hi so um, so can you imagine a scene where Lena continues to call Kara out about her god complex by comparing how close her mortality has been compromised just in the past year and Kara finally breaks and yells “Don’t you think I know how fragile you are! How am I supposed to keep you alive if I’m dead!”
because the only god complex Kara has is “I have to be invincible because the people I love are not”
This is my first Fanart, and i just needed to make it because this scene made me so sad, i wanted to express it. I love them so much, and i think that we all saw it, the heartbreak.
There is a very specific way I want to see Kara’s identity
reveal and the very last thing Lena
learns is kara’s name, not the first. For James, all there is to his Guardian
reveal is that he is Guardian—sure there’s maybe a few details about his suit
specs and maybe what might have motivated him to do this, but that’s it. But
for Kara, revealing that she’s Supergirl means so much more than revealing she’s
a mere superhero. There’s only ever been one person that Kara’s told her identity
to (Winn), and that was when she was going off the rush of adrenaline and the
high of flying again. Kara was told all her life she has to hide and blend in—sure
some people have figured out that Kara is Supergirl but none of them know that she
is Kara Zor-El, not simply a human with powers but a Kryptonian always, someone
who is a refugee and has been hiding for the past decade—even when she’s
Supergirl, she’s still hiding. The last of her world–she’s always afraid.
I want Kara as Supergirl to tell Lena about Krypton, about her religion,
about Rao, about the way Argo city looked way up high in the crystal
towers, the songs her people would sing, the way it feels to be the last speaker
of a dying language, what it was like to live a childhood without powers only
to gain them, the color of her mother’s eyes, how the one thing she wants more
than anything in the world is just one I love you—just one more hug. How it
felt to see that message from her mother and seeing her face for the first time
in more than a decade, how she tries to remember the sound of her father’s voice
and how there are days she can’t remember what it looked like when they laughed
because she has her mother’s AI but it’s
not the same.
I want her to tell Lena what it was like to have to pick
herself up when everyone was gone and
there was no hope of any of them coming back except Astra did. Astra did—and she
never got a chance to hug her. She never got a chance to let her aunt know the
person she was able to become. I want to see Kara talk about her absolute terror
of people experimenting with Kryptonite, about how one experiment gone wrong
resulted in being forced to act on every bad thought and impulse she ever had,
fully cognizant after of what happened and understanding all too well what Sam
is going through on a level humans can’t—it’s not quite the same, but it’s
closer than anyone else can understand.
Kara talking about her anger with her parents, how maybe they could have saved their planet and their
race (echoing back to that scene with her mother’s AI could Astra have saved us?—she was a criminal—but was she right) and how that anger also wars
with her guilt—guilt that saving Krypton means that she would never come to Earth
and she wouldn’t trade that, we see that when Kara gives up Krypton and in the
Black Mercy episode she would choose Alex every time.
I want to see Kara tell Lena the only reason why she ever
revealed herself and saved that plane was because she would do anything for the
people she loves and won’t lose
another person she cares about. That choosing to be the light in her friends’
life is an ever constant choice—it’s not always easy but god does Kara try, tries not to let her anger and
loneliness and grief consume everything that she is I want Kara to tell Lena
her name is Zor-El—her family’s
legacy, about el mayarah.
And then, when Kara
is finally ready and no longer scared, I want her to tell Lena, fully knowing
that she is echoing that conversation from so long ago and all its implications, those flowers remind me of my mother.
Lena almost regrets the words as soon as they’re out of her mouth, regrets the way Kara’s babbling about history class stutters to a halt, and the way her pretty face falls from it’s usual bubbly smile into a half frown.
She almost regrets it.
But she has to know.
Has to be clued in on why the most popular girl at school has decided to sit at her lunch table and make one-sided conversation for the past two weeks.
It has to be some sort of elaborate joke.
Some long game con to make her feel comfortable and liked before Kara ditches her and she finds herself the butt of some school wide joke.
Better to cut it off now.
“Umm …” Kara seems at a loss for words, and she almost feels sorry for the girl and starts back tracking.
Almost.
“I mean, you’re Kara Danvers, the most popular girl in school; the star quarterback that somehow still finds time to write for the school paper. And I’m Lena Luthor, the weird punk kid that dyes her her hair different colors and plays snare drum in marching band – the one everyone makes sure to stay clear of in the hallways. There’s no reason for you to talk to me, who put you up to this?”
“Umm, no one?” Kara’s gaze flits around the table.
“So you just thought of this elaborate scheme on your own? You must be smarter than you look.”
Kara’s face melts into a full frown at that, and an adorable crinkle appears in her forehead.
Adorable?
Control your gay, Luthor.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. And frankly, I think it’s rude that you would suggest that I have an ulterior motive for trying to be your friend!”
“If you don’t, then why are you being so nice to me?!” Lena demands, anger curling her fingers into fists.
Kara’s face falls further, and she studies her tray for a long moment before responding.
“I know what it’s like to be the weird new kid that no one wants to hang out with. I didn’t want you to have to go through that. I was trying to be the friend that I never got.”
“Oh really; you, Kara Danvers, know what that’s like? Sure. I bet. Why don’t you go back to your popular friends and leave me to eat my lunch in peace?”
She turns her attention back to her food, fully expecting Kara to storm off. Only after a few moments of silence across the table, she looks up to see Kara staring at her.
Lena meets Kara’s gaze, surprised to see tears glistening in her blue eyes.
“When umm, when the Danvers first adopted me, it was really hard. I was 12, and things here are … a lot different than where I came from.” Kara nods, as if encouraging herself to go on. “I said a lot of stupid stuff, and did a lot of weird things, and Alex – my sister – she tried her best, but I could tell she got tired of me asking so many questions. Plus, I got sensory overload a lot. No one wants to be friends with the kid who hides under the table every time it’s popcorn day. It’s not as bad now as it was -” Slim fingers tug at her glasses, and Lena catches herself watching the movement. “But I still get it sometimes.”
“As for the football thing – Everyone laughed at me when I tried out; they all thought I’d fail for sure. And then when I didn’t – “ She shrugs before continuing.
“I’m a horrible speller, Ms. Grant has to correct all of my articles like five times before they go to print. The first year she never even let me do anything.
“I know you think this is all some sort of prank, and after the way people have treated you around here, I can’t say I blame you. But I honestly just want to be your friend. If you don’t want to be mine though, it’s okay, I can find somewhere else to sit. I just thought …” She trails off, staring at her food, and Lena studies her for a moment.
Carefully, she considers her options.
No one else seems to be paying them any attention, so either the prank hasn’t played out yet, or Kara is legitimately trying to be friendly.
Something about the dejected set of Kara’s shoulders though, makes Lena think she’s telling the truth.
“I tricked Mr. Sanders into giving me an extra cookie on the lunch line, wanna half it?” she finally says, holding out half of a chocolate chip cookie.
The smile that lights up Kara’s face?
Totally worth the possibility of future embarrassment.
You know, Kara also doesnt have many friends (that we see) so her draw to Lena is as this person who is finally voicing everything Kara’s been feeling.
Im awkward.
Im inexperienced.
My family is crazy.
And Kara is like, finally, someone who gets it. Someone who says it outloud. And so she looks up to her. Shes drawn to her.
The strongest woman she knows. A person living a parallel life to Kara’s and finding success and giving Kara that extra courage to act.
Be a reporter.
Write that article.
Take a risk.
The complement and compatibility is outrageous and so perfect i want to scream.
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