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Supergirl is at National City Pride because of course she is. Kara knew for a fact that Kal attended Metropolis Pride some years and was a firm favourite there. Kara had gone as herself before but she was rather excited about her alter-ego making an appearance this year.
She checks her watch, straightens her cape, checks the alley below her fire escape and having long since had Winn disable the camera across the street, leaps out of the window. It is a beautifully clear and warm summer’s day, sparse angel hair clouds framing a sapphire sky.
Perfect weather for a celebration, Kara thinks, as she clings to the pouch of biodegradable and eco-friendly confetti under her arm. Astra, ever the reformed eco-terrorist General, had insisted upon these two factors when she got wind of Kara’s plan. Besides, Kara had too much of a soft spot for pigeons to use something toxic.
So here she was, about to turn onto the main street, when she hears jovial and excited cheering and screaming from the various, rainbow-clad crowds below. Her cape billows behind her and she turns her head down, showing her cheeks, one decorated with the bisexual flag and the other decorated with the traditional pride flag with the new black and brown stripes. Maggie had given her a very emotional nod as she stopped by her and Alex’s apartment earlier.
Looking down and seeing the crowds that had shown up to celebrate love, to protest bathroom bills, the disproportionate murder rate of trans women of colour, and fighting for LGBTQ+ rights in general makes her heart sing. These are the people she saves every day, that show themselves to be so worth it. They are the reason she dons the cape.
She distributes confetti into the crowds and touches down delicately on a clear piece of pavement as people stare and take pictures on their phones. She x-rays through the crowd to see Maggie and Alex on Alex’s bike with the Dykes on Bikes procession, two pride flags draped over each saddlebag. She sees Winn looking in a stall further down and James taking pictures with his trusty camera. She even sees the way her Aunt Astra grazes the back of Lucy’s hand delicately with her thumb and the smile Astra gives her. They must have something precious indeed, as, before Lucy, Kara was probably the only person still alive who had ever received a smile from Astra In-Ze. It had been very unexpected when she realised that there was something between her haughty, rather stand-offish aunt and the fierce and tiny Major. She once saw entirely too much of them both when she was looking for Alex at the DEO and that was…well, awkward.
But looking at it now, she knows that she shouldn’t have been surprised. They are good for each other, strong steel that bends only for the other.
She loves her ragtag band of misfits she calls her family. She would like to have a partner of her own someday, too.
But right now? Right now, she is perfectly content to wave and smile and take photos, rate the cuteness of various pooches (and an iguana with a rainbow beret), march with protestors and distribute hugs to queer teens.
Suddenly, though, she hears some less benevolent sounds. She strains her ears and hears spiteful voices yelling obscenities at the crowd. She flies towards the commotion, incensed.
There are homophobic crowds holding disturbing and hateful placards near the entrance to the park, that they brandish at anyone who comes too close. Facing them, with fury in her eyes, is a striking woman. She is currently trying to use logic and science to show them the error of her ways, citing examples of chromosomal variation and examples of homosexuality in nature.
She turns around, wide eyed and surprised as Kara lands. Then she smirks and Kara can almost see the gears turning as she formulated her plan. Her silky charcoal hair shines in the sun and looks almost russet as it catches the light, the metallic strip on her rainbow hairtie glinting in the light, olive eyes sparkling deviously.
She leans in towards Supergirl and Kara has to fight not to swoon in her presence. The mysterious woman whispers in her ear:
“If you are consenting and happy with the consequences, we could kiss and give this odious woman a show like she’s never seen before. How about it, Supergirl?” She looks positively wolfish.
Oh Rao. Oh yes.
Kara leans forward gently and takes those ruby lips in her own, tugging gently on the woman’s adorable rainbow suspenders, her hands making their way up the collar of her shirt and settling on her warm and flushed cheeks. The woman, for her part, fists the supersuit firmly, before grasping at Kara’s golden curls, and a soft debate with tongues starts, the kiss becoming less PG by the second, both of them getting lost in the other’s eyes. The homophobic crowd seethes and yells, but so too does the crowd around them, whooping and clapping and laughing. Kara is sure that she hears some wolf-whistling, but to her it is as if she and the woman she is currently kissing are the only two people in the world.
The moment ends as all moments do, when a disgruntled man sprays his water bottle at them. And still they can’t help but laugh, the beautiful woman’s laughter a rich melodious sound that reminds Kara of an anthropomorphic harp.
Alas, a few seconds later, Kara hears some sirens twenty blocks down and tells the brunette so, lamenting that their time together was so short. As she flies away, she hears a faint, almost wistful voice say:
“‘til we meet again, Supergirl.”
Oh Rao, Kara Zor-El is royally screwed.