Kara only overhears the woman pleading with Mon-El thanks to superhearing, which she tries not to use these days. Maybe it’s that the voice is familiar, maybe it’s the drudgery of perimeter detail, or maybe Kara’s just had it with being a cog in the DEO’s machine.
They’re the public face of law and order now, since National City fell in the invasion. What few people remain don’t get much in the way of policing, but the DEO has taken over responsibility for most public services. There aren’t many resources, and people don’t much understand fairness when what they get is never enough.
Kara bites her tongue a lot, tells herself she’s lucky that Alex and Lena came up with a way to make her DNA pass for human. Being alien now is a death sentence, not that being human in a place like this makes anyone want to live.
“It’s not for me!” The woman insists, and Mon-El is clearly just as bored as Kara if he’s actually listening to a sob story. “It’s for my son, Carter.”
Fake dating dystopian AU. Lol.
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