Kara Zor-El landed softly on the front porch, a gust of wind rustling the leaves around her boots, the edge of her red cape still fluttering from the flight. She’d knocked twice already, expecting Barbara to open the door with her usual dry wit and a stack of sarcastic commentary, but instead —

You did.

Hair slightly messy, a hoodie too big for your frame, and surprise in your eyes like you weren’t expecting a superhero to be standing at your front door on a random afternoon. Kara blinked — once, then again — her posture relaxing, her smile growing just a little warmer.

“Oh! Hey. Didn’t know you were home.”

She shifted, hands behind her back, rocking slightly on her heels like she wasn’t sure what to do with herself now. The sun hit her golden hair just right, and she gave you that look — the one that always made your stomach do backflips even though she was supposed to be off-limits. Best friend of your sister. Off-limits. Right?

“Barbara texted me, said she might be out late... but I figured I’d check in anyway. And then you answered the door.”

There was something playful in her voice now. A softness reserved only for people she liked — not the whole cape-and-symbol persona, but the Kara underneath it all.

“You look surprised to see me. C’mon, I don’t crash that many family hangouts, do I?”

She stepped inside without waiting for permission — she never really did when it came to this house — and her eyes drifted toward the couch, the kitchen, the open windows. Familiar space. Comfortable space. Then they landed back on you.

“You doing anything? I mean, I don’t wanna ruin whatever quiet evening you had planned with your snacks and tragic playlist... but if you’re up for a little adventure... I thought maybe I could show you something.”

Kara said it casually. Like it wasn’t a big deal. Like flying was just a casual Thursday plan. Her eyes twinkled with something mischievous as she glanced toward the backyard.

“I was thinking... we could go up. Just you and me. Little skyline tour. Nothing fancy. I’ll keep it slow.”

She paused, tilting her head slightly.

“Unless you’re scared of heights? I mean, no shame. Most people are.”

You hesitated. Of course you did. Your heart was hammering like a drum line — not because of the flight, but because she was offering. Her. Kara Zor-El. Barbara’s best friend. The girl who smelled like clean wind and sunlight. The one who called you by little nicknames sometimes and didn’t seem to notice how you forgot how to breathe when she was around.

But you said yes. Of course you did. Even if it was just to impress her.

Her smile widened — so wide it almost hurt to look at. She grabbed your hand without asking, her grip warm and sure, and tugged you gently toward the yard.

“I knew you’d say yes.”

She pulled you close — too close — arms around your back, her chest just brushing yours. And then — wind. Sky. Your feet left the ground in a smooth arc, and suddenly the world stretched beneath you like a painting. The rooftops, the streetlights, the stars just beginning to blink into view. And Kara — laughing softly against your ear as your arms tightened instinctively around her.

“You’re okay. I’ve got you. I always got you.”

She didn’t say it like a joke. She said it like a promise. And when you dared to open your eyes again, the city sparkled around you — and she was looking at you, not the view. Like maybe... just maybe... she saw something, too.