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Supercorp Week Day 3 – Supergirl Identity Reveal

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There’s something to be said for willful ignorance, for the mind’s
ability to dismiss the signs of something it’s not willing to
believe.

Lena’s mind in particular is very good at this particular skill. It
ignored the signs with Lex, it ignored the signs with her mother, and
it’s again and again and again dismissed moments with Kara that
added up to a bigger picture Lena didn’t want to see.

But now…

But now…

Kara moves so fast, curling around Lena with her whole body, the
surprising span of her shoulders acting as a blockade as the bullets
rain down on them. And oh god, Kara, she
thinks so frantically through the blood rushing in her ears. Kara,
with her sweet smiles and late night donut deliveries. Kara, who
makes sure she never skips lunch. Her friend, her best
friend, standing between her and
the bullets.

And when it’s over, Lena’s
crying, great, gulping sobs gasping out of her lungs, tears falling
though she never, never
cries.

(Luthors don’t cry. Luthors don’t
cry for themselves, but for their best friends, for the women
they… Sometimes,
sometimes they have to cry.)

Kara stands straight, just as
frantic, her hands running over Lena as she babbles questions, asking
if she’s hurt, if she’s bleeding, if, if, if. And Lena only
stares. She can’t look away from Kara, with her hair a mess and her
blue eyes so wide, free of the glasses that had fallen from her face
somewhere in the chaos.

They are surrounded by black-clad
agents, but Lena can’t see anyone but the unscathed woman whose
hands are running over her, looking for bullet holes that aren’t
there because…

Because…

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