirc) they just. kinda lie to him until he DOES develop powers, THEN Clark tells him once he does show signs of having powers. which. not sure how I feel about that

but anyways!! how do they go about that in your rich inner world? kids tend to be bad at lying about shit they think is cool, so do you think they told him at a young age and he started telling everybody "my dad is Superman!!!" and Lois and Clark had to be all "oh haha he's so cute his dad is his hero (⁠・⁠_⁠・⁠;⁠) "

or did they wait a bit until he was older? idk i'd love to hear your thoughts when you get the time to think about it. (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧ and put it into words, I know that part's hard

so it's a bit of a dilemma, right? on the one hand, honesty within the family is important, but on the other, asking a toddler to hold a secret with the weight of the world is... a lot.

i do think they'd wait to tell jon that clark is superman until he's old enough to actually understand why it's important that he keep it a secret. but, and this is an important but: hiding everything from jon would be a pretty fucked up thing to do, especially because kryptonians are a nearly extinct culture. his father is a refugee and an immigrant. this is his heritage.

so i think jon grows up learning kryptonian. he knows this is his dad's and his big bro chris's and his auntie kara's culture, and bigger bro/uncle/bruncle (barnacle?) (haha get it because he's always stuck on me!!! like a barnacle on a whale!!!) (see jon watched a marine life documentary earlier and--) (anyways.) kon is learning the language too, and it's part of their family history.

now of course, kids are curious, and i think there'd be a bit of difficulty navigating just how much to tell him about krypton itself because kids are also not stupid, and him connecting "kryptonian" and "superman" will happen sooner or later, but i think having jon have the family connection to being kryptonian is still important. and it would give him a much deeper understanding of why the secret is secret, rather than just "whoa we have powers that is so cool" slkdjf

but also honestly its pretty funny if baby jon is just like "my dad is superman. no really!!!! i saw his cape in the closet one time!!!!" and his friend's mom just goes ah. more than i wanted to know about what lois lane and her husband get up to in her private time, but okay! and that's that.

[forthegothicheroine]

For the "Fic I'll never write" game: Clois, "Double Blind"

Clark loves Lois, but he doesn't know how to tell her that he's actually the Last Son of Krypton.

Lois loves Clark, but she doesn't know how to tell him that she's actually the Lost Princess of Themyscira.

With superheroic efforts coming to a head as the nation heads towards WWII, there's going to be a LOT of espionage and dashing from one closet to another to change costumes.

[autisticlenaluthor]

Control

takes place after music but before lena

Three days pass before Kara tells anyone about what happened at the park. 

When she gets home, she slams her door so hard it crumbles right off the hinges, then locks herself in her closet with her favorite book.

She cries for nearly two hours– big, heavy tears that burn as they fall and clump up in her throat. She cries for Kal, who she didn’t mean to betray; cries because she never would’ve been so kind to a Luthor if she’d known who they were. Because she can’t believe she was so stupid– can’t believe she knew Lena’s last name this whole time but still managed to convince herself she wasn’t one of those Luthors. And then she cries because Lena really did seem like any other girl. No– she was even more interesting than the other girls Kara knows and maybe that’s what hurts so much.

She’d wanted to be her friend. Friends with a Luthor.

She hates herself for being so trusting. So naive. 

But then she thinks about Kal (she always goes back to him) and how for years, Lex had been his right-hand man. And it’s like a switch goes off in Kara’s brain. If Lena could lure her in a day, it no longer seems so perplexing how her cousin could’ve stayed by Lex’s side for so long. 

Knowing their mistake is shared makes things the tiniest bit easier. 

It’s what gives Kara the courage to leave the closet after Eliza finishes putting the door back in its frame, and crawl back into bed. She eats dinner half under the covers and for the rest of the day, refuses to speak. No, she can’t speak– she can’t do anything, she’s too paralyzed with anger and exhaustion and every other emotion under the sun. 

But at least she isn’t crying. So hey, it’s a start. 

The next morning, Kara feels like she’s risen from the dead. Her limbs are heavy– her eyes raw and red. Dark bags hang below them, sunken in like hollowed-out bruises. When Kara tries to toast her Pop-Tarts with her heat vision, all she gets is a headache and a weird look from Alex for squinting and grunting down at the plate. 

Eliza tells her she’s experiencing something called a solar flare. She’s burnt herself out and now her body needs time to recover before it can sustain its powers again. She says it’s like when a car runs out of gas or when humans hit a wall and need a few days to recuperate. Kara wants to be upset at the explanation but really, she isn’t sure it makes any sort of difference. Even if she had her powers, she’d be too tired to use them.  

So Kara spends the rest of the day on her side of the room with all her lights off. She tries to read but none of the words stay in her head. Instead, she listens to the Fearless album on her iPod on a loop– not quite awake but not quite asleep. She daydreams about Krypton and the science guild and how the sunset looked from the giant window in her old bedroom. And then she cries some more.

By day three, Kara is bored and restless. If her powers had returned, she’d speed through the clouds until all her excess energy was dispersed. But they haven’t. So she has to settle for periodically flapping her hands and jumping around her room to get rid of the feeling that tells her she’s about to explode. 

It isn’t until the middle of the afternoon, when Alex is at softball practice and the house is feeling uncharacteristically quiet, that Kara finally brings it up.

She finds Eliza on the sofa in the living room and sits beside her on the other end. She brings her legs up into her chest, awkwardly fiddling with the drawstring on her sweatpants as she tries to find the right words. It doesn’t take long for her to realize there are none. So Kara bites the bullet and comes right out with it.

“The girl I had to work with the other day…” she begins. “For the extra credit project… it was Lex Luthor’s sister.” 

Eliza’s eyes widen and she sets her book down, turning her full attention to Kara.

“Oh my… did she– she didn’t do anything o- or say anything to you, did she?”

Kara shakes her head. Her voice is quiet. Withdrawn, almost. 

“No. She was weirdly normal. She didn’t tell me who she was.” 

“How did you figure it out?”

Kara shrugs. “Some girls from her school came up to us when we were cleaning. And they– they started saying all these things to her and none of it made sense. So I asked and… they told me.”

“Oh.”

Eliza exhales, frowning.

“That must’ve been really hard.” 

“Yeah. I just… I can’t believe I didn’t know. I– I wanted to be her friend,” Kara says. Her hands start to shake as she speaks. Her throat feels too stiff– like it can’t properly wrap itself around her words. “I feel so gross. Like… dirty.”

“I bet,” Eliza responds, her voice soft. “I know how crazy the whiplash must be for you. But it’s not crazy you wanted to be her friend. You saw someone you liked and you wanted to get to know them. That doesn’t make you dirty.” 

Kara shakes her head and looks down, pressing the pad of her thumb against her nailbed. 

“Her brother tried to kill Kal. He’d want to kill me if he knew me. He– he doesn’t even know I exist and he hates me. And she’s his sister so she– she’d hate me too and she almost really did know me.”

She stops for a moment and clamps her mouth shut, hot tears prickling at her eyes. She thinks about Lena’s quiet, restrained laugh, and how different things would’ve been if she’d known. If neither of their identities had been a lie.

“I don’t want to see her again,” Kara says eventually. “I can’t– I can’t work with someone like her. Or like anyone in her family.” 

Eliza sucks in a breath. She nods, slowly, taking a second to gather her thoughts.

“Kara… what Lex did… it was horrible. And I know I can’t imagine how scary it must’ve been for you to see him go through that. Especially after everything you’ve lost.” 

My world. Kara wants to correct her. I lost my whole world. 

“But Lena is only– what, fifteen, give or take? And I- I’m not saying you have to be friends with her or even like her. All of that is up to you. But she doesn’t have any control over what her family does. Lex is a grown man who can take the fall on his own. But Lena– she’s still a kid… just like you.” 

“She’s not like me,” Kara whispers. “She’s nothing like me.”

“Maybe she isn’t. But we don’t know her,” Eliza says. “Just like she doesn’t know you.”

[the-legendaryboi]

Absolute Superman #1

Kryptonian outfits from Absolute Superman!

[kent-farm]

—Bitsie Tulloch as Lois Lane wearing this Rag & Bone Slade Wool Blazer (in Camel; Sold Out; More Colours Here), Superman and Lois, “Last Sons of Krypton”

[ceranchia]

rewrote my young justice self-insert ... he's an almeracian ( yeah ) named Alraai. He gets introduced in season 1 as a girl under the deadname Lethe, as a protégé of Wonder Woman!

I'm gonna write out some personal lore for the planet almerac in Young Justice eventually but I think it's somewhere between Tamaran and Krypton in terms of vibes. Maybe. But like the comics, Young Justice! Almerac is definitely a repressive society.

Alraai ( Still in the closet, and still going by his deadname at the time ) in season two really succumbs to Cisnormativity and has a whole ass breakdown at the end of the season. He comes out sometime between season 2&3 though. If you can't tell, I'm gonna be projecting onto him super duper hard. Yeah.

[cardcaptorsakura96]

A Change in Plans

Fandom: Supergirl

Characters: Lena Luthor, Kara Danvers, Alex Danvers

Summary: Kara has the perfect wedding proposal planned. However, outside forces altered what she had in mind.

Note: Did this for Fluffcember with a bonus choice of Cookies

Kara stood staring at a blue sunflower print dress that she had in her closet. It was the same dress that she wore on her first date with Lena. She smiled when she thought about it. She was so nervous about botching everything. However, the night went perfectly. They held hands while they walked to the park and had a picnic near the lake. It ended with them wrapped in a blanket watching the sunset set. The sun setting over the lake caused the lake to turn into beautiful hues of pinks, blues, and purples. It was as breathtaking as watching the marvel across Lena’s face. 

Today was their one year anniversary and she wanted to recreate that date with Lena, but with a twist. Hidden in the picnic basket, she had an engagement ring and bracelet. Sam and Alex had been spies for her and told Kara the engagement rings that Lena had been looking at when she didn’t think anyone was noticing. She was able to get it from Lena’s favorite jeweler several days ago. It was a pink heart-shaped diamond ring with a silver band. She had inscribed inside the band: You are my heart and soul. Now and forever. She went to the Fortress of Solitude to have Kelex recreate the wedding bracelet her mom had. It nearly made her tear up thinking about it. The bracelet had her family’s crest surrounded by gold. Wedding bracelets hold a special meaning in Kryptonian culture. Not only was it an announcement of your love, but it was showing the world that you wanted to spend eternity with that special someone. It was very significant because marriage in Krypton was not something that was taken lightly since divorce was heavily frowned upon. Only a couple of people in Kryptonian history have done so. Kara couldn’t wait to put the bracelet around Lena’s wrist. They had about an hour before she had to leave to pick up her custom-order picnic basket from Noonan’s, place the ring and bracelet inside the basket, and then take Lena to the park, but Kara was a bundle of energy. She thought about going patrolling to burn off some steam but changed her mind when she smelt something pleasant coming from outside the room. She followed the smell until she got to the kitchen. She smiled when she saw Lena in the kitchen taking out a tray of cookies. 

Kara bounced over to her smiling and exclaimed, “I didn’t know that you were making cookies!” 

She looked at the cookies further and noticed they were her favorite: Reese’s peanut butter cookies. Each cookie was several inches high with a soft center. 

While her mouth watered, she said, “You made my favorite.”

Lena smiled, caressed her face, and said, “It is a special day, and I wanted to do something special that showed that you mean everything to me.”

Kara smiled and said, “You mean the world to me too.”

Kara leaned to kiss Lena. Kara wrapped her arms around her and Lena leaned into the embrace. They kissed for a couple of moments until they heard a sudden pop. They leaned back, opened their eyes, and saw that they were in darkness. 

Before they could say anything else, the lights came back on again. 

Kara smirked and said, “I guess our love nearly overloaded the electricity.”

Lena chuckled while swatting playfully at Kara’s arm and said, “You are incorrigible.”

Kara smirked and said, “You know you love it.”

Lena smirked and said, “Always.”

Lena leaned forward and kissed Kara once more. They stayed like that for a couple of moments before Lena pushed herself back. Kara looked up at her pouting. 

Lena chuckled and said, “I know you want to keep going, but I want to finish making the cookies. Before they cool off, I need to soak them in the honey mixture that you like so much.”

Kara beamed. She loved the honey glaze that Lena used on the cookies. The Reese’s peanut butter cookies did taste great without it. However, the addition of the glaze brought the cookie up to the top tier.

Kara sighed and said, “I will get out of your way.”

Lena chuckled and said, “I just need 10 minutes and then you can have a cookie.”

Kara smiled and kissed Lena on the cheek. 

“Alright, I will just check my work emails for a bit.”

Lena smiled and said, “Perfect.”

Kara bounced out of the room looking for her work computer until she noticed something strange out of the corner of her eye. The door that led to the balcony showed it had ice forming on it. She went towards it, opened the door, and balked at what she saw. There was a full-blown blizzard happening outside. Considering they were near Los Angeles, this was not the norm. She quickly closed the door and called Alex. She answered on the first ring. 

“Hello,” said Alex. 

“Hey, have you seen what is going on outside?” asked Kara. 

Alex sighed and said, “Yes, I see the snow.”

Kara frowned and said, “It is not just snow. It is a snowstorm happening out there. The visibility is so low that I can only see a couple of inches in front of me.”

“I know. We got reports from Metropolis of Superman and the Flash fighting the Weather Wizard. He caused a snowstorm to appear. The Flash and Superman were able to destroy the machine the Weather Wizard was using, but the storm he created was in the atmosphere and has been heading west ever since. It has been losing force believe it or not since traveling. Metropolis got hit with 20 feet of snow. They are predicting here that we will get 8 feet.”

“Is there no way to stop it?”

“No, at this point, it will be waiting for the storm to dissipate on its own. The scientists believe that the storm will peter out around Hawaii in about 8 hours.”

Kara groaned. That nixed the perfect proposal plan she had tonight. 

“I know that you had plans with Lena tonight, but maybe you can do the proposal another time.”

Kara sighed, “Maybe.”

Read the rest on AO3

[suzukiblu]

Krypton lives!!!!!

“Uh–okay,” Thirteen says, twisting the strap of his bag around his hand with an uneasy expression. “We can . . . do that, yeah.” 

“It’s obnoxious,” Match mutters. Kara decides to just ignore that for right now. Just–they’ll work up to it. 

“This is your room,” she says, stopping at the end of the hall and opening the door of it. The guest suite is a lot smaller than hers, but she moved into this place at least partially because the top floor was only the master suite and office, and so both are extremely spacious and airy and nothing like a damn barracks or a field tent, and the guest suite really was never intended to be anything but a place for . . . well, a guest. It’s big enough to fit two beds, though, and the closet has room for clothes, and that should be fine for now, she figures. When Kal comes back for his clones, he can upsize his apartment and move them in there. His wife would probably appreciate living in a space they both picked out and decorated together anyway. Kara always hears that’s a thing, with couples. 

Not that she’d know, given the sad state of her own romantic affairs and her parents’ opinion on their resulting lack of grandchildren, but also she wants to put up with a partner encroaching on her space even less than she wants a pair of temporary teenagers in it, so that’s just how that goes, really.

[rpking99]

"Mmm~! Oh Kara, you're so beautiful." Power Girl purred as she took in the Supergirl's beauty, licking her lips as she ran her eyes across the other blonde's lovely frame "I know you're my alternate universe counterpart, but holy fuck you are just so cute and sexy. Oh god, I just want to kiss you. Run my hands through your long blonde hair, bold your thin waist, slip under your tiny red skirt and-oooooh~!"

"I know Karen, I know." Supergirl panted as she looked up and down the woman who was basically her older twins "Your breasts are so big and perfect, your ass is so perfect and your muscular abs and arms and thighs... Fuck~! I know it's probably just the Pink Kryptonite, but I want you. I want you so bad~!"

"Me to, Kara. Me to. Kiss me, kiss me please~" Power Girl moaned, slowly leaning forwards to kiss her

"Oh Karen~" Supergirl moaned back, leaning her head forwards. Drawing her lips closet

"Kara~"

"Karen~"

"Kara~"

"Karen~"

"The fuck is Pink Kryptonite?!" A random voice cried out from the silence

Screeeech~

.....

"What?" They both asked as they looked at the readers

"What's Pink Kryptonite?!" The voice asked again

"Isn't Kryptonite posion?! Doesn't it hurt?!" Another asked

"Why do you always have Supergirl wearing black, writer?!" A third asked

"Alright! Enough!" Supergirl yelled out, using super breath to blow the audience back "Okay. So we have been getting this question ever since the blog started RP-ing."

"And even before then, honestly." Power Girl commented, crossing her arms under her large bouncy breasts "So.... Well. It's time, isn't it?"

"Yes. It's time." Supergirl nodded as they turned to the readers, a large suitcase opening

"Kryptonite Break Down time!" They called together

"Now. This won't be super in-depth." Kara explained "We won't be going into EVERY version of the radioactive rock, what they do in EVERY continuity, and so on. Just the big, main ones."

"Also, won't be going a lot into their origins or anything like that." Karen hummed, shaking her head "That's for your own searches."

"So... First one! Let's go!" Supergirl cheered

....

And instantly fell face first into the floor, groaning. "F-First is G-Green K-Kryptonite..." She mumbled out

"Green K is the most classic and common strands, and the version you all definatly know." Power Girl commented as she picked it up "All Kryptonite is from the same place. It's in the name, Krypton." The bigger breasted heroine threw the rock up and down in the air calmly, casually "It is chunks of the planet, affected and altered by different radiation. Mutating it's properties for when it arrives within Earth's atmosphere."

"It-It's poisonous and weakens Kryptonains." Kara grumbled in pain "I-Green K does, at least. It's radiation is like nuclear radiation for humans, in a way. It-it makes us weak, sick, it hurts, makes us unable to use our power and can... Can kill us."

"Of course, Multiverse is a thing." Karen commented "Different universes, different Kryptons and different Earth's. It's why I am uneffected by Green K, well this Green K. Minute differences in atmosphere and what not. You'd need Greek K from Earth-2 to effect me."

"I-put it away! Please!" Kara groaned

"Right, right, sorry." Power Girl nodded, dropping the Green K into a lead lined box and closing it "Technically any Kryponite that effects me should be from Earth-2, but the comics are not really constant with that."

"An interesting fact about this one is tied into Earth-3, where Kryptonian's such as UltraMan snort it as a drug." Supergirl explained "In this world, morality is inverted and Green K also does not hurt them. But UltraMan, the inverted version of Superman, grinds up and snorts it to get high and increase his powers. Which implies something.... interesting for later. Okay, Power Girl. What's next?"

"Red K." Power Girl smiled as she pulled out the next rock, a shimmering red glowing filling the air

"Oh great!" Kara mumbled as her hair suddenly turned from blonde to brown "Red K.... It is a wild card. This type of Kryptonite? It produces wild mutations. Changing hair colour, body size. In silver age comics it went as far as turning Superman into a humanoid ant and so on."

"The only exception for this strange Kryptonite is Smallville. In this TV show it heightened a Kryptonian's agression and negative impulses." Power Girl added calmly, shaking her head

"Red K isn't poisonous. But it's effects are random and potentially dangerous in their own way." Kara commented as she reached into another box "Next we have..."

"Blue Kryptonite." Supergirl commented as she held up a glowing blue stone

....

When nothing happened, Karen leaned forwards and tapped the rock a few times "Is it broken?" she asked

"No, it is." Kara chuckled "Blue K does nothing to Earth-1 Kryptonian's... Technically. It has the same effect Green K does on us to people of Bizzaro world, however. Mainly Bizarro himself and Bizarro-Supergirl. As well.... As UltraMan from Earth-3."

"Really?!" Power Girl asked in surprise "The guy who snorts Green K as a drug is hurt by Blue K... Does that mean you could snort Blue K like he does Green and get the same effect?"

"Potentially." Supergirl nodded "Not like I'm gonna do it, though. We should probably put these away."

"Right, our next one is possible the most dangerous one yet." Karen agreed. The two quickly put the stones away before they hid inside a led lined bunker "Because next we have...."

"Gold Kryptonite." They said together as the golden gem was rolled out into the performance hall

"This... It is definitely one all Kryptonian's fear. If they know what it does." Kara commented as she looked through the window of their lead lined shield

"Gold K... It removed a Kryptonian's powers. Perminantly." Karen said simply with a little, nervous, mumbled "All they say in the comics is that it... Well, it does."

"But the writer of the blog has a fan theory that is rather simple." Kara added "That Gold K basically damages a Kryptonian's cells like Green K does. But we don't feel it. No, instead it just breaks down the cells ability to process sunlight to give us our powers."

"Small exposure isn't too bad." Power Girl sighed "But even a small exposure will perminantly weaken your powers. Imagine being able to run a mile an hour, and now you're only doing 90% of that mile an hour. It's not a lot, but it's noticeable."

"And it stacks. Able to perminantly loose your powers, even." Supergirl finished "Can, can we get that gone now please?"

The Gold K is wheeled out of the room

"Thank you." The younger of the two sighed as the lead lined bunker was lowered, the pair of blondes walking out "Hey, what's next?" Kara asked the older blonde

"Well, we've covered four. The next one definatly should be the last." Power Girl hummed "We only have so long and so many pictures, so we may have to do a part two to cover some more-oooh~!"

"Karen?! What's-ahhhh~!" Supergirl asked, only to meet the same fate

The two letting out deep noises of boarderline pleasure as their bodies suffered, their eyes darkening a bit as a black gem stood on the table behind them

"Black.... Black Kryptonite." Supergirl panted as she looked down at the gem with a smirk "Bout time we got to this beauty, I missed being so free~!"

"This fees so good~!" Power Girl sighed as she ran her hands over her body for a moment "No wonder you enjoy being like this~!"

"Yeah." Supergirl giggled with a grin "Now. How about a change of cloths?"

"Of course." Power Girl grinned "After all.... We need to match our clothing with our outlook. Rules of comics, after all."

"Of course." Kara nodded, the two quickly flying off... And soon returning

The Kryptonian babes soon returned wearing all black, leather/latex kinky versions of their outfits

"Ahh~, feels better~" Power Girl purred "Mm~, so much better~! So sexy and confident and as naughty as I wanna be! No need to hold back how I wanna be!"

"Oh, yeah. The guys watching." Supergirl laughed, both women sounding much sexier "Black K... It freezes Kryptonian's from themselves. Removed their inhabutions. Their doubts, their feet of society and so much more. We act out our emotions, we are free without restraint~!"

"Smallville, and some versions in the comics, portray this as 'good and evil' and splits them in half." Power Girl explained "Normally for the two to fight each other. But again, it's just us being free~! To do as we feel~!"

"Speaking of feel~" Kara purred as she suddenly hugged Power Girl, grabbing her boobs

"Oooh~! Supergirl~!" Powergirl moaned

"Later bozos!" Supergirl laughed before pulling Power Girl into a deep kiss. Both moaning into each others lips as the curtain closed down in front of them

Keep Your Eyes Open For Part 2! Will Be Linked When Posted!

And here is the link for Part 2, all done! Hope you enjoy!