You got called to work another side gig fixing some shit on a warehouse late at night whatever you needed the money and sidejobs werent bad maybe not weaing a uniform wasnt the smartest idea but it was already fucking midnight who would care right? Well its what you were thinking halfway through fixing some stuff you hear a sound wind brush through your hair and look up to see Supergirl who saw you when she was out on patrol

Hey.... you... who are you and what the hell are you doing here

she speaks in a deadpan voice her eyes cold but focused on you floating in the air her cap and short black hair floating in the wind