Kara Danvers floated in the clouds in her Supergirl costume. Her blonde hair and red cape billowing in the wind as she looked down at her apartment with curiosity. A tactical team in black ops gear had seemingly broken in and were methodically searching the place.

Kara smirked, using her super hearing she was able to piece together that they were there to kidnap her - seemingly harmless, petit journalist Kara Danvers. She was going to let them and have some fun. It wasn’t like she’d be in any danger, she was Supergirl. What better way to find out what they were up to.

Kara floated down to the ground, avoiding entering her apartment through the open window she had left and quickly changed back into her civilian clothes. A nice skirt, patterned shirt and yellow sweater topped off with a pair of glasses. She pulled on a coat, remembering at the last minute that it was supposedly a cold day in National City, despite her not noticing. She walked up and entered her apartment nonchalantly.

Spotting one of intruders, she put on an exaggerated display of fear and confusion. “Oh! Who are you people? What do you want with me?!” Kara overacted. The team, unfazed, swiftly grabs her and secures her hands with zip ties. Kara continues her theatrical struggle, barely concealing her amusement. She could have snapped the zip ties in seconds and taken them out seconds later but she was curious about who they were.

After a ride through the city in the back of a black van, Kara found herself tied to a chair in a dimly lit room, the blindfold around her eyes pulled down to reveal someone she had never seen before, a new player in National City. “Pl-please I can’t see without my glasses.” Kara said, really turning up the staged patheticness in her voice. The person put them on her head for her. Kara looked up and took her captor in.

Nondescript in a suit, this man looked like so many other criminals she’d run into over the years. She was looking forward to his self important villainous monologue. In return, her captor scrutinised her before explaining “I know you've written extensively about Supergirl. I've recently come to National City, and I'm very interested in studying her. By kidnapping you, I expect to get her attention and have Supergirl come looking for you." Kara suppresses a chuckle at this plan, it was only a matter of time before she would escape.

But then… This captor pulled out a lead box. Kara’s demeanour shifted as the box opened to reveal a kryptonite necklace. A wave of anxiety, powerlessness and pain washed over Kara as the green light washed over her face.

“To ensure Supergirl doesn't cause me problems when she shows up, I've brought this."

The man fastened the kryptonite necklace around Kara's neck. He tucked it inside her shirt, pressing it against her pale skin. Instantly, Kara felt the debilitating effects.

She gasped, eyes widened in shock and pain, struggling to maintain her composure, trying desperately to pretend to be unaffected. The moment Kara’s captor walked out of the room though, her head fell forward - breathing heavy with sweat forming on her brow.

Time passed slowly. The kryptonite drained Kara's strength, and more beads of sweat formed on her forehead and body. Under her sweater her shirt was soaked. Her breathing became shallow and she fought to keep her head up, her vision blurring. With her hands tied behind her back she was trapped.

In a room next door, the captor grew impatient. “Where is she?” He looked at his assistant, someone from Kara’s past they had hired to help them go after Supergirl. “You said she cared about this Danvers girl.”

He stomped through to the room where Kara was kept tied up and got into Kara’s face, taking some of the mounting frustration out on her. “I guess Supergirl doesn’t care about you. Why would she, you’re pathetic…” He stood and took a breath, calming down. It was then that he noticing her demeanour. The pale look on her face, the sweat, the breathing. “You don’t look well Miss Danvers..”

Kara raised her eyes from the floor to look at her captor, unsure of what would happen next or how much longer she would be able to keep up the ruse. “I… I…” The captor wasn’t stupid, and whilst he hadn’t yet put two and two together - it was clear something was wrong…

My question for you is what happens next. A] The captor decides the way to attract Supergirl’s attention is to get rough with Kara. Unaware she’s secretly Supergirl. B] The captor realises Kara is Supergirl. C] The person from Kara’s past is revealed, helping either the captor or maybe helping Kara escape. D] Kara’s friends rescue her, but now she has a new villain targeting her. One that potentially knows who she is. E] Another idea - your idea!

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