Chapter 10Notes:Yo!
Chapter TextDaisy stared at the huge amount of mattresses. "How do we even start?"
"Most people start with whether they want a firm or soft mattress," Kara offered from where she was standing next to her.
She blew out a breath, right, she could do that. "Is there a word for not as hard as a bunk on a plane but still has back support?"
"Medium firm, I think?" Kara's eyes alighted on a poor shmuck in the mattress uniform. "We can ask!"
Daisy kind of hated that they probably did need someone. She needed furniture. Also apparently to find a way to sell at least five or six gold bars cause furniture and mattresses were apparently as horrifyingly expensive as paint, counters, and shit had been. A large part of Daisy wanted to do what she always had done in situations like this, find something that'd work, grab it, and then move on. But…she didn't want to do that for the apartment. So she followed along behind Kara toward the salesperson.
"Hi, Maria! My friend here needs some help?" Kara chirped with one of her easy and brilliant smiles.
Daisy wondered how much of it was genuine and how much was acting. Because who Kara was when she wasn't done up as Kara Danvers was different, and so was Kara done up as Supergirl. It was subtle, there was truth to all of the ways she presented herself. Daisy shook off the thought.
"Of course," Maria turned to Daisy, "What are you looking at getting?"
She let herself wince slightly. "Um, kind of everything? For a bedroom?"
"What do you already have?" Maria asked clearly expecting a list or parameters or something.
Daisy sighed, "I'm fresh out of the Air Force and I signed up the day I turned eighteen. I have an empty apartment and enough belongings to fit in a duffle bag. I don't have a bed frame, mattress, tables, any of that stuff you're supposed to have for a room."
Maria's eyes lit in a way that said that she got paid commission. "Do you have the measurements of your bedroom?"
"We do!" Kara happily cut in while pulling out an honest to god paper planner and opening up to the lists of measurements and the sketched-out floorplan of the apartment. She had not been kidding when she said she had learned home improvement as a child.
Maria had refocused on Kara clearly identifying who the actual one to sell to was. "Wonderful, what size of bed are we thinking?"
Daisy sighed, it was going to be a long day. Also…did she want a big bed? "Um…I don't know?"
"Let's go look at some options so you can get a better idea of what your choices are and what might work best for your lifestyle," Maria suggested while directing them toward the bedframes.
Daisy stared at the bedframe. "No, it needs to be sturdy more than anything else." She was not getting a bed which a singular nightmare was going to break. Or sex, cause her powers were harder to control when her heart rate spiked. She was not going to think about how pathetically long it'd been since she'd hooked up with someone. It was just depressing.
"Why not this one then?" Kara pointed to a minimal frame design, it was a mix of wood and metal. "It's built well, and there's room for storage underneath if you want."
Daisy considered that she could and probably should expand how many weapons and just useful gear she had. It wasn't like SHIELD was around with bunkers of the stuff as needed anymore. Was stealing the gear she wanted from the army base a few miles out unethical? Probably. Was it also funny and the easiest method considering they were concerningly easy to infiltrate? Yes, yes, it was. Actually, since she was apparently getting a queen bed there'd be room for a rocket launcher, she'd always wanted one of those. "It'd go with the colors, I think?"
"It will look lovely with the colors, though you might want to go with green for the sheets. If you get too many blues it'll make the pallet cold despite the purple." Kara said with conviction.
Daisy just nodded, thank god Kara knew about color. Cause outside of fashion, Daisy wasn't really sure what to do with color design in buildings. "So green for the sheets? Wait, how many sets of sheets do I need?"
"At least three." Kara laid a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry, they can all be different colors or patterns."
"I should have gotten a smaller apartment." Daisy was enjoying this, but also…why was there so much?
Kara was flipping through her planner, "So that's a mattress, check, bedframe, check, two bedside tables, check, a lamp, check, a dresser, check, and a mirror. I think that's everything we needed from this store unless you want something else?"
"We're doing the rest online," Daisy replied, staring at the quietly pleased by her imminent commission Maria. "We can get this delivered to the apartment yes?"
Kara was pouting, "But then we can't go to thrift stores to find you the perfect table and chairs, or the perfect couch!"
"We can eat extra potstickers while looking for the perfect table and chairs as well as the right couch if we do it online." Daisy countered with, because thrifting sounded very much not her style. Or maybe her style if she wasn't trying to put together an entire organized life on a time crunch. Months of slowly growing into a tiny studio apartment probably would have made thrifting for cool pieces of furniture fun. Getting it all done at once for a larger apartment sounded terrible. Also, she'd avoided thrift shops once she could. Having clothing and things that hadn't been someone else's first was…it mattered. "Come on, we can get lunch after we pay for this."
Daisy was enjoying eating burgers in the food court at the mall when she noted the look on Kara's face. "Go for it, I'll make it back on my own just fine."
"I'm sorry," Kara got up. "I promise, I'll make it up to you."
Daisy tossed a fry at Kara, laughing because that was ridiculous. "Go, it's fine."
Kara's face had a curious crinkle, and then she was taking off at the fastest human speed possible.
Shaking her head, Daisy grabbed her soda and sipped at it. So her afternoon was open then. She hummed, she had some ideas. First, finishing up her lunch. Cause, god she was never going to get sick of eating hot delicious food. Crappy base food was the worst.
Daisy was watching the world around her with her eyes less than with her powers. Because in a world like this with as many aliens in it, there had to be a community. A community who weren't Inhumans, but they needed help. And Daisy was tired of leaving people like her behind, barely being able to help them so she could uphold the greater good. Maybe…maybe she could actually be allowed to help the people who needed it the most instead of playing the numbers game this time?
So here she was absently wandering down the streets of National City concentrating on the vibrations of the people around her, trying to pick out an alien. Kara's vibrations were so distinctly 'not-human'. They were denser and brighter almost? It was distinct in a way that was impossible to miss. Other aliens were less obviously noticeable. Or, the ones she'd noticed so far. And she had noticed them.
The busboy at Noonans whose bones felt hollow. The school bus driver that went by the apartment building every morning who felt like they were made of almost pure water. A half dozen others she'd picked up on since arriving on this world. There were more aliens than Inhumans, by a vast degree if Daisy's guess at the situation on this world was right. Asgard was shit at protecting Earth, but they apparently had kept it off the alien refugee path for everyone but the Skrulls.
Still, what she was looking for wasn't just any one of the probably couple thousand aliens in National City. It was something like a community, a network. She knew where to look, it wasn't in the high-budget, expensive neighborhoods like where Catco was. The poorer, less monitored areas. Not too poor, there'd be too much police attention there. A neighborhood where not everyone had bars over the windows, but some did. Signs that flickered a bit, but weren't growing algae yet. A pocket of poverty amongst the rich shiny aesthetic of the city.
Daisy kept her hands stuffed in her pockets, using her peripheral vision and her feel of vibrations, she meandered through the right neighborhoods, waiting to see it. And she'd know it when she saw it. In fact, there. She turned on her heel and headed down the alley. The walls of the building were covered in paint, peeling posters, graffiti, a dumpster that had the smell of food waste, and some trash on the ground, but for a back alley, it was clean. And that was a camera by the heavy metal door.
She stopped at the door and slid it open, it was just slightly too heavy for even a strong human to be able to open it easily. Daisy slipped in looking at the bar she'd entered. It was dingy, but on a bar scale, it wasn't that bad. She'd been in far, far worse. It was mostly clean, the dark outdated furniture and poor lighting a dime a dozen for bars. There was a black woman behind the counter of the bar, cleaning glasses, clearly having just started opening the place up. And her vibrations were…wiggling. Not that that made any sense, but they were.
Daisy walked towards the bar, she clocked two or three less outwardly human-appearing patrons hidden in dark corners. Two of whom were clearly passed out still from the night before. She slid onto a barstool at the counter. "Hey, bit early for alcohol, you have coffee?"
"Want anything with that coffee?" The bartender flicked her towel over her shoulder, turning and picking up the ancient-looking coffee pot and pouring it into a chipped white mug. She slid the mug across the counter to her.
Daisy smiled slightly. "Thanks, and do you have sugar and cream?"
"You're new in the city?" The bartender asked as she pushed sugar over, no cream.
Daisy dumped sugar into her coffee. "That obvious?"
"I've worked this job for a long time." The woman replied, which neatly didn't give much away.
She held out her hand, elbow on the bar top. "I'm Daisy, you?"
"M'gann," The woman took her hand shaking it before pulling back.
Daisy's lips curled, yeah, she'd picked the right place. "I got here a couple of weeks ago. Still figuring things out, have any tips?"
"Have any support here in the city?" M'gann asked, her face and expression serious but not particularly closed off.
She gave a tip of her head. "Whole studio apartment, new job, and a friendly neighbor who is like us, but she's human-raised."
"Then keep your head down, you pass enough you'll have enough time to figure out how things work." M'gann offered out as her advice.
Daisy curled her hands around the mug of coffee, using her powers to swirl the coffee, mixing the sugar in. "Well, that's depressing. Always been this dangerous or is it a new thing with the higher scrutiny since Supergirl?"
"They're new to the wider galaxy." M'gann tapped her knuckles on the bartop, "Take care of yourself."
She hummed, "You guys at least have karaoke night?"
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Kara dropped the radioactive alligator into the cell in the DEO. "So it's a regular alligator?"
"Drug dealer kept it as a pet and dumped it in alien goop for some reason, Ma'am." Vasquez answered as she locked the cell.
Her face scrunched, "That's just so weird."
"Understanding stupidity isn't the job, Ma'am."
Kara pouted but headed back to the command center. She could feel her spine straightening from the side looks she got. It was uncomfortable, had been worse since RedK, since Alex left. She pushed down the discomfort, keeping her chin up, and shoulders back as she headed for where she could hear Lucy's heartbeat.
"Supergirl," Lucy raised her coffee cup from where she was bent over a computer screen. She straightened, her back popping. "Thank you for handling the radioactive swamp life."
She didn't like the dark circles under Lucy's eyes, or how worn out she looked. Kara fell in at Lucy's shoulder as Lucy started moving for her next fire to put out. "Have you had lunch?"
"You packed me spaghetti and meatballs for lunch," Lucy replied, and oh they were heading toward J'onn's…Lucy's office. "Which was delicious actually, I didn't know you cooked."
Kara couldn't help the pep in her step. "Daisy made it, she's been excited about learning how to cook."
"Huh, well hopefully she keeps it up." Lucy waited till the door shut to keep speaking. "We need to go back over your debrief from yesterday."
Kara munched on a granola bar as she sat on a chair in the secret base at Catco. It was frustrating that she couldn't do her work as an assistant. Patty from the temp agency would be filling in for her, and she'd leave it a mess. Ms. Grant's personal schedule was going to be in shambles. But, extra time as Supergirl…she was torn.
"Kara!" Winn excitedly rushed over. "Should you be here? Ms. Grant will lose her mind if she finds out you are here while you're supposed to be home."
Kara pointed at the Supersuit she was currently in. "I can fly away before she can catch me."
"Oh right," Winn shrugged and then walked over to his computer setup. "Do you need a crime to stop? Cat up a tree to save?"
Kara hesitated, "I wanted to see how you were doing after Siobhan?" She pushed the donut box towards him.
His shoulders crumpled. "I asked if I could talk to her, she doesn't want to see me. I think this means we're broken up."
"I'm sorry Winn," Kara had no idea how he could like someone that awful, but he'd really liked her.
He leaned back in his chair, "I don't know what I did wrong, why wouldn't she talk to me? She was so scared and I was trying to help but…she didn't want my help."
"Hey, you did the best that you could," Kara leaned forward. "And whether she likes it or not, she's at the DEO now and maybe she will get help."
Winn nodded, "Do you think it'd be stupid to write her a letter?"
"No, I don't think that's stupid at all." Kara ached for her friend, for his hurt.
He visibly pushed it down. "What about you and James? He's been twitchy, he's so jealous of your new neighbor. Is that a thing he should be jealous of? Because if you are into women, I would be totally cool with that."
"Winn," She sighed, she didn't want to talk about how Kryptonians saw relationships. It was just one more way she was different. "I don't know, shouldn't it be easier than this? If he likes me enough to be jealous why doesn't he want me enough to date me?"
Winn's hands twitched, "I don't know? But he said he needed time, maybe if you just wait he'll be ready soon?"
Kara looked at the collar of Winn's shirt, it was plaid and had a nice green pattern. "I was so certain about him, all 'whapow' and everything! But it hasn't felt right like that for a while? I get all queasy and anxious and I feel like a hamster in a wheel!"
"You'd make a very Super hamster?" Winn offered, he gave her a faintly strained smile. "We can be eternally single together."
She breathed out and it hurt, but she nodded. "Yeah, best friends forever." Kara smiled softly and kind of sadly at him. "How's the temp managing Ms. Grant?"
"We're on the third one today." Winn shook his head. "I think she's taking out her feelings from yesterday on them."
Kara shook her head, Ms. Grant was really bad about doing that. But at least her wrath wasn't directed at her this time? "Maybe tell tomorrow's temp to get her a Big Belly cheeseburger and put it on top of the salad she orders?"
"Will do," Winn gave a playful salute. "It'll be good to have you back once you can stop pretending to have a concussion though."
There was a warm sensation at knowing she was missed. "I wish I didn't have to pretend to be concussed."
"Well, your Super secret didn't get outed and you get a vacation. I don't think that's too terrible. How's Daisy's hand by the way? It was bleeding everywhere. Cat had to have maintenance clean the outside of the windows where it'd dripped down and soap the carpet to get the drips off."
Kara still felt sick at the reminder of Daisy pulling the actual glass out of her hand! Like it was nothing! "She's been wearing a glove to keep the bandages in place."
"I can't believe she jumped out of a window for you! I mean it was scary enough seeing you get thrown out of the window!" Winn ran a hand through his hair.
She completely agreed, but the conversation came to a quick end as the police scanner went off, fire on 12th street.
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Lucy was exhausted, but she was going to sleep tonight so it was fine. She just had to not lose her composure for this video call. Pulling up the privacy settings on J'onn's…her office, and dialed. She kept herself settled into the familiar security of the military as the video call connected. "General."
"Director," Her father's face was as unforgiving as always, and knew better than to read pride into any small part of his expression. "You said you had something to report?"
Lucy refused to flinch, 'hi to you to dad'. "Thoughts on the airman whose records I told you to pull?"
"Johnson?" He made what would have been an interested face if he was someone else, but on him was a faint twitch of his jowl. "Not that most of her record is available," Which fuck, classified to the point even her father a four-star General didn't have much access? "But valuable soldier. Tough, skilled, a real hero unlike Supergirl, but a liability if you're thinking of recruiting her to the DEO."
Lucy barely kept from raising a brow, he had gotten more access than she had then. Or was making more conjecture than she was willing to make? "Liability?"
"The records of her final mission would have been above your access. Some of it is still classified for me, but I read enough to know she and her unit went on a mission behind enemy lines, local contact sold them out, the mission went to hell. The whole unit went MIA for three months, she popped back up. The original mission parameters were not accomplished, whole unit dead, she got sent to a German medical facility for treatment for extensive torture, and then slotted for medical discharge, a purple heart and a commendation for bravery. Not her first purple heart or commendation for bravery either."
Lucy's eyes narrowed slightly, "And that makes her a liability?"
"She put the unit above the mission, above her country, but both above herself. Not the kind of soldier who follows orders, too loyal, but can't criticize the woman's grit." Her father clasped his hands in front of himself. "It's a pattern in her file, she won't sacrifice her unit to stop the monsters in the night, but she'll take a bullet for you and is effective. Your mess to deal with if you recruit her. Don't let her make the calls, the Air Force didn't give her command for a reason."
It was faintly rewarding to have her call on Johnson confirmed. She hadn't been wrong. And if Johnson was being run by someone else, it wasn't her father. "I didn't recruit her to the DEO, but I did contract her out for surveillance of a high-risk target."
"Interesting, why tell me, it wasn't for added intel." And he was waiting in judgment.
Lucy took pleasure in surprising her father. "Because effective immediately I have Supergirl's civilian identity under surveillance. You were right, she needs to be controlled, and I needed someone crazy enough to surveil a Super and have a chance at survival if it goes wrong."
The pride and pleasure on his face were less welcome than the shock. But she couldn't be openly fighting wars on every front. Nominal allies were needed, which meant she needed her father's support. For now. So Lucy didn't balk at her father's pride in the sign of her doing what he thought was necessary.
Chapter 11Notes:(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter TextKara flopped down face-first across the couch and groaned in relief.
"At least the public isn't running and screaming at the first glimpse of you, mostly?" Daisy offered laughter in her voice from where she was cooking something that smelled very nice.
She pressed her forehead into the cushions of the couch. "It's not fair, humans get to run their cars into things on purpose because they're angry, all day, dozens of them, just because the temperature is elevated and I can't even flex."
"Oh, it's very fucked up and unfair. But even if things are getting better for you, it's not going to go away." Daisy set something on the counter from the sound of it. "Come on, we're going out."
Kara frowned, looking up, her neck twisting as she looked at Daisy. "Why? Where?"
"Moping over ice cream isn't going to help you with this one." Daisy turned the oven off, walked over, and nudged her foot. "Come on, we need to get out of our apartments for something just fun."
She squinted suspiciously at Daisy, "Where are we going?"
"I found a bar, I think it's exactly the kind of place that'd do you some good." Daisy gave the super-suit a pointed look. "You're going to need to change."
Kara realized that Daisy was dead serious. "Do we have to?"
"We do." Daisy's face was smugly serious. "Come on, out of the suit, into something civilian."
She sighed, but she'd be lying to say she wasn't a little excited, and a little dubious. "What kind of bar is it? I don't have leather."
"It's the kind of place you can just be you, so whatever you want." Daisy's head tipped to one side slightly. "But I'd say go casual, denim wouldn't be out of place."
Kara looked over at her rack of few remaining outfits she hadn't incinerated with heat vision. What would Alex suggest? Blue, Alex always said blue. And jeans? She had jeans. Daisy said denim, so blue shirt and jeans? It was so much easier when the dress code was established and clear.
Kara wasn't entirely sure a grey sweater over a blue oxford and jeans was the right look, but Daisy hadn't said it was wrong, so she was hopeful. She followed her out of the apartment complex. "Your car is parked in the other direction?"
"It is, but we're about to drink and if I get so much as a scratch on it Robbie will figure out how to follow me to this reality out of sheer supernatural vengeance. And having my vengeance demon ex-something cry about his car sounds terrible. He's already going to be pissy I borrowed it." Daisy waved off.
Kara wasn't sure where to start with that. "Ex-something?"
"We were both in a rough place, he was being compelled by a magical spirit of demonic vengeance to drag murderers and pedophiles and garbage to hell, while I was chasing down anti-Inhuman terrorists. We met up, tried to beat the crap out of each other, he managed it, realized we had overlapping goals, and worked together on some stuff while our interests aligned. He's a good guy, if the timing had been different maybe we'd have been something. It wasn't though."
She blinked at that, "And you stole his car?"
"Borrowed, he's a magical vengeance demon who can travel between worlds. I figure he'll show up for it at some point." Daisy shrugged, throwing a grin over her shoulder at Kara. "Don't worry, he's good people, and I'm paying for his brother's college. He's going to be pissy, not angry."
Kara sort of understood that. She paused looking at the alley Daisy had led them to. "Why are we in the back alley behind the apartment?"
Daisy turned facing her, shaking her arms out. "Well, I did say flying someplace could happen. I mean what I do is more jumping, but figured it'd be more fun than the bus or an Uber. That cool?"
"But we're not in costume?" Kara babbled, why was she babbling? She'd been excited at the thought of someone else who could fly!
Daisy's head tilted back, "Well, it's twilight, and if we get high enough and land precisely, it'll be fine." She grinned at Kara, and then there was a hard gust of wind and she shot straight up.
Kara laughed flying up after her friend, wind through her hair was cool with the fading heat from the day. She realized what Daisy meant about more jumping than flying, the woman's arch slowed as she hit the peak of the curve, laughter, and excitement on her face, and then she was falling back downwards. "Do you want me to catch you?" Kara wasn't sure if she should grab her or not.
Daisy just laughed, "I'm good!" She did a somersault in the air before cushioning herself at the last second before landing on the roof of an older building.
She alighted on the roof by her side, looking around. It wasn't a part of the city she spent a lot of time in, but she'd stopped a corner shop robbery up the road. "I didn't know there was a bar here?"
"You're not supposed to notice it," Daisy turned, her face serious. "You can never, ever tell anyone connected to the DEO that this place exists. No matter how much you trust them."
Kara stilled, and the seriousness there felt like a physical thing. Her shoulders fell back, a quiet certainty settling inside of her. "I promise."
"Great, let's go then," And Daisy stepped off the edge of the building dropping down to the shadowed alley below.
Kara sighed but floated down after her. She straightened her glasses, this was just an alley? But she followed Daisy's lead towards a metal door in the brick wall about halfway down. She could hear, barely, the sound of an old rock ballad on the other side and the quiet murmur of voices?
Daisy opened the metal door, reached back, catching Kara's hand, and pulled, actually hard enough to move her, through the door and into the warm if dimly lit bar inside.
"Why is the…" Kara's words faded out as she realized the patron by the jukebox had green skin. Her eyes couldn't stop moving then as she realized, aliens, everyone here were aliens. There were a couple of lightly blue-skinned people with white hair and the faintest tiny blue horns.
It didn't stop there, at the bar was a Tsauron with their yellow scales so distinctive of their species. He was wearing a garbageman uniform, looking like any hard-working human at the bar. He was talking to a grey-skinned and wide-eyed woman who was Criq if Kara was right. There were a dozen other people, aliens throughout the bar.
Kara's throat felt horribly tight and thick all at once. Her eyes were wet, as she looked at Daisy, needing confirmation. Her voice was barely a croaky whisper. "Daisy, what is this place?"
"Alien bar," Daisy squeezed her hand, the understanding on her face burned, and then she gently pulled Kara toward the bar.
It wasn't an act as she stumbled slightly as it sunk in. Everyone here was like her and they weren't hurting people, or trying to conquer something, or burning down banks, she didn't have to fight them. People who knew of the worlds beyond Earth. She wanted to cry.
The bartender walked over, "Back again, going to order something besides coffee this time?"
"Do you have that like bright blue stuff they shove a ton of sushi-looking shit into they sell on Kitson here, M'gann?" Daisy asked, grin on her face.
M'gann, the bartender, grabbed a purple glass bottle, "Shots or mixed?"
"I was so high on the puffy things when I had it, so sober now, which is best if I want an actual buzz?" Daisy's knuckles tapped on the bartop slightly, an easy rapport that apparently she could have with everyone.
Kara let herself touch the bartop. It was real, she'd never imagined anything like this before.
M'gann grabbed a tall glass and filled it half up, before grabbing a bottle of something green, she looked at Daisy before she poured, "You're not reptilian of any kind are you?"
"No," Daisy grinned, "Warm-blooded on both sides."
The bartender nodded, and poured, before passing it over as Daisy slid a debit card over. She looked at Kara, "Same for you as for your friend?"
"I…" Kara didn't know. Was this alcohol that would affect her?
Daisy squeezed Kara's hand she still hadn't let go of, "You left your planet as a kid right? What's something your parents would have drank with like dinner or something?"
"Alderaanian rum, my father and uncle used to drink it after dinner sometimes." Kara's voice was soft.
Daisy smiled, and then looked to M'gann, "Do you have that?"
"We have it," M'gann replied easily, kind understanding on her face.
Daisy hummed, "Does that mix well with anything sweet?"
"It can," M'gann turned to get things.
Daisy released Kara's hand, turning so she was facing Kara fully, instead of looking over the bar. "Don't worry, I got you."
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Daisy knew Kara was overwhelmed. It was a few different things if Daisy was reading her right. And Daisy'd known it before, but it was sinking in just how human and isolated from her… just her identity Kara had been kept for her own protection. It was sad. And Daisy didn't understand it exactly, but she could help before Kara ended up bawling on M'gann. So the second M'gann set Kara's rum and orange juice drink on the counter, Daisy reached out, grabbed both of their drinks and took a step backward. She could see M'gann had noticed some of what Daisy had. "Keep that tab open, if you don't mind." She caught Kara's eye, "Come on, over here."
Kara followed, looking slightly surprised. "Booth?"
"Booth," Daisy answered, easily sliding into an empty booth, and setting both their drinks down. This was supposed to be fun, not that there was anything wrong with Kara possibly crying from being overwhelmed, but she had a feeling Kara would be embarrassed and miserable about it. "So, not a big bar person?"
Kara shook her head, "No, they were more Alex's thing."
"I was always more into clubs," Daisy took a drink of hers, it wasn't carbonated but still felt sparkly on her tongue. "The dancing and music, not that I haven't been in plenty of seedy bars. Seediest bar by far was on Kitsen, which you guys have too, that was a guess, but figured the outer edge of space crime corner was likely to exist in the same system no matter who was in charge. The location was too prime for that kind of thing. Evil scum and villainy, but really good drinks and wildly good drugs."
And as Daisy spoke, Kara looked less and less on the edge of falling apart. And Kara had been apparently paying attention because she burst out with. "You did drugs at an alien crime bar?"
"Technically yes, but Davis offered us the puffies and we didn't know they were like LSD to humans or human adjacent like me. Figured it out about halfway into the bar and too late to turn back then." Daisy shrugged, a grin on her face. "World was very loopy, and I won the bar fight."
Kara groaned, her shoulders slumping as she leaned against the table. "Why are all your stories like this?"
"I mean I could try and be humble and fail?" Daisy kicked at Kara's foot, "You doing ok?"
Kara flushed slightly, looking around the bar, "How did you find this place?"
"I can feel everything, all the time." Daisy reached out, poking Kara's hand, and made Kara's bones vibrate the faintest amount. "Your vibrations are denser than a human's. I figured if there was a place like this, it'd be in this kind of neighborhood, poor, but not so poor as to be crawling with cops, fewer cameras in the area, and then I just had to find the place with people who didn't feel like humans vibrationally. Took me an hour, but I was right, there's enough aliens on Earth to support a real community here. Not a healthy one from the look of it, but still one all the same."
Kara nodded slowly, her eyes still being drawn to the rest of the place. "I never would have imagined a place like this."
"What, your planet didn't have bars? Or were you too dignified for such common activity?" Daisy teased, it was always fascinating to hear about Krypton, and Kara was always just filled with a range of emotions and a depth and realness that didn't come out very often when she spoke about it.
Kara softened, her fingers touching her glass. "We did, but we lacked the kind of poverty and lack of order required for a place like this. Or I think we did, but I was a child of a great house, if we had such places, I would not have been permitted near them."
"So, does that mean this is your first drink that can affect you?" Daisy was def going to have to keep an eye on her and make sure she didn't overdo it if that was the case. Drunk Kara would probably be hilarious, but no one, including Kara, would want her to find out what being black-out drunk was like. And, probably getting any kind of actually drunk would be bad.
Kara looked at her drink and lifted it to her mouth and took a hesitant sip with a delighted smile on her face. "It's sweet!"
"That's the juice." Daisy grinned, nudging her foot under the table again while leaning back in her seat. "Maybe a few mixed drinks before you venture into the land of hard alcohol shots."
Kara as a person was filled with something that was so warm it burned Daisy, "Thank you, for all of this."
Daisy felt like squirming away from the genuine, unfettered gratitude and just everything from Kara. It was just a bar…but even Daisy knew it was more than that. She'd cried at realizing she belonged at Afterlife and nearly cried when she first got her SHIELD badge. Belonging mattered. "Yeah, anytime. And hey, it's more your place than mine. I mean I'm only a quarter alien."
"That's silly, I bet if I sequenced your DNA it'd be wildly different than human DNA." Kara raised her glass, looking pleased with herself and slightly nervous, "We're supposed to toast to something right?" It was cute, moments when Kara seemed to be checking she was doing the right thing, the human thing.
Daisy lifted up her own glass and lightly tapped it against Kara's, "To having a good time, then?"
"To having a good time!" Kara beamed.
Daisy sipped at her drink, she'd made the right choice. Her eyes widened at just how much of her drink Kara downed at that. "Easy!" She laughed, "You don't want that hitting you all at once."
"But it's yummy," Kara's pout wasn't effective, she was smiling too much.
She snorted, "And you can have another one after it, you don't want to trash yourself."
"I've never been drunk before," Kara's nose wrinkled, "It doesn't look very nice."
Daisy shrugged, "It can be, it can also be the worst."
"How old were you when you first got drunk?" Kara asked curiosity, but there was something there Daisy couldn't quite read underneath it.
She still tilted her head in thought, "Uh…thirteen, a foster brother had a friend who got him a bunch of Everclear. We thought we were very cool passing a couple of bottles around in paper bags in this old shopping mall parking lot at like midnight. It was kind of great till the police got called. Hard to run when you're drunk off your ass."
"Oh no, did you get in a lot of trouble?" Kara was laughing.
Daisy nodded, "Some community service and a very unhappy nun picked me up from the police station the next morning."
"Nun?" Kara's brow crinkled.
She blinked, "Oh yeah, no, the foster parents sent Ben and me both right back. Didn't want hoodlums in their house after that. Pretty typical, police getting called, getting expelled, gets you sent back so fast your head would spin. Wasn't a big loss, I never stayed anywhere long enough to really get attached by then." Daisy couldn't help laughing at Kara's face, she pointed at herself, "Delinquent troublemaking hoodlum, it takes skill to have a police record by sixteen. I have it on good authority, I'm a terrible influence."
"That's horrible," Kara protested.
Daisy sipped at her drink, she should ask for one of the little umbrella things in the next one. "I mean yeah, but could have been worse. What about you, do you have some scandalous stories in there? Dumb shenanigans for a hot college boy?"
"I…I've never really had a boyfriend?" Kara took a very long drink of her alien rum, cheeks turning very red, eyes riveted on the table.
Daisy opened and then shut her mouth. "Wait, what?"
"I've tried!" Kara flushed hard. "And sometimes we even date for a few weeks? But it never works out. Human dating is weird, and I broke the nose of the first boy who kissed me! Even if I don't break their noses it's just all awkward, and how am I supposed to explain I'm an alien to them if it is starting to maybe not be terrible when we've just started dating? And humans do it all weirdly. It's just frustrating!"
That was…a lot. Daisy considered that it made a lot of sense actually if she remembered that no matter how human Kara looked, she wasn't. "On your planet, how would it have worked?"
Kara looked at her, surprised at the question, but then she answered. "The Matricomp would have found the most suitable, most compatible partner for us on the planet. Once two people were found compatible our Houses would negotiate and we would be introduced. Then a period of courtship before being bonded as mates before the jewel of truth and honor. And then you were mated for eternity."
"Wait, so you guys didn't pick your own partners at all?" Daisy balked at that, she would not have functioned well on Krypton at all.
Kara bit at her lower lip, "Sometimes? If two high houses wished to be united their children would submit to the Matricomp to be evaluated for if they were compatible. If they were they would be wed, if not they could not be. Matricomp's decisions were final and could never be changed. Sometimes, two people may wish for a mating and bring their pairing before the Matricomp, but such a thing was unusual."
"So arranged but if you liked someone you could request to see if you could be together?" Daisy checked.
Kara nodded, "And you knew you and your mate would be together forever. There was none of this dating and then breaking up, or divorce? Even if you never latched with your mate, you would be loyal companions and confidants, though it was rare not to."
"Wait, no divorce? Not even separating, nobody talks about it, but they're basically divorced divorce?" Daisy's eyes widened as she processed, that was insane.
Kara shook her head, "Never."
"Wow, that is…crazy impressive I think? Ok, so latching is sex?" Daisy was fascinated as she sipped at her drink. She really should have assumed Krypton would be different like this.
Kara's cheeks definitely had a slightly pink shade to them, but she shook her head. "No, um latching is slightly psychic? It's two minds harmonizing, but also emotional? You see your mate and they are yours and they harmonize with you? It's difficult to explain. We only can latch once. It's different than sex, but um…"
"You guys reproduced through the matrix." Daisy's head cocked to one side. "Did you even do sex?"
"Um sometimes? It was private. No one talked about it." She leaned forward. "It was a scandal when Aunt Laura became pregnant with Kal, it was the first natural birth in hundreds of years!"
Daisy couldn't help her amusement at that, "So pretty scandalous they had sex? Or was it the pregnancy part that was scandalous?"
"The pregnancy mostly," Kara bit at her lower lip, hesitating, but then kept talking. "We're related to Daxamites," She made a dismissive almost disgusted sound, "They latch how we do. But they have so much sex." Her nose was wrinkled.
She snickered, someone who Kara Danvers was prejudiced against. "So super kinky mated couples?"
"Well yes, but that's not what I meant." Kara's fingers pressed against the table, "With people other than their mates. Sex is different than being bonded to someone. But even a Daximate would never become separated from their mate."
Daisy was pretty sure she got it? "So a romantic and emotional bond is what's forever, you're still capable of like being horny for other people?"
"That-" Kara spluttered, face flushing before sighing, seeming to slump a bit. "Daxamites are terrible."
Daisy's lips quirked up at that, "So us Earthlings have to seem pretty wild to you?"
"Yes!" She perked up again at the offered change in focus, "Or well, sometimes? I like the idea of a mate who is…more than just a compatible friend whom one might have companionship with? It was safer but it was…we closed ourselves off from so many things. I just…humans are so fickle." Kara huffed.
Daisy was totally going to have to have some words with someone about some of this. Maybe Alex whenever the woman got back to the city? Cause it was fucked up Kara sounded like she'd been forcing herself to try and conform in ways that could have hurt her. What if she'd 'latched' or whatever onto some random college guy? "Yeah, we or they or whatever can be."
"And there are so many considerations, you have to try and gauge compatibility with apps or from conversation? Not to mention humans care about gender and aesthetics which is silly, what does that have to do with compatibility?" Kara looked at her with an adorable amount of frustration, or adorable and kinda sad, but Daisy was taking the positives, so adorable it was.
Daisy gave a helpless shrug, "I mean yeah, people get caught up in weird stuff. But it's not easy on humans or inhumans either. I ended up pining over a Nazi for fucking months before I realized he was a lying, traitorous, friend-murdering, piece of shit. I mean your guys' system would have driven me crazy. But I can see some benefits."
"There are, aren't there!" Kara gave a pleased wiggle, and oh, one rum and juice, and she definitely had a slight buzz starting.
Daisy grinned and finished off her own drink.
Notes:So like the latching thing is I'm just doing that, but like the mating for life thing like...that's canon. So's the Matricomp and the no divorce, and like all the rest of it. Its really implied that something just happens in a Kryptonian's brain when they like settle/bond in a relationship and that's just it for them. Like they might have a few semi-casual relationships, but once they essentially pick their person, that's it. And we know it's a species-wide thing. So instead of leaving that vague i'm just naming it.
Incidentally, the amount of various different authors and runs makes it somehow more depressing how much of Kryptonian culture just isn't well defined.
Chapter 12Notes:Updates moving to Fridays after this one now that Old Gods is on hiatus.
Chapter TextKara was all happy and floaty! Alderaanian rum was so tasty and everything was so nice. "Do you think we can try some other things next time?"
"Sure, we'll probably have to do some research, maybe ask M'gann what won't kill us. I don't feel like dying from alien tequila." Daisy giggled at her own words.
That would be very sad. "You're not allowed to die." Kara hadn't talked so much about Krypton before in her life! It was so nice! She reached out and poked Daisy's nose. "We've just talked about me all night…well except for you being a troublemaker as a kid. What about you?"
"What about me?" Daisy asked with that annoyingly smirky and smug smile on her face.
Kara poked Daisy's nose again, got her cheek instead but it was fine. "You just are always helping me! Like this bar, and this delicious rum and juice thing, or with Siohbon and Leslie, or listening to me talk about James, or dating, or the DEO, and with Ms. Grant. You just are always helping. You even make dinner now!"
"I burned dinner twice before you got home tonight," Daisy kicked at her foot again, a thing she'd been doing all night. It was kinda comforting. "And you've been helping with my apartment, and let me sleep on your couch, and you didn't paste me."
Kara caught Daisy's hand, "There has to be something fun and nice you want to do? I can help! I'm really good at helping people."
"I…I don't know?" Daisy looked kind of lost. "What are people supposed to do besides missions? I mean I know what people do, but I don't know if I like any of that stuff. I've never even lived anywhere longer than two years, and that was the orphanage when I was a kid."
Kara grabbed her purse and dug through it before finding a notepad and pen. She gleefully set them down on the table. "We can make a list of things you want to try or do!" She beamed looking at Daisy. "So, what haven't you gotten to do that you want to learn?"
There was a long moment as Daisy really seemed to ponder it, lovely word, ponder. "I've never been to the zoo?" Her voice was hesitant.
That was sad, what human hadn't been to the zoo? Not that Daisy was a human, still. Kara wrote out 'Zoo' in loopy letters on the top of the clean page. "What about the aquarium? Otters are adorable. Very Adorable."
"Uh, no I guess, add it to the list?" Daisy poked at the table, her eyes staring at her hands. "Do you think…if I got a pet, would…I mean if something happens to me, you'd find it a new home right?"
Kara reached out and poked Daisy's cheek again, "Nothing is going to happen to you. But of course, I would. That's what friends do."
"Then…I always wanted a pet." Daisy huffed, "I should probably keep a plant alive first."
She added 'Plant' to the list, "You could get pretty flowers!"
"How are you so nice?" Daisy stared at her in disbelief, crinkles around her eyes before shaking her head, "Come on, you have to have some human thing you haven't done but want to. Add it to the list."
Kara pouted, "There's so many human things I'm not sure if I do them right, or haven't done them at all."
"Come on, what's something you never tried?" Daisy leaned forward, her elbows on the table.
"I always wanted to try line dancing, it's stupid, we don't have to do that," Kara knew it was silly, Alex had avoided it enough times for her to get the hint.
Daisy plucked the pen out of Kara's hands, yoinked the notepad, and scrawled out 'line dancing' before grinning back up at her. "What else?"
Kara snorted into her third rum and orange juice, "They do look like penguins don't they?"
"Some of 'em even waddle." Daisy nodded overly seriously, before breaking out into giggles.
It was infectious, Kara giggled at Daisy's giggles, and at the thought of waddling nuns. The lights were all shiny and sparkly.
Daisy shook herself slightly, "So no flying to the Arctic and hugging a penguin?"
"No, it'd be really fun though." Kara pouted at the list she was doodling a penguin on.
Kara waved at M'gann before she let Daisy pull her out of the bar. "We should come back!"
"We can come back, karaoke night is twice a month." Daisy caught her hand and pulled her with her toward the exit of the alley. "Come on, I called us an Uber."
Kara let her head fall back staring up at the sky. A human couldn't see them in the city, but Kara could see the stars! "We should fly!"
"Oh that's a terrible idea," Daisy was laughing though. "Come on blondie, we have some ice cream to feed you."
She did love ice cream. "I thought we ate all the ice cream?"
"The last of it is in the freezer and I'm going to the store tomorrow. I'll get more for us." Daisy tugged her along.
Kara stumbled over something as she followed. "It's all so floating but I'm not floating."
"Oh, you're floating on something." Daisy ducked closer and pulled Kara's arm over her shoulders, wrapping an arm around her. "Let's see if we can get to the car without putting your foot through the sidewalk.
It was nice, the warmth of Daisy's side against hers. "You hum."
"I hum?" Daisy asked as they walked down the sidewalk, or Daisy walked, she swayed, a lot of her weight on Daisy's shoulder.
Kara happily leaned into Daisy, "You do, I can feel the…the…vibrations!"
"Really?" Daisy seemed surprised, the quiet laughter in her voice fading a bit.
She nodded, "Especially when I hug you, it's all hummy, like hugging a bee. Or a cat, kinda purring sometimes."
"Sorry, I didn't realize I was leaking like that." And as she spoke the pleasant humming vanished.
Kara dug her heels in, bringing them to a halt. "No! Don't do that! It's nice."
"It's…" Daisy's eyes were wide, mouth slightly open, cocked ever so slightly for a few seconds, and then, slowly, the humming started to come back.
Kara's eyes closed, burrowing her nose into Daisy's shoulder. "It's nice."
A burst of laughter escaped out of Daisy, "Cutting you off was so the right call."
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Daisy got the coffee going, yawning as she grabbed the largest glass she could find. She ran the back of her foot against the back of her other calf. Quiet mornings were new, but Daisy was kind of sure she liked them. Not too slow this morning though, she had a shift fixing other people's computers. First, she had time to make sure Kara's inevitable hangover wasn't the absolute worst.
She grabbed the granola and milk before heading to the table. Opening up her laptop she started scrolling through the morning news while she ate. Nothing particularly interesting, or interesting in the way she was becoming concerned about. The facade of perfection this world kept up was freaky. The alien issue was a bubbling nightmare, but the government wasn't even admitting they could deal with aliens. And only an idiot could miss the men in black showing up for cleanup.
Frowning, she skimmed the Tribune's last issue. Fuck, it was so weird, it was like they didn't want to acknowledge their own reality. It was lazy and stupid, and it was something Daisy was more and more sure she was going to have to rip this facade to shreds if anyone was going to be safe from what was just under the surface. Daisy stabbed at her bowl of granola, it'd be so much easier to just root out the worst forces and put some fuckers in the ground. But Kara wasn't wrong that, maybe, she was getting a bit too comfortable with killing. The enemy needed to be given a chance.
Daisy was drawn from her faintly murderous thoughts by the very unhappy-sounding groan from the bed. That was a 'yes' to the question of whether Kryptonians got hangovers or not. She couldn't help the amusement over that. Getting up she went and poured herself a mug of coffee, added the perfect amount of sugar and cream, or a disgusting amount. Potato, patoato.
Grabbing the large glass of water, and her mug, she padded over to the lump of misery. Daisy felt like cackling, first hangovers were rough. "Morning Sunshine."
The sound that Kara made sounded a bit like a drunken yak. Very unhappy though.
Daisy's smile grew as she took a drink of her own coffee. Shaking her head she set the mug down on the bedside table before plopping down on the side of the bed and using one arm to roll Kara onto her side. "Come on, water will help."
Kara cracked her eyes open, ever so slightly, looking up at her. "Nooooo…."
"Come on, sit up, once you get the water down you can have some coffee." Daisy poked and prodded till she'd gotten Kara half rolled upright and drinking water.
Kara's eyes were squeezed shut in protest, but she did manage to drink without breaking the glass.
Daisy grabbed her coffee and sipped quietly, she was enjoying this. Kara had been drunk, but she hadn't been super drunk. Which meant the hangover was killing her more out of not being used to pain than it really being particularly bad. Or maybe alien rum was a killer. It'd be fine, she'd made Kara drink a lot of water last night and like a good plant alien, she could just stick Kara out in the sunlight to recover after getting some more liquid into her.
"Urgh." Kara handed her the empty water glass before thunking backward against the mattress.
She huffed setting the cup aside and standing up. "Come on, let's get you into direct sunlight, which is a cheat. Being miserable for the whole day after getting drunk is a rite of passage for humans."
"Why do people do this?" Kara whined as she let Daisy grab her arms and haul her out of bed.
Daisy half-pulled Kara to the sitting room and left her standing in a beam of sunlight. "It is very self-destructive of us, but so very fun." She poured a second mug of coffee with a lot of cream and sugar before walking back. She paused smiling at Kara sitting on the floor, eyes closed, facing into the sun like a hungover cat. "Such a plant."
"I'm not a plant," Kara mumbled, but she wasn't moving from her position.
She handed Kara the fresh mug of coffee, before dropping onto the couch, sipping from her own mug. "So, I remind you of a cat?"
Kara went very still, "oh no."
"Hmm, something about purring and my hair being soft." Daisy was enjoying watching the horror break through the hangover. "I have to say, I've never had someone try and pet my head before."
Kara was staring at her with bleary, but horrified eyes, "Oh no, I'm so sorry, I don't-"
Daisy couldn't help it, she laughed, cutting off the probably very rambling apologies. She waved a hand. "You're so fine. The weirdest thing you did was decide my vibrations meant I was like a cat, and soft-head pats are fine. You're good. And making sure I got ice cream too was sweet."
Kara buried her face in her hands. "I'm sooo sorry."
"Please, you didn't even puke on a cop, and then on a nun, you're rocking the first-time drinking thing." Daisy glanced at the clock. "And unfortunately you're going to be doing your hydrate and sit in the sun recovery on your own. I've got a shift to get to."
Kara was a bit too miserable looking to pout, "Have a good day fixing computers?"
"So many porn viruses to defeat, so little time." Daisy stretched before getting up. "Granola's on the table still if you want some, and there's still half a pot of coffee. Water, drink all the water, and enjoy the sun."
Daisy rolled her eyes as she realized the current computer with 'glitching' issues just had a virus the owner had downloaded with a special mouse animation that made it ribbit every time you clicked on something. Hilarious animation and sound effects, she could appreciate the humor in that, but who just downloaded free stuff without checking for anything else hitching a ride?
"What's that look for Johnson?" Willard asked from where he was trying to salvage a poor machine that'd had orange juice spilled on it.
She looked up at her coworker, he was in his mid-twenties, a college drop-out to care for a relative, a fairly decent guy from what she could tell from the now two-and-a-half shifts she'd worked with him. "Despairing for people's abilities to download the worst viruses. I think I'm going to have to wipe a few programs to get it off."
"At least it's not someone who can't find the 'on' button." He had a dead-eyed look as he said those words that said he'd had that someone…many, many times. Willard stared at the computer he had in pieces on the table. "I think they let a child chew on this."
Her nose wrinkled, that was disgusting. "Before or after the orange juice?"
"I think after?"
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Lucy had had a magical ten hours of sleep last night. She'd have been suspicious of how quiet it'd been if she hadn't been so grateful for the chance to get some rest. However, she was suspicious of Kara. Kara who kept wincing at any sharp sound and was trying very hard not to look like she wanted a nap. She hadn't known Kryptonians could look tired. Her teeth ground slightly. "Supergirl, a word."
The Kryptonian gave her the guiltiest look and fakest smile known to man while zipping to her side with a completely unneeded burst of superspeed. "Yes?"
Lucy grabbed her arm and pulled her slightly to the side, her voice a hiss. "Are you hungover?"
"What? No, pftt, I would never," Kara's sunny smile was so fake it hurt.
Lucy resisted pinching the bridge of her nose, "I didn't even know Kryptonians could get drunk?"
"You stopped a fire, so you didn't lose your powers," Lucy frowned, "Did you drink radioactive waste or something?"
Kara managed to look insulted, "What, who would do that? It was very nice orange juice and rum and…I mean I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Rum? What was it, alien? You found alien rum?!" Lucy's voice pitched up even as she hissed.
Kara waved her arms even as she cringed at her voice. "It…I'm fine, it's all great, I didn't do anything embarrassing at all, so it's all fine."
Lucy stared at her, oh, she didn't believe that at all. She crossed her arms, eyebrow raised. "What did you do?"
"Do you hear that? I hear an emergency, bye!" Supergirl was gone in a blur.
She looked upwards, for the love of god. Whoever thought Supergirl was a threat to anyone's safety except her handlers were sticking their heads into the sand. Lucy, looked over to Vasquez, "Is there actually an emergency of some kind?"
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Daisy landed in the middle of the street, ignoring the screaming civilians and general chaos, instead she just called out to Kara who had been getting punched in the face by some kind of alien with four arms. "Need some help, Supergirl?"
"No shooting!" Supergirl yelled as she blocked another punch to the head.
Daisy held up her hands theatrically before her head snapped to one side as a second giant, ugly ass, four-armed alien came crashing out through the front of a bodega. "Well aren't you hideous, are those tusks? Like did a boar fuck a gargoyle, cause if so I'm disappointed you're only aiming to rob that."
The alien let out a roar of sheer rage before charging her.
Daisy so still had it, pissing off assholes was always fun, she grinned under her mask as she wound her arm back and then ducked before slamming her fist, and a lot of vibrations directly into the alien's face an audible crack, flinging him halfway down the street.
Supergirl and the alien who was trying to use her as a punching bag both looked at Daisy.
Daisy dropped a hand on one hip. "So hot stuff, what are these guys? And think I can get your number? I mean two meetings in less than a week, it's got to be fate."
"They're Branx, and are you flirting, right now?" Supergirl kicked the apparent Branx she'd been fighting away from her before landing next to her.
Daisy made sure her body language was as obnoxiously laid back as possible. "Fighting with a hot blonde, is there a better time than this?"
Supergirl was so very Kara right then, blatantly spluttering, cheeks turning pink.
"DAUGHTER OF ALURA! YOU WILL PAY FOR YOUR MOTHER'S CRIMES!" The larger of the two Branx roared from where he'd dragged himself back to his feet, two hands helping pull his friend to his feet.
Kara's face went serious, her posture returning to all Supergirl. "You take the left, I'll take the right."
"Sounds fun, not the kind of double teaming I was imagining with you Superhot, but sweaty and rough is good enough for now." Daisy bounced on her toes, it'd been a while since she'd had a fight that hadn't left her feeling tired. This was fun! And the choking noise Kara made to that was hilarious.
Daisy used her vibrations, and the fact she was kind of legit a supersoldier, to launch herself straight for the Branx to the left. At the last second, she dropped into a slide, directly between his legs, sliding back up onto her feet, behind him. Pivoting, she spun, kicking him in the side, sending him crashing into the sidewalk.
The Branx rolled onto his hands and knees before roaring and charging straight for her, narrow horns first.
Unfortunately for him, he was large, bulky, and probably faintly concussed from that first hit she'd landed.
Daisy twisted as she bent, avoiding the hit, and then hooked her legs around him and flipped both of them slamming into the street. He took the impact of the hit.
She rolled off of him and straight back onto her feet, her back facing him. Daisy didn't feel it, but she felt assured to see Supergirl landing a couple of solid hits on her opponent, her form was terrible, but she could clearly tank the damage the Branx was doing and he wasn't going to last long against her. "Hey Supergirl, aim for the jaw."
"I've got it!" Kara shouted at her while blasting her unfortunate alien with heat vision.
Daisy tilted her head, "That is so cool." She ducked the punch that went harmlessly swinging over her head. She turned with the next bend, avoiding yet another punch as she used her arm to block a third one. She slammed her elbow down on the arm in her grip, hard.
There was a horrible, audible snapping sound as whatever bones were in his forearm snapped.
The Branx cried out in pain.
Daisy used her grip on his now broken arm, to keep him in place as she slammed her knee into his gut with enough force to feel ribs cracking from the force of it.
He dropped to his knees, leaving them at the same height.
Daisy punched him across the face, hard.
He swayed back from the force of it, before swaying back towards her.
She grabbed his head and then slammed her own head into his.
He dropped.
Daisy winced under her mask the goggle bit was cracked but not falling apart. And also, ow. Head butting aliens that looked a bit like gargoyles, a bad idea. Very, very noted. Still, it wasn't so much of a bad idea that she couldn't easily hide the brief second of seeing stars. Yay masks, that let her look like a nightmare villain without having to keep some dumb set face all the time.
She walked over and then halted and watched as Kara finished knocking out her opponent. Daisy let one of her hands rest on a hip, her head cocked theatrically. She waited till Branx number two hit the pavement before talking though. "Has no one taught you to box? Cause you'd be a killer boxer."
"What?" Kara blew a tendril of stupidly perfect blond hair out of her face as she looked up at her.
Daisy walked right over the top of the unconscious Branx, "You know, boxing, fist fighting, cause the whole tanking puny weaklings because you can is definitely appealing, but if fighting is your day job you should probably pick up some boxing." She stepped straight into Kara's personal space, "Be so happy to teach you some moves I know you'll love."
Kara took a half step back, face definitely flushed, "I'm, wait, you, do you- did you hit your head?"
"Only star I'm seeing is you," This was delightful, she was going to look up Superman/girl-themed pickup lines for next time. There had to be some. "But boxing, I'll show you some moves, we can call it a date, thoughts?"