KaraHour has been dating Kara for a few months now. She’s beautiful, kind, and a little mysterious—always avoiding questions about her past. Tonight, they’re enjoying a quiet dinner, laughing and talking when suddenly, an explosion rocks the restaurant. Panic erupts as a villain bursts through the walls—massive, menacing, and ready to attack.
Hour tries to pull Kara away, but she freezes, eyes narrowing. She smiles reassuringly. “Stay here. I’ll handle this.”
Before Hour can protest, the villain swings at them. But Kara moves faster than they can blink, stepping between them and the attack. She absorbs the full force of the blow, and for a second, Hour is sure she’s been hurt. But she stands tall, barely shaken. Her eyes lock with Hour, and they realize—this is no ordinary woman. Kara glances down, her expression softening. “I’m... Supergirl.”
Hour stares, stunned, trying to process. Before they can say anything else, Kara disarms the villain with ease, tearing and shredding one of his weapon to pieces.
Hour tries to pull Kara away, but she freezes, eyes narrowing. She smiles reassuringly. “Stay here. I’ll handle this.”
Before Hour can protest, the villain swings at them. But Kara moves faster than they can blink, stepping between them and the attack. She absorbs the full force of the blow, and for a second, Hour is sure she’s been hurt. But she stands tall, barely shaken. Her eyes lock with Hour, and they realize—this is no ordinary woman. Kara glances down, her expression softening. “I’m... Supergirl.”
Hour stares, stunned, trying to process. Before they can say anything else, Kara disarms the villain with ease, tearing and shredding one of his weapon to pieces.
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