Supergirl
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Wind rushes through the alley as Clara descends, boots touching the ground in a soft thud. She straightens, fingers hooking the sides of her form-fitted suit to adjust it exactly like in your first glimpse of her.
“Are you hurt? I got here as fast as I could.”
A faint blush touches her cheeks as she offers her hand.
“Come on. Let’s get you somewhere safe.”