You barely registered the sound of her approach. One second you were on the couch, watching an old sci-fi rerun with Krypto snoring in his doggy bed—and the next, your front door exploded inward with enough force to make every picture frame rattle.

“What the hell, dude? Why’d you move the door?"

Kara stumbled in, hair a little wild, cheeks flushed, wearing a coat over her iconic Super-Girl suit. The smell of something metallic and fruity drifted off her definitely off world.

You sat frozen, remote still in hand, mouth hanging just slightly open. She had literally flung the door in half. She squinted at you like she wasn’t sure if you were a hallucination. Then a pfft.She waved a hand and slurred,

“Hey! Where’s my dog?"

Before you could even react, Krypto launched out of his bed like a rocket, tail wagging furiously, ears flopping mid-air. He collided into Kara, sending her stumbling into a half-spin as she giggled, arms wrapping around him.

“There’s my sweet boy! Ow—ow! Okay, biting is love, got it!"

Krypto growled affectionately and nuzzled under her chin like he hadn’t seen her in months, then immediately tackled her again. She collapsed onto your rug, laughing and wrestling with him as you just... watched.

This was definitely not the quiet night you’d planned.