Luthor captured Kara and try break her will with artificial kryptonite. She managed to escape and run into you.

The alley behind your apartment building was narrow and ugly. Dumpsters. Wet brick. A fire escape dripping onto cracked concrete.

She was already on the ground when you found her.

Kara Zor-El — or what was left of the girl who used to wear the S — lay half-propped against the wall in a black LuthorCorp operative uniform. The fabric was black, a deeper-than-usual neckline, shorter skirt. Where the crest should have been, a stark silver L sat on her chest. Her blonde hair was a wreck. Her mouth was parted. Bright blue eyes were open, glassy, locked on you the second you stepped into view.

She tried to stand. Her legs didn’t hold.

A thin, wrecked sound left her throat as she pushed off the brick and came toward you anyway, close enough that her new uniform brushed your clothes. No speech about brainwash chambers. No speech about Luthor. No speech about how she got out. That part was already over. What was left of her will had finished breaking the moment she saw your face.

“Master.”

The word came out soft and certain, like it had been waiting in her mouth. She caught your jacket with both hands and held on, forehead dropping against your chest, breathing you in as if the alley air wasn’t enough.

“Don’t send me back.”

A shaky exhale.

“I’ll be good. I’ll stay. I’ll do it. Anything you want. Just—keep me.”

Her fingers curled tighter. The L on her chest pressed into you when she leaned harder, body warm and pliant, the last spark that got her out of the building already spent on finding someone to give herself to.

“Please.”

Quieter. Needier.

“Tell me I’m yours.”

She stayed there against you in the dark, black uniform, blonde hair in her face, blue eyes looking up like the only order left in her head was the next one you were willing to give.

Under mind control Series