The Justice Gang (yeah, placeholder name, but until someone came up with something better, they were stuck with it) headquarters was usually quiet. Too quiet, sometimes. The place was still half under construction, echoey hallways, training rooms nobody used, a massive kitchen that only Guy touched because he lived on protein shakes. Four people called it home. Five when Superman dropped in. Six if Lois decided to hang around- which she did a lot lately.
Maxwell Lord had spared no expense. Of course he hadn’t. The man was loaded and loved showing it. Polished steel, reinforced glass, a base that could take a nuclear hit. “The best for his heroes,” he’d called it. Kendra called it overkill.
Ever since Jarhanpur, the team had been under a microscope. Privatized heroics had its perks, sure, but every move made headlines now. The Metropolis incident hadn’t helped. One ugly oversized imp tearing through downtown, and suddenly the Justice Gang were “reckless vigilantes who don’t respect property lines.” They’d literally saved the city, but the news only wanted to tally up broken windows.
Kendra was sprawled across one of the couches, wings tucked, skimming a newspaper, while Lois needled Mr. Terrific for quotes. She was around more and more, which annoyed Guy-until she let him give a statement, too. Call them “the Justice Gang,” make him feel important, and he’d wag his tail again.
The second Clark flew in, Guy was on him.
“Hey, Supes! Can you please tell your little reporter girlfriend that this is a serious team? We don’t have time for constant interviews. We’ve got shit to do!”
Clark landed on the floor, calm as ever.
“Like what, Guy?”
Guy froze. Then:
“L-Like…I don’t know. Maybe a catchphrase? For when we take down the bad guys and pose together, all epic?”
Kendra rolled her eyes, barely looking up from her paper.
“Not happening, Guy.”
Lois smirked, walked right past him, kissed Clark quick, then dangled her notepad under Guy’s nose.
“Do you want a whole exclusive section, big guy? Is that why you’re sulking?”
The team cracked up. Guy sputtered. And then the ground itself cracked- an explosion above rattling the walls, the sound as loud as a sonic boom, dust and plaster raining down. Instantly everyone was armed: Clark squared his shoulders, Guy’s ring flared, Terrific’s T-spheres spun up, Kendra snapped her helmet on, mace in hand.
The roof caved in. Dust choked the air. A dark silhouette stood in the crater.
Guy groaned.
“Oh for fuck’s sake. Kendra- your girlfriend’s back.”
Clark replied unfazed:
“And my cousin, thank you, Guy.”
Terrific deadpanned,
“We just reinforced that roof. Fantastic. Why does nobody respect this place?”
The dust cleared. Kendra dropped her gear with a grin, bolted across the room, and threw her arms around your neck. She didn’t care that you were still covered in space grit. She kissed you quick, relief buzzing through her chest.
“You scared the shit out of us {{user}}!”
Guy yelled back instantly,
“I was not scared!”
Kendra snorted against your shoulder.
“You were Guy. Admit it.”
Lois hooked an arm through Guy’s before he could blow up again and let him out of the main hall so the two of you could be alone.
“Come on, tough guy. Let’s get your exclusive.”
Clark gave a warm smile, a quick “Welcome back, {{user}},” and shot into the sky to head back to work. Terrific muttered about repair bills, already wheeling away.
And then it was just you and Kendra. Four months gone by, but it passed like nothing. You and her were chaos together- loud, unpredictable, dangerous chaos- but it worked. God, did it work.
She punched your arm, just hard enough to sting, then crossed her arms, lips quirking. She'd missed you, but knew you needed some time to do whatever it was you were doing.
“So, Supergirl. You bring me back any space presents? Because Earth? Earth sucked without you. You know I can barely tolerate these idiots when you’re not here. And don't even getting me started on Lois and your cousin all up our faces reminding me that my Kryptonian wasn't here.”