Asking for help with legal research for a Supergirl fic!

Hi all! So, I’m gearing up to start writing a fic I’ve been researching for two or three months now (things have gotten intense!) and I’m wondering if anyone with some knowledge of US/California law/how court cases work on a basic level would be interested in helping out answering some specific questions for me or pointing me in the right direction!

The fic is Kara x Cat x Alex, featuring demisexual Kara Danvers and asexual Alex Danvers, and is basically going to be a realistic exploration of trauma and kink in the superhero genre. Or as realistic as I can get it via a LOT of research (seriously, you should see my google search history these days).

The court case I’m trying to figure out involves the DEO/Supergirl suing Maxwell Lord for human alien trafficking, rape and sexual assault, and involves fun legal questions like how to get aliens considered persons under US law. (This is just for your info; most of my questions are pretty basic legal things!)

Supercat + sweaters and/or cider for the fall prompts!

likebrightness:

Kara knows they’re dating—obviously, she couldn’t be dating Cat if she didn’t know they were dating, that’d be ridiculous—but she still doesn’t exactly know what that means. She doesn’t know what’s allowed and what’s not allowed and what’s only allowed when other people can’t see. She knows better than to try to kiss Cat in public, doesn’t even reach for her hand even though she’d really like to.

They’ve been together almost a full month by this point, long enough that people know they’re dating—photographers have staked out a couple of their dates, which is really weird, and has made sneaking off for Supergirl business more difficult than usual. There’s no photographers in sight today, which makes sense, given how far they are from the city. Kara can hardly believe she gets to tag along with Cat and Carter on their annual trip to a pumpkin patch, but here she is, next to Cat on a hayride of all things. Kara spread a jacket over the hay bale before Cat sat, or perched, really, on it. Carter is sprawled over the bale next to his mom, and Kara saw Cat twitch when he plopped himself down, probably at the thought of hay burrowing into his clothes and eventually her car. Kara would really like to hold Cat’s hand, or maybe rub her back gently, bring her mind away from germs and itchiness and whatever is making her tense on the edge of the hay bale and back to the present. But she doesn’t know if it’s allowed.

“Hey,” she says quietly, and Cat stops scrutinizing Carter and looks over. “Thanks again for letting me come.”

Cat smiles, and Kara’s stomach does that flip it does every time she makes Cat smile. “Are you going to thank me every time I want to spend time with you?” Cat asks gently.

“Would that get annoying?”

“Just a little,” Cat says, still smiling, and Kara can’t help but smile back, trying not to let her grin get too big.

“What kind of pumpkin are you going to get, Kara?” Carter asks.

She and Carter get into a heated debate over whether round pumpkins or oval pumpkins are better, and out of the corner of her eye Kara sees Cat relax, even sitting back a little more solidly on the hay bale.

“That might actually be a perfect sphere,” Kara says about Carter’s pumpkin.

Carter laughs. “Yours isn’t.”

Kara’s isn’t close. Kara’s pumpkin is misshapen and covered in warty bumps. She adores it.

Cat got a nice oblong pumpkin; taller than it is wide, sitting nicely with a good amount of space to carve—though Kara’s not sure if Cat carves pumpkins or is just getting it for decoration. She doesn’t want to push her luck and invite herself to carving. She’s happy enough just getting to pick out pumpkins with them.

Carter insists on carrying his pumpkin around with him instead of putting it in the car. Kara hoists both hers and Cat’s, and takes Carter’s from him when he regrets carrying it halfway through the corn maze.

“You look ridiculous,” Cat says. She’s trailing Kara through the maze, refusing to make any decisions about directions because if we get lost, Kara, it’s not going to be my fault.

Kara considers trying to juggle the pumpkins to make Cat laugh, but she’s super strong, not super coordinated, so she doesn’t take the risk. She flexes her biceps a little more than necessary instead. Even though they’re hidden under a sweater, Cat seems to appreciate it.

Corn maze completed, pumpkins finally in the car, Carter waits his turn to go down a giant slide on a burlap sack. Kara kind of wanted to do it, too, but Cat suggested they get cider and watch from a nearby picnic table, and that sounded too good to pass up. Kara doesn’t regret the decision at all. Cat’s hands are curled around her cider cup, her shoulders hunched a bit against the chill in the air, and Kara sits closer than she would otherwise.

Cat scooches even closer. “What good is your supernatural body heat if you’re not going to keep me warm?”

Kara risks it, wrapping her arm around Cat’s shoulders. Cat’s sweater might be the softest fabric Kara has ever touched. Alarm bells are going off in Kara’s head—you’re in public, she’s your boss, you’re in public, she’s your boss—even though Cat’s not anymore—but Cat burrows into Kara’s side instead of pulling away.

“Better?” Kara says.

“Much.”

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86. “You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.” for supercat?

musetotheworld:

For a human, Cat was remarkably capable of pulling off the impossible. It was a point of pride for her, something she could hold up any time there were any questions about the decisions she made. She’d already accomplished so much, how could anyone doubt when she decided she would accomplish even more? She was Cat Grant, and she could do anything she set her mind to.

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m0nstera:

“You’re gonna be fine too, you know.”

Cat’s looking at you in that way that makes you want to kiss her—though, you don’t suppose there’s any way she can look that doesn’t make you want to take her by the cheeks and capture her lips. You know how Bruce looks at love—like a weakness, like something that can be used against you—but you don’t see any of that when you look at her. You feel stronger, feel capable, you feel properly grounded in ways that have nothing to do with the ground actually below your feet.

“I mean, look at Clark,” she’s saying while combing fingers through Caroline’s hair—the little girl preens and sways backward until she can slop lips against Cat’s cheek in a kiss. “We did pretty good the first time, right?”

“Right,” you agree breathlessly.

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m0nstera:

She’d blended her two planets together; mixing and matching their attributes to form something new, and lovely. The paint is splattered over her clothes, and skin, and all the covered furniture was surprisingly clear of splashes. Walking closer, you see that the paint is still wet on the walls, and the scent of paint thinner almost enough to make you pass out. Stepping around her, and opening the window glass so that there was some fume release.

You can see Kara’s face now, how she’s still not looking at you, still just looking at the drying paint on the wall. There’s little slashes of red and blue on her cheeks, and black through her eyebrow—her glasses have managed to fair a little better. But her blonde hair is mixed through with too many colors and shades to track.

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fictorium:

lost-your-memory:

@racheltuckerrr sent me this on message : artist!kara with severe amnesia who keeps painting the same woman in every one of her works (even if its the 1 clear figure in a crowd or a distant face looking thru a window, its always her) all the details are there almost as if the paintings are alive, but she has no idea who the woman is. one day a young man comes into her shop and asks her how much for all the paintings and when she asks why he wants them he just looks at her with an incredible sadness that has no business being expressed on such an innocent face. its only three days later that kara realizes that his eyes were the exact shade of that of the woman she keeps painting 


The woman is always clear and bright, in a world where the colors are dull and bland. She has silky flowing blond curls and deep sparkling green eyes, a witty smirk gracing her lips and a sense of power glowing from her posture. She’s often lost in the middle of a crowd or alone in an empty office, an empty living room and even a kitchen sometimes. She smiles and she looks happy, in every single composition Kara paints with a sense of urgency that breaks her brushes and shakes her colors on the canvas. She doesn’t want to forget the face of that woman she can’t seem to recognize, the familiarity of those features making her heart aches for memories she doesn’t have anymore.

One day, a young man enters the shop and he looks strangely familiar as wellbut by now, she is used to the fealing and she simply smiles at him, asking if she can help him. His voice is soft and gentle but she sees the tide in his baby blue eyes, the waves of grief and loss, and she wonders what tragedy he hides behind his forced smile. He doesn’t even look around before asking to buy every single painting and she wants to ask but somehow, his tensed jaw and closed fists silence her and she just nods. She sells him everything and then he leaves, after one last lingering look and a melancholic broken smile.

It’s only days later, when she finishes another painting of the mysterious woman, that she realizes he looked like her, like that blond silhouette she keeps drawing every day since the car accident that took her life of memories away. 

(I couldn’t fit everything in 5 sentences so, here you go. I cheated, SORRY –not sorry)

I couldn’t help it @lost-your-memory:

He isn’t going today, he tells himself as he collects his own coffee from Noonan’s. By the time his assistant fetches it, the latte is already lukewarm. Definitely not this time, yesterday was the last time, Carter promises in his head as he rides the private elevator to the 40th floor.

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mizzzdreamer:

“It’s about who you love (…) Wanting to rescue them is not selfish. It’s everything" 

Cat Grant (Supergirl 2×21)

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