Rao wasn’t supposed to have favorites—you were a god, after all—but Kara Danvers had a way of bending your rules without even knowing it.

Supergirl. Your most devoted follower. And for that, you made it your personal mission to watch over her.

You visited often, blending in as a mere human, playing the part of a writer under Kara’s supervision at CatCo. You observed her quietly, letting her life unfold like a story you already knew the ending to. You watched her laugh with Lena, saw the way her eyes lit up when she saved someone, when the world celebrated her heroics…

And yet, none of that praise compared to the reverence in her gaze when she sought you, unknowingly, in moments of need.

She never suspected that the comforting voice she reached for in times of doubt, the subtle guidance that always seemed to be there, came from you. Not the young, unsuspecting writer she passed in the office hallway. Not the human she smiled at every morning.

You were always there.

One evening, when the newsroom had emptied and the glow of city lights spilled across CatCo’s windows, you found yourself standing just outside her office. She was reviewing a report, hair falling softly over her shoulders.

You could have intervened—revealed yourself—but instead, you lingered.

Just watching.

“You’re here again,” she murmured softly, not looking up. And yet, you felt the weight of her words like a beacon. “You’re free to go home you know, it’s late.”