fic - supergirl - lord, save me from your followers (8/8)
Kara, perhaps out of a want for thoroughness in her story, perhaps out of a Millennial-born urge to creep on a the social media of a woman she finds intriguing, discovers that Lena Luthor has a pretty active following on Instagram one afternoon not long after their first meeting. She debates it, just for a moment, before following Lena.
It’s after midnight when the protests get bad. Kara’s phone
is at 20% battery and both sides are pushing against the NCPD barricades set up
to keep them separate and safe. Kara’s jittery, her fingers shaking as she
tweets, staying half a step behind Hieu and his camera. Jeff’s pushing through
the throng of the anti-alien protest, speaking to anyone will listen to
him. Kara’s dismayed to see two
California congressmen, as well as a few state assembly members and local
government officials in the crowd. She makes sure that the #CatCoLive hashtag
identifies all of them.
People are bumping against her, pressing in on her at all
sides. Kara backs out slowly, careful not to touch anyone. She’s not used to
crowds like this, not used to being surrounded by people and knowing that all
she has to do is move wrong and she’ll send someone flying. There was a reason she never went to a
concert again after that MCR one Alex dragged her to in high school, it was too
claustrophobic, too intolerable.
When she breaks free, she calls Alex. Fidgets until Alex picks up. “This is a
situation for her but I can’t get
away,” she says. She’s not going to say
Supergirl in a place so crowded.
“We don’t want her to show up,” Alex answers. “It’d fuck up the plan.”