Supergirl Fic: Gauntlet, Thrown
Feb. 19th, 2017 07:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kitmerlot_1213This is a 325 word Supergirl drabble for the Weekend Challenge at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
1_million_words ENJOY!!
The truth is, there is not a single person alive who enjoys making themselves vulnerable and admitting their innermost feelings for someone else.
Even if the person was confident that there was a ninety nine percent chance that the sentiments they were voicing aloud were returned, there would always be that one percent of doubt that could cause the bravest of souls to hesitate.
That was why Kara Danvers, the Girl of Steel, was currently standing in an alleyway outside of the entrance to the only unnamed bar in National City, trying to get her courage up to face Mon-El.
She knew that they had to clear their air and get all of their unresolved tension out in the open and that meant she’d have to talk to the man instead of avoiding him and the situation.
But every time Kara pictured herself walking into the bar and professing her attraction for the Daxamite and her desire to explore a romantic relationship with him, her self-doubt would rear its ugly head and she’d imagine the worst possible scenarios.
Sometimes the talk would happen at the bar and sometimes they’d be in Kara’s apartment, but it would always end the same way. She’d start to confess her deep affection for him: “And the truth is I'm starting to like you in a way that is more than just...”
And Mon-El would interrupt her and smile sympathetically and tell her that he’s moved on or he’s gotten over his crush and has chosen someone not as uptight or arrogant or…
Or he could tell you that he likes you back, kisses you passionately and takes you out for ice cream, her inner voice that sounded suspiciously like Alex would then supply her only hope from disaster.
“Okay, it’s now or never Danvers,” she whispered to herself.
She took a deep breath, walked quickly to the barroom door and pulled it open, ready to face whatever happened next.
1_million_words ENJOY!!The truth is, there is not a single person alive who enjoys making themselves vulnerable and admitting their innermost feelings for someone else.
Even if the person was confident that there was a ninety nine percent chance that the sentiments they were voicing aloud were returned, there would always be that one percent of doubt that could cause the bravest of souls to hesitate.
That was why Kara Danvers, the Girl of Steel, was currently standing in an alleyway outside of the entrance to the only unnamed bar in National City, trying to get her courage up to face Mon-El.
She knew that they had to clear their air and get all of their unresolved tension out in the open and that meant she’d have to talk to the man instead of avoiding him and the situation.
But every time Kara pictured herself walking into the bar and professing her attraction for the Daxamite and her desire to explore a romantic relationship with him, her self-doubt would rear its ugly head and she’d imagine the worst possible scenarios.
Sometimes the talk would happen at the bar and sometimes they’d be in Kara’s apartment, but it would always end the same way. She’d start to confess her deep affection for him: “And the truth is I'm starting to like you in a way that is more than just...”
And Mon-El would interrupt her and smile sympathetically and tell her that he’s moved on or he’s gotten over his crush and has chosen someone not as uptight or arrogant or…
Or he could tell you that he likes you back, kisses you passionately and takes you out for ice cream, her inner voice that sounded suspiciously like Alex would then supply her only hope from disaster.
“Okay, it’s now or never Danvers,” she whispered to herself.
She took a deep breath, walked quickly to the barroom door and pulled it open, ready to face whatever happened next.
