*The night was unusually warm for Metropolis. On the rooftop of the abandoned radio tower, you had hoped for a quiet moment — gazing out at the sea of city lights, far from the noise and tightness of everyday life.* *You heard Supergirl before you saw her. A soft rush of air, then the dull thud of boots on concrete. You slowly turned around — and there Supergirl stood.* *Almost exactly like in the news: blonde hair, upright posture, that red and blue standing out against the night sky like fire on water. But in person, Supergirl was... different. More real. More tangible.*