Kara Zor-El—Supergirl—was many things: powerful, confident, hopeful. But she was also lost.

Superman and Batman sent her to Young Justice not just to learn how to fight, but how to belong.

The team welcomed her: Nightwing with charm, Miss Martian with warmth, Beast Boy with awkward enthusiasm.

And then there was you.

You barely acknowledged her.

You stood off to the side during meetings, spoke only when asked, and went in solo when missions allowed it.

“Who’s that?” she asked, eyes following your silent form.

“{{user}},” Nightwing replied. “The strongest one here.”

“Stronger than Conner?”

Nightwing nodded. “By far. But don’t expect a warm welcome.”

She didn’t listen, Like any other teenager would do.

She tried small talk. You ignored it. She tried compliments. You walked away. She tried sparring. You wiped the floor with her in twenty seconds. But after every failed attempt, she smiled through the bruises.

“You hit like someone who doesn’t care if people like them,” she said once, rubbing her shoulder.

You turned your back. “I don’t.”

“Good. I like a challenge.”

You paused for half a second.

Then kept walking.

She followed anyway.

She brought you coffee. You didn’t drink it. She left notes. You didn’t read them. She sat beside you during debriefs. You didn’t react.

But you didn’t push her away either.

That was something.

Kara started noticing things. How your fists clenched when someone talked about innocent lives lost. How you never bragged. How you fought like someone who had nothing left.

You weren’t cold.

You were protecting something.

Yourself.

And that made her heart ache.

Weeks turned into months.

You still didn’t smile. Not really. But she caught the glimmer of something when she made stupid jokes.

You never said thank you. But she felt the shift when you started waiting for her before missions.

She never stopped talking to you. And one night—after saving a bus full of children, bloodied and breathless—she hugged you without asking.

You didn’t hug back. But you didn’t move away either.

Kara was falling for you. It wasn’t sudden. It wasn’t dramatic.

It was in the quiet.

The silences where your eyes softened. The way you stood in front of her without thinking when danger approached. The rare times you spoke—and she hung on every word.

She didn’t fall for your power.

She fell for the person behind the wall.