[ family's a funny thing. especially for kara. she loved her father. she loves kal more than she can possibly express, even if they don't always see each other clearly. she loved her mother and thinks, sometimes, that her mother loved her in her way. other times, kara thinks alura only saw her as a tool. and she's had so many people that she loves and considers family that aren't related to her by blood--thara, boomer, diana, dick... bryce.
the last two get a little tricky. mostly because of kara's own neuroses and the way she never lets herself get too close. oh, she'll readily say that she loves dick and bryce, considers them family in a nebulous kind of way. but every once in a while, she looks at bryce and thinks she's been more of a mother to me than mine ever was. kara never gives herself more than a moment to wistfully dwell on that before shoving the thought back in the box she keeps such things locked in.
still, when may rolls around one year and kara finds herself having recently had a few good, quiet moments of the kind she can really only have with bryce, she ponders. pulls a pandora and peeks into that box in her head, an idea drifting out and sinking its claws into her. it won't let go and so, very late at night on the second sunday of may, kara leaves a little package in bryce's study while she's out on patrol.
it's a little book full of notes and schematics. some purely kryptonian designs and some tweaks and improvements to current equipment in the cave that kara's seen. and scribbled in the front cover is a small note. ]
[ Bryce gets there are eight, just like she said. At 8:01, there's a shadowy figure lurking behind wherever Otto is in his HQ and definitely should have made more of a sound before showing up. How did she get in?? Please, she definitely installed a backdoor in his systems the last time she was here. During all the sex.
But she's here now and if Otto doesn't immediately react, she's going to lean in towards his computer screens to peep his shit. This is a professional visit, god damnit. ]
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the last two get a little tricky. mostly because of kara's own neuroses and the way she never lets herself get too close. oh, she'll readily say that she loves dick and bryce, considers them family in a nebulous kind of way. but every once in a while, she looks at bryce and thinks she's been more of a mother to me than mine ever was. kara never gives herself more than a moment to wistfully dwell on that before shoving the thought back in the box she keeps such things locked in.
still, when may rolls around one year and kara finds herself having recently had a few good, quiet moments of the kind she can really only have with bryce, she ponders. pulls a pandora and peeks into that box in her head, an idea drifting out and sinking its claws into her. it won't let go and so, very late at night on the second sunday of may, kara leaves a little package in bryce's study while she's out on patrol.
it's a little book full of notes and schematics. some purely kryptonian designs and some tweaks and improvements to current equipment in the cave that kara's seen. and scribbled in the front cover is a small note. ]
Thank you for everything you've done for me.
♥ Kara
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[ Bryce gets there are eight, just like she said. At 8:01, there's a shadowy figure lurking behind wherever Otto is in his HQ and definitely should have made more of a sound before showing up. How did she get in?? Please, she definitely installed a backdoor in his systems the last time she was here. During all the sex.
But she's here now and if Otto doesn't immediately react, she's going to lean in towards his computer screens to peep his shit. This is a professional visit, god damnit. ]
This better be good.
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