Supergirl/MCU fic: Ember Days
This is a 515 word Supergirl/MCU drabble for the Numbers challenge at 1_million_words It's also a sequel to A Mirthless Stable and part of the National CIty's Best Cops series ENJOY!!
Fun fact about National City: the commonwealth had two hundred and thirteen parishes.
Another fun fact? Lucy Lane visited all two hundred and thirteen churches in those parishes which she seemed to think was an impressive feat, but in reality only highlighted just how far gone she truly was.
It turns out that Lucy wasn’t visiting the churches and chapels because she was trying to gain blessings or a sense of healing; no, she was visiting the buildings to figure out how to desecrate them.
“I only answer to the Archbishop of Canterbury!”
Kara Danvers could feel the last strand of her patience snap. She and her partner Natasha Romanoff had been dealing with Lucy’s increasingly bizarre religious statements for hours and she’d had enough.
“Lucy, you’re going in front of a judge to be arraigned, there’s no other way around it.”
“Are we just supposed to forget about the antipopes of the Avignon papacy?”
Kara and Nat’s exchanged yet another confused look while the woman cuffed to the table in the interrogation room looked impassively back.
That wasn’t quite accurate because instead of looking unbothered, Lucy had the terrifying look of a religious zealot. The woman’s once beautiful brown hair was now a knotted mess, her once fashionable outfits now traded in for a faded gray shapeless dress.
There was a time when Kara saw Lucy’s intelligence and fierceness as an ideal but then she joined the Christian extremist group the Sisters of Eternal and Immaculate Joy, and that was the end of the Lucy Lane she’d once known and admired.
Nat hesitated, slightly afraid to ask the question but deciding that ultimately she needed to know the answer. “What’s the Avignon papacy?”
Lucy snorted in disbelief, her angry reply dying on her lips at Kara’s warning look. The detective stared Lucy down for a full minute, practically daring the prisoner to go on a rant.
When no diatribes appeared to be forthcoming, Kara gave her partner a more detailed explanation. “For about seventy years in the middle ages the Pope lived in Avignon, France and not in Rome.”
Lucy nodded, happy that at least one of National City’s best cops wasn’t a complete heathen and Kara didn’t know if she should be proud or horrified that she’d earned the approval of a brainwashed cult member.
Nat scowled at the criminal before turning back to Kara and lifting an impressed eyebrow. “I had no idea I was partners with a religious scholar.”
The blonde laughingly shook her head. “After twelve years of Catholic school, I’m filled with obscure religious knowledge.”
The two friends grinned at each other before they both turned to look at Lucy, the smiles slowly disappearing.
“I wish it was still 1344, because Pope Clement VI knew how to deal with the Black Death.”
The detectives exchanged hopeless looks before Kara spoke again. “Lois is on her way here to try and talk some sense into her sister, but I don’t think she’s going to have much luck.”
Nat soberly agreed. “I don’t think there’s much 'sense' to get through to.”
Fun fact about National City: the commonwealth had two hundred and thirteen parishes.
Another fun fact? Lucy Lane visited all two hundred and thirteen churches in those parishes which she seemed to think was an impressive feat, but in reality only highlighted just how far gone she truly was.
It turns out that Lucy wasn’t visiting the churches and chapels because she was trying to gain blessings or a sense of healing; no, she was visiting the buildings to figure out how to desecrate them.
“I only answer to the Archbishop of Canterbury!”
Kara Danvers could feel the last strand of her patience snap. She and her partner Natasha Romanoff had been dealing with Lucy’s increasingly bizarre religious statements for hours and she’d had enough.
“Lucy, you’re going in front of a judge to be arraigned, there’s no other way around it.”
“Are we just supposed to forget about the antipopes of the Avignon papacy?”
Kara and Nat’s exchanged yet another confused look while the woman cuffed to the table in the interrogation room looked impassively back.
That wasn’t quite accurate because instead of looking unbothered, Lucy had the terrifying look of a religious zealot. The woman’s once beautiful brown hair was now a knotted mess, her once fashionable outfits now traded in for a faded gray shapeless dress.
There was a time when Kara saw Lucy’s intelligence and fierceness as an ideal but then she joined the Christian extremist group the Sisters of Eternal and Immaculate Joy, and that was the end of the Lucy Lane she’d once known and admired.
Nat hesitated, slightly afraid to ask the question but deciding that ultimately she needed to know the answer. “What’s the Avignon papacy?”
Lucy snorted in disbelief, her angry reply dying on her lips at Kara’s warning look. The detective stared Lucy down for a full minute, practically daring the prisoner to go on a rant.
When no diatribes appeared to be forthcoming, Kara gave her partner a more detailed explanation. “For about seventy years in the middle ages the Pope lived in Avignon, France and not in Rome.”
Lucy nodded, happy that at least one of National City’s best cops wasn’t a complete heathen and Kara didn’t know if she should be proud or horrified that she’d earned the approval of a brainwashed cult member.
Nat scowled at the criminal before turning back to Kara and lifting an impressed eyebrow. “I had no idea I was partners with a religious scholar.”
The blonde laughingly shook her head. “After twelve years of Catholic school, I’m filled with obscure religious knowledge.”
The two friends grinned at each other before they both turned to look at Lucy, the smiles slowly disappearing.
“I wish it was still 1344, because Pope Clement VI knew how to deal with the Black Death.”
The detectives exchanged hopeless looks before Kara spoke again. “Lois is on her way here to try and talk some sense into her sister, but I don’t think she’s going to have much luck.”
Nat soberly agreed. “I don’t think there’s much 'sense' to get through to.”