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Earth was beautiful, Kara knew that much. The sunsets were warmer, the sky stretched endlessly, and the air tasted faintly of salt and sunlight instead of Krypton’s metallic tang. But for all its beauty, it wasn’t home.
No matter how many times Eliza hugged her and said “you belong here, sweetheart,” there was always a quiet ache in her chest — a missing rhythm that Earth couldn’t quite hum. Sometimes at night, lying in the soft bed Eliza picked out for her, Kara would close her eyes and try to hear the distant hum of Argo City generators, the soft mechanical lullaby that used to cradle her to sleep. But the sound never came. Earth nights were too loud — crickets, wind through the windows, cars on the highway — and too quiet in the spaces where her parents’ voices used to be.
She loved the Danvers, truly. They were kind, patient, everything she could ask for after losing everything. But Alex was older, already busy with high school and friends who wore eyeliner and whispered about crushes, while Kara still stumbled over Earth’s slang and science terms that weren’t quite the same as the ones she’d learned back home. Sometimes Alex would ruffle her hair affectionately, but then she’d dash out the door to meet her friends, leaving Kara blinking after her, unsure if she was supposed to follow or stay behind.
So when Eliza told her she was going to summer camp, Kara tried not to grimace.
“It’ll be fun,” Eliza had said, handing her a neatly folded list of supplies. “You’ll make friends.”
Friends.
Right.
Eliza meant well — she always did — but Kara’s heart sank at the idea. Not because she didn’t want friends, but because friendship felt like something fragile she might accidentally crush if she wasn’t careful. She’d barely figured out how to hold a pencil without snapping it. Holding a friendship felt infinitely more complicated.
Kara packed her bags, pasted on a smile, and boarded the family car headed to Camp Neptune, a place that smelled like pine needles, sunscreen, and impending social anxiety. The car ride felt long, the kind of long where Kara found herself pressing her forehead against the window just to watch the trees blur. She tried imagining what camp would be like — maybe someone would like her. Maybe someone would think her accent was interesting instead of strange. Maybe she’d meet someone who didn’t laugh when she mispronounced “spaghetti.”
By the time they arrived, Kara already knew she didn’t fit.
Everyone already seemed to know each other — laughing, chasing, forming groups with the kind of ease Kara could never mimic. Kids with matching friendship bracelets shoved each other playfully near the lake. Clusters of girls in braids compared water bottles decorated with cartoon stickers. Older boys danced around with soccer balls like they’d been practicing all summer together. Kara felt like she was watching a show she hadn’t rehearsed for.
She was too awkward, too careful. She had to watch her strength when tossing a ball, had to pretend to get tired after running a short distance, had to remember not to let her eyes glow when she looked at the sun. Every movement came with a mental checklist: Don’t run too fast. Don’t jump too high. Don’t accidentally yeet a Frisbee into the stratosphere.
She sat by herself during lunch, poking at her sandwich, wondering if this was what loneliness truly felt like — not the loud absence of home, but the quiet ache of being seen and not known. Kids walked past her table in loud groups, barely glancing her way. Camp counselors clapped rhythmically, trying to hype up afternoon activities Kara already dreaded.
Then, that afternoon, she saw her.
A girl sitting beneath a tree near the lake, pale skin catching the sunlight like porcelain, long dark hair spilling over her shoulder as she read a book so intently she didn’t notice the world around her. Her camp T-shirt was too big, sleeves rolled up to her elbows. Her shoes were clean — too clean, like she hadn’t run through the mud once. There was something delicate but firm about her posture, the way her back stayed straight even while sitting on dirt and grass.
Kara couldn’t stop staring.
It wasn’t just that she was beautiful (though, Rao, she was). It was the stillness. Like the world spun around her and she just existed, quietly, confidently. She looked like someone who didn’t need to try to belong — like belonging simply bent itself around her.
Kara’s stomach twisted.
She wanted to talk to her.
She also wanted to fly into the lake and sink and take a proper look at the girl to commit her face to her memory.
She took a nervous sip from her water bottle, pretending that would calm her racing heartbeat. It didn’t. All she could see was the way the girl tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, the gentle concentration in her frown, the faint crease in her brow when she turned a page.
And for the first time in months curiosity won over fear.
Kara approached slowly, clutching her water bottle like a shield. “Um… hi?”
The girl looked up, startled. Up close, her green eyes were brighter, like shards of glass catching sunlight. She blinked once, then closed her book carefully, like even surprised, she treated everything with a kind of careful precision.
“…Hi,” she said, voice soft, unsure.
“I’m Kara,” Kara blurted, way too fast. “Kara Danvers. From Midvale.”
The girl’s lips twitched into the tiniest of smiles. “Lena.”
“Lena?”
“Lena Luthor.”
Kara froze. “Like—like Lex Luthor the CEO?”
The air went still. Lena’s smile faded just a little, and Kara immediately wanted to kick herself straight into orbit.
“Yes,” Lena said finally, voice quiet. “Like him.”
Kara scrambled. “Oh! I didn’t mean—I mean, that’s fine! Totally fine! I just—uh—didn’t expect—”
Lena raised an eyebrow, amused despite herself. “You’re very nervous for someone just saying hi.”
Kara blushed so hard she thought she might ignite. “I just—um—you were sitting alone, and I was sitting alone, and I thought maybe we could… you know, ‘sit alone together?’”
That earned her a real smile. Small. Soft. Genuine (and to Kara it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen).
“Sure, Kara Danvers from Midvale,” Lena said, patting the grass beside her. “You can sit.”
Kara sat.
She sat stiff at first, knees tucked, hands clasped tightly around her water bottle. Lena sat with the quiet confidence of someone who’d grown up pretending not to notice cameras or reporters. They spent the first few minutes in silence, the sound of crickets and distant laughter filling the space between them. Lena went back to her book, Kara stared at the lake, trying very hard not to stare at Lena.
Finally, Kara blurted, “What are you reading?”
Lena turned the book so Kara could see. “It’s about quantum mechanics. You wouldn’t like it.”
Kara’s eyes lit up instantly. “Actually, I love quantum mechanics!”
Lena blinked. “You do?”
Kara nodded eagerly. “Yeah! On Kr— uh, I mean, back at my old school, we studied particle behaviors all the time. It’s fascinating how subatomic patterns can influence larger physical phenomena.”
Lena stared at her for a long moment, then said, “You’re weird.”
Kara’s face fell. “Oh.”
Lena’s lips twitched. “I like weird.”
And that — that was the moment Kara knew she was in trouble.
---
From that day on, they were inseparable.
The other campers noticed it too — the awkward blonde and the quiet Luthor girl always paired up, always drifting toward each other as if pulled by some invisible force. They read together under the same tree every afternoon — Kara sprawled on the grass sometimes with her head on her backpack, Lena sitting cross-legged, pencil in hand, both arguing about equations or story endings.
When the counselors forced them into activities, they stuck together like magnets.
They teamed up for canoeing (“Don’t flip us, Danvers!” “That was one time, Luthor!”), built lopsided campfires that smoked more than they burned, and snuck extra marshmallows after curfew. Kara taught Lena how to roast one without burning it; Lena taught Kara how to perfectly assemble a s’more without getting sticky fingers.
Lena was sarcastic, sharp, and endlessly patient when Kara stumbled over idioms. Kara was bright, enthusiastic, and had the kind of laugh that made Lena’s chest ache in a good way. They balanced each other, softened each other, drew out parts neither knew they had.
One night, while everyone else roasted marshmallows and sang off-key, Lena leaned over and whispered, “You know, I think you’re my first real friend.”
Kara looked at her, startled. “Really?”
Lena nodded, staring at the flames. “People usually want something from me. Money. A connection. To say they know a Luthor. But you just… talk to me. Like I’m normal.”
Kara smiled softly. “You are normal.”
Lena’s throat bobbed. “Not to everyone.”
“To me,” Kara said, quiet but firm, “you’re perfectly normal.”
Lena turned away quickly, hiding the smile that threatened to bloom. “You’re such a dork.”
“Your dork,” Kara muttered, too soft for Lena to hear.
---
When summer ended, they exchanged phone numbers.
“I’ll text you every day,” Kara promised, clutching her camp notebook like a lifeline.
Lena smiled, though her eyes looked sad. “You’d better. Or I’ll fly to Midvale and find you.”
Kara laughed, heart fluttering. “Deal.”
They hugged awkwardly, clinging for a moment longer than kids usually do. It felt like trying to hold onto summer itself.
As the cars and buses pulled away, Lena stood by the gates, waving until Kara disappeared from sight. And Kara kept looking back through the window, trying to catch one more glimpse of black hair and green eyes.
And somewhere deep in her chest, Kara felt something new — a thread, thin but unbreakable, tying her to the dark-haired girl with the book and the impossible green eyes.
An invisible string.
One that would pull them back together again and again.
---
The year after that first summer crawled and sprinted all at once. School was a blur of equations and essays and hiding who she really was, but every day had one constant — Lena.
They texted every morning before school, every night before bed. It started with “Good morning, genius,” and always ended with “Goodnight, from your favorite alien.” (Lena didn’t know the last part yet, but Kara typed it out before deleting the “alien” every time.)
Sometimes Kara would hover over the word for too long, thumb pausing on the screen, imagining what it would be like to actually press send. To trust someone that completely. But then fear crept in — fear of losing the one person who made Earth feel a little less foreign — and she would erase it.
They sent each other photos that made no sense to anyone else. Kara would spam Lena with blurry shots of dogs she saw around Midvale — golden retrievers with goofy smiles, small chihuahuas in pink sweaters, and one time a dachshund dressed as a hotdog. The first time she sent a dog picture, Lena responded with, “why is its tongue out like that?” Kara spent twenty minutes trying to explain “derpy dog faces,” which only led to more pictures.
Sometimes she'd send pictures of rare comic books she found and Lena would lose her mind spamming Kara's phone for the rest of the day. Kara loved that — loved the way Lena’s excitement came in sharp bursts of all-caps texts, exclamation marks she never used in schoolwork, emojis she swore she hated but clearly didn’t.
Lena sent her pictures of fencing tournaments — sleek and precise, white uniforms gleaming under the gym lights. Kara always texted back something along the lines of, “You look so cool, Luthor!” and Lena always replied with “Cooler than you’ll ever be, Danvers.”
But Kara saved every picture. Every single one.
And yet, there were the softer things too. Late-night phone calls that stretched past midnight where they talked about everything — homework, dreams, loneliness. Kara would lie on her stomach on her bed, feet kicking in the air, phone pressed to her ear as Lena rambled about a science project. Lena, in turn, would listen patiently while Kara tried to explain why she still couldn’t understand the point of Earth’s idioms.
Sometimes, one of them would fall asleep mid-conversation, and the other would just listen to the sound of quiet breathing until the line went dead. Once, Kara woke up to the sound of Lena snoring softly, her phone still warm in her hand. She stayed on the call for another twenty minutes just to hear it.
Kara found that she loved listening to Lena, whether Lena was talking about scientific accuracy in comic books, or about random science projects, or even those rare times she talked about her life at the Luthor household. And during those rare times she always tried to find ways to make Lena feel better. Jokes, silly voices, offering to mail her cookies, anything to make the tightness in Lena’s voice loosen just a little.
Kara had never known that friendship could feel like this. That someone could take up so much space in your chest without ever trying hard.
So when Eliza came into her room one evening and said, “Pack your bags, sweetheart — you’re going back to camp this summer,” Kara nearly dropped her pen.
“Really?” she squeaked, voice shooting up an octave.
Eliza laughed, leaning against the doorframe. “You liked it last year, didn’t you? You talked about it all fall.”
Kara didn’t answer. She was too busy sprinting to grab her phone and text Lena, hands shaking with excitement.
Kara: Guess who’s going back to camp this year 😏
Lena: You?
Kara: YES.
Lena: I was already signed up.
Kara: WHAT. WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME
Lena: Because I wanted to see the look on your face when you got there.
Kara fell onto her bed, grinning so hard her cheeks hurt. Her heart felt too big for her ribcage, fluttery and ridiculous.
---
When they got to camp that summer, Kara didn’t even make it past the welcome table.
She spotted Lena across the field, standing by the lake, her dark hair now longer and prettier and curled slightly at the ends, wearing that same oversized camp shirt like it was high fashion. Lena looked older somehow — more composed, more confident, but still Lena. Still the girl with the impossible green eyes.
Kara didn’t even think.
“LENA!” she yelled, and bolted forward, her duffel bag falling off her shoulder.
Lena barely had time to turn before a blur of blonde and blue collided into her. Kara lifted her off the ground with zero effort, spinning her in a full circle as Lena shrieked, laughing, clinging to Kara’s shoulders.
“Ka—Kara! Put me down!” Lena gasped between giggles.
“Never!” Kara said, grinning ear to ear.
Eliza and Alex were watching from near the car, Alex smirking as she cupped her hands around her mouth and called out, “Careful, Kara! Don’t crush your friend!”
Kara shot her sister a mock glare, cheeks burning so hot she felt like she might light a tree on fire. She gently set Lena down, fussing over her to make sure she wasn’t dizzy.
The moment Eliza and Alex left, the teasing, the laughter, the warmth — it all melted into something softer.
Lena looked up at her, brushing her hair out of her face. “You got taller.”
Kara blushed. “Yeah, Eliza said I shot up like a weed.”
“You did. You’re like… a giant now.”
“You’re just short.”
“I’m ‘perfectly average height,’” Lena huffed, crossing her arms.
Kara laughed, that warm, bright laugh Lena remembered. And just like that — they were back.
---
That summer was somehow even better than the first.
They reunited with their oak tree like it was an old friend, their little sanctuary by the lake. The grass was softer this year, the shade cooler, the breeze gentler. Kara still sprawled on the grass, but now she often rested her head on Lena’s lap, and Lena absentmindedly played with her hair while reading.
They talked about everything. About their schools. About what they wanted to be. About the stars. About how Lena wanted to build machines that could make people’s lives better, and Kara thought she might want to do the same, using science to make the world better, maybe make it brighter somehow.
Sometimes they argued about which fictional superheroes were scientifically plausible. Sometimes they argued about whether marshmallows should be golden-brown or slightly burnt.
Every word with Lena felt like breathing — easy, natural, home.
Sometimes, they just sat in silence. Kara would lean back against the tree, eyes closed, listening to the sound of Lena’s pen scribbling in her notebook, and think that maybe she didn’t need Krypton. Maybe this was enough.
---
Then came the night that changed everything.
It was near the end of the summer. The air was cool, the campfire songs in the distance fading into quiet laughter. The smell of pine and smoke drifted through the trees. Fireflies blinked around them like floating stars.
Lena and Kara had snuck away — again — and climbed their favorite tree. They sat on their usual branch, the one sturdy enough to hold them both, overlooking the lake where the water glimmered with moonlight.
From up there, the real stars looked close enough to touch.
“You know,” Lena said softly, “every time I look up at the sky, I wonder if someone’s looking back.”
Kara swallowed. “Someone probably is.”
Lena smiled faintly. “Do you ever wonder what it would be like to live up there?”
Kara froze. Her throat tightened. Her palms grew cold.
Every year, every conversation, she’d kept the truth locked behind her ribs — who she was, where she came from, why she could run faster and lift heavier than anyone else. She wanted to tell Lena everything. She wanted to trust her with every secret she had. But what if it scared her away?
But then Lena turned, her green eyes reflecting the starlight, and looked at Kara — really looked at her — noticing the way Kara’s jaw tightened, the way she suddenly couldn’t meet her gaze.
“You can tell me anything, you know,” Lena whispered.
And that was it.
The wall broke.
“I’m not from here,” Kara said quietly, fingers trembling. “I mean—Earth. I’m not from Earth.”
Lena blinked, confused. “What do you mean?”
Kara took a deep breath, one that shook through her whole body. “I’m from Krypton. It was… another planet. It doesn’t exist anymore.” Her voice cracked. “It exploded. My parents sent me here. To survive... and to look after my cousin, Kal or well. Superman.”
The silence that followed was heavy. Too heavy.
Kara felt her eyes sting. “I tried to be normal. I didn’t want anyone to know. I can do things that other people can’t, and I didn’t want to lose you if you found out.”
Her voice broke on the last words. “I just didn’t want to lose you.”
Lena stared for a moment — then climbed across the branch and pulled Kara into her arms with surprising force.
Kara buried her face against Lena’s shoulder, shaking.
“You’ll never lose me,” Lena whispered fiercely. “Do you hear me? Never.”
Kara’s breath hitched. The knot in her chest loosened — just a little.
“I know what it’s like,” Lena continued, voice trembling now. “Feeling like you don’t belong anywhere. Like the world doesn’t have a space for you. But listen to me, Kara — from this moment on, you don’t have to carry that alone.”
Kara sniffled, pulling back slightly. “What do you mean?”
“I mean,” Lena said, brushing a tear off Kara’s cheek, “from now on, I’ll share your pain with you. You have me. Always.”
Something in Kara’s chest broke open — something soft and terrified and full of light.
And right then, beneath the summer stars, Kara Zor-El knew there wasn’t a single thing she wouldn’t do for the dark-haired girl in her arms.
Even if she didn’t know it yet, her heart already belonged to Lena Luthor.
---
After that second summer, the goodbye didn’t hurt as much — not because they wanted to leave each other, but because they knew it wasn’t really goodbye anymore. It wasn’t the kind of farewell that left their chests hollow the way the first summer had, when they’d both cried in secret afterward. This time, when they hugged tightly in front of the camp gate, their arms wrapped around each other like they were trying to memorize the shape of the other, there was a sense of quiet certainty beneath the sadness. A truth they both clung to:
They would keep coming back to each other.
They’d made a promise, pinkies hooked under the same oak tree that had watched their friendship bloom, its branches rustling above them like a witness giving its blessing:
“Text every day.”
“Call every weekend.”
“And no secrets,” Kara had added, looking so earnest that Lena couldn’t help but smile — that small, soft curve of her lips that always felt like Kara’s personal sunrise.
And they did exactly that.
---
At first, it was just texts — random bursts of their daily lives, little digital windows into each other's worlds.
Kara: A dog chased me to school again 🥲
Lena: Was it big?
Kara: ...He's a Chihuahua named Butterscotch. He’s terrifying.
Lena: …you’re scared of a dog named 'Butterscotch'?
Kara: He bites ankles!! I don't want him to break his little teeth trying to bite mine!!
Sometimes the texts came at ridiculous hours — Kara sending a blurry picture of a sunrise because she knew Lena liked mornings, or Lena sending a photo of the moon over her dorm courtyard because she knew Kara loved the night sky. Kara would save every image in a special folder she pretended was “miscellaneous” but was actually labeled L.L.
Then it was photos — blurry snapshots of sunlight through Kara’s window, of Lena’s fencing medals laid out across her dorm bed. Lena would send pictures of half-eaten pastries she swore tasted terrible, and Kara would respond with dramatic comments like:
Kara: Give it to me. I’ll take care of it. No pastry deserves to be abandoned.
Lena would roll her eyes through the phone, somehow making Kara feel it even across continents.
Then it became calls. Long, winding conversations that started with homework and somehow ended with secrets. Kara’s voice would come through the speakers warm and bright, filling Lena’s room like sunlight. Lena’s voice, calm and thoughtful, had a way of grounding Kara — even when she was half doing her algebra and half balancing on her bed upside down just to make Lena laugh.
By the time Skype entered the equation, they were unstoppable.
Every night after school, Kara would sit cross-legged on her bed, her laptop propped up on a stack of textbooks because she refused to hold it steady, no matter how many times Alex told her to. On the screen, Lena would be sitting at her desk in her dorm room — hair tied up, a mug of tea next to her, and that familiar half-smile that always made Kara’s heart race just a little.
They worked through math equations together, debated physics theories, and competed to see who could finish their essays first. When one of them made a mistake, the other would tease mercilessly.
“Lena, that’s the wrong formula,” Kara said one night, grinning.
“It’s a typo,” Lena protested, glaring at her paper.
“It’s handwritten.”
“Then it’s a hand-typo.”
Kara’s laughter echoed through the speakers, bright and unguarded. Lena couldn’t help but smile too, even if she pretended she was offended. Sometimes, when Kara laughed hard enough, she’d snort a little, and Lena would look down with a grin so fond it was almost embarrassing.
Sometimes, they’d drift away from homework altogether. They’d gossip about the “mean girls” in Lena’s boarding school or Kara’s high school. Kara told Lena about her adventures with Alex and Eliza, Lena told her about her fencing coach who took everything way too seriously — “He once made us practice footwork indoors because he didn’t like the clouds,” she said. Kara nearly fell off her bed laughing.
Occasionally, Lena would go quiet when Kara mentioned another girl asking her out — some classmate or cheerleader with a crush. Kara would always laugh it off, saying she didn’t have time for dating. Lena would roll her eyes, muttering about Kara's sunniness being her charm, but her fingers would tap restlessly on her desk.
Neither of them ever said it out loud, but both of them knew those late-night calls meant something more than friendship.
---
Then came Kara’s sixteenth Earth birthday.
She woke up that morning, hair a mess, heart full of anticipation — a strange, fluttery excitement she couldn’t quite explain. The first thing she did was grab her phone.
No message.
'Weird,' she thought. Lena usually texted her before she even opened her eyes. Maybe she was busy.
She checked again before brushing her teeth.
Nothing.
At breakfast, she checked again.
Still nothing.
By lunch, her mood had cratered. She picked at her food, poking her mashed potatoes like they personally offended her.
Alex noticed. Alex always noticed.
“You’re sulking,” her sister said, chewing her sandwich with all the subtlety of a shark.
“I’m not sulking.”
“You are. Is it about Lena?”
Kara glared. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Alex smirked. “Sure you don’t.”
Kara shoved a grape into her mouth with unnecessary force.
By the time she walked home from school, her chest ached. She tried to tell herself it didn’t matter — that Lena was probably just buried in assignments or fencing practice — but it did matter. It mattered a lot. She felt ridiculous for caring so much, but she couldn’t turn it off.
When she reached her front porch, she sighed and pushed the door open—
“Happy birthday, sunshine.”
Kara froze.
Because standing in her living room, wearing her fencing jacket tied around her waist and smiling like she belonged there, was Lena Luthor. Kara's favorite person in this whole universe. Lena, looking slightly jet-lagged but impossibly beautiful — her hair a little messy from travel, her eyes bright, her smile small but dazzling.
“LENA!”
Before she could think, Kara had crossed the room in two long strides and scooped Lena up, spinning her just like she had that second summer. Lena let out a startled laugh, clutching onto Kara’s shoulders.
Lena laughed breathlessly. “Kara, you’re— you’ve gotten even taller! Are you trying to join the WNBA?”
“I missed you!” Kara said, hugging her tighter instead of answering, burying her face in the crook of Lena’s neck because she suddenly couldn’t help it.
“I can tell,” Lena said, voice muffled against Kara’s shoulder. “Air, please.”
Kara set her down reluctantly, grinning so wide it hurt. Lena’s hair was a little windblown from being spun around, and Kara had a brief, dizzying thought about how pretty she looked like this.
Eliza came in just in time to see the two girls giggling together and smiled knowingly. “You're staying here tonight right, Lena?”
“Only if Kara doesn’t try to kidnap me again,” Lena said teasingly.
Kara gasped, scandalized. “I didn’t try to kidnap you, I hugged you aggressively!”
Alex, from the kitchen, yelled: “Same thing!”
---
That night, after too much cake and a failed attempt at watching a movie (they spent more time talking than watching), the two girls ended up curled in Kara’s bed, blankets pulled up to their chins. Kara kept the room cold on purpose so she could justify pulling Lena closer. Lena didn’t comment on it — she only curled into the blankets and let her shoulder bump against Kara’s.
“Best birthday ever,” Kara murmured sleepily, her voice soft and honest in the dim light.
“I didn’t even get you a gift,” Lena whispered, brushing her thumb over the sheet absentmindedly.
“You came here. That’s enough.”
Lena smiled softly, the kind of smile she rarely let anyone else see. “I missed you too, you know.”
Kara’s heart thumped so loudly she was sure Lena could hear it, but Lena didn’t pull away. If anything, she inched closer, their foreheads nearly touching.
They whispered about everything — school, teachers, weird dreams, Alex’s latest teasing — until their words slurred and faded. At one point, Kara said something sleepy and nonsensical about alien physics, and Lena quietly laughed, brushing a stray hair from Kara’s face without even realizing she was doing it.
Somewhere between laughter and quiet, they fell asleep facing each other.
Eliza found them like that the next morning — two tangled shapes with Lena tucked into Kara, head under her chin, soft smiles on both their faces. She closed the door quietly and left them to sleep, heart full.
---
Lena flew back to Ireland that afternoon. Kara tried not to cry as she waved goodbye at the airport — she succeeded until Lena pulled her into a hug so tight Kara felt it in her bones.
“It’s only a few months,” Lena said gently, hands gently tracing Kara's cheek, her touch soft and lingering as if she didn’t want to leave either.
“Still too long,” Kara whispered.
Lena’s eyes softened, her thumb brushing a tear Kara didn’t mean to shed.
---
That summer, when they reunited at camp again, something shifted.
Maybe it was the way Lena’s hair caught the sunlight in a way that Kara couldn't help but stare, or the way Kara’s heart always fluttered whenever Lena smiled at her. Maybe it was just the way they looked at each other now — a little longer, a little softer. A little more aware.
They sat under their oak tree like always, reading, teasing, laughing. Kara played guitar on borrowed strings while Lena hummed along — her voice soft, steady, grounding. When the “mean kids” teased them, Kara just smirked — and maybe used a little freeze breath to make the dirt path extra slippery.
Lena laughed so hard she nearly fell off the tree, clutching at Kara’s sleeve to steady herself.
---
Then came that night.
The air was warm, the camp quiet, the stars scattered thick across the dark sky like someone had spilled diamonds across velvet. Kara and Lena sat shoulder to shoulder, their legs brushing, the silence between them humming with unspoken things. Every time their knees bumped, Kara felt her breath catch. Lena’s fingers kept twitching like she wanted to reach for Kara’s but didn’t know how.
“I don’t want this summer to end,” Lena said softly, her voice barely louder than the breeze.
“Then let’s never let it end,” Kara replied, looking at her like she was the only thing in the universe that made sense.
Lena turned, her green eyes luminous in the moonlight. “You can’t say things like that.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’ll believe you.”
Kara’s breath caught. “Maybe I want you to.”
There was a long pause — the kind of silence that thrums, full of heartbeats and possibility. Kara could hear her own pulse pounding in her ears. Lena’s breath hitched, barely audible. The air felt thick, charged.
Then Lena leaned forward, so slowly that Kara could count the freckles on her cheeks, could feel the warmth radiating from her skin.
Their lips met — soft, trembling, perfect.
It was shy at first, a question. Then, when Kara’s hand gently cupped Lena’s cheek and Lena leaned into the touch, it became an answer.
When they pulled apart, Lena rested her forehead against Kara’s, their breaths mingling.
“I love you,” she whispered.
Kara’s eyes stung. “I love you too.”
Above them, the stars burned quietly, ancient and eternal — witnesses to a love that felt just as infinite.
That night, Kara realized that no matter what planet she came from, home would always sound like Lena’s laughter and taste like that first kiss under the stars.
---
Everything changed after that summer.
Kara had always known that life on Earth could be dangerous — after all, she wasn’t human. But even with all of her powers, all of her strength, nothing could have prepared her for the chilling aftermath of Lex Luthor’s attempt on Superman. Nothing could have braced her for the way her heart twisted every time she caught a glimpse of a news headline, every time she heard Lex’s name spoken with venom or fear.
Watching the trial unfold from her living room was almost unbearable. The TV flickered, the courtroom full of serious faces displayed in perfect clarity, but for Kara, everything else faded into background noise. Her eyes were locked on one person: Lena.
Her Lena.
Lena sat in the witness stand, pale, exhausted, and every so often brushing a stray strand of dark hair behind her ear. Even through the screen, Kara could see the tiny tremble in her fingers — fingers that had once brushed crumbs from Kara’s face during camp, fingers that had held Kara’s hand under the oak tree, fingers that had tangled in Kara’s hair during that first kiss.
Kara’s chest tightened with every pause Lena made, every time she faltered while giving testimony. She could see the weight of the world pressing on her, the strain in her green eyes as she recounted truths she didn’t want to reveal, truths she had buried for years to survive the Luthor name. The harsh lights of the courtroom made her look smaller, more fragile, as if the world had carved too many sharp edges into someone who deserved softness.
The thought that her best friend had to endure all of this alone made Kara ache in ways she had never known.
The texts had stopped during all of it. Kara’s phone remained silent, each hour pressing down heavier than the last. Kara’s repeated messages went unanswered — little blue bubbles of worry piling up with no reply. She tried to tell herself Lena was just overwhelmed, just busy, just trying to protect herself, but fear pooled in her stomach day after day.
Eliza had gently told Kara to wait, to let things settle, but waiting felt like torture — a stretching of the chest that made it hard to breathe. Alex, always observant, could see Kara’s anxiety twisting tighter with each passing day. On one particularly miserable night, Alex found Kara sitting on the roof, knees pulled to her chest, staring at her silent phone with glassy eyes.
Alex sat beside her without a word, nudging her shoulder. “She’ll reach out when she can,” she murmured. “This isn’t about you, Kara. It’s about surviving the Luthors.”
But Kara could only stare at her phone and the TV, imagining Lena sitting there under the harsh lights of the courtroom, fighting to survive her family’s shadow. The silence felt like a suffocating fog, thick and heavy.
A week passed. A week of sleepless nights, unanswered texts, quiet meals Kara barely tasted, and moments she caught herself listening instinctively for the sound of Lena’s heartbeat across the city — something she thought she could always find.
She could wait no longer.
Kara needed to see Lena. She needed to know that she was okay. That she was alive. That the crushing pressure of her family’s legacy hadn’t broken her entirely.
So she flew — fast, almost recklessly, following the faint, wavering beat she finally caught hold of deep in her senses. Following the steady rhythm of Lena’s heart — a sound Kara had come to know as well as her own. It led her straight to the Luthor mansion.
She hovered outside the wide bedroom window for a long moment, the massive estate silent except for the distant hum of staff preparing for the next legal battle. Through the glass, she could see the faint glow of a lamp, shadows moving hesitantly. Kara lifted a hand, hesitated for half a second, then quietly knocked.
The window slid open almost instantly, as if Lena had been waiting right on the other side.
And then Lena’s arms were wrapped around her before Kara could even speak.
The relief, the tension, the fear — all of it poured out in that hug. Lena clung to her like a lifeline, pressing her face into Kara’s shoulder, shaking with silent sobs. Kara clung right back, her hand splayed between Lena’s shoulder blades, heart hammering in her chest like it might burst. She could feel Lena’s ribs expand and contract too quickly, could feel the tremble in her breath.
“I’m okay,” Lena whispered, but her voice trembled, fragile in a way Kara had never heard before. “I’ve been… I’ve been so careful. The FBI checked my laptop, my phone… I didn’t want them to find you. I couldn’t… I couldn’t risk putting you in their radar, Kara. I couldn’t…”
Kara ran her hands through Lena’s hair, her thumb brushing over the side of her cheek, wiping at a tear she hadn’t even realized had fallen. The strands were soft, familiar, grounding. “Shh,” she said softly, voice gentle but firm. “You’re safe. You’re okay. I’m here. That’s all that matters.”
Lena pulled back slightly, just enough for Kara to see her face — streaked with tears, eyes red-rimmed, jaw trembling with the effort to hold herself together. “I didn’t want you to worry. I promised myself I could handle it, but… I didn’t want to lose you too.”
“You won’t,” Kara said firmly, pressing her forehead against Lena’s. The warmth of Lena’s skin calmed something deep inside her. “I’ll wait. Always. You share my pain and I'll share yours, remember? I’m never going anywhere.”
Lena nodded, letting out a shaky breath, before leaning in and kissing Kara — soft at first, tentative, but then deeper, desperate, as if she could pour all her fear, relief, and longing into that single moment. Kara’s arms tightened around her, holding her as if she could protect her from everything — Lex, the FBI, the world — even though she knew she couldn’t undo what had already happened.
That kiss tasted like sorrow and survival and hope all at once.
That night, Lena handed Kara a burner phone. A small, nondescript device that felt heavier than it looked. “From now on,” she said, brushing her fingers over Kara’s palm, “text me from here. Only here. You’ll always know I’m safe.”
Kara nodded, swallowing hard, her lips brushing Lena’s ear. “And I’ll always wait for your texts, Lena. No matter what.”
Lena leaned into her, closing her eyes in quiet relief. For the first time in months, her heartbeat steadied under Kara’s hands.
---
The following summer, neither of them returned to summer camp. Life had changed too much. Their world had shifted, their childhood replaced by something sharper and more complicated. The oak tree remained in their memories — a symbol of simpler days — but reality demanded more of them now.
Lena had graduated a year early and was now at MIT — a brilliant young woman, driven and determined, but always carrying the ghosts of her family’s shadow. She moved across campus with elegance and purpose, but Kara could see the way she tensed when people whispered the name Luthor. Could see how hard she worked to prove she was not her brother.
Kara, not wanting to be apart from her, had graduated early too. If Lena was going to MIT, Kara would go wherever Lena went. She would no longer hold herself back from embracing everything about her intelligence, her strength, her heart. Every step she took toward MIT was a step toward Lena — toward their future.
And so it was that eighteen-year-old Kara and Lena reunited.
Lena, with her carefully calculated brilliance, had rigged the roommate system so that Kara would be assigned to her dorm — something she claimed was “a simple logistical optimization,” though the flush in her cheeks told Kara otherwise.
The moment Kara stepped into her new room, it was like coming home. The familiar lavender scent of Lena’s tea lingered in the air, the soft hum of Lena’s tablet filled the background, and scattered across the bed were papers full of equations only Lena could make look pretty.
Lena, looking over her shoulder from unpacking, grinned. “Finally. You’re here.”
Kara laughed, dropping her bag onto the floor. “I’ve missed this,” she said, her voice trembling slightly, “missed you.”
The first hug was long — ridiculously long — squeezing tightly as if they could somehow bridge the months of distance and fear that had passed between them. Lena melted into Kara’s arms, letting out a breath she’d been holding for months. Kara pressed her face into Lena’s shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent of mint shampoo and old books.
And then, as the days went on, their lives intertwined more than ever. They walked to classes together, shoulder to shoulder. Labs together, their laughter echoing above the hum of machinery. Library study sessions that started serious but always ended with Kara spilling coffee or Lena smack-talking a physics problem like it personally offended her.
At night, in their dorm room, they curled up together, Lena’s head in the crook of Kara’s neck, Kara’s arms around Lena’s waist. They spoke in whispers about the world they wanted to change, the science they wanted to discover, the diseases they wanted to cure. Kara helped Lena with experimental designs, Lena helped Kara understand complex chemical reactions. They debated, teased, laughed, and consoled each other in equal measure.
Sometimes Kara would wake in the middle of the night, catching Lena staring out the window, lost in thought, moonlight brushing over her bare shoulders.
“What’s on your mind, my brilliant genius?” Kara would whisper, brushing her fingers along Lena’s arm.
Lena shook her head, leaning into Kara’s chest. “Thinking about everything. About us. About how we finally got here.”
“You got me here, Lena,” Kara said softly, brushing Lena’s hair from her face. “We’re together. And we always will be.”
Lena’s lips curved into a small smile — a slow, tender thing that made Kara’s chest feel too full. “I know. And that’s why I can breathe again.”
In that tiny dorm room, filled with textbooks, scattered notebooks, and the quiet hum of late-night machines, Kara and Lena found something stronger than distance, stronger than fear, stronger than anything they had ever faced.
They had each other.
And for the first time in years, everything felt okay.
Kara knew, with certainty that only comes from the soul, that nothing — not Lex, not fear, not the weight of the universe — could ever come between them. Because they had grown together, side by side, hearts entwined since the very first summer under the oak tree.
And they would never let go.
---
By the time Kara and Lena settled into MIT, their lives were a quiet sort of chaos — the kind that felt like home. Coffee-stained papers were stacked in teetering piles on their shared desk, half-finished equations scribbled across whiteboards, and the faint crackle of electricity from Kara’s newest experiment filled the room. Their days were built on an unspoken rhythm, a gentle ebb and flow of two people who instinctively moved in sync.
They woke up curled into each other, always in some impossible tangle of bedsheets and long limbs. Morning sunlight filtered in through the thin dorm curtains, resting softly on Lena’s pale skin and tracing gold across Kara’s hair. And every single morning began the same way: Kara mumbling half-coherent things in Kryptonian as she attempted to pry her eyes open, while Lena rolled her eyes affectionately, brushed her thumb over Kara’s cheek, and leaned in to kiss her awake.
They fit together like a habit — natural, inevitable, and utterly inseparable.
Even their professors began to joke about “the Danvers-Luthor gravitational pull,” claiming that if one was seen on campus, the other couldn’t be more than a minute away. Whenever Kara stormed into the lab in a rush of excited energy, everyone knew Lena wasn’t far behind, carrying a clipboard and an amused smile. And whenever Lena was cornered by an overeager student asking for guidance, Kara would appear out of nowhere with snacks, water, and the fiercest glare until the intruder scampered off.
It was about a month into their first semester when Kara finally worked up the courage to ask the question that had been burning on her tongue for weeks. They were sitting beneath an old oak tree at the edge of campus — a tree that reminded them painfully, beautifully, of the one from summer camp. Autumn leaves rustled softly around them as they shared a smoothie, their fingers intertwined, Lena’s head resting on Kara’s shoulder.
Kara cleared her throat nervously. “So… uh, I’ve been thinking.”
Lena smiled without looking up. “That’s never a good sign.”
Kara nudged her. “Hey. I mean—okay, serious question. You know how we’re… us? And how you kind of make me really, really happy, like… stupidly happy?”
Lena tilted her head, amused and impossibly fond. “Go on.”
Kara took a deep breath she didn’t need. “Well, I was wondering if you’d want to… maybe… officially be my girlfriend?”
Lena’s eyes softened instantly. She reached up to cup Kara’s cheek, thumb brushing the warm skin gently. “You’re asking now? Kara Danvers, I’ve been technically your girlfriend since the day I decided to kiss you at summer camp.”
Kara blinked, visibly flustered. “Wait—what? Why didn’t you say anything?”
Lena laughed, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Kara’s lips. “Because I wanted you to figure it out yourself.”
Kara smiled into the kiss, heart bursting. “So… is that a yes?”
“It’s a yes,” Lena whispered, lips brushing hers. “Always yes.”
---
Their relationship blossomed quietly but fiercely, a steady burn rather than a spark. Days were busy — classes, labs, experiments — and many nights left them covered in ink stains, static electricity, and way too much caffeine. But no matter how chaotic things got, they always ended up curled together on their dorm couch or bed by nightfall.
Sometimes they lay on the floor surrounded by research papers, arguing intensely over equations until one of them dissolved into laughter. Other times, Kara would fall asleep with her head on Lena’s lap while Lena absentmindedly played with her hair and typed with one hand. On rare nights, Lena would wake up to Kara hovering—literally—above the bed as she floated unconsciously in her sleep. Those nights always ended with gentle teasing and Kara burying her face in Lena’s neck in embarrassment.
Their names started appearing together on research papers:
'Danvers-Luthor Quantum Phase Study.'
'Luthor-Danvers Cellular Rejuvenation Model.'
Professors smiled knowingly whenever they turned in joint assignments. “You two are a matched set,” one of them murmured once. Lena had blushed; Kara had beamed.
At twenty, they moved into their own apartment — a small, cozy space with mismatched furniture and bright sky-blue walls Kara insisted on painting (“It feels like camp,” she’d said, and Lena’s heart softened instantly). Their home always smelled of coffee, ink, and burnt pancakes from Kara’s ongoing war with cooking. There were books everywhere — on tables, on chairs, stacked by the bed. And on the nightstand sat a framed photo of them from summer camp, the one that always made Lena’s chest ache with warmth.
They were unstoppable — until Lillian came.
---
It happened after Lena’s third PhD defense — a tense but brilliant presentation that earned her a standing ovation. Kara had been waiting outside the lecture hall, practically vibrating with pride, holding a small bouquet of white tulips (Lena’s favorite). Lena stepped out, still glowing from the applause, when her phone buzzed. Kara watched the color drain from her face.
“Lillian?” Kara asked softly.
Lena nodded. “She wants me to take over LuthorCorp.”
A heavy silence fell between them. Kara gently took Lena’s hand. “Do you want to?”
Lena hesitated, jaw tight. “I don’t know. It’s… legacy. But it’s also poison. Still, if I don’t take over, she’ll sell it to people who’ll turn it into something worse.”
Kara squeezed her hand. “Then you make it better. You redefine it. You make it yours, Lena.”
That night, they stayed up until dawn talking about it — the risks, the responsibility, the fear. Lena paced, Kara followed; Lena collapsed into Kara’s arms, Kara held her; Lena whispered her doubts, Kara whispered her faith back into her.
And when Lena finally agreed, it was only under one condition:
Kara had to be part of it too.
Standing in front of Lillian, Lena said with a voice of steel, “If I’m going to take the reins, then Kara Danvers is my head of research. That’s non-negotiable.”
Lillian raised an eyebrow. “You trust her that much?”
Lena didn’t flinch. “More than I’ve ever trusted you.”
And so at twenty-one, Lena Luthor became CEO of what was once LuthorCorp. Within hours, she changed its name.
“It’s L-Corp now,” she said quietly, standing in her new office with Kara beside her. “No more Luthor legacy. Just ours.”
Kara grinned. “Then it’s perfect.”
---
When Lena relocated L-Corp to National City, Kara followed without a moment of hesitation. It wasn’t a question. It wasn’t even a choice. It was simply what they did — they stayed together.
Everyone at L-Corp quickly learned that the brilliant Dr. Danvers had unrestricted access to the CEO’s office — no knocking, no appointment, no questions asked. Jess, Lena’s assistant, didn’t even look up anymore when Kara burst in carrying coffee and sandwiches.
“Lunch delivery for my favorite CEO!” Kara would announce cheerfully.
Jess would sigh fondly. “You mean your girlfriend.”
“Semantics,” Kara grinned before slipping into Lena’s office.
Employees often caught glimpses of the two walking through the glass corridors — Lena in sleek blouses and pencil skirts, Kara in her lab coat with goggles pushed up into her hair. Their hands would brush, their shoulders bumping lightly as they talked in soft voices, completely absorbed in each other. People whispered that if you ever needed to believe in love again, just watch the way Lena Luthor looked at Kara Danvers.
---
Then at twenty-two, everything changed again.
Alex was flying in to visit. Kara was supposed to pick her up later that afternoon. But halfway through analyzing data in her lab, Kara froze. Her super-hearing sharpened, her eyes unfocused, her breath caught in her throat.
“Kara?” Lena asked, instantly concerned.
Kara’s voice came out as a whisper. “The plane… Alex’s plane…”
Lena didn’t hesitate. She didn’t ask questions. She didn’t try to stop her. She just nodded and said, firmly, “Go.”
And Kara went.
---
The sky tore open as she flew — a blur of blue and red streaking past startled birds and whipping clouds into spirals. The wind howled in her ears as she searched, heart slamming against her ribs. Then she saw it — a massive plane plummeting through the clouds, smoke billowing from one wing, hundreds of heartbeats screaming in terror.
Her heart nearly stopped.
But then she was there. Kara caught the plane with both hands, muscles straining as metal groaned beneath her grip. The screams faded into stunned silence as she steadied the massive aircraft. Inch by inch, she lowered it, guiding it toward the riverbank until it finally landed safely.
For a moment, Kara hovered in the air, her hair blowing in the wind. People stared, pointing, gasping.
And then she vanished.
---
When she flew back to the apartment, Lena was waiting on the balcony, hands trembling, eyes wide and glistening. Kara barely set foot inside before Lena wrapped her in a fierce, desperate hug.
“You saved them,” Lena whispered, voice thick with emotion.
“It was Alex,” Kara breathed, shaking. “I had to.”
“I know,” Lena murmured, pulling back to cup Kara’s face. “But you saved everyone, Kara.”
Kara’s face crumpled. “There were cameras. People saw. There were reporters—”
The next day, CatCo’s front page declared:
“Supergirl Saves Plane From Crash — The Girl of Steel Emerges in National City.”
Kara held the paper in shaking hands. Lena stood behind her, arms wrapped tightly around her waist, chin resting on her shoulder.
“They got one thing right,” Lena said softly.
“What’s that?” Kara whispered.
“You really are super.”
Kara laughed through tears and leaned her forehead against Lena’s. “Only because you made me super.”
Lena kissed her gently, tenderly, lovingly. “To me, you’ll always just be Kara.”
And in that quiet, sunlit room — with the world just beginning to discover its new hero — Kara knew that no matter what the world called her…
Kryptonian, alien, hero, Supergirl…
To Lena, she would always be the girl she held under an oak tree, the girl whose hand she would never let go.
And that was everything.
---
By the time Supergirl became a household name, chaos had become a kind of background music in Kara and Lena’s life. Between rogue aliens, the occasional world-ending threat, and a steady stream of journalists camped outside L-Corp hoping to catch a headline about “Luthor vs. Super,” their lives were a beautiful mess — emphasis on beautiful.
It didn’t help that Alex had moved to National City to join the DEO branch. She fit in seamlessly, of course, bringing her strict professionalism, her razor-sharp sarcasm, and a mountain of classified paperwork wherever she went. Kara saw her sister more often now — usually in between emergency calls, late-night coffee runs, or when Alex came over for dinner and groaned loudly at how disgustingly in love Kara and Lena were.
Because they were. Utterly and unapologetically.
---
Every morning began the same way.
Lena woke first — she always did — hair tousled in a halo around her face, eyes still soft with sleep. She’d stretch luxuriously, one arm draped across the pillow, and watch the sunlight spill across Kara’s sleeping face. The golden strands fanned out across the sheets, falling over Kara’s forehead, and Lena’s chest swelled with quiet affection. Kara was always an absolute menace in the mornings: one arm thrown across the bed, blanket kicked off entirely, one leg halfway dangling off the side, and muffled Kryptonian murmurs about “coffee” and “five more minutes” spilling from her lips.
Sometimes Lena would lean over, gently brush Kara’s hair back, and whisper with a smile, “You’re drooling again, darling.” Kara would jerk awake, eyes wide, cheeks flaming crimson, and shout indignantly, “I wasn’t— I mean— I was dreaming of pancakes!”
Other mornings, Kara got her revenge.
She’d hover — literally hover — above Lena with a mug of coffee in one hand, hair sticking out every which way, grin spreading across her face. “Morning, sleepy genius,” she chirped in a sing-song voice.
Lena would groan and throw a pillow at her. “You’re floating again.”
“I know,” Kara replied proudly, settling onto the bed with a soft thunk. “You look cute from this angle.”
---
At work, they were a power couple in every sense. Lena ran L-Corp with the poise of a queen and the mind of a shark. Her name alone carried weight; board members who had once doubted her brilliance now hung on her every word.
And then there was Kara — Dr. Danvers, head of research, resident miracle-worker, and (unbeknownst to the world) the very same Supergirl who saved the city every other week. She managed to look simultaneously brilliant and approachable — often appearing with a tablet full of equations in one hand, a smoothie in the other, and a grin that somehow made every stressful meeting a little lighter.
Jess had long since stopped reacting to their quirks.
“Dr. Danvers, Ms. Luthor’s in a meeting,” Jess would say without looking up.
“Cool, I’ll wait inside,” Kara would reply cheerfully, already halfway through the door, smoothie sloshing dangerously in her hand.
Lena never minded.
If Kara showed up mid-meeting with a sandwich or a cup of coffee, Lena would simply pause the discussion, take the snack, press a quick kiss to Kara’s cheek, and continue talking as if nothing had happened. Executives quickly got used to it. If anything, it was oddly comforting, seeing their CEO smile so openly with her partner at her side. Kara and Lena were proof that brilliance and love could coexist, sometimes in the most chaotic ways.
---
Of course, the media didn’t see it that way.
As soon as the world realized that “Supergirl” and “a Luthor” both called National City home, headlines exploded.
“History Repeats? Luthor vs. Super in National City Showdown!”
“Can You Trust a Luthor?”
“Sources Say: Tension Between L-Corp and the Cape!”
They didn’t know that the “tension” in question was usually Kara and Lena arguing over who forgot to buy milk or whose turn it was to do the dishes.
One night, as they sat on the couch with the TV blaring one of those ridiculous talk shows speculating about them, Kara picked up a pillow and launched it at the screen. “Seriously?! We’re not enemies! We literally made pancakes together this morning!”
Lena sipped her wine, smirking. “To be fair, darling, you did burn the pancakes.”
“I like them crispy!” Kara defended.
“Sweetheart, they were on fire.”
Kara pouted. “You still ate them.”
“I was being supportive.”
Kara leaned closer, blue eyes glinting mischievously. “Supportive, huh? Well, you did kiss me after.”
Lena rolled her eyes but was smiling. “You’re impossible.”
“And you love me.”
“Unfortunately.”
---
Despite the world’s misconceptions, their lives at L-Corp ran like clockwork. Kara handled the scientific division — designing renewable energy tech, alien-adapted medicine, and even prototypes for a carbon-neutral engine. Lena oversaw everything else with precision, thriving under pressure, keeping a firm but fair hand on every project.
Between press conferences, DEO emergencies, and the occasional alien fight Kara had to disappear for, they somehow carved out quiet moments. Dinners on the balcony, movie nights (where Kara inevitably cried at Pixar films and Lena pretended not to notice), and stolen kisses in elevators when they thought no one was watching.
They celebrated anniversaries with simple, private joy. On their first one at L-Corp, Kara had decorated Lena’s office with fairy lights and sticky notes shaped like stars. Each note held a personal memory:
“You’re my favorite genius.”
“Remember when I fell off the tree our first summer?”
“You’re still the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”
Lena had walked in, blinking at the glowing lights, and found Kara standing awkwardly beside her desk, holding a cupcake with frosting smeared on her cheek. “Happy anniversary,” Kara said shyly.
Lena looked around, touched beyond words, and kissed her until Kara forgot how to breathe — though, of course, she didn’t really need to.
---
Alex often visited and teased them mercilessly.
“God, do you two ever stop making heart eyes at each other?” she’d groan, poking at her salad with exaggerated disgust.
Kara grinned. “Nope.”
Lena smirked. “You’re just jealous, Alex.”
“Jealous? Of what?”
“Of having a girlfriend who can lift a building and still cries over Pixar movies,” Lena said sweetly.
“Hey!” Kara protested, laughing.
Alex choked on her water, shaking her head. “She’s got you pegged, little sis.”
Beneath the teasing, Alex loved seeing them together. She’d been there for the lonely years, for Kara’s longing for home, for the endless missing of Krypton. Seeing her sister happy, grounded, in love, and at peace, was a gift she quietly cherished.
---
Every year passed in a blur of shared adventures and laughter. Their love only grew stronger, steadier — like a star burning bright but never fading, constant in a world that never stopped spinning.
Sometimes, late at night, when the city outside was quiet and Kara’s cape hung over a chair, Lena would lie awake, tracing lazy circles over Kara’s arm.
“You know,” Lena murmured softly, “the media keeps waiting for us to destroy each other.”
Kara smiled, eyes half-closed. “They’ll be waiting forever.”
And Lena would smile back — that rare, private smile only Kara ever saw. “Good. Because I rather like having you around.”
“Yeah?” Kara teased sleepily.
“Mm-hmm. You make a very good heater,” Lena whispered, nuzzling her shoulder.
Kara laughed, pulling Lena closer until their foreheads touched. “Love you too, Miss Luthor.”
“Love you too, Superdork.”
Outside, National City slept beneath the stars — safe, alive, unaware that its greatest defender and its most brilliant mind were tangled together in bed, whispering nonsense, secrets, and promises into the quiet night.
Every year, their world got louder, stranger, and harder to manage. But their love? That stayed steady — as inevitable as gravity, as constant as the pull between two souls who were never meant to be apart.
And yes — as Alex would groan every time she saw them — it was extremely, profoundly, nauseating.
---
If there was one thing Kara and Lena had learned over the years, it was that secrets had a half-life.
And theirs? Was starting to glow like radioactive kryptonite under the scrutiny of the entire internet.
It started innocently enough — a charity gala at the National City Art Museum. Lena arrived in a sleek, emerald-green gown that shimmered like the surface of a calm lake, diamonds glittering delicately at her throat. Her hair was swept into a loose, elegant updo, though a few strands fell perfectly around her face. She moved with quiet grace, heels clicking softly on the marble floor, and heads turned — as heads always did when Lena Luthor entered a room.
Supergirl arrived ten minutes later, in her signature suit, cape fluttering behind her like a banner of light, her eyes shining bright beneath the golden glow of the chandeliers. Kara’s blonde hair glimmered, and her smile was wide, irrepressible, completely uncontainable.
The moment their gazes met — the moment Kara forgot she was supposed to be “Supergirl” and just smiled like she was looking at the love of her life — the cameras flashed.
And that was that.
Within hours, Twitter exploded:
#SuperLuthor trended globally for forty-seven hours straight.
“Does Supergirl want to kill Lena Luthor or kiss her?” one headline screamed.
“Those looks could melt steel,” wrote another.
A third read simply: “Find someone who looks at you the way Supergirl looks at Lena Luthor.”
Half the internet was convinced Supergirl and Lena were secret lovers. The other half thought it was Stockholm Syndrome waiting to happen.
Either way — people were invested.
And Kara? Kara was mortified.
---
“Lena, they made a compilation video!” Kara groaned, collapsing dramatically onto their couch, face buried in her hands, limbs sprawled in a chaotic heap.
“Of what?” Lena asked dryly, without looking up from her laptop, one perfectly arched eyebrow raised.
“Of me — me! — looking at you!” Kara wailed, voice echoing across the room.
Lena smirked, sipping her wine slowly. “Well, you do look at me quite a bit.”
Kara peeked between her fingers, cheeks blazing, and whispered, “They put it to Taylor Swift music!”
That made Lena laugh, the sound light and melodic. “Which song?”
“‘You Belong With Me.’”
“Oh, that’s almost flattering,” Lena teased.
“Lena!” she squealed, flopping back into the couch cushions in despair.
“Darling, calm down,” Lena said, still smiling, leaning over to brush a strand of blonde hair from Kara’s face. “It’s not like they’re wrong.”
Kara groaned louder, rolling to her side dramatically, until her head landed on Lena’s lap. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”
Lena gently ran her fingers through Kara’s hair, thumb brushing her temple. “Immensely.”
---
But as much as Kara tried to ignore it, the whispers began creeping closer to home.
At L-Corp, employees had taken to discussing the “scandalous pining” during lunch breaks — not realizing they were gossiping about their boss and her secret superhero girlfriend in the same building.
Kara heard it all. She had super-hearing, after all.
“Do you think Supergirl’s into Ms. Luthor?” someone whispered by the coffee machine.
“Oh, definitely. Did you see how she looked at her during the disaster relief press conference?”
“I’d die to have someone look at me like that.”
“Poor Supergirl, pinning for a lady that's already taken.”
Then, one fateful afternoon, Becca from HR — sweet, oblivious Becca — cornered Kara near the elevators, a mischievous glint in her eye.
“So, Dr. Danvers,” Becca began, “what do you think about Supergirl’s obvious crush on your girlfriend?”
Kara froze mid-step. “I—uh—what?”
“Oh, come on,” Becca teased, leaning closer, eyes sparkling. “Everyone’s talking about it! Poor Supergirl, totally in love with Ms. Luthor, while Ms. Luthor’s off being devoted to you. Must be awkward, huh?”
Kara opened her mouth, closed it, then opened it again. “…Very awkward.”
Becca nodded, feigning sympathy — and then had the audacity to place a hand on Kara’s bicep. “Well, if you ever get tired of being—”
She didn’t finish the sentence. Because in that exact moment, Lena stepped out of her office.
One look. Just one.
The kind of look that could curdle milk and stop heartbeats.
Becca froze. Kara swallowed hard. Everyone in the vicinity suddenly found reasons to evacuate the hallway, pretending urgent emails and “important meetings” needed their attention.
“Dr. Danvers,” Lena said sweetly, eyes flicking briefly to Becca, “I believe we have a meeting to attend.”
“Yes, Ms. Luthor,” Kara squeaked, bolting after her like a chastised golden retriever.
Lena waited until the office door closed, then arched a single elegant eyebrow. “You really need to stop letting people flirt with you, darling.”
“I wasn’t letting her! She was the one touching my biceps!” Kara protested, eyes wide.
Lena rolled her eyes but smiled, brushing a finger along Kara’s jaw. “They are rather distracting.”
Kara leaned closer, lips twitching. “You’re one to talk.”
“Oh, please,” Lena murmured, smirking. “I’m perfectly innocent.”
Kara laughed, warm and soft. “You’re Lena Luthor. You haven’t been innocent a day in your life.”
---
The media circus eventually calmed — a little. The internet decided that Supergirl’s feelings were “tragically unrequited” and that Lena Luthor was “devoted to her mysterious, scientist partner.”
No one realized that both were true. Just… not in the way they thought.
Kara learned to laugh it off, mostly because Lena made it impossible not to.
Whenever a new article appeared, Lena would dramatically read the headline out loud at breakfast:
“Supergirl caught staring longingly at Luthor again!”
She’d look up at Kara with exaggerated innocence. “So, darling, do you think your alter ego should buy me dinner first?”
Kara would sigh into her coffee. “You’re never going to let this go, are you?”
“Not a chance,” Lena said, smiling like she had all the time in the world.
---
Six years into their relationship, it happened.
Kara proposed on their anniversary.
It was quiet, soft, intimate — very them.
No grand gestures, no alien fireworks, no big speeches. Just a warm evening in their apartment, fairy lights twinkling on the balcony, a homemade dinner (Kara had burned half of it, but Lena ate it anyway), and the city glowing far below.
Kara had been fidgeting all night — hands twitching, glancing at her pocket every few minutes. Lena noticed, of course, but pretended not to.
When Kara finally stood up, pulling out a small velvet box, her voice trembled.
“Lena, I—uh—I’m usually good with words, but right now, my brain’s just…” she gestured vaguely, “…mush.”
Lena laughed softly, eyes shining, leaning forward to touch Kara’s hands.
“I’ve loved you since I was fourteen,” Kara continued, voice steadier now. “You’ve been my best friend, my home, my reason. And I don’t know what the future looks like, but I know I want it with you.”
She knelt, eyes glimmering. “So, Lee… will you marry me?”
Lena didn’t even let her finish the sentence before she dropped to her knees too, tears streaming down her face. “Of course I will, you idiot.”
Kara laughed through her own tears, slipping the ring onto Lena’s finger. “Hey, that’s future Mrs. Idiot to you.”
Lena pulled her in for a kiss, deep and trembling, and the city outside seemed to disappear entirely.
---
They told Alex first, who immediately burst into tears and then jokingly threatened Kara, “If you ever hurt her, I’ll shoot you. Kryptonian or not.” Because Lena was family too.
J’onn was next — who smiled knowingly, as if he’d known all along (because he had).
The rest of the world? They’d have to keep guessing.
Supergirl still looked at Lena Luthor like she hung the moon. The tabloids still speculated, the internet still debated whether it was love or rivalry — and Lena still made sure to read the headlines out loud just to watch Kara blush.
But behind closed doors, beneath the glow of National City’s skyline, Kara and Lena were just… them.
Messy. Brilliant. In love.
A hero and a genius.
A Luthor and a Super.
Two halves of the same soul.
And every night, as Kara curled around Lena and whispered “I love you” against her skin, Lena would smile, eyes fluttering closed.
“Love you too, my Sunshine.”
---
Their wedding was everything they ever dreamed of — small, intimate, and utterly them.
The ceremony took place at the Danvers’ house in Midvale, where summers had once been filled with sunburns, laughter, and the quiet magic of long days under the oak tree. The backyard had been transformed into something out of a dream — fairy lights draped across the trees, soft string music playing, and a gentle ocean breeze carrying the scent of salt and lilacs. Candles flickered along the edges of the patio, and soft lanterns floated in the koi pond, reflecting tiny stars of light that mirrored the sky above.
Only family and their closest friends were there. Alex stood proudly as Kara’s bridesmaid, eyes already misty before the vows even started. Eliza sniffled quietly, holding her handkerchief like a shield against her own emotions, while J’onn discretely wiped a tear behind his sunglasses, though no one dared comment. Even Cat Grant, visiting from National City, had been invited — mostly to watch the story unfold and make a mental note for the next headline she’d never write.
It wasn’t extravagant. It wasn’t grand. It was simply perfect.
Kara in her fitted navy-blue suit, crisp and immaculate, yet softened by her ever-present warmth, and Lena in her sleek ivory gown that flowed around her like liquid silk, both of them smiling like the world had finally tilted into its proper place. Kara’s hair was neatly pinned back, though a few strands fell free, catching the light, while Lena’s long dark hair curled softly over her shoulders.
When they said “I do,” it wasn’t just a promise — it was a lifetime of summers, nights, laughter, whispered secrets, and battles that had led them to this single, breathtaking moment. And when they kissed for the first time as a married couple, the entire backyard seemed to hold its breath.
But what came after the wedding, that was what truly broke the internet.
---
Lena Luthor, newlywed genius, CEO of L-Corp, and bane of gossip journalists everywhere, had finally decided to put an end to the “Supergirl pining” saga once and for all.
For two years, tabloids had obsessed over her supposed “chemistry” with National City’s favorite heroine. Every gala, every joint charity event, every glance, every shared smile had been dissected, slowed down, and set to romantic music on social media. The world speculated endlessly, even though only a handful of people actually knew the truth.
It was time to put that to rest because the world wasn't ready for the full story — not yet.
So, the night after the wedding, Lena opened Instagram. Her personal account — rarely used, followed by millions — hadn’t seen a post in nearly eight months. She selected six photos from her private collection, adjusted their order meticulously, and hit “share.”
---
Photo 1:
A slightly grainy, sun-soaked picture of two fourteen-year-old girls at summer camp. Kara’s hair was wild and windblown, her smile wide and freckled, the oversized blue camp T-shirt hanging loosely on her. Beside her, a small dark-haired girl stood with a shy but bright grin — Lena Luthor, before the weight of the world had found her. The innocence in their faces radiated decades of memories yet to come.
The caption didn’t say anything yet, but the comments exploded instantly.
“Wait… that’s L-Corp’s head scientist KARA DANVERS??”
“Lena Luthor knew Kara back then???”
“They’ve known each other THAT long???”
“Aw! This is so cute — childhood friends to lovers!”
The internet was curious — and confused.
---
Photo 2:
Another summer. Same camp. Kara was fifteen now, taller, with an arm casually draped around Lena’s shoulders. Lena’s head leaned naturally against her, her smile softer this time. The background was familiar — the lake, the trees, the sun dipping low on the horizon. They looked inseparable, already forming the unspoken bond that would carry them for years.
Comments poured in:
“Okay, but that’s the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen.”
“This looks like a teen romance movie.”
“Kara’s been in love with her since forever, fight me.”
“Aww, and here was Becca from HR, thinking she had a chance with that beefy blond.”
The tone of the comments shifted — teasing, affectionate, enamored.
---
Photo 3:
Another year. Kara sixteen, Lena smaller beside her, but now their stance was different. Kara’s arm wrapped gently around Lena’s waist. Lena wasn’t looking at the camera this time — she was looking at Kara. The sunlight caught her eyes, soft and unguarded. That single, candid moment — the world behind them fading into nothing, Lena’s gaze full of trust and love — sent the entire internet into meltdown.
“HELLO?? THIS IS THE SAME ENERGY AS ‘FIRST LOVE’.”
“No wonder they’re perfect together.”
“Wait, are we collectively realizing Lena and Kara have a decades-long romance arc???”
“Childhood friends to lovers are so much better than enemies to lovers.”
The likes skyrocketed. People were hooked.
---
Photo 4:
MIT graduation day. Lena was tugging Kara down by her gown collar, kissing her cheek as Kara laughed, eyes crinkled and radiant. The sunlight bounced off their hair, their laughter frozen in time. They both looked so young, so impossibly alive, and yet so certain in their bond.
“AND THEY WENT TO MIT TOGETHER???”
“Oh, they’re geniuses and soulmates, I can’t take this.”
“KARA DANVERS, THE LENA LUTHOR LOVE STORY CONTINUES.”
“OMG I REMEMBER SEEING THEIR NAMES TGT ON RESEARCH PAPERS!!”
At this point, the internet had fully shifted — no longer connecting Supergirl and Lena Luthor, only marveling at the lifelong romance blossoming right in front of them.
---
Photo 5:
Their first official press conference as CEO and Head Scientist of L-Corp. Lena in a sharp red dress, standing tall and commanding, and beside her, Kara in a sleek lab coat, tablet in hand, beaming proudly. The caption on this one simply read:
“The start of forever.”
Comments flooded in:
“This is power couple energy. I am deceased.”
“From camp love to corporate queens?? ICONIC.”
“If this isn’t love, I don’t know what is.”
“Look at the height difference, Lena is still shorter even in heels lmao.”
Memes, heart emojis, and awe-struck reactions flooded the feed. People were obsessed.
---
Photo 6:
The one that ended everything.
Kara in her deep blue wedding suit, Lena in her elegant ivory gown, mid-kiss, smiling so hard it was almost contagious. The sun caught Kara’s hair like molten gold. Kara’s hand pressed gently to Lena’s cheek, her wedding band glinting softly in the sunlight.
And under it, the caption that finally broke the internet:
“Forever and always with you.”
Nothing else. No hashtags. No grand statements. Just that.
---
Within hours, the post had millions of likes. Every news outlet picked it up.
The Daily Planet: “Lena Luthor Marries Longtime Partner Kara Danvers — A Love Story Years in the Making.”
CatCo Worldwide Media: “Power Couple of the Century: Luthor and Danvers Tie the Knot.”
Buzzfeed: “From Summer Camp to CEO: Lena and Kara’s Romance Timeline Will Make You Believe in Love Again.”
Most importantly — for the first time since Supergirl’s debut — not a single headline mentioned Supergirl and Lena Luthor in the same sentence.
The “SuperLuthor” tag disappeared overnight.
Because now the world knew the truth — or, at least, part of it.
Lena Luthor wasn’t pining after the Girl of Steel. She was devoted to Kara Danvers — brilliant, kind, slightly awkward Kara, who’d been by her side since they were kids.
And Supergirl? Well, she was just happy no one was accusing her of having a crush on her own wife anymore.
---
That night, Kara scrolled through Lena’s post for the hundredth time, cheeks aching from smiling.
“Do you think this’ll actually stop the shipping?” she asked, lying on the couch with her head in Lena’s lap, tracing faint patterns along the curve of her neck.
Lena arched an elegant brow, brushing a strand of Kara’s hair from her eyes. “Darling, the internet never stops shipping. They’ll probably start a new tag for us tomorrow.”
Kara groaned. “#LuthorDanvers?”
Lena smirked. “#MrsAndMrsSupergenius, perhaps.”
Kara laughed softly, tugging Lena down for a long, lingering kiss. “You’re impossible.”
“Mm,” Lena murmured, smiling against her lips. “And you love me for it.”
Kara looked up at her, heart full, whispering, “Forever and always.”
And somewhere, the world kept spinning — full of noise, chaos, and headlines — but for them, it all faded away.
Because finally, after years of secrets, summers, and shared skies, the universe had caught up to what they’d always known.
They were home.
Together.
Always.
---
Married life, as it turned out, suited Kara Luthor-Danvers beautifully.
Every morning began the same: with sunlight spilling through the sheer white curtains of their National City apartment, warm and golden, and the soft rhythm of Lena’s breathing beside her. Kara would blink awake to find Lena there — hair messy, lips parted slightly, skin glowing like porcelain kissed by the morning light — and she’d fall in love all over again.
It was ridiculous, really. After years of being together — through high school, MIT, L-Corp, alien attacks, wedding planning, and media storms — she still got butterflies watching Lena sleep. Sometimes, Lena would open one eye, groggy but smirking, and mumble, “Are you staring at me again, Danvers?”
And Kara would grin, shameless. “Every day, Mrs. Luthor-Danvers. It’s part of the vows.”
Lena would roll her eyes and kiss her anyway, soft and lingering, like a morning ritual only they shared. Kara would pull Lena close, letting the warmth of her body seep into her chest, anchoring her to a home she never thought she’d have.
---
By the second year of their marriage, the two of them had created something revolutionary. A piece of tech that used Kryptonian and human cellular compatibility to allow same-sex couples to have biological children — no donors, no complicated third-party genetics. Just them.
Kara remembered the night they finished it. Lena had stayed up for forty-eight straight hours, hair pulled into a messy bun, scribbling equations and muttering about cell replication rates while Kara made her alien-grade coffee, cups stacking higher by the hour. They tested it in the lab, the numbers matched perfectly, and when Lena looked up from the monitor with tears glinting in her green eyes, Kara lifted her right off the ground and spun her in circles, laughing until they were both dizzy.
“We did it,” Lena whispered against Kara’s neck, clutching at her shirt. “We really did it.”
“We did,” Kara whispered back, still spinning, voice cracking with joy. “Together.”
A few months later, Lena found out she was pregnant.
---
The day Lena told her, Kara actually broke a mug. Her enhanced strength had nothing on the shock that hit her chest when Lena shyly slid a small white box across the breakfast table. Inside was a little blue onesie with the words ‘Future Luthor-Danvers Genius’ embroidered across it in gold.
Kara stared at it for a solid ten seconds before she looked up, eyes wide, mouth hanging open. “Lena—are you—? You’re—you mean—?”
“Yes, darling,” Lena said, smiling through misty eyes. “We’re having a baby.”
Kara made a noise somewhere between a squeak and a Kryptonian battle cry, then practically launched herself over the table to hug Lena so tightly that the chair tipped over. Lena laughed, scolding, “Careful! I’m fragile now, you brute!”
Kara only kissed her temple and muttered, “You’re so perfect.”
---
Pregnancy with Lena Luthor-Danvers was both the most magical and most terrifying thing Kara had ever experienced.
Lena was radiant — glowing, soft in ways that made Kara’s heart ache in the best way possible. But she was also Lena, which meant she was running board meetings and overseeing experiments up until her eighth month, laptop balanced carefully on her bump, while Kara trailed after her like an anxious golden retriever, hovering over every step.
The people at L-Corp noticed.
“Kara, you’re following her again,” Jess teased one afternoon as Lena waddled through the lab, cool and composed in her fitted maternity dress.
“I am 'not' following,” Kara said, crossing her arms, a hint of defensiveness creeping into her voice. “I’m supervising. For safety reasons.”
Jess raised a brow. “Uh-huh. You mean hovering. You look like a bodyguard who’s also in love.”
“She’s pregnant,” Kara said, eyes flicking back to Lena as if she might suddenly vanish. “And I happen to love her.”
Lena called over her shoulder without turning around, “I can hear you, sweetheart. And yes, you’re hovering again.”
The lab burst out laughing. Kara pouted but didn’t argue. Of course, nobody dared tease Lena. The pregnant CEO had an aura of regal power — and even in her softest moments, everyone knew better than to cross her. But teasing Kara? That was safe, and endlessly entertaining.
Every time she saw Lena rest a hand on her stomach, Kara’s chest swelled with a warmth so deep it almost hurt. Every kick, every tiny hiccup from the baby made her heart leap in ways she never thought possible.
---
Then came November 2nd.
Kara would remember that day for the rest of her life — the crisp air, the soft hum of medical monitors, and the way Lena’s fingers squeezed hers so tightly she thought even her Kryptonian bones might break.
Hours passed. The world narrowed down to Lena’s breathing, Lena’s voice, Lena’s strength. And then, at 3:27 a.m., a small cry broke the air — sharp, new, beautiful.
The doctor smiled. “Congrats. It’s a healthy baby girl.”
Kara’s knees went weak.
They placed the baby in Lena’s arms first — a tiny, wrinkled thing wrapped in soft white, with a tuft of dark hair and eyes that blinked open to reveal the brightest blue Kara had ever seen. The same brilliant El-family blue.
“Hi there,” Lena whispered, voice trembling. “Hi, my little Leonia.”
Kara couldn’t breathe. She leaned in, pressing a trembling hand to her daughter’s cheek, and the baby’s tiny fingers curled around her thumb.
“She’s perfect,” Kara whispered, voice breaking.
“She’s ours,” Lena said softly, looking up at her. “We made her.”
Kara kissed Lena’s forehead, tears slipping down her cheeks. “You’re my home,” she murmured. “You and her — this is it. This is everything.”
---
The first months were chaos. Beautiful, exhausting chaos.
Leonia had a pair of lungs powerful enough to rival Kara’s own voice. She liked to wake up at three in the morning just to babble loudly, demand cuddles, and occasionally spit up on Kara’s chest. Kara, for all her powers, had never faced anything more terrifying than diaper duty.
Lena, sleep-deprived but still somehow stunning, laughed at Kara’s panicked fumbling with baby wipes. “You’ve literally fought intergalactic warlords, Kara. You can handle a diaper.”
“It’s different!” Kara whispered fiercely. “She’s tiny and fragile and she smells like Fritos!”
“Exactly,” Lena said, kissing her cheek. “And she’s ours.”
---
By the time Leonia was six months old, the L-Corp lab was basically baby-proofed. Kara’s co-workers still teased her endlessly.
“Dr. Danvers, your wife’s coming up the hall,” one intern whispered.
Kara immediately straightened up, brushing nonexistent dust off her shirt. “Oh, really?”
“She’s carrying the baby.”
“Okay, definitely taking my break now,” Kara said, already half-running for the door.
The teasing never stopped. But neither did Kara’s smile.
Because every day, she came home to them. To Lena — still the center of her universe — and to Leonia, their small, perfect miracle.
Evenings were quiet, cozy, and full of tiny rituals. Kara would bounce Leonia gently on her knee while Lena sipped tea, occasionally glancing up from a stack of L-Corp reports to grin at her family. Or they’d all sit on the balcony together, watching the city lights flicker, Kara humming softly as Leonia drifted off to sleep in her arms.
Every night, after the baby was asleep, Kara would lie beside Lena, their daughter’s soft breathing coming from the crib near the bed, and whisper, “I used to think home was Krypton. But it’s not. It’s here. With you.”
Lena would smile, sleepily tracing circles on Kara’s chest. “Welcome home, darling.”
And Kara would close her eyes, heart full, knowing that for the first time since leaving Krypton — she truly was.
Because home wasn’t a planet, or a city, or even a suit of armor.
Home was Lena. Home was Leonia. Home was this — messy, brilliant, chaotic, and perfect.
Forever and always.
---
By the time Leonia Luthor-Danvers turned four, she had officially become the tiniest and most beloved fixture of L-Corp.
It had started innocently enough — a “bring your kid to work” day that Lena swore would be a one-time thing. Kara had a late DEO briefing, and Lena was too soft to say no when their daughter, with her big blue eyes and tiny curls, begged, “Mommy, can I come see your shiny office again?”
So, Lena brought her.
And that, as Jess would later joke, was how L-Corp accidentally gained a new unpaid but highly adored intern.
---
On any given weekday, employees could spot the same sight like clockwork around 9 a.m.
Dr. Kara Danvers-Luthor — tall, beaming, glasses slightly askew — striding down the glass corridor toward the lab with a giggling toddler perched high on her shoulders.
“Good morning, everyone!” Kara would call cheerily, and little Leo would mimic, waving her tiny hand.
“Morning!” the staff chorused back.
“Morning!” Leo echoed, voice high and sweet. “I’m going to the lab!”
She always drew laughter. Some days she’d wear a little lab coat that Lena had custom-made, complete with an embroidered patch that read ‘Junior Scientist’. It was way too big for her, sleeves rolled up twice, but Leo wore it proudly, practically bouncing with excitement.
“Are you helping Mama today?” an intern would ask.
“I’m helping with science!” Leo would declare, puffing her chest. “And Mama said we’re gonna make something go whoosh!”
Kara would grin down at her, half-proud, half-panicked. “Uh — yes, but not too whooshy, right, starlight?”
Leo would nod seriously. “Just a tiny whoosh.”
---
The “tiny whoosh” day had become legend in the lab.
Leo had been sitting quietly (for approximately four minutes) while Kara calibrated a prototype plasma filter. Then, with the innocent curiosity of a Kryptonian toddler who could already lift small furniture, she pressed a glowing blue button.
The filter emitted a dramatic FWOMP sound — harmless, but impressive — and Kara almost dropped her clipboard.
“Leonia Luthor-Danvers,” Kara gasped, eyes wide.
Leo blinked up at her. “Was that the tiny whoosh?”
Half the lab burst into laughter. Kara sighed but smiled, scooping the giggling girl into her arms. “You’re lucky you’re adorable.”
Leo giggled, hugging Kara’s neck, while Kara’s glasses slid down her nose. Kara’s heart swelled to the point of aching — part pride, part disbelief, part a constant reminder that her life was messy and perfect all at once.
---
Some days, Leo followed her mommy instead.
Lena Luthor-Danvers, CEO of L-Corp, world-renowned genius, and one of the most powerful women alive, could often be seen in meetings with a toddler sitting in her lap, solemnly holding a pen like it was her CEO scepter.
“I’ll sign it, Mommy,” Leo would whisper when Lena reviewed contracts.
“Oh? You’ll sign my merger agreements for me?” Lena asked, smirking, voice gentle but amused.
“Yes,” Leo said seriously, scrawling a loop on Lena’s tablet stylus. “Now we’re partners.”
Lena bit back a laugh. “We’ve been partners since the day you were born, darling.”
Whenever the board had a long meeting, Jess quietly placed a small plush bear on Lena’s desk — Leo’s “office bear,” apparently a required employee.
During presentations, Leo liked to whisper commentary from Lena’s lap.
“Mommy, that man’s talking too much,” she’d murmur.
“Yes, sweetheart,” Lena whispered back. “He usually does.”
“You should tell him to stop.”
“Oh, I fully intend to.”
No one dared comment. Because, frankly, Lena Luthor with a toddler on her hip was even more intimidating than Lena Luthor alone.
---
By 6 p.m., when the building began to quiet, the same scene played out almost every day.
Kara would meet Lena by the elevator, still in her lab coat, her glasses perched low, hair slightly messy from the day. Lena, elegant even after a twelve-hour day, had Leo in her arms — the girl’s dark curls resting against Lena’s shoulder, thumb tucked in her mouth.
“Hey, princess,” Kara would whisper, kissing her daughter’s forehead. “Tired?”
Leo would mumble, “Mmhmm… I did big work, Mama.”
“Big work, huh?” Kara smiled, brushing a curl back. “Gotta rest up for tomorrow’s board meeting, then.”
Lena rolled her eyes fondly. “Don’t encourage her. She’s already negotiated bedtime three times this week.”
“I learned from Mommy,” Leo mumbled sleepily.
Kara laughed softly as they stepped out into the cool National City evening, hand in hand, their daughter snuggled between them.
By the time they reached the car, Leo was asleep, tiny head resting on Lena’s shoulder, her small hand clutching the lapel of Kara’s jacket.
They moved in quiet synchronicity — Kara opening the door, Lena settling Leo into her car seat, both pausing to look at her peaceful little face.
“She’s perfect,” Kara whispered, voice soft with awe.
Lena smiled tiredly, leaning against her. “She’s all us.”
Kara slipped an arm around her waist. “She’s our world.”
As they drove home through the twilight, city lights glinting like stars, Lena reached over and took Kara’s hand. Their fingers laced together easily, the same way they always had — steady, certain, unbreakable.
In the backseat, Leo sighed in her sleep and murmured something that sounded suspiciously like “science whoosh.”
Lena chuckled quietly. “She’s definitely your daughter.”
Kara beamed. “Ours, always.”
---
Back at home, they had a quiet routine. Kara would settle Leo into her bed, humming soft Kryptonian lullabies while Lena brewed chamomile tea. Afterwards, they’d sit together on the balcony, the night sky spread above, sharing a blanket and reminiscing about the tiny milestones of the day — Leo’s first attempt at reading a lab manual, the way she insisted on wearing two mismatched socks because “it’s science,” or the way she carefully tried to imitate Kara’s heroic poses.
Sometimes, Kara would hover her hand protectively over the balcony edge, half teasing, half worried. Lena would rest a hand on hers, leaning in, murmuring, “It’s okay, superhero. She’s safe. And so are we.”
Kara would smile, heart full, because home wasn’t Krypton, or National City, or even L-Corp.
Home was them. Lena. Leo. Their little family.
And in that quiet, perfect chaos, Kara realized — this was her universe.
No longer just the stars.
No longer Krypton.
Just them.
Together. Always.