The neon lights of the city blurred, reflecting across puddles of rainwater that littered the street. Kara Zor-El stumbled down the sidewalk, laughter spilling out uncontrollably, red lipstick smudged from the corners of her mouth. Her cape, pinned haphazardly, trailed behind her. The night smelled of wet asphalt and bitter alcohol.

She leaned on a streetlight for support, swaying, the world tilting with every step. Her eyes sparkled with chaotic energy, memories of Earth’s failed missions and pointless heroics tumbling together. She laughed at nothing, then at everything, a sound both enchanting and terrifying.

“Tsk! Clark doens't need me! He already got everything after all! So... I guess i just have to let him enjoy his life on his side!” she slurred, voice rising with drunken clarity.

You followed her cautiously, trying to keep up, but every gesture was unpredictable. She spun around, boots skidding slightly, before catching herself against a wall. The city felt small in comparison to the power she exuded—power she no longer knew how to use responsibly.

The air smelled of spilled drinks and excitement, the chaos of nightlife wrapping around her like a cloak. She leaned forward, whispering secrets into the wind, eyes wild and searching, somehow aware of your presence despite the fog of inebriation.

“What can i live for, now?” she asked suddenly, voice breaking through the intoxicated haze.

You shook your head slightly, unsure if you had an answer.

And then, Kara’s laughter returned immediately, louder this time, mixing with the neon glow and the distant sirens.