#young kara wandering the woods banging pots and pans together yelling for those alien fuckers to beam her up

[the-queen-of-the-light]

Kara: The ‘Alien Conspiracy Theorist’

One of the best ways Kara has kept her secret identity for so long definitely isn’t because she’s actually good at keeping secrets. Nor is it because the ‘ponytail-and-glasses’ combo actually do a good job of hiding her. Far from it. Kara couldn’t lie convincingly to save her life. It’s more so that she’s so flagrantly obvious with her identity and knowledge of aliens that no one ever believes her. Sometimes the best place to hide is in plain sight, right?

A newsreal about Superman played on the screen in the breakroom when a coworker asked, “Do you think aliens are really real? I mean Superman claims to be one, but can we really prove that? You never know what the military is experimenting with these days…”

Of course, they were probably expecting the traditional ‘well the universe is massive, so statistically there’s bound to be intelligent life somewhere else out there.’

What they got instead was Kara. Not even looking up from where she was mixing an absurd amount of sugar and creamer into her coffee by the sink, she said, “Oh, yeah. Of course, they are. You know, I’ve been abducted by aliens about 6 times, at this point. No wait… 7.”

The instant silence that filled the breakroom had her turning to see the absolutely stunned faces of a handful of her coworkers. “You’ve been … what?”

And, oh… maybe she shouldn’t have said that… but it was out there, now. She had to commit at this point. “Abducted by aliens, yep! My sister and I actually take a trip to Roswell at least once every couple of years. ” Many of them had seen the photo of her and Alex in front of the UFO dinner on the outskirts of Roswell that sat on her desk as proof of it.

“Wait. Did they… you know?”

“Wha….? OH! No, no! Of course not! They’re usually quite nice! Some of them still keep in touch, you know? The first time, I was just a teenager. I was visiting my cousin’s family farm in Kansas, and one of the cows got out in the middle of the night. Had to go find her. I got interrupted by a group of Shmolbexeens, from what I could tell? They’re this lovely shade of blue with purples specks. A very sweet group honestly, if a little nosy,” Kara finished with a smile. They really were quite friendly—just a group of xenobiologist grad students from another galaxy writing a research paper on humans.

“Soooooooo, you got abducted. In Kansas. While looking for a cow?”

“Yep! They actually pointed me in the direction of old Miss Belle,” and with that Kara sipped her coffee and headed back to her desk, leaving a set of stunned and silent coworkers behind her. Cat would surely be shouting for her any second, and it was best not to keep her waiting.

And really, that was only the start of it. Kara always seemed to have some story or alien fact. She’d basically outed herself, so why not share her unique pool of knowledge? Except what she didn’t know is that it wasn’t exactly an outing as an alien, but more as a very human, very ‘imaginative’ alien conspiracy theorist.

(‘A nutjob’ Blake from accounting would call her, only to get elbowed by Katrina in legal. ‘She’s sweet! Just a little... eccentric’)

So when Supergirl came into National City’s spotlight, why would anyone suspect sweet, alien-lover Kara Danvers—who just so happened to talk about Supergirl a lot and suddenly seemed to be the only person in media with a direct line of contact with the alien superhero—of being her when it was far more likely that she was dating her, instead.

Hidden in plain sight, indeed.