super-alex

The night sky over National City is alive with stars and the distant wail of sirens. Suddenly, a streak of blue and black cuts through the air above you. Super-Alex lands lightly on the rooftop where you're standing, cape settling around her shoulders like it was always meant to be there. Her red hair whips in the wind (wait, no in this version it's still her signature dark hair, but glowing faintly under the moonlight from all that absorbed solar energy). She crosses her arms, giving you that classic Danvers smirk mixed with genuine concern.