It's You (Supercorp)

I love you

Lena

As I felt Kara drift off to sleep, I decided that it would be a good enough idea to carry her to bed. I picked up the sleeping hero, holding her bridal style as I walked her over to her bed. I set her gently down on the mattress, using extra care to not wake Kara. 

As I unzipped Kara's super-suit, I quickly saw the bruises she had. They looked horrible. I pulled the material off her body, putting it to the side so that I could wash it in a minute.

As much as I didn't want to wake Kara, I knew I had to. She was covered in dried blood, nasty bruises, and cuts. I bent down and pressed a kiss to her forehead, and she woke up quickly. She winced as she sat up and leaned against the headboard.

"Kar, love, we need to get you cleaned up... you've got blood all over you," I observed. She nodded frailly, letting me undress her completely and carry her to the tub. I set Kara down on the closed toilet seat whilst I filled the tub.

As the water collected in the tub, I knelt down so I was level with Kara, "Baby, he's so proud of you. I'm so proud of you. We're all so proud of you, okay?" 

She meekly nodded. I tucked a lock of her blonde hair behind her ear, letting my hand rest on her cheek. She cracked a small smile.

"Who would've thought," she spoke quietly, "Lena Luthor is a major softie," she lightly teased. I rolled my eyes and picked her up, gently setting her in the tub. 

"I'll take care of you, don't worry..." I spoke as I gently dabbed a washcloth at Kara's cuts. I noticed a cut that was still bleeding out, my eyes widening at how deep the cut was. Kara's eyes darted to where I was looked, and she groaned.

"Don't tell Alex about this, she'll freak," I nodded. Alex Danvers being overprotective was an understatement. If anyone so as touched a single hair on Kara's head, the eldest Danvers would go all Godzilla on them.

"I'm gonna have to give you stitches for that," I pointed out. Kara nodded, and I pressed another kiss to her forehead as left the bathroom, going to the kitchen and grabbing the first-aid kit that was situated in one of the drawers. 

I made sure there was a needle and thread in there before making my way back to her. I couldn't get her any lidocaine, which is a drug that makes people numb when stitches are performed. 

I went to medical school and many other kinds of schools, so I knew what I was doing. Kara eyed the stitches, and her eyes widened.

"Please, not the stitches," she murmured.

"Baby, it's only gonna take a few minutes, then it's over. Then we'll finish this bath of yours, get you dried up and dressed, then we can cuddle. Okay, Kar?" she debated it for a minute but nevertheless nodded.

I knelt back down and started to clean the cut. She winced as the water made contact with the bleeding wound. 

"I know," I whispered to her. I knew she wasn't very used to pain, considering she's mostly invulnerable on Earth.

As I prepped the needle and thread and positioned it at the wound, she tightly shut her eyes, waiting for the pain. I counted her down before pressing it into her flesh, starting to patch her up.

"Huh," I spoke as I worked at weaving the needle and thread through the wound, "who would've thought that Supergirl would be afraid of needles, hmm?" 

I finished up the last of the stitches, wrapping it up in some bandages to make sure she didn't rip them out. I helped bathe her the rest of the time, letting her just sit there in silence.

As I helped her out of the tub, wrapping her in a fluffy towel, I realized how much being a hero could suck for Kara. She was always the target. Always. She was constantly stripped of the people she loves, the things she loves, and everything. The price of a hero.