10 reviews = bonus chapter
500 gems = bonus chapter
Advanced chapters at:
patreon.com/posts/supergirl-is-my-125342120
***
The dark streets of Gotham City were unwelcoming, making one wary of their emptiness and dark alleys. It was here, among these streets, that Thomas Wayne and his wife Martha were brutally murdered in front of their son, in muddy puddles, among the dregs of society, ordinary people and great heroes.
Willard Light, formerly Kirill Drozdov, walked through the dark streets of Gotham, breathing in the stale, smoky air. He had lived here for a year, an integral part of this world, as if fate had called him here, bound him and obliged him to act in the interests of this place.
His life began with the usual story of relationships, love, friendship, and deadly trials in which he found himself on the edge of life more than once.
"Now I'll come home and make a nice dinner," Will thought as he dialed Kara's number. The phone buzzes went unanswered.
And then the night streets shuddered with a violent rumble. Will glanced at the intersection, lit by dim, flickering streetlights. His Sense-Sphere told him that trouble was coming. A black shadow fell from the sky like a meteor, shaking the air and sending a powerful shockwave through Will. He instinctively covered himself with his hand. The package in his hand fluttered, and cars in the neighborhood squealed their alarms. A deep crater formed in the asphalt, and a huge titan with curved bones on its back curved out in front of Will.
A fierce battle between two super beings unfolded on the road. One was the unstoppable Doomsday, one of the most fearsome and powerful beings in the DC Universe. His opponent was Kara Zor-El, the woman Will loved with all his heart. And at that moment, Doomsday was pounding her head into the pavement.
«Argha!!!
«Fuck you... that's not all I'm capable of! - Kara was screaming furiously.
Doomsday's blows became faster and stronger, and his muscles inflated, hardening and thickening, justifying his endlessly evolving power.
But at the moment of the final blow, Kara's body disappeared, leaving behind only a clear plume of yellow lightning before Doomsday's eyes.
Losing his prey, Doomsday deepened his clawed paw into the ground in a furious snarl, crushing it with his heavy fists. Understanding flashed in his cloudy, huge red eyes that knew no mercy, and he began to adjust, clenching his giant fangs hatefully.
Kara appeared a few hundred meters away from Doomsday, at a gas station, in the arms of a guy who was vibrating with overflowing power.
«Will... how did you end up here? - Her lips curved into a soft, bloody smile.
«Just passing through," he answered grimly, keeping his composure. - You better get some rest, baby. You did a good job.
«Clark... he'll... he'll... be here soon and...
Her words were cut off halfway through. Will gently picked up Kara's fallen head. She had fallen asleep from exhaustion, completely covered in blood-stained wounds, but she remained steadfast to the end.
«You're doing a great job," he said.
The ground beneath their feet shook with the footsteps of Doomsday, who was approaching, following them by the scent of blood. He seemed to have learned to see Will as he sped along.
Willard gently laid Kara down on the pavement and set the bag of her favorite souffles next to her.
«Don't worry, baby. I'll figure it out. After all, Clark and I are still a two-two.
***
A year earlier.
He was literally betrothed against his will, and not to anyone, but to a superheroine. And worst of all, that superheroine was none other than Supergirl, Superman's cousin!
If Willard had been himself, he would have chickened out, but the new body had a strong will and a built-in abstinence system, for which he was grateful. The new body was much stronger and, for some reason, braver than the old one, which was a good thing, given the world Willard had found himself in.
He barely remembered his past, I think his name was Kirill Drozdov, and he was just a regular guy who loved the DC Universe.
Kirill found himself in this strange world suddenly and rather stupidly: he was sitting at his computer, at night, in the dark, watching a movie about Batman, and suddenly - bang, the light went out. But in fact Kirill lost consciousness.
Willard woke up in an unusual place, and the first thing he saw was the glow of the sun illuminating a woman as if she were a goddess from ancient myths. Next to him on the bed was Kara Zor-El, known as Supergirl, with her blonde hair and graceful figure.
He stood up gingerly, not believing his eyes. He pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming, but Kara was still sleeping beside him, her breathing calm and steady.
"I need a distraction," Will thought as he looked around the room. He was standing on a soft rug in a spacious room decorated in a modern style with black and white shades and paintings on the walls.
His thoughts swirled around how he could be here, in the world of DC Comics, as if he had traveled from one universe to another. Everything seemed so real that he couldn't believe what was happening.
Holding back temptation, Will didn't bother to wake Kara. Instead, he watched her wake and stretch like a sleeping beauty from a fairy tale.
«Good morning, sweetheart," she said with a smile.
«Good morning," Willard replied, still not believing in the reality of what was happening.
Kara stood up and, not noticing his stupor, kissed him and headed for the bathroom.
Will tried to accept what was happening, because it's not every day you wake up in a different world, especially one where your companion is Supergirl herself.
Over breakfast, Will learned more about Kara. She dreamed of more than being a waitress, and in her spare time, she helped save the world with her cousin, Superman. She admitted that she'd made mistakes in the past, but that was behind her now.
«It was a year ago and it's no longer relevant," she said, confidently dipping the bread into the jam. - Just don't think bad thoughts, or I'll get offended," she added, demanding confirmation from him.
«Okay," Will agreed.
Such was the life of this unusual couple.
The days were rapidly succeeding each other, and Will felt more like a puppet than like himself or Old Will. Kara's abrupt flights around the apartment reminded him of scenes from sci-fi movies. And as if it wasn't enough of her jokes, Will began to notice oddities in his behavior... or, more accurately, his body's behavior. One day he picked up a hair dryer, but his hand jerked so fast that the hair dryer flew out of his hand and shattered on the ceiling. Will felt like Peter Parker from Marvel, who would accidentally break down doors after awakening his superpowers. Will's vision didn't improve, however, and the cobwebs never flew out of his hands.
Will was in no hurry to test his new powers or look for trouble, not believing in "lucky accidents" or "happy adventures" in the dystopian DC universe full of psychopaths and maniacs. He'd rather get to know his family and friends first.
For the first few days, Will had looked at Kara as a stranger, not knowing how to talk to her. Who was she, who was she, and why did they end up together? He only knew her from TV, where she didn't always seem like a positive heroine. She was more like a cranky child or a teenager. But this Kara was nothing like the one from the cartoons and comic books. She was more mature and assertive.
For the first month Will didn't know or understand anything. The streets he walked were unfamiliar to him, and neither soap operas nor cartoons helped him remember. In every back alley he met bald drug addicts begging for money, prostitutes and thieves he had seen since he was a teenager.
"A sad sight," Will thought.
And Will changed in Kara's eyes.
«You haven't put things in here before. What's wrong with you? - she asked.
Or...
«Why don't you kiss me?
Or...
«Put your hand on me, don't be so cold," she said, laying her leg on top of his so close that he could feel her warmth.
Tempting.
She wanted him.
But Will stiffened and pondered. In some ways she was a stranger to him, and he remained principled and cautious, not knowing all the intricacies of their relationship.
No wonder Kara started to worry and ask what was going on with him. And Will couldn't find a coherent answer.
"How do you explain that, babe? I'm not your boyfriend, and anyway, I don't know what the fuck is going on. And yeah, I don't love you...and stop throwing your underwear everywhere!"
Will couldn't believe what was happening. He saw it, but he couldn't accept it - just like the death of his friend. He saw the body, but refused to believe the demise. A persistent sense of "wrong" kept him on his toes, and he couldn't just appropriate someone else's life.
Despite the feeling that he was about to be revealed, it wasn't happening. Will waited for accusations of being an alien or a villain taking over someone else's body, but all was quiet. No, no one suspected.
Finding no pleasure in sorting out his fears and doubts, Will tried to figure out what he should do next. In cartoons, you could pretend to be Agent 007 and remain undiscovered. Clark Kent had been in the public eye his whole life, but who recognized that he was Superman? Will expected failure, especially if Superman thought he'd tricked Kara.
Imagining how Clark would punish him for his 'sins', Will grinned sadly. "Of course, that won't happen ... probably."
You're sitting there, not bothering anyone, and suddenly you find yourself in someone else's body, sitting on a time bomb. The longer you occupy a place, the higher the chance of getting what you deserve for someone else's deeds.
It would have been easy to confess, but every time he was about to do so, he stopped, thinking of the consequences. Afraid of messing it up, so maybe it was better to wait and find a better moment?
And Will kept looking for that moment.
A month had passed, and Will was getting the hang of it, though he sometimes felt dissonance at the occasional hero-villain battle. Now, pulling back the curtains, he watched Flash fight the bandits. There wasn't even a gunshot - Flash tackled them in a second. Will took a sip of coffee and gave Flash a Twitter like for his feat.
"That's a cool battle. One of the perks of this world is being able to do that. I wonder if Wonder Woman posts pictures of herself in a bikini."
***
Will was sitting at the Playstation playing Mario, and in the meantime, Kara sat down next to him and they talked. The atmosphere was warm, loving. Will had gotten to know her better in the couple months they'd been around each other. He'd even gotten used to smelling her body odor in the mornings, and her perfume, the peachy, fresh perfume that made his nose water. He knew her favorite foods, her hobbies. It was easier to pick the right phrases and pretend to be her boyfriend, and more.
Yes, and the speech about Kara's real boyfriend is a separate conversation. All this time Kirill was diligently studying Willard Light's biography and found out that Willard Light was not just a kid, but a prestigious scholarship holder of Bruce Bats Uyen, who studied at the best university in Gotham. He had earned all his privileges through hard work and sweat, and with a big head. In short, Will knew about engineering and modern technology, and in Cyril's humble opinion, he was the future Lex Luthor at minimum wage. He was even given a temporary apartment in the center of Gotham for the period of his studies for special merits.
In other words, Kirill became the most unusual person, surrounded by the attention of the most influential people of the DC universe. And here it was a complete asshole, because Kirill himself was just an office plankton, and not the best.
Of course, the DC universe cheered him up. He got in successfully (well, almost), but he was spinning like a madman, and all for nothing - to cope with the affairs of the real Will was not so easy, you needed knowledge, and there was no such thing. One thing was pleasant - now he was considered a cool and smart guy.
The meeting with the "local mother," a woman in her fifties, with a kind look, wrinkles, and the most genuine maternal warmth, was not easy. Will tried not to look her in the eye, so as not to tell Mrs. Light the unpleasant truth: her son was gone.
And it felt like she understood, and like she didn't.
«You seem different today, son," Mom asked softly.
«Feeling a little ill, sorry," he said, bowing his head guiltily.
Will tried to abstract himself, to close his eyes and remember... how on the first night already, Kara had climbed on top of him, pressed her naked body against his, and... hinting at sex. And he looked at her and he couldn't make up his mind. Yes, she was damn attractive-high breasts, a waspy waist, snow-white skin-warm, soft. Her lips were slightly open, hovering over him in embarrassment, but her embarrassment was playful, fake-she wanted him to act, to put his arms around her, to touch her with his fingers.
At that moment, my soul was writhing in pain. Will was really steamed up, even though he thought he was an idiot - but his principles were in play and made him a man with principles, not a "guy" with a head instead of a dick.
He couldn't have sex with her without love. Many would call it stupidity, but Will had a father with principles, and raised his son to be a decent citizen of the Russian Federation. And among decent citizens, as Oleg Pavlovich Drozdov believed, there were no womanizers and irresponsible philanderers.
And that's why things got heated between Kara and Will.
«I'm not in the mood right now, babe. I'm sorry, I've got a lot of work to do at uni," he said as gently as he could, but even a smile didn't help, because Kara froze and looked away.
«It's no big deal," she said.
And so they stood apart.
She seemed very upset, but her playful temper and naughty nature made it difficult. And taking Will's words as a nuisance, she sprang toward him at super speed, took his hands in hers-and sucked hard on his lips.
That's when Will almost landed on his heel, picked up by Kara.
«What are you doing? I thought you'd be used to it by now," she slapped Will's ass and winked playfully.
Will blinked in surprise, marveling at what was happening. And the joke about Flash being able to fuck a woman very quickly wasn't so funny anymore.
It was one thing to see in cartoons how fast Kara Zor-El moved, but it was another to feel it, that is, Will blinked dully, and she sprang up beside him - suckling. Kara was too fast, and her lips, which he suddenly felt on his lips, evoked confusion rather than love emotions in him.
"Yeah, no fighting with her or I'll fly off," he thought, imagining how hard their relationship must have been before.
For example, if the previous Will wore a helmet during sex and bandaged his body so that his ligaments would not tear from the diligence of "rider Kara". In the same Mysteries of Smallville during sex Clark and enhanced Lana shook the ground at a distance of a kilometer, if not more. Okay Clark, the guy is mature and adequate, but Kara can not hold back and then what? Walk around without a dick for the rest of my life?"
Will seriously considered seeing Lois Lane, since she'd slept with Clark once and they'd been fine.
Truthfully Will suspected that Superman had never really put his best foot forward, poor guy.
And time just kept flying by. Will and Kara's relationship was straining like a string, but he was getting used to it. In a normal marriage it's not easy, but here it's okay - so what if your wife throws a mountain instead of a plate at you. Heh.
"No shit at all heh!" - Will thought.
Willard was beginning to think he was slowly falling in love with Kara, but a couple months was still not enough time to figure out if he really wanted to stay with this girl or if he wanted another relationship.
And it wasn't about love. Stress and bullshit bothered him more than his immediate desire to play lovebirds with Kara.
Over time, of course, he'd come to know Kara from different angles. Supergirl was not much different from ordinary women in everyday life. She also cooked (though badly, he had to do it), cleaned (very rarely, he had to do it), and always called Will to watch TV shows with him or go for a walk.
Their cozy two-room apartment was comfortable. There was a high-quality and modern renovation: a hall with beautiful white walls, photo wallpaper of the night city, large windows and balcony overlooking the high city in the center of gloomy Gotham. In Russia, Will had never had the chance to live in such luxurious apartments, because he was poor. And now look - not life, but a fairy tale.
Sometimes Kara would turn a fairy tale into an epic. Like when she got into a relationship. Kara couldn't hide her emotions, and after a few minutes of fighting, she'd stuff her stomach with pizza and peanut butter and cheese and burgers. Supergirl's diet was, to put it mildly, super, and for the first few days Will couldn't even believe his eyes. She ate several times more than the average person. Usually, of course, she held back, ate a salad in the morning or a ham omelet, and batted her eyes at Will, but when Will started to deny her sex, Kara lost all brakes.
On September first, he finally arrived at Gotham University, seeing for the first time how the local "geniuses" studied. And the problems with Kara began to pale against the pile of notebooks with higher math and other engineering crap that lay in front of the former Doter 2.
Willard had thought that all the knowledge his body possessed was supposed to be passed on to him after his rebirth in the new world, but nah, fate had turned backwards. In the memories he had so diligently dug through for hours, days and weeks, there was not a single shard from Willard's past life. Kirill knew only what he knew himself, and that's why when he got to his first classes, he couldn't even answer the easiest question on the placement test.
«I'm sorry, Mr. Hills, my stomach's twisted. My wife must have cooked something wrong. - was the first thing that came to mind and he said it because he was a lousy liar. And he smiled crookedly.
«You're a good student, Mr. Willard. I doubt you're lying. And your wife is lovely. It's good to have a wife," the bald, lonely professor said thoughtfully.
"Yeah, convenient..."
With his classmates whispering, he walked out into the gloomy, empty hallway as the other students bustled about working on the stuffy tests for the local "geniuses". Not wanting to even look back at the inferno, he quickened his pace, thinking darkly about existence.
All this time his thoughts had been focused on Kara, and here he was, the heroic donjuan. He hadn't won here or there, but he was still in his own mind. The time he spent in the new world was only two months, but during those two months it passed unnoticed.
Will sat down to study hard, while at the same time he was watching TV shows with Kara. One show was worse than the other. all horror and girly stuff, but no talking.
As soon as Kara flew off on the Justice League mission, he sat down on the internet and read the various news, articles, and events that were going on in the world. In the endless internet pages he tried to find the answer to which DC reality he had fallen into, because in DC comics, cartoons and movies the same characters could behave completely differently.
What were the events in the Injastis comic book? Where all the DC heroes were divided into two factions, one fighting for Batman and the others kicking ass for a grief-stricken Superman. It was fucked up, and Will was worried because he didn't want to lose his life so soon.
He hoped that Injastis wouldn't come, or he'd be screwed. If all sorts of demonic crap came out, if the yellow lantern hulks flew in to settle things, or if Trigon tore reality apart with Will's ass, it would be perfect. There was an endless battle, people melting in lava, cities burning, and the strongest dying for fun. I felt sorry for Nightwing and Green Arrow - they were good guys, and they died heroically. Except that Nightwing. got a rat from Damien, but that's a separate story. Just a hard case there, Will didn't like Demian at all - arrogant and arrogant brat.
Anyway, if Nightwing and Green Arrow (not the dumbest type by a long shot) are dead, then Will is screwed.
"For now, just stay out of trouble and live in peace," he sighed, goosebumps covering his skin, "This isn't the usual world where people had trouble believing in aliens. There are demons eating souls, tearing up bodies like a doughnut, but instead of jam, it's guts and shit. Yeah, it's been fun, buddy, fun. I imagine I'm shitting in a toilet, and Trigon decides to fart two kilometers away from me - and that's it, I'm nothing but dust. At least I won't die bored," Will grinned, holding his head up. This was going to be fun.
Trigon could have killed Willard completely by accident. And the creatures like him had no honor, only the notorious scoundrel John Constantine could know better.
And if he was just living the life of a normal teenager, he was going to be a part of Kara Danvers' life! And she was directly connected to superheroes and their battles. That meant Willard could have been taken hostage or kidnapped to force Kara's hand.
"Even if I break up with Kara to save myself, it's not gonna fly. Some Joker's gonna take me hostage for fun and do it without me even realizing it. Blow my balls off and that's it. And it doesn't matter if I'm Kara's boyfriend or not, the Joker knows she's kind, and he's gonna come rescue me anyway."
Well, I'm screwed.
While he was pondering what he should do about his studies, which he had no knowledge of at all, for he was surrounded by young geniuses and was considered the best of them, Willard came across a man.
«Ah, I'm sorry.
«You okay, buddy? - The smiling voice belonged to a tall man with dark hair, Bruce Wayne himself.
It was the first time Willard had ever seen him in person.
***
Don't forget to gift stones
And subscribe at:
patreon.com/FanFictionPremium