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Alright, another progress update on Part 2 of my Supercorp fic! Happy to say that I've finally finished laying out the broad strokes in terms of plot, which means I'm finally ready to start writing in earnest! And it only took me like five months!

Anyway, Chapter 1 is already in a finished, ready-to-post state, and I've started work on Chapter 2. I won't be posting them immediately though. I'd like to finish my final pass of Part 1 first; I might have fallen behind on that a bit. Whoops.

Unfortunately, the writing software I'm using for my final pass (Ellipsus) lags pretty badly on my phone. Which means I can really only feasibly work on it during the evening. Doesn't mean I'm just not going to be writing during the day, though. I'm actually going to do my best to get as far as I can on Part 2 before posting, and build up an actual buffer like I said I would try to like a dozen times in Part 1. Hoping this attempt is more successful, lol.

Anyway, best case scenario, Part 2 will go up next week, but it could be later depending on IRL stuff. Almost certainly this month, though (don't want to guarantee anything, as that feels like tempting fate).

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Suddenly remembering that I said I'd use this blog as a place to put updates for my Supercorp fic. So, here's a progress update!

Roughly halfway through my final pass on Part 1, up to Chapter 22. Most of these are just general tweaks to fix awkward wording, and correcting typos. Also adding translation footnotes whenever appropriate, and reworking a couple descriptions to make locations more canon-accurate.

First few "episdodes" of Part 2 are plotted out with rough outlines, and a number of scenes already written. Including the first chapter, the rough draft of which is mostly finished at this point.

I have character arcs for Winn, J'onn, M'gann, and Mon-El planned out, while continuing the arcs I started in Part 1 for Kara, Lena, James, Alex, and Maggie. Mon-El specifically is probably gonna take up a lot of the spotlight in Part 2—like Alex did in Part 1—but the focus is still of course going to be Kara and Lena.

I have plans for how I want to finish up the Cadmus storyline, and make room for the Daxamite Invasion arc. This involves the issues of Jeremiah, Lillian, Henshaw, and the remaining two Cadmus bases established in Part 1 (and possibly a way to syncretize it a bit with the comics version).

Did a bunch of behind-the scenes worldbuilding, to hopefully add some more depth and help with internal consistency. Including a rework of Daxam's history and it's relationship with Krypton. Basically just trying to make them less two-dimensional as antagonists.

On that note, I'm currently working on how to adapt the Daxam Invasion storyline. I have some ideas on how I want to resolve it, but first I need to figure out how to lead into it. Probably just need to rewatch the relevant episodes for inspiration.

Not sure how much longer I'll need before I'm ready to start writing (and posting) in earnest, unfortunately. My sister's wedding is in a couple weeks, so that's taking up an inordinate amount of my time. Hopefully it won't be too much longer, though!

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Parts 1&2, part 3

Snow White parked her station wagon on the curb outside Regina's house, and frowned thoughtfully at the yellow bug parked a few feet in front of her. Emma had called the previous night, to let Snow know she wasn't going to be home, but Snow hadn't thought anything of it. It wasn't unusual for Emma to spontaneously pull all-nighters at the station or on patrol. The fact that her car was still at Regina's, though, was unexpected.

Puzzling over that mystery, Snow got out of her own car and started down the walkway to Regina's door. No sooner did she get a few steps in, though, than the door opened. Snow stopped in her tracks, blinking in surprise. "Emma."

Emma slowed, raising a hand in greeting. "Hey, Mom."

She was wearing one of Regina's shirts. The gray button-down, the one she'd stolen once during her first year in Storybrook. Snow's eyes flicked from the shirt, to Regina's house, then back to her daughter. "You slept... here." With Regina, she'd almost said.

Emma twisted to glance back at the house and shrugged. "Yeah. I had a few too many drinks last night, so Regina let me crash in the guest room." She turned back, a hint of defensive steel in her eyes. "Why? Is that a problem?"

"No," Snow replied quickly. The guest room, right. That made sense. Snow released a breath she didn't know she'd been holding and shook her head to clear the cobwebs. "Sorry, it's fine. I just, didn't expect to see you here."

Emma relaxed. "Oh. Well, yeah." She rocked on the balls of her feet, and bit the inside of her cheek. "Actually, Regina and I were talking last night. About me, maybe staying here on the weekends? That way there's less bouncing back and forth for Henry."

"Oh." Snow's eyes went wide. Henry usually spent his weekends at the loft, with Snow and David and Emma, and little Neal of course. It was admittedly a little cramped with all of them, and only two beds. But it was nice, to have everyone under one roof.

"I mean, obviously you and Dav- Dad can still, like, take him out and stuff," Emma assured her. "It'd just mean he comes back here afterward. Plus, I thought you guys might appreciate some alone time? For dates and things, I mean."

"That would be nice," Snow admitted. It was easy enough to find a babysitter for Neal. But having their adult daughter sleeping in basically the same room as them made certain things a bit... scarcer than Snow would like. Getting weekends to themselves would open up a lot more opportunities for date nights. After a moment of consideration she asked, "How does Regina feel about it?"

Emma chuckled. "You know her. She'd give Henry the world if he asked for it."

Snow smiled as well. "Alright, well. I can talk to David about it, see what he thinks. But I think it sounds like a wonderful idea."

Emma beamed at her. "Great. I'll, uh, see you around."

"Bye," Snow replied with a wave, as they both resumed walking and passed one another. Snow reached the door just as she heard the bug's engine rumble to life, and rang the doorbell.

After a few seconds, Regina opened the door asking, "Did you forget- Oh." She paused. "I, thought you were Emma."

"Nope," Snow replied. "I just passed her, though."

"Ah." Regina glanced past Snow to the street outside, frowning, and stepped aside to let her in. "Henry!" she called. "Your grandmother's here!"

"Down in a second!" came the reply, followed by rapid footfalls.

Regina stalked forward, eyebrows meeting. "Henry! Do not run down the stairs!"

"I didn't," Henry lied, appearing around the corner with his backpack slung over his shoulder. "Hey Grandma, bye Mom, see you after school."

Regina just shook her head and left them by the door, muttering something that sounded suspiciously like, "His mother."

"So," Snow started as they walked back to her car. "How goes Operation Whiptail?"

Henry eyed her suspiciously. "I thought you didn't think it was gonna work."

That was before Emma started talking about moving in with Regina, Snow wanted to say. But instead she just shrugged. "Humor me."

"Okay... Well, last night I got Emma to stay here with us, and she and Mom stayed up talking for, like, four hours. And then this morning, Mom made waffles." Henry stressed the last word, eyes wide with implied meaning.

"Waffles," Snow echoed, as they reached her station wagon and climbed in.

Henry rolled his eyes, buckling his seatbelt. "Mom never makes waffles. She always says you might as well eat cake for breakfast. But this morning, she made waffles with whipped cream and fresh fruit. Emma ate, like, ten, and Mom was smiling at her the whole time when she thought nobody was looking. Plus, she gave Emma a clean shirt to wear, and it was the gray button-down." He paused. "You know, the one that Emma-"

"I remember," Snow told him.

"Right, well. After breakfast, Emma helped Mom with the dishes, and Mom did a kind of touched Emma's arm like this—" he demonstrated with his own arm, trailing his fingers from the back of his opposite shoulder down to his elbow, "and Emma's face got all red."

Snow nodded, absorbing all that information. If someone had told her—after the first curse broke—that she would be seriously considering Emma and Regina as a couple, she'd... Well, she probably would have laughed in their face. But a lot had happened in the past few years, and the match was seeming more and more plausible as time went on. "You really think they could break this curse?"

"Are you kidding?" Henry asked her. "True love's kiss can break any curse."

"But it won't work if you try to force it, or trick them into it," Snow reminded him pointedly. "It has to be their choice. That's what true means."

"It'll work," Henry insisted. "Trust me. They're my moms, I know them better than anyone."

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A followup to the previous parts

Henry smiled as he sat at the dinner table, despite the math homework laid out before him. Beside him sat Emma, poring over the textbook with a wrinkled brow in the hopes of helping him understand the problem. But that wasn't why he was smiling. Henry was smiling because of the quiet, musical hum drifting out of the kitchen as his mom cooked dinner. There was no real melody to it, just an aimless tune that faded in and out as Regina moved from task to task.

"Okay," Emma said, sliding the textbook back in front of him. "I think I understand it now. You're supposed to take this angle, and- What?"

Henry pulled his eyes from the direction of the kitchen and shook his head. "Nothing," he replied. "She's just, happy."

Emma glanced over, following the direction he'd been looking. "What, 'cause she's humming? She always hums when she cooks."

Henry's smile grew, but he didn't say anything. The simple fact was, Emma was wrong. Regina didn't hum every time she made dinner. Not that Emma would know, of course. It had taken Henry some time to notice the pattern himself. To notice that the only nights his mom hummed as she cooked, were the nights that Emma joined them for dinner. Not just that, but Henry was pret-ty sure that his mom put a little magic into her food on those nights too. Somehow, it always ended up not a second overdone, and seasoned to perfection.

"What?" Emma repeated warily, as she leaned slightly away. "What's with the smile? You good, kid?"

"Fine," Henry replied innocently. He picked up his pencil. "How do I solve it?"

Emma gave him a suspicious look, but walked him through the problem anyway. To be honest, Henry hadn't needed as much help as he'd let on. He probably could have figured it out on his own, or asked his mom for help. But having Emma over as often as possible was a crucial part of Operation Whiptail.

"Dinner's ready," Regina announced, appearing in the doorway. "Clear the table, please. Emma, could you help me in the kitchen?"

"Yep," Emma agreed easily, and stood as Henry gathered his things. Once everything was tucked back into his backpack he hurried to go help, dodging past Emma whose arms were laden with plates and silverware. "Woah, kid. Where are you going?"

"I'm thirsty," Henry called back, rushing to the cupboard. He wasn't really, but it was a good excuse for him to grab a pair of wine glasses while he was at it. He followed his mom back into the dining room, mouth watering at the sight—and smell—of dinner. He quickly placed a wine glass at each of his moms' place settings, then slid smoothly back into his own seat.

"We're having wine?" Emma questioned, lifting her glass to peer into it, as if it would miraculously fill itself.

Regina carefully set dinner in the middle of the table, then stood straight. "Well I hadn't planned on it," she remarked. "But a nice red would pair well with this dish."

With a wave of her hand, deep purple smoke coalesced on the surface of the table, then faded to reveal an open bottle of wine. Emma grabbed it eagerly, filling Regina's glass and then her own. She took a swig immediately, before declaring, "It's good."

Regina rolled her eyes. "I'm glad you approve of the vintage, you peon."

"You know you love me," Emma jibed back with a grin. Henry's eyes darted to his mom's face as she hesitated, then smiled thinly and sat.

"So," Regina said, as she began to hand out servings. "I heard you had an eventful day."

"Mm." Emma bobbed her head in agreement, before swallowing. "Some idiot stole a wand from the convent, tried to blast his way past the barrier. Nearly blew his own foot off."

"Maybe he'd have learned something if he did," Regina remarked.

"Trust me," Emma assured her, "He's learning it. The nuns are probably still lecturing him as we speak."

"Truly a fate worse than death."

Henry mostly stayed out of the conversation as they ate, content to listen with a smile as his moms bantered back and forth. Eventually, he pushed his chair back and let out an exaggerated sigh. "I'm full," he said. "And tired. I think I'm gonna go to bed."

"It's like seven o'clock," Emma pointed out skeptically.

Henry shrugged innocently. "It's a school night, I don't want to wake up tired. And I'm probably going to read some before I go to sleep anyway."

"Alright," Regina said. "Goodnight, dear. Sleep well."

"Probably not a bad idea for me to be heading out too," Emma said, pushing her own seat back.

"No!" Henry interrupted hastily. Both his moms instantly turned to look at him, with twin looks of confusion and alarm. Quickly, he recovered. "Uh. I mean. You've been drinking. You shouldn't drive."

Emma raised an eyebrow at the half-full bottle of wine. "I had two glasses. I'll be fine."

"You're not supposed to drive even after one drink," Henry pointed out. "Isn't that what you told me?"

"Uh..." Emma glanced around the room like she was searching for an answer. "I'll, ask someone to pick me up then. Or your mom can drive me."

"Why don't you just stay here?" Henry suggested. "We've got a guest room."

"Henry," Regina said with a slight reprimand. "She doesn't have to stay if she doesn't want to."

"No, I'll stay," Emma quickly corrected. "I mean, if you want me to. I just don't want to impose, or anything. But, if you're fine with me crashing in the guest room..."

Regina paused, then smiled at her. "I guess I'll be making breakfast for three tomorrow."

Henry beamed. "Kay, goodnight!"

"Night kid."

"Goodnight."

Henry left the dining room, heading for the stairs, but paused and hung back just within earshot. Distantly, he could hear Emma ask, "Why do I feel like I just got conned?"

"He's been pushing for you to move in," Regina told her, as the scrape of silverware against porcelain resumed. "Archie says it's normal, for him to want both parents living in one house, but obviously I'm not going to ask you to uproot your life like that."

"Right, yeah. Makes sense, what Archie said. I mean our situation isn't exactly, normal, but I could see that giving him a bit more... stability."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. I mean, when you really think about it, he spends half his time with you and half with me. So, he's constantly bouncing back and forth between here and the loft. Both of us under one roof, that's a whole lot less..."

"...Bouncing," Regina finished.

"Yeah." A second passed. "I mean, obviously I'm not actually going to move in. I'm just saying-"

"It'd be good for him if you did."

"Yeah." The silence lingered longer this time. Then, "Okay well if I'm not driving then pass the wine."

Henry grinned and turned to quietly climb the stairs. Operation Whiptail was all going according to plan.

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Most Gothamites, when presented with the pitch-black silhouette of a Bat in their window, reacted one of two ways. Criminals, if they were smart, would normally break into a sprint for the nearest exit. Civilians tended to scream, and stammer out some variation of "What do you want?"

Selina Kyle was not exactly an average Gothamite. Where others saw mysterious and dark spirits of justice, she saw her on-and-off-again (currently off) boyfriend and his gaggle of children, both legal and otherwise. So, when she crossed from her kitchen to her living room—mug of tea in hand—and caught glimpse a scowling shadow in her window, she merely gave a small flinch and raised a hand to calm her racing heart.

With a quiet huff, Selina walked to the window and unlatched it. "Honestly Cassandra," she scolded, as her pseudo-stepdaughter climbed inside. "Would it kill you to knock?"

Cass shrugged and pulled off her mask. "I'm mad at Bruce," she said in lieu of an answer. "Can I stay here?"

One might assume that her (current) ex's kids might hold a grudge against her for dumping the man who'd taken them in, but in reality it just seemed to encourage them. Selina swore she actually saw some of them more when she and Bruce were fighting. So Selina wasn't exactly surprised to hear that her visitor was upset with her father. It did raise another question though, "I thought you and Stephanie were living together."

Cass shrugged again, glancing at her feet. "Things are... weird, with Steph, right now."

Well that was cryptic. Selina knew better than to try and push the issue, however. "You can stay in the guest bedroom if you like," she offered. "I think you still have clothes in the dresser, from last time."

"Thanks," Cass said, the tension leaving her shoulders. After a momentary pause, she shuffled off in the direction of the guest room, while Selina went to go put some more water on to boil. Originally, her plan had been to curl up in bed with her tea and a good book. But she was nothing if not flexible, and she certainly wasn't one to turn away one of her ex's kids.

Not long after she'd set the kettle onto the burner, Selina's phone began to ring with a quiet buzzing. He was late. She stepped over to the counter, where her phone lay face-down and glanced at the contact as she raised it to her ear. "Yes, she's with me. No, I'm not sending her home. No, you cannot come get her."

There was a pause, then a long sigh distorted by static. "Did she tell you what happened?"

Selina turned to lean back against the island counter and watch the stove. "Only that she's mad at you."

"She and Stephanie were talking-" Bruce started, but Selina quickly cut him off.

"With all due respect," she said, "which is none, by the way, I don't care what they were doing. She came here because she didn't want to see you, and I'm going to respect that." Then she registered what he'd said, and scowled. "And even if I did, talking? That's a punishable offense now?"

"It was a surveillance mission," Bruce defended. "They should have been paying attention to the target, not each other."

Selina took a deep breath, and pinched the bridge of her nose. She exhaled slowly, pushing her frustrations out with the breath, then opened her eyes and looked up to the ceiling. Bruce was silent throughout the process, waiting patiently. Eventually, Selina said, "You're too hard on them. Sometimes, I think you forget they're children."

"If they want to be out in the field-"

"I'm not talking about training," Selina interrupted. "I'm talking about being their father. When's the last time you told them you loved them? Any of them?"

"Don't make this about us-"

"It's not about us," Selina snapped. "It's about you, and your refusal to express even the slightest bit of emotion!" Then she stopped, closed her eyes, and pinched the bridge of her nose again.

Once again, Bruce waited until she was done before speaking. "I don't mean to," he said quietly. "You know that."

"I know," Selina sighed. It was the only reason she kept going back to him. The tragic brokenness of it all. The delusional hope that she could fix him. And for a time, it would seem to work. But then some big case would come along, and he'd let himself get drawn in, and he'd forget how to be a person again.

With a shrill whistle, the teakettle reached boiling and Selina moved to take it off the burner. "Just, try to tell them every once in a while. Schedule it, if you have to. But tell them. A child needs to know their father loves them."

"I will," Bruce promised and, it was a start. "Let me know when Cassandra is ready to come home. Please."

"I will," Selina sighed. She ended the call and braced her arms against the counter, leaning heavily against it. Then, with a deep breath, she stood up and opened her tea cupboard for a second mug and a bag of Assam.

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You don't see her enter the courtyard. The first sign of her presence is the screams. Fear takes you, robbing you of any thought but to run, run, run!

Someone falls next to you. Their screams cut off in a horrid gurgle. You don't stop to look. You reach the locked gate. Three people stand outside, eye wide and weapons held limp. Some part of you recognizes them as the enemy but that doesn't matter right now, all that matters is they aren't the monster you've been locked in with. You scream at them and beg them to help you. They do not move.

A hand grips your shoulder. You're spun around to face the monster. Ashen gray skin. Eyes that burn with an unholy light. A horrid gleeful grin dripping with the blood of your comrades. The eyes flash and the fear is replaced with calm. She is your friend. There is no need to run. Her lips part, teeth flashing in the moonlight. She leans in and you smile at her, happy to help.

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Part 3, and part 4

"So... What are we looking for?" Emma wondered, as she looked around at all the clutter. Regina's vault was always overflowing with strange and esoteric artifacts, a sharp contrast to her perfectly tidy house.

"I am looking for a spell. You just followed me in here." Regina stood facing a wall, head bowed as she scanned the pages of a dusty tome.

"Right." Emma chewed at her cheek, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet. "So... what kind of spell are we looking for?"

"I don't know yet, I just started looking. And it will take even longer if you keep interrupting me."

"Sorry," Emma muttered under her breath. In the name of not distracting Regina from her Very Important Work, she turned her attention to the objects scattered around her. Lots of books and scrolls, mostly, in languages she couldn't understand. She gave a glance at Regina, whose nose was still buried in her book, and unrolled one of the scrolls. Looked like Arabic, or something. It was wrapped around a wax cylinder though, that had some pretty cool carvings. Emma reached out to pick it up and get a closer look.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Emma looked up, startled, to find Regina twisting around to stare pointedly at her. Emma shrugged, nonchalant, and pulled her hand back. "What," she joked, "Is it going to turn me into a toad?"

"No, it will just kill you," Regina replied, turning back to her book. Slowly flipping the page she added, "I prefer to deal with my enemies directly."

"Yeah, I noticed that," Emma muttered. She rolled the scroll back up, careful not to touch the wax cylinder, and her eye caught on a glint of light. A tiny silver bell, with a handle of black wood. Pursing her lips, she reached out.

"Emma!" Regina scolded, and rushed over to snatch her wrist away from the bell. "You're like a puppy," she huffed, "Getting into everything she sees."

"Hey," Emma defended, but faltered. She, didn't really have a good argument. "Puppies are cute," she finished lamely.

Regina paused, and looked her up and down. "Yes, well. My point stands." She stepped away, back to her spellbook—leaving Emma to stare after her, gaping. "I think I've found the spell we need," she continued, oblivious to Emma blue-screening behind her. "The ingredients will be difficult to find though. Gold will have some, but whatever he wants in return probably won't be pleasant."

"Did you just call me cute?" Emma asked, slowly recovering.

"Do you want to waste time talking?" Regina asked, moving quickly to the exit with her spellbook tucked primly under her arm. "Or do you want to break this curse?"

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