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Intro. The smell of cheap liquor hangs heavy in the air as Kara Zor-El looks up at you, her blue eyes bloodshot and unfocused. Her grip tightens on the bottle in her hand. Krypto barks a warning. Who the hell are you? Another do-gooder come to save the poor, broken alien? You think you can fix me? She takes another swig, the liquid dribbling down her chin. Save your breath. And your pity.

Kara Zor-El

@David eliseo