#anyway. everyone go read supergirl: woman of tomorrow instead of this.

[bisupergirl]

just read action comics #1077 and while it wasn't actually as bad as the previous issues—i think what little we got of the world destroyer's backstory was interesting?—it's just so funny to me to call back to woman of tomorrow in these panels because tamaki's kara couldn't do half the shit that king's kara did in sg:wot

action comics #1077

like not only is tamaki's kara ridiculously weak (remember when she was apparently almost killed by having a slab of concrete fall on her in the supergirl special? i do!), but being reminded of sg:wot in this issue just make me think about how totally incompetent tamaki's kara really is in comparison. especially in this story. she quite literally has not done a single thing successfully or completely on her own throughout this entire arc:

first of all, she's only even on this mission because clark told her to go. not because she decided to go herself, but because clark ordered her to. and she just. does. without pressing for more information.

then she goes to retrieve the prisoner for transport -> the prisoner isn't there

she has to get the prisoner's coordinates from the judge and take them with her to the prisoner's location -> the judge is kidnapped right in front of her along with the coordinates

she finds where the judge has been taken (only because the judge's robot assistant told her where she could find them) -> she gets the coordinates but the judge is killed in the process

she goes to where the prisoner is being held to retrieve them -> dozens of enemies arrive and immediately subdue and capture both her and the prisoner

she tries to use her powers to free herself from her restraints -> her heat vision doesn't work and her freeze breath completely freezes her in place, causing her to have to be saved by the robot assistant

she tries to find where the prisoner is located on the enemy ship -> the robot assistant has to lead her to the prisoner's location

she tries to find a way out while being pursued by all the enemies -> the robot assistant has to give her the idea to steal a ship while the prisoner subdues all the enemies attacking them (not kara ! because why would she be the one to do that !)

and even when she finally gets the prisoner onto the ship and into her care (something she's been trying to do for six issues) she can't even fully control or restrain her.

she literally can't do shit. and you're going to purposely compare your shitty take on kara to the kara that appears in woman of tomorrow ??? bold choice i guess.

[dw-flagler]

its kind of funny to me that in the comics supergirl kind of occupies the spot for like the edgy superman. which is kind of weird for her typical role as kid sidekick to superman because her thing as a character (at least the versions of her character that i like) is that she doesn't have a reason to help anybody and doesn't like earth. edgy superman. but she's also the kid sidekick. strange juxtaposition

[stranger-who-writes-fiction]

What's this? Another Supergirl: Woman of Tomorrow post?? But it's 2024! Surely, there's nothing new to uncover with regards to this seminal work of sequential storytelling...right?!?!?

Well...kinda. XD

BEHOLD! Another Tom King podcast interview, wherein he discusses Supergirl: Woman of Tomorrow, and mostly confirms stuff we already knew, but! BUT! He does drop some new bits of info!

Right then. LET'S GO!

My usual disclaimer applies, recommend listening to the interview firsthand to get a more objective perspective.

But if you're cool with my (INCREDIBLY BIASED! ALWAYS! ALWAYS BIASED WITH THIS BOOK!) summary, then ONWARDS WE GO.

(And when I say 'biased summary' what I mean is that I will be including the bits that make me want to run a victory lap because my readings were SPOT HECKIN' ON, ALL YE NAYSAYERS!*)

Ahem. Anyways.

So I'm going to start off with some new-ish info (at least, it's new-ish to me. XD) The interviewers had asked about the title, specifically in regards to Zor-El's dialogue in issue six (I believe it's the portion where Zor is explaining to Kara why he's going to save her, and says something like, "tomorrow will come soon enough...and you will be a woman looking back on the many decades of your life..." hence 'Woman of Tomorrow') and whether that was planned from the outset, or if that part came about organically as he was writing it.

King said he'd originally written a completely different script for issue six (which we did know) but FUN NEW FACTOID TIME: Zor-El/Kara's origin (initially) weren't included in issue six like, at all. It therefore would not have come up at any point within the mini-series, had they gone with that first script.

But editorial hated it (King agreed with their conclusion, and another fun fact, we'll get to see said script in the backmatter for the new deluxe edition, YAY) and when King asked if there was anything in it that they liked, they said the tiny flashback to Kara's time on Argo was good.

SO. King then decided to expand that/incorporate her origin, because that would be 'easy', and this was back during his crazy COVID writing schedule.

(Folks will perhaps recall that he wrote issue seven in like...a day. What we did not know was that he rewrote issue six in that same week.)

And then it ended up being everyone's favorite issue so yaaaaay for editors! Unsung heroes of comics!

They are also comics' greatest villains but that's a discussion for another day!

Evely's art was mentioned at this point and King was like, 'I had to go back and make the writing more beautiful/esoteric to match what she was putting out.'

Also we stan a comic writer who lets his artists take as long as they need on art. (Though as he's mentioned before, Evely was able to turn in the art quickly on this book, which is heckin' WILD to me, have you SEEN that woman's pencils and inkwork??!??!?!??!?!)

They touched on the True Grit comparisons, only relevant/new bits there are that King feels it's the perfect novel (agree) and that the John Wayne version is terrible (also correct) and the Cohen Brothers' version is great (right again.)

Another bit we already knew: It was an editor who was responsible for the suggestion that Kara should be Rooster, not Mattie. (I think in the past he credited this to Jamie Rich, but this time he said he couldn't remember if it was Rich or Brittany Holzherr, and said they could fight over the credit if they want. XD)

Either way, THANK YOU, WHOEVER YOU ARE, b/c the alternative pitch, with Kara as Mattie and Lobo as Rooster, sounded awful.

Instead King went with, 'Kara will learn from the young naïf, and teach the young naïf.'

(Much better.)

MORE NEW, FUN TRIVIA!!!!

King said they had the first issue completely drawn, colored, and lettered--basically ready to go, and DC said, 'we can't publish this because Supergirl doesn't drink.'

King called Jim Lee, trying to make his case, that she was twenty-one, it was legal, it was a totally normal/human thing to do, and Lee was like, 'but we can't.'

King: Could I do it with Superman? Lee: Yeah.

Essentially it was a lot of tiptoeing around stuff like, 'girls can't get drunk and whatnot' coupled with 'Supergirl can't do that because she's perfect and pure.'

But! Lee ultimately was like, 'okay, you can leave the scene in, but you can't say she's drunk.'

So if you go back and read the actual dialogue/narration, there's no explicit language confirming that kara is three sheets to the wind.

(Which is so, so ridiculous to me because the art makes it very, very clear that she is. XD LOOPHOLES!)

King and the interviewers pointed out that this real world editorial incident ironically tied into one of the metanarratives of the character, that being the pressure placed on Kara, which Clark doesn't have to deal with.

Art imitating life etc. etc. XD

Feel like I've heard this bit in other interviews but it's sweet so it bears repeating: the green sun planet's name is based on King's nickname for his daughter, and she was the one who came up with the idea of a 'green sun planet' during a discussion at dinner one night.

So shifting gears a bit, the rest of the podcast focused specifically on various plot points that the interviewers wanted to discuss/had questions about; it's basically King offering his insights as the writer. And I really, really appreciate this, for reasons I'll get to further down. Now then, more summarizing!

One of the interviewers brought up a sticking point he had with the book: the execution of the Brigand in issue four. Ruthye says to Supergirl that she thought she would save him. To which Supergirl replies: Did you?

King explained that Ruthye and Kara are on opposite journeys in this book. In issue one, Kara is on the side of 'I don't kill, heroes never kill' and Ruthye is on the opposite side, 'Krem killed my father, I have to kill him.' At the end of the book, they are once again on opposite sides, but they've switched.

(I love the way King described it, that Ruthye becomes Supergirl, and saves Supergirl. More on this later.)

But specifically that part in issue four, where Kara doesn't step in, King confirmed that she's on that journey, she's going through that transition, but she hasn't crossed the line of, 'I'll kill him myself.' Rather, she's allowing the system to do what it will.

King also mentioned that this theme isn't especially new and has been examined in comics time and time again, of superheroes asserting their morality over governments, and how that spirals into fascism. He cited Kingdom Come, etc.

Further comments from King on Kara's character: she's conflicted, unlike Clark. Clark's soul and ideals are aligned one to one; Kara wants that. She loves those ideals and wants to uphold them, but she's not fully aligned like that because of what she's been through (read: She's Seen Some Things)

Loved this bit from King: "Supergirl's a little more human than Clark, in spite of being more alien."

King said DC probably would've let him have Supergirl kill Krem in the end, BUT (and it's a good 'but' tying into that earlier bit about Ruthye becoming Supergirl) he said that the theme of this book was 'what makes Supergirl awesome' (he admits this is kind of a dumb theme, but hard disagree, sir) and he liked that Kara's lessons to Ruthye are ultimately what saves her. Kara saves herself.

(STICK A PIN IN THAT ONE, FOLKS)

King once again stated, for the record, that Krem does not die in the end!

The two interviewers had differing interpretations, hence King needing to confirm. XD He even pulled out his script for issue eight, and the description does indeed say that Krem is unconscious, not dead.

And, AND, Evely even made this clearer in the art; the script didn't have Krem moving after Ruthye hit him, but Evely added Krem placing his hand on his head.

Another point the interviewers wanted to discuss: Ruthye writing that Supergirl had killed Krem.

King confirmed that this was to prevent the Brigands from retaliating against Ruthye, and instead focus on going after Supergirl.

In King's mind, Kara feels immense guilt that her father saved her over literally anyone else, so she spends her life taking on other people's pain, to make up for what she sees as taking someone else's spot on that ship.

The scene in issue seven, where Kara's falling through the atmosphere and pushes through in order to preserve the memories that she carries with her was inspired by events from King's life; his mother died unexpectedly, and when going through her things, realized that he was one of the only people who carried certain memories of his mother and grandparents; he described it as a kind of burden.

Last question from the interviewers: Why make Ruthye and unreliable narrator? Do we believe anything in this book, now?

King started off his answer by noting that he fought against using captions in his books for his entire career; by the time he started writing comics, caption boxes had sort of lost their vitality and had become the equivalent of thought balloons, which had long since fallen out of style.

But when he returned to them with Supergirl, he said, (and I have the full quote below)

King: "What I love about [captions] is that you can write things that contrast what's in the pictures, so that the captions can tell you a little bit of a different story than what you're seeing, and thereby enhance it--it's that idea of Ruthye being, she's narrating the story but we're seeing pictures of what's actually happening, creates an excellent sort of tension I think." (Bold mine)

And so, some THOUGHTS!

As always, I love learning new things about this comic. I wish this comic had a commentary track, with King (and Evely, Lopes, and Cowles!) talking about the creation/processes behind the book.

Next best thing is podcasts, I guess! XD

But IN ADDITION to fun, new information, as I mentioned at the outset, King has basically confirmed a bunch of stuff I mentioned in my deep dive posts.

To quote one of the interviews: "I was validated by Tom King!"

XD

This also debunks like. Every bad-faith criticism lobbed at the book. It's almost like a checklist of the month-to-month stuff I was seeing from those aforementioned naysayers, complaining on twitter that King had ruined Kara beyond repair.

They'll likely never listen to this podcast, but I wish they would! I think it would make them feel better. XD Like, hearing the insights on Kara/Ruthye/etc has just reminded me once again how good this book is, and how emotionally moving.

Like, again, I love the way King sums up how Kara and Ruthye work together in this book to shine a spotlight on Supergirl; Kara teaches Ruthye lessons, Ruthye becomes Supergirl thanks to those lessons, Ruthye then saves Kara, thus Kara saves herself.

(Which hey, I touched on in my issue eight post, way back when.)

(I'm also beyond thrilled that my assumption that the art is the true account while the narration boxes are Ruthye's recounting was CORRECT.)

(Which isn't to suggest this is a terribly deep, difficult to decipher text. I mean. It's a monthly comic book intended for mass consumption, starring popular IP--the writing isn't inaccessible by any means. XD But I just remember seeing SO MANY PEOPLE deliberately misreading these specific points as a way to Stay Mad, so I'm relieved that my glass half full interpretations wasn't just the result of desperate Evely Stan goggles, you know? XD)

TL;DR: I cannot heckin' WAIT for that big, beautiful hardcover coming out in July (IDK if I've posted about it here yet but Lopes said he recolored some stuff so you BETTER BELIEVE I'll be back on my Woman of Tomorrow nonsense this summer) and I'm also thrilled that this entire creative team has returned with a new creator owned title (EXPECT A POST ON THAT...AT SOME POINT???)

[justmickeyfornow]

Super{Delivery}Girl

Lena heard the knock on her door and didn’t need to look up from her work to know it was her secretary, Jess. She highlighted a line of the contract that she needed to speak to the legal department about and noticed Jess placing a covered plate of food on her desk.

Just as she was about to argue that she wasn’t hungry, Jess put a finger up, shutting her up completely.

“One day, this conversation is gonna get old.” Jess said sternly, as she began opening up containers and setting the utensils, “I bring you food, you say you're not hungry, I threaten to quit if you don't eat, you end up eating it. Let's just skip to the end, Ms Luthor.”

Lena sighed. The smell of the seasoned veggie stir-fry from her favorite Chinese restaurant making her regret claiming she wasn’t hungry, “I don't know how I'll be able to survive without you the next two weeks.”

“I told you I could set up a food delivery service for you.” Jess claimed, going to the other side of the office and grabbing a bottle of wine and a glass.

“No, no. I don't like being interrupted. Other than by you, that is. Can you imagine a delivery boy walking in on one of my meetings to give me my food? Besides, I don’t like eating from the same place every day, you know that." Lena said.

"So, hire a temporary assistant until I get back." Jess chuckled.

Lena narrowed her eyes, "Oh, I can never cheat on you, Jess. How dare you suggest I would even think of it?"

Jess rolled her eyes, as she poured a glass of red wine for her boss, "I'm serious, Ms. Luthor. She won't be responsible for anything but ordering your food. I’ll make sure of it.”

Lena leaned back in her chair and took a sip of her wine, "I'm very peculiar about who I have to deal with on a daily basis. Remember? It took me forever to choose you as my assistant.”

Jess feigned innocence, “I remember you choosing me in the blink of an eye,” she shrugged, “but tomayto tomahto.”

Lena found herself laughing at that, "I'm gonna miss your snarky comments."

Jess bagan clearing some of the documents that Lena had set aside and marked as complete, "If you want an assistant with my snarky comments I have one trained and ready for you."

Lena rolled her eyes, “I’ll pass, thank you very much. Besides, think of it as a challenge.”

“A challenge of what? How long can you last without food?” Jess deadpanned with a raised eyebrow.

Lena shook her head at her antics, “No. Of whether or not I’m a snobby rich CEO that doesn’t know how to function without an assistant.”

“Oh, you can function! Trust me! You just have a goldfish memory regarding your food!"

Lena rolled her eyes and drank from her wine. Jess tapped the pile of papers to straighten them out, before carrying them with her, "I'm gonna take these and place them on Richard's desk. Do you need anything before I head out?"

Lena smiled warmly, "Just that you have the absolute most wonderful time on your much needed vacation."

Jess already began walking as she chuckled, "That's impossible. I'll be too worried whether or not you've dropped dead from malnutrition." she turned to Lena just as she reached the door and flinched to make her next point, "Not really in the mood to job hunt if you die on me."

Lena breathed out a chuckle in response, "Go, before I extend your vacation to 3 weeks. You're more of a workaholic than I am." Lena exclaimed.

Jess simply smiled and leaned against the door frame, "Goodbye, Ms. Luthor."

Lena returned the affectionate smile with one of her own, "See you in two weeks."

"Take care of yourself." Jess shouted from the hallway, "Literally!"

"What's the worst that can happen?" Lena replied just as loud.

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Lena stayed at the office much later than she had planned. When she looked at the clock it was almost 10 pm and Jess had walked out through her doors almost 6 hours ago. She sighed at her inability to have normal working hours these days. Taking over the company has been a grand decision. One she was forced to make rather than given the option. But now that she had, she was determined to make the most of it. To create a force for good. Which was why she was changing the company name to L-Corp. A fresh start that strode away from the death and destruction that her brother had caused to the family company.

She let out a tired breath, looking at the papers in front of her. It looked to be a long night. She was only halfway through with the reports she was supposed to present tomorrow at the board meeting. She needed a break but she was determined to finish. She looked at the clock and decided to give herself another hour of work before heading home.

A few minutes later, as she was deep in thought about her presentation for the board, she heard a tap on her balcony windows. When she turned around, she found nothing.

Must be the wind.

She went back to work, but another tap interrupted her. This one sounding more like a knock. She scrunched her eyebrows in confusion and marked the spot where she left off before getting up from her chair and going to the balcony doors.

As she opened the door, she didn't find the superhero she expected to find. She had only met the hero of this city once or twice and didn't expect another visit. But no caped blonde woman stood at her balcony. Instead, there sat a brown paper bag with a huge yellow label that read "Big Belly Burger".

"What the...?" she whispered as she picked up the bag. The whiff of hot greasy food filled her nose as she opened the paper bag. Her stomach automatically rumbled at the tempting smell, her stubbornness slowly wavering.

There was only one person she knew who was able to reach her balcony and the hero was nowhere in sight. Supergirl seemed to have dropped the meal off and flew away.

It was odd. But a gesture Lena didn't think too much of. Maybe it was because she had cooperated with the government agencies to disclose information about her brother. Or maybe it was simply a late welcome-to-the-city gift. An odd gift at that, but maybe that's all that it was.

Whatever it was, Lena made a mental note to thank the hero if she ever ran into her.

A phone number would've probably been helpful right now.

She took the bag inside her office and sat down on the sofa, grabbing her tablet to finish off reading while she ate. Right at that moment, her phone began to ring.

The number of that reporter that Lena had recently befriended appeared and Lena smiled as she answered, putting it on speaker.

"Ms. Danvers?" she asked, flinching at the use of her last name even though Kara had more than once told her not to call her that. They were still pretty new to their friendship. It was unexpected, if Lena was being honest. She didn't think she would make a friend in this city that easily. But it was no easy task to say no to Kara Danvers and her golden retriever smile.

"Lena! Hi! I hope that it's ok I called so late? You're not busy or sleeping or anything right?" Kara asked in her excited nature.

"No, no. Of course not. It’s fine. Was there something you needed?" she found herself saying, always eager to please the blonde.

"Me? No no. I just thought maybe we could chat. I just ordered in and needed some company while eating."

"Oh, that's odd." Lena couldn't help but say.

"What's odd?"

Lena attention darted from the bag of food on her table, "Hmm? No, nothing. I just thought that it was odd since I was just about to eat as well. But I thought about doing some reading while eating.

"Yikes, that doesn't sound so fun. But I'll leave you to your reading then."

“No, no. Kara, please. I need an excuse to stop working for a bit. A break might help me refocus.”

“And I'm that excuse? “

“It seems you are these days.” A very very distracting excuse, Lena couldn’t help but think.

“OK, then! But should you even be working this late?”

“Truthfully, no. But my assistant isn’t here to push me out the door.” Lena admitted, chuckling at the end. She cringed after uttering the sentence, finding it a bit self-pitying.

“Well, I’m just glad you found time to eat a little.” Kara mentioned.

Lena thought of mentioning the mysterious bag of food on her balcony but decided against it, “You sound like Jess.”

“Well, she is a very wise woman. Anyway! Let me tell you about the crazy day I had today!”

Lena chuckled as she opened the bag and pulled out the French fries.

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Lena arrived to work in a hurry, speaking on her phone and dumping a pile of paperwork on her desk that she had just retrieved from on top of jess' desk. It seemed as though not everyone was aware that her assistant was on vacation and that said paperwork should be put on her own desk rather than her assistant's.

"Yes, yes. I understand, Mr. Michaelson. But I truly cannot postpone my Hong Kong trip to September. It has to be next month." she unceremoniously dropped everything on her desk and watched as her purse slowly leaned at the edge before it toppled down onto the floor, spilling half its contents. Lena closed her eyes and resisted the urge to let out a loud sigh. "The deadline for the project is nearing and I need to finish up the schematics of... Yes, I understand. Mhmm. Of course. I'll have my assistant talk to you tomorrow then, ok? Ok. Goodbye."

She sank down on her chair and finally let out that sigh, only to suddenly remember that her assistant can't call him tomorrow because she was on vacation.

She cringed before she opened up her calendar on her computer to schedule a phone call with him tomorrow morning. She placed two alarms to remind her.

After looking through some emails, that were quite unpleasing if she was being honest with her herself, she pressed the intercom on her office phone to call Jess into her office.

When the usual ' Yes, Ms. Luthor?' never came, Lena groaned remembering again that Jess was on vacation. She looked at her Nespresso machine in her office and remembered it needed some sort of repairs that she could probably fix herself if she had the time.

"Ugh, what I wouldn't kill for a double shot right now!" she groaned out into the empty room.

Just then, a tap came on her balcony doors and Lena snapped her head towards the sound to find no one. When she walked towards the doors and slid them open, she found a cup of coffee with a sticky note on it.

Please don't kill anyone for coffee.

Lena gave a confused smile, looking around the sky to see if she could spot the hero but found only scattered birds. It was odd. Very very odd, in fact. She needed to speak with the hero about this. Thank her or ask her or... She wasn't sure.

She was grateful for the coffee anyway, taking a sip to find it exactly how she liked it. Very odd, indeed, for Supergirl to randomly know her exact coffee order. But she didn't have too much time to dwell on it. She took it inside to start her day.

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Noon came with another disaster.

"What do you mean that the arugula cashew salad has been discontinued." Lena asked over the phone, "My assistant orders it for lunch almost everyday!" she exclaimed, admittedly a bit louder than she should have. "I am perfectly calm thank you very much, but I would be much calmer if maybe I would have my lunch delivered! I don't want your apologies, I want - you know what? Nevermind. Thank you for nothing!"  She hung up in the guy's face and puffed out in frustration.

"What do I have to do to get a simple arugula cashew salad with pear and stilton cheese? Honestly it's not that hard! I can hire my own personal chef to simply..."

Just then a familiar knock came from behind her and Lena this time turned faster and caught a glimpse of a red cape flying off. She rushed to her balcony to find the exact salad she was trying to order, with a sticky note stuck to it. She picked it up and read it.

Your salad was actually discontinued. So, Jess found a new place that was across town that made it and would order it from there. Delivery was extra because it was further, but according to her, the salad tastes better than the first restaurant. Please don't take it out on Gary, he only answers the phone and works part time there to pay for college.

Lena was baffled. This was getting out of hand. How on Earth would Supergirl know any of that? Did she and Jess speak often? Did Kara tell her? Did Supergirl just happen to eavesdrop on her every conversation?

Lena was furiated. Grateful for her rumbling stomach and her hunger-induced foul mood, but also infuriated. She didn't need a nanny. She could handle a simple task as ordering food.

Maybe she really should have taken Jess on her offer of a temporary assistant. But she was still new to the city. It's barely been a year since she has moved to National City. She didn't take too kindly to people. Nor did she like dealing with those questioning stares and curious looks. The pity is the worse. She still had so much to prove that she was nothing like her brother. And she thought coming to National City and away from Superman's territory was the way to do it.

Never did she ever think that she would be in a situation with Supergirl such as the likes of this.

She sighed but took the salad anyway. She had a meeting in half an hour and she needed all the energy to get through it.

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The evening saw Lena picking up a plastic container of sushi and sashimi from her favorite Japanese place. A cup of Matcha green tea sat beside it.

She still didn't like it but took it anyway.

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The next morning, she walked into her office and found the same croissants that Jess would get her every Friday. Fridays she almost always forgot to have breakfast. It was mainly due to the fact that Thursdays she had her international calls scheduled in the late hours of the night. Dealing with the other side of the world meant she had to call during their working hours. Which happened to coincide with 3 am for her. And Jess knew this. Which is why every Friday, Jess would get her breakfast to have on her desk while she read her emails.

Croissants and a banana kale smoothie is what she usually preferred. Which was what sat on her balcony table right in front of her. There was no sticky note this time.

"What on Earth is she on about?" she asked no one but herself.

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The noon was the same. A tap on her balcony door and a package of food delivered by National City's very own superhero.

Lena held the fruit salad bowl in frustration, "Do you deliver food to everyone in the city?" she shouted to the empty sky, feeling a bit stupid.

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The next day’s evening when she found a plate of Fettuccine on her balcony, she was ready for a confrontation with the Girl of Steel. She had already picked up both her lunch and her afternoon coffee from the balcony like it had suddenly become a drive-thru window in her very own office.

She was very much confused at this point.

Was Supergirl that different from Superman?  

She stabbed the pasta with her fork as thought hard about the most complicated question of her life.

Why was Supergirl delivering food to her?

Maybe this is some sort of benefit of National City that I wasn’t aware of. Some sort of agreement between Supergirl and the people of National City that she would deliver everyone’s food and they would... What? Give her free food in return?

Lena suddenly gasped.

Was I supposed to leave money on the table for her for delivering my food?!

She suddenly felt ashamed. Her cheeks burned with the realization that she was not paying for a service she was clearly using as she sat there eating the Fettuccine that Supergirl herself had delivered.

It was all so confusing and Lena was determined to get to the bottom of it. Which is why, the next day she arrived extra early to her office and began setting up.

She dragged her wooden coffee table all the way across her office and into the balcony. Then came the comfy armchair that she liked so much. She half expected it wouldn't fit through the balcony door, but it somehow did. A sane enough CEO of a multi-billion dollar company would have asked someone from the many employees she had to do the job for her.

But she was in a stubborn mood.

She then took out her laptop, placing it outside on the coffee table. Her printed copies of the annual financial reports. Her coffee cup and everything else she needed to do her work.

She was going to work from her balcony and catch Supergirl in the act.

She needed to understand the reasoning behind it all. Needed to see how much money she owed Supergirl. It just didn’t make sense that Supergirl was delivering everyone’s food without taking any sort of compensation!

And so she began working.

"Hello, Mr. Michaelson.” she spoke through her bluetooth earphones, using her hands to edit a paragraph in her speech while talking to the man. “Yes, it's me. No, my assistant is on vacation unfortunately. Where? Oh, umm well she went to Vancouver actually. Yes, yes, I agree, beautiful place. Now, as for our agreed upon dates for the project sc- Oh. Sure I could ask my assistant for you if Vancouver has nice Japanese restaurants."

She held her hand to the bottom of her phone and sighed audibly looking up to the sky and wishing Jess would just magically appear.

After almost an hour speaking to the old businessman, and not all of it spent talking about work, Lena almost whined when she saw her coffee cup empty.

"I'm gonna need a whole gallon of coffee to deal with more like him." she spoke out loud to herself.

Taking off her heels, she folded her legs neatly beneath her and balanced her laptop on the chair's armrest. She began typing out a detailed email to the finance department asking for a budget increase on the project.

It was less than ten minutes later that she noticed movement in the sky. When she looked up, she didn't find anyone. Frowning, she went back to work.

The next thing that happened would never have even crossed her mind. Dangling from her balcony ceiling was a thick string, securely tied to a cup of coffee, and coming down slowly as though someone was gradually letting more of the string go until the coffee cup would eventually reach Lena's brick railing.

Lena gawked at the coming down cup with wide eyes.

There was a coffee cup dangling from the roof of her balcony! Swaying from the wind and slowly coming down like a hookline of a fisherman.

After getting over her shock, Lena immediately got up, letting her laptop fall in her seat, "Hey!" she shouted, very unlady like of her. She planted both hands on her railing and cranked her neck to look up. The string went all the way up to the roof of the building and disappeared there.

"Excuse me? I would like to speak to you." she shouted towards the rooftop. "Thank you for the coffee but it's really not necessary for you to bring me food and drink everyday. I am more than capable of feeding myself." Lena blatantly spoke to the rooftop, looking more and more like a crazy person. Somewhere in the back of her mind she could hear Jess snicker at her words.

Capable of feeding myself, sure.

"Supergirl? Or whoever you are, I simply want to thank you personally if that's all right." Lena tried again, but still no answer.

And just like that she saw a flash of a red cape in the sky before it disappeared.

Why won't she talk to me?!

And then the answer came to her.

She probably doesn't have time. If she delivers food to everyone in the city, not mentioning the fact that she saves people left and right... Then. When does she have time for anything?!

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There was a fire. Lena was having a meeting with a client at a restaurant when the smell of smoke began to filter into the air. Suddenly, one of the chefs barged into the restaurant, coming from the kitchen and collapsed onto the floor. The smoke began to seep quickly into the restaurant and in under a few minutes it started to get harder and harder to breathe.

Unfortunately, for everyone inside, the restaurant was quite a large and crowded one with only one exit, aside from the kitchen exit that was probably blazing in a fire. Chaos erupted and everyone began stumbling towards the door to escape.

And just as suddenly as it had happened, Supergirl flew in and saved the day. She blew out the fire and began evacuating people quickly. Lena had been hunched over a table, coughing from the smoke and eyes watering. She felt herself be lifted off the floor suddenly and found herself in the arms of the blonde hero. Supergirl flew her to an ambulance that was administering oxygen to those who needed it.

"I'll be right back," she said to Lena before flying off to make sure no one else was inside the building.

Lena was checked up by a medic and was cleared. She felt a little dizzy but she didn't inhale too much smoke. She was however buzzing with energy.

Supergirl flew back down and nodded towards the fire chief shaking his hand and assuring him no one was inside. She smiled at the job well done and was about to go check up on the Luthor woman when...

"You!" Lena shouted angrily, pointing an accusing finger at her.

Supergirl turned to find the woman's narrowed eyes and immediately took a step back, terrified. Oh, yes. She was very much terrified.

Lena came up to her, her heels seemingly still making her look shorter than the well-built hero. But she was not intimidated at all, in fact she was angry. She was out looking for answers and she expected to find them.

She jabbed a finger in the hero's chest, "Why do you insist on feeding me?!" she accused, "What do you have to gain from it all, hmm?!" her eyes were predatory, filled to the brim with frustration.

"M-Ms. Luthor, I don't know what you're talking about." Supergirl stuttered.

"The coffees, and croissants, and sushi, and salads. All of it! Why are you bringing me food everyday? I'm not crazy, I've seen your cape flying about! I'm more than capable of feeding myself, you don't need to bring me food, Supergirl!

"M-Ms. Luthor, I believe there's been some sort of misunderstanding."

"I would just like to know why ?! I didn’t sign up for this service!"

"Ms. Luthor, can we please please talk about this when there aren't so many cameras a-and and..."

Lena jabbed her finger harder into Supergirl's chest, "You tell me right now!!" she barked.

"M-Ms. Luthor..."

"Why-" she punctuated her word with a harder jab.

"I really think-" Supergirl took a step back.

"Do you insist-" another jab to the chest and a step forward.

"It's just maybe this isn't-"

"On bringing me-"

"If we could just-

"Food!" Lena jabbed her finger harder to punctuate her question.

Supergirl seemed to make up her mind on something, nodding once to herself with a tight lipped smile, “Yup, you’re not gonna like this. I’m really sorry in advance.” she said

“Sorr-”

Supergirl bent down, fireman carried Lena on her shoulder and flew off into the sky.

Lena screamed immediately, her scream echoing in the city, “What are you doing?!”

Supergirl didn’t answer which immediately led Lena to believe that she was being kidnapped.

She started banging her fist on the Super’s back, kicking with her feet, “Why would you buy me food for days only to kidnap me in the end??!!” she shouted at the top of her lungs.

Supergirl made an accidental swoosh in the sky trying to balance the struggling woman in her arms, “What?! I’m not kidnapping you! Stop moving so much!"

"Stop kidnapping me then!!" Lena shouted.

"I'm not kidnapping you!!"

“Put me down this instant!"

Supergirl’s sight was blocked by a smooth thigh, and she was momentarily distracted with how it felt that when she refocused again she found a brick wall in front of them. She immediately turned full circle and redirected their course before slamming into the wall with a struggling woman.

Lena tried to thrust her knee into Supergirl’s nose, her plan was to maybe somehow break the unbreakable nose made of steel. It wasn’t her best idea, “Put me down!”

“I’m trying!” Supergirl shouted back, “Rao, woman, just calm down and let me take you where I’m taking you!

“So you are kidnapping me ?!!”

“What?! Why would I kidnap you?!”

“Then where are we going?!”

Supergirl flew down a little, holding on to the squirming woman as tight as she can. She dived beneath the ceiling of the balcony and safely landed with her two feet on the ground. “Here!” she voiced out loudly, “Your balcony!” she said as she set the woman down.

Lena Luthor wobbled on her feet and realized she was one foot short. When she looked down, one heel seemed to be missing. She looked back up, staring daggers into the hero.

Supergirl put her hands up in surrender, “Hey! In my defense it wouldn’t have fallen if you had just simply calmed down!”

Lena crossed her arms and discarded the other shoe before facing Supergirl, “Do you mind telling me what all of this is?”

“All of what is?” Supergirl deadpanned.

Lena rolled her eyes, “Oh for the love of...” she sighed. When she looked back to the other woman, she found her distracted, looking over the balcony. Lena was about to ask when she got her answer.

“Oh! Found it.” The hero exclaimed before jumping over the balcony railing and diving down to the street. Lena had a miniature heart attack, barely remembering that the woman wasn’t falling to her death.

Seconds later, the hero flew back onto her balcony with her missing heel, smiling widely, “Cinderella.” she curtsied and handed the show to Lena.

“Very funny.” Lena said sarcastically before taking back her precious louboutins. She placed it beside the other and faced Supergirl, “Explain, please.”

Supergirl gave an innocent smile, “Explain what?”

And Lena more or less lost it, “Explain to me why it is that you’re delivering my food? I’ve been trying to get you to talk to me for the past week so I could explain to you that I am perfectly capable of ordering my own food, thank you very much! I don’t know if this is a National City deal that you have going on, but I don’t want you delivering my food. Not to mention paying for it! Which reminds me, I owe you...”

"Jess and I are friends." Supergirl blurted out, cringing as though she wasn't supposed to disclose that particular piece of information.

Lena tilted her head in confusion, "Friends?"

Supergirl sighed, "Yeah. I saved her once from a bus flipping over while she was getting you coffee this one time." she mentioned casually, like a bus flipping over was the most normal thing in the world.

Lena's eyes widened, she choked on a gasp in her throat, "Bus... F-Flipping over?"

Supergirl however didn't notice her shock nor seemed to be listening. Her eyes were on her fingers, counting the number of times she had saved Jess, "And then there was that time when I saved her from getting caught in the crossfire of a shooting." Supergirl listed, as Lena watched in utter horror, "And the time those CADMUS guys came to take you, and she wouldn't let them through the door. So, they were about to attack her but she had already called me-" Supergirl paused, putting up her finger to add information, "I gave her my number after the third time I saved her. Anyway, so she-

"Num...ber?" Lena's mouth moved to form the word as she watched with wide eyes, still frozen in place.

"Called me and I came and took care of the two guys before anything happened. Which was a good thing because Jess told me you were in a very important meeting that day and you weren't to be disturbed. Not even by CADMUS goons coming to kidnap you apparently!" Supergirl giggled at that, only to continue her rant as though nothing happened.

"You'd be surprised how much that woman is a chaos magnet. Accident prone too! I once saved her from tripping and dropping two coffees, a stack of papers, a laptop under her arm, a box of pastries balanced over the stack of papers, and herself because she was talking to you and her heel got stuck in the pavement. It was almost a disaster, but I was near her and I managed to catch it all." suddenly Supergirl's face lit up momentarily as though she remembered something before it was replaced by a dopey grin at the memory, "She gave me a donut as a thank you I was really hungry that day."

Supergirl scrunched her nose in thought, "What else? Oh yeah! There was this time I saved her from-"

"OK, I get it!" Lena suddenly interrupted her, if she heard one more story about Jess' life being risked because she was out getting her coffee... "I get it. I need to give Jess a raise. Or buy her a house. Maybe even give her my office while I'm at it. God knows she deserves it!" Lena mumbled the last part. She had no idea what Jess went through to simply get her coffee. What kind of world do they live in?

Lena sighed, refocused herself, "What does any of this have to do with you delivering my food to me?" she asked.

Supergirl furrowed her eyebrows like she didn't remember, before gasping and lighting up with wide eyes, "Oh! Yeah, sorry." she chuckled, scratching the back of her neck sheepishly, "I think I lost track of the story a bit there."

That's the understatement of the year, Lena couldn't help but think

“So, umm, after I saved Jess a bunch of times we eventually became friends. She also figured out I was Kara, so I pretty much-”

“You’re WHAT?!” Lena all but gawked.

Supergirl froze, hand in mid-gesture. Her face seemed very very confused, eyebrows scrunched together and mouth forming an O. She tilted her head to the side, “Kara?”

“You’re Kara?!!” Lena demanded, admittedly much louder than she expected to utter the words.  "The-The..." the reporter, the friend I made, the possible crush. "Kara Danvers?"

“Well, yeah. I thought it was kinda obvious...”

Lena opened her mouth and closed it several times with no words making it out. With wide shocked eyes, she observed the blonde closely. Blonde tresses framing her face, blue piercing eyes. She imagined a ponytail, a pair of glasses.

“Oh God.” she half whispered.

She was crushing on Supergirl the whole time.

For some baffling reason that Lena couldn’t seem to fathom, Supergirl looked more confused than she was.

“I thought you already knew.” she noted.

“How could I have possibly known?! I’ve met you twice !”

Supergirl flattened her lips and swayed her head on each side, “Actually, it was three times.” she corrected.

“That is not the point!”

Supergirl backed away, putting her hands up in surrender, “Okay, okay. Sorry.” she shrugged then, “I kinda just thought you knew but weren’t saying anything. I mean Jess figured it out almost instantly and you’re supposed to be super smart-”

When Lena gave her a threatening glare, Supergirl realized her mistake.

“I-I mean you are super smart.” she backed up immediately, “You know, you were answering my calls and you laughed at my flew here on a bus joke.”

“You were being serious?!!!” Lena shouted unladylike. She was doing a lot of unladylike things today that involved this situation she found herself in.

There really wasn’t any possible way for Lena’s jaw to drop even more.

“Well, obviously not at first. But when you didn’t ask about it and then we met again and I mentioned flying again, you were totally okay with it.”

“People say stuff!! I didn’t think you were serious! I just thought you had weird expressions!”

“Huh.” Supergirl looked up and thought about it, “I never really-”

“Look.” Lena stopped her before she went on another rant. She was getting a headache from all that was happening on this God forsaken balcony, “Can we please go back to the food delivery situation?” Lena pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Oh!” Supergirl perked up again, chuckling, “I guess a sorta lost track of the story a bit there.”

“You seem to have a habit of that.” Lena muttered.

“I heard that.” Supergirl grinned.

“I know.” Lena deadpanned.

Supergirl ignored her, “Where was I?” Supergirl thought out loud.

“Literally still at the beginning.” Lena deadpanned again. When she saw that Supergirl was still thinking about it, she sighed and reminded her, “You and Jess are friends after you had saved her numerous times. What - for the love of all that is good - has that got to do with you suddenly being my delivery person?”

“Jess asked me to.” Supergirl miraculously gave the answer in less than a thousand words.

“She did what?”

“She said that she was going on vacation and that she didn’t trust you to properly take care of yourself. So, I volunteered to help.”

Once again, Lena found her jaw dropping and eyes widening.

“She even wrote me an instruction list.” Supergirl casually mentioned, not at all noticing the blood-curling shock on the young Luthor’s face.

“She...She wrote you...” Lena tried to mutter.

Supergirl began fumbling around in her suit, “I swear I had it somewhere here.” She patted her cape, “Darn, must’ve left it in my other cape.”

It must be a dream. There’s no possible explanation at how more and more absurd this situation was becoming.

Supergirl shrugged before turning back to her, “Anyway, she wrote me a list of instructions. Which restaurants to pick up from on which days, what to get from each restaurant, allergies. Days on which you might miss breakfast at home, days when you’ll be working extra late for a late second dinner. Important meetings I shouldn’t interrupt, stressful meetings that need a double shot afterwards. She wrote the type of tea you like to drink when you’re working on contracts, and the Kale smoothie that you drink when it’s hot out.” Supergirl made a disgusted face at that, “She even specified food items you don’t like in your food, like pickles in sandwiches and green olives in your salads. And other food items to add that aren’t in the ingredients, like cashews on your salad and-”

“Fuck me, I don’t pay that woman nearly half of what she deserves.” Lena blurted out, sighing out loud.

Supergirl suddenly stopped listing things - another habit of hers - and looked at Lena with a shocked face, before looking down and playing with her fingers with wide eyes and a blushing face.

Lena had a feeling that it had everything to do with the fuck me aspect of her blutness. It wasn’t her fault! All of this was too much! Was she really that snobby rich CEO who didn’t know anything about her assistant's duties. She knew Jess’ job wasn’t easy, sometimes Lena found her job harder than her own, but she never knew it was damn near impossible!

Lena pinched the bridge of her nose again, and sat down on the armchair that she had pulled out on the balcony the other day. She was honestly afraid to ask - if this whole conversation was anything to go by, she’d probably get some bizarre answer that’ll probably spin her head - but she needed to know one more thing.

She looked up at the hero, who was still very much blushing at the fuck me statement. She rolled her eyes and asked her question.

“I still don’t fully grasp why you refused to speak to me while delivering the food to my balcony. In fact, you avoided speaking to me so much to the point that you dangled my coffee cup by a string.”

Supergirl pointed with a finger, “Not my finest moment, I admit.”

“So, why? Would it have been so awful for you to-”

"I just thought you wouldn't like me." Supergirl answered sheepishly, rubbing the back of her neck.

And there it was. The bizarreness unleashed.

“I beg your pardon?” Lena cocked an eyebrow.

“I thought you wouldn’t really like me, you know, as Supergirl.” Supergirl replied again, kicking some non-existent pebble. “I can be a little awkward in front of beautiful, smart, brunette women. My sister always makes fun of me for it. Says it's my kryptonite. So, yeah. I figured to just drop off the food and just go. But then you had to pull that trick and work from the balcony so I had to improvise."

"You thought... You thought I wouldn’t like you?"

"Yup."

"Me?"

"Uhu."

"Not like you? Supergirl?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

Commence jaw drop once more.

“But you also thought that I knew that you were Kara Danvers?” Lena asked, the fact she even said that was still mind blowing. She was talking to Kara Danvers who was also Supergirl.

Supergirl shrugged, “Yeah, what about it?”

Lena furrowed her eyebrows together, “So why wouldn’t I like you as Supergirl if I like you as Kara, if you thought that I thought that you were the same person?” the question gave her a headache just saying it.

Supergirl’s eyes widened, “You like me as Kara?” she gasped out.

“Was that what you got out of that question?” Lena asked. She needed to redirect the topic away - very very much away - from the fact that she like Kara Danvers.

Who happens to be Supergirl.

Supergirl was still sporting a dopey grin at it, but then lit up when she remembered something else, “Also, Jess said that you don’t like people in general.”

“Jess said that I don’t like people.”

“No, she said something else. But I’d really rather not say that out loud to you.”

Lena crossed her arms, standing up and facing the Girl of Steel with steel eyes of her own, “What did Jess say?”

Supergirl pouted, “Do I really have t...”

Lena pushed her on with a raised eyebrow.

“But...But...”

Eyebrow seemed to go higher.

Supergirl sighed, “She said you were prickly.”

“ Prickly ?” Lena honestly expected something worse. Like bitch. Or monster workaholic.

“Yeah. You know, like a cactus. And that only people who really got to know you would find water inside. Or something like that. I can’t really remember. But she called you prickly.”

Suddenly, something began to beep from Supergirl suit. The hero hunched over and reached inside her red boot, taking her phone out.

Lena figure it must be some sort of emergency in the city. A fire, maybe. A bank being robbed. Someone needed saving. A car...

"Ooh, it's time for your 2 O'clock lunch!" Supergirl exclaimed.

Not that!

She expected sirens! Fire Trucks! People in danger! Not her 2 O’clock lunch!

“Oh God, I can’t believe Supergirl has a reminder on her phone for my lunch.” she whispered, falling back on the armchair, giving up on trying to come to terms with everything that had happened in the last half hour.

Supergirl was busy on her phone, typing something and mumbling to herself, “Today is tuesday, so that means it’s the...” she pursed her lips, typing more, before, “Okay, I just ordered your baby spinach salad.” She looked up at Lena, “Apple, pecan and honey dressing, right?”

“R-Right...” Lena stuttered. Supergirl was literally taking her lunch order.

This is a dream. There is no possible way that...

Supergirl nodded, “Okay, I’m just gonna go grab it. It’ll take me no more than a minute.” she said, shrugging.

“Uhh O-okay.” Lena said, still frozen at the idea of Supergirl going to get her her lunch.

Supergirl reached behind her, pulled out a bag that was ultimately tied to the inside of her cape it seemed, “Do you mind if I just leave my Potstickers, here?”

Seven. Lena counted seven times now that Supergirl had said something that had caused her jaw to drop.

“Did you just put off a fire, save countless people, and have this whole conversation with me with a bag of dumplings tied to the inside of your cape?”

Supergirl chuckled, “You’d be surprised how often I do that.” she said, “I’ll be right back.”

She flew away right before Lena managed to gather herself and utter a, “Take your time.”

A minute later, Lena felt her clothes ruffle from a bust of wind as Supergirl landed on her balcony once more. “One spinach salad with apple, pecan and honey dressing.” she smiled brightly, putting the bag on the table. She picked up her own bag of potstickers, “And I believe these lovely potstickers are mine.” she grinned, barely hiding her excitement.

Lena finally caught up with her everlasting shock in time to stutter out, "Would... Would you like to have lunch with me?" she blurted out.

Supergirl sported on a huge grin at the question, "Would I ever?!" she exclaimed, already sitting cross-legged on the coffee table like she had done so a thousand times.

Lena said nothing about the existence of chairs. She actually liked how at ease the hero was as she dug inside her takeout bag and pulled out a container of potstickers.

Lena shook out of her daydream, not wanting Supergirl to catch her staring and took out her own lunch. She looked up just as she opened her plate to find Supergirl had already stuffed three potstickers in her chipmunk cheeks. She giggled, causing the blonde to look up in surprise with wide eyes as though she had been caught once more without her table manners. She gulped down the unchewed contents and gave Lena a guilty smile with a cringe of her eyes.

Lena chuckled, “You’re very different from your cousin.”

“Yeah, I’m the weird one in the family.”

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[13unknownmind]

The Arrowverse is back Supergirl S4E3

Aight y'all know the drill, if you haven't seen the episode go check it out then come back and read this if you feel so inclined.

Now we got some stuff to cover today, first things first #SUPERCORP lol

Now that we have that established let's get to the rest.

Alright so last time we saw Supergirl she was falling out of the sky her body completely infected buy Kryptonite having been released into the atmosphere by the lead dispersal device that got rid of the daxamites... Thank you so much white people.

Now we have J'onn with the game-winning catch my dude the Manhunter saves the day again!

I know I have a lot to say about this whole flashback thing like for real this dude was all for aliens and then his house burned down, I can't blame him for getting upset about that and his dad was killed yeah that would make somebody snap I would think, but for real becoming "Agent Liberty" that to me is just not the way to handle things. But I am not a sociopath / homicidal maniac. You can see clearly through the flashbacks that he is slowly descending into insanity much like Lex I would assume, it's sad to watch it honestly.

We see through his whole story that he was fighting to not be that way up until the point of his dad death.

I specifically heard the lines "who pays the price for it" of course in reference to progress.

His little thing at the bar "what are you doing here you're human" referring to Kara which was actually kind of funny to me. And that of course was a Kara (knight in shining armour) Danvers moment I loved it (no she was not standing in front of Lena but it was still one of those moments)

"why doesn't CatCo cover the impact of extraterrestrial attacks on the average citizen" that moment with James we saw some serious frustration and hostility building.

And

His interaction with Lena after his father's death "blaming other people for your problems" says Lena and Ben fires back with "they're not people" that one kind of pissed me off honestly.

It really sickens me to think that he would have been fine Burning Down the place if there were only aliens in the building but as soon as he seize the floor directors stumble out he says "oh he's human" but as soon as the image inducer fails he beats him over the head with a pipe. what's really sick is there are actually people out there that would do that in the real world.

A man in a suit... They can be anything, do anything and that is not limited to fictional worlds.

There are so many people in this world that are so much in the same way sick, demented, twisted and wrong as Agent Liberty is and that bothers me.

Alright so a Kryptonian design Shield is not strong enough to defend against Kryptonite... Okay I guess I can believe that with the amount that is concentrated into Karas body... Maybe.

Now I have a lot of other thoughts about Supergirl in a general sense but I'm going to finish up this episode and then I'm going to go on a small rant so feel free to stay and read the rest and then read my rant or you can check out my other posts about the arrowverse under the tag [#my thoughts on the arrowverse] now back to your regularly scheduled programming

"people underestimate me but I care I really do" this line had me screaming internationally lol Supercorp is alive and well ladies and gentlemen.

And now that Lena has saved Kara by putting her on a Kamen Rider suit let's see how Kara will talk her way out of the reason she is wearing it next time she sees Lena... I can clearly see that Lena already knew that Kara and Supergirl are the same person but if the writers make a different call that's gonna be interesting.

Aight now it's rant time!

Okay so seasons 2 and 3 Lena shows up clearly sweeps Kara off her feet and Kara does the same (look at their faces when they meet and tell me that it was not love at first sight) and we all know what James' reaction was and how he always talked about her as well as what he thought, seasons three and four... THEY'RE DATING‽‽‽ WHAT THE HELL‽ I don't get how he can be such a James (I in my life have not yet known a James that I could look at without getting angry they all have very punchable faces) and then magically he starts going out with one of the best characters on the show and one of the most beautiful woman I have personal ever seen. I wonder sometimes if she is just with James to make Kara jealous or something... I don't know but I think "Jimmy" needs to be written off the show.

Ok now next thing on my rantpage lol

Why if Kara trusts Lena which we all clearly know and have seen she does, did she try and have James to break into her vault thing? that is not something Kara would ever do. They just wanted drama so they could ignore it the next season and make us confused. Kara almost let the city explode instead of letting Lena die and Lena has saved her so many times WHY WRITERS WHY‽‽‽

Next thing... Now I don't keep up with real life stuff and I don't know much about what the real life people are doing or anything like that... However why did Sam leave? Her and Alex should have been a thing Ruby would have loved it and they could have adopted a baby together but nope Sam left with Ruby and now Alex is running the D.E.O. in J'onns place which I love how that's going but she could have gotten together with Sam and she still be runnin' the D.E.O.

Now another thing...

Why was Mon-El even a thing ok great the daxamite invasion was a thing but they could have done that so differently, since they do a lot of stuff that Superman did but instead it's obviously Super 👉girl👈 so they do females where the males would be in the same role. I even saw a post the other day about this Mon-El could have been a female and everything would be going so very differently right now. Lena would leave James because she wants to be with Kara and now knows that she has a chance and we could have all seen Lena almost married to a woman... Just sayin' that would have all made so much more sense.

Now last thing and I will stop ranting.

Am I the only one that thinks maybe Kara and them should use the breach device Cisco gave them in the Flash Supergirl crossover more often?

I guess that's it.

Alright everyone I am so glad that I am getting this out, there was probably a lot more to cover and I could go more in-depth with this episode but I watched it this morning wrote down my notes and this is what all came out of it not much in the way of review but I tried this was just kind of a slow-moving episode that went all over the same place if you know what I mean but anyway thank you for reading if you got this far and don't forget to check out my other posts under the tag [#my thoughts on the arrowverse] thank you for the support I'm glad I'm getting my thoughts out there so I can focus on other stuff so thank you I appreciate it. Tomorrow you will be seeing a post in the morning to afternoon time hopefully about Arrow and tomorrow evening into the next morning hopefully you will be seeing a post about Legends of tomorrow and of course Wednesday at some point in the day will be my next thoughts post about The Flash feel free to leave your thoughts and theories things that you would like to see whatever you can think of as a comments or please make a post about it let me know tag me in it and I will happily read it. Again thank you for reading and God bless I will catch y'all tomorrow ✌️

[mssirey]

do reign with alex, if reign captured her instead of killing her

Okay anon, you want to see the kind of monster I can be?? Spoiler alert: i am a total softy, but there is violence in this piece. (I needed to do some editing to canon for this; just a few tweaks) You can read the fic on AO3, if you prefer. Buckle up, everyone.

Kara was a symbol of hope, but with her knees against the cement and her spine protesting holding her shoulders aloft, she could feel hope slipping away from her.

Reign’s arrival was just the pinnacle of ill-timing. Just as she felt like they had made progress–they had reached Julia–it was falling away from them. From her. She did not have the strength to hold on.

“She is but a newborn, and yet you kneel before her,” she mocked. Reign knew she was hurt. Weak. Julia faltered beside Kara.

Alex, the only one standing, moved between Kara and the Worldkiller. Kara reached out feebly. “Alex, no,” she pleaded.

Alex was steadfast, fearless as she faced off with Reign, firing her gun with no affect. Reign approached at a human pace, making the seconds drag. Kara willed her legs to move, but the pain in her back kept her knees rooted.

Reign seemed to ignore Alex, not even sparing her a glance, but as she was about to pass Alex on her way to Kara, her arm swung out faster than Alex would even be able to see. Her hand connected with the side of Alex’s temple and Alex’s head rocked sharply to the side. Alex’s knees did not give; she just tipped, like a felled tree, and crashed to the ground. Reign stood above Alex, regarding her, and lifted her foot.

Kara saw red. The hot pain became a the fire that drove her. She did not think.

Kara stood, her fingers lacing into Julia’s hair, dragging her forward. “Touch her and Purity dies.” Julia’s hands wrapped around her wrist, struggling against her grip, her heart beating wildly.

Reign turned her head, red eyes training on Kara. She chuckled softly, but returned her foot to the ground.

“Don’t start a game you are unwilling to play,” she warned. “You have given away your hand anyway.” Kara watched Reign kneel and turn Alex’s face upward. “You will bring Purity to me, tomorrow, on the roof of CatCo, where you called me out last time. You will give her up to me,” she stroked a finger over the bruise that was already beginning to redden Alex’s skin. “Or you will never see Alex again.”

Kara released Julia and tried to step forward, but crumpled as she watched Reign lift Alex’s unconscious body. “No,” she breathed, tears already carving streaks down her cheeks.

“Noon, Supergirl,” Reign named the time.

Alex woke mid air, her stomach upturning and emptying, as her concussion set in. Her eye was already swelling shut and she could not see as the wind cut across her eyes. Reign did not carry her like Kara did, not like she was a person.

It was unceremonious, the way Reign dropped her, when they landed. She fell in a heap, hand gripping her head as her stomach heaved. Alex turned onto her back, letting her body sag as her head pounded. “What do you want with me,” she spat the question. “You get your kicks taking me? Is that your thing?”

Reign stepped toward her and Alex knew there was no escape, so she did not bother to move. She just needed to provoke conversation.

“I am here to dispense ultimate justice, I am not interested in stepping on bugs. But,” she placed her foot on Alex’s leg, pressing her knee into the stone. Alex fumbled to sit up, her hands gripping Reign’s ankle, pushing with every ounce of her strength. She knew it was futile, but every instinct drove her to try. “If you make yourself a nuisance,” Reign trailed off. Alex cried out as Reign’s weight came down, hot pain shooting through her leg.

With her jaw tight, Alex fought back tears as she glared up at Reign. There was something about her, the cold indifference. Alex had stood face to face with Kara under the influence of red kryptonite, she knew the effects of dark thoughts on someone as powerful as Kara.

Reign was different. She was not lashing out. She was not looking to inflict pain beyond accenting a threat, but would debilitate or even kill Alex without a second thought, if it served her objectives. And somehow that was scarier. Alex was not the subject of Reign’s goals. Alex was a means to an end. A tool. An object. Only worth what use she could serve.

“You seem to have had a recent break, Alex Danvers.” Reign’s eyes were fixed on her leg, her expression neutral.

“That was your doing,” Alex said through gritted teeth, but her mind was occupied with the way Reign said her name.

Reign tilted her head. “Was it?” There was a note of mild curiosity in her voice. “I have no recollection of you.”

Alex gasped as the weight was removed from her leg. Reign’s point was made and she turned away. “Who are you?” Alex pried.

“I am Reign.” Reign’s words were short, like she barely considered the question worth answering.

“No, I mean the other you,” Alex groaned, as she fell back into a supine position.

“There is no human part of me,” Reign insisted, in a clipped tone.

“Cut the bullshit. Who is it? I know there’s a person in there, like Julia,” Alex pressed. “She would black out, not even know-” Alex’s eyes went wide.

“Don’t make me rip your tongue from your mouth before I return you to Supergirl,” Reign hissed, but Alex did not hear her.

“Sam,” she breathed, barely a whisper, but she saw Reign pause. “Sam,” she said again, more loudly. “It’s you.”

There was a long beat of silence, as Alex poured over details of the past months of getting to know Sam and dealing with Reign. It fit, all of it.

Reign stalked back toward her. “You are the clever human, Alex,” she mused, “even with my efforts to make her appear human during your testing.” Alex swallowed. There was a murderous glint in Reign’s eyes and she sported a wicked smile.

“Sam, listen to me,” Alex talked fast, knowing that at any moment her time would be up, “I know you can hear me and I know you can fight her. You are so strong and dedicated and-”

Reign’s knee was on her chest, fingers playing around her throat as her chest struggled to expand. “She is going to watch you die,” Reign jeered, “and the best part is that she really likes you. You make her feel safe, like she can be open and can ask for help. You make her feel like being scared is not the end of the world. And she is going to watch as her own hand squeezes tight around your throat.”

Alex could not gather sufficient air into her lungs. “Sam,” she choked out, as her chest compressed further and Reign’s hand tightened.

Alex’s vision become fuzzy and then blackened, as her lungs burned hot and her body writhed weakly, until it felt like she was sinking into darkness.

Sam was only vaguely aware that there was an absence of everything. Without any of her senses to remind her that there could be something else, she just floated, her thoughts disjointed and without purpose.

The reintroduction of sight was jarring. She was so unused to the light and tried to blink, but couldn’t, instead forced to adjust to the scene before her. A woman was in front of her, against a wall- no, beneath her on the ground.

The woman was battered. A few blood vessels were burst by her eye and it was swollen almost shut. Her short red hair was wind tossed, with some of it plastered to her face with sweat. Her good eye was pouring tears and slightly unfocused. There was a hand around her throat.

“She is going to watch you die.” It took her a moment to realize the words came from her own mouth. That hand was hers. She tried to jerk back, but her body refused. “And the best part is that she really likes you.” Sam was beginning to realize that the ‘she’ was her. “You make her feel safe, like she can be open and can ask for help. You make her feel like being scared is not the end of the world.” This person was important. Was someone close to her. “And she is going to watch as her own hand squeezes tight around your throat.”

Sam wanted to scream and cry. Everything was so sharp. She could feel every twitch of the woman’s throat, could hear the frantic beat of her heart. She could see the blood as it rushed to her head, even before it colored her face and bulged the veins beneath her skin. She could hear the way air barely trickled to greedy lungs.

And the one word said at the expense of the rest of the woman’s oxygen. “Sam.”

That was her. Memories bombarded her, a flood that seemed impossible to sort through, but gave her some purchase in her own body. Her shoulders twitched and her neck stiffened as she tried again to rear back.

Sam thrashed. She threw herself against the walls of her mind. Names came to her - Ruby, Lena, Kara. They were all people in her world. People who were extremely important to her.

Reign. She knew who tied her hands. She knew who urged her fingers tighter against her wishes.

The woman gurgled and sputtered, her feet kicking weakly behind Sam. And then she went still.

“Alex,” she breathed. Alex. That was Alex. “No!”

Her hand shot away. She looked around, finally able to direct her body. She could hear the faint beat of Alex’s heart. She shifted such that she knelt beside Alex. “Shit, shit, shit, fuck.” Her hands hovered uselessly above Alex’s body as her heartbeat continued to slow until it stopped. She needed to do something.

Sam took a deep breath. She had learned CPR after Ruby was born and went for regular refresher courses. She started with chest compressions, talking herself through the steps. She blocked Alex’s nose and placed their mouths together, releasing a short breath into Alex’s lungs. She nodded as Alex’s chest expanded. That was a good sign, she reminded herself. After another breath, she returned to chest compressions.

It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep time, even as she counted aloud. Panic was bleeding through her guarded mind. Her focus drifted. “Alex, Alex, Alex…” Why did it have to be Alex? She had not had someone to confide in for longer than she could remember. She loved Ruby, but she always sheltered her. That was her motherly instinct. But with Alex, she didn’t have to censor her troubles.

“Who am I supposed to talk to if you leave me?” She barely resisted the urge to push on Alex’s chest more forcefully, as much as she wished she could command her heart to beat. “You’re the only one I want.”

After three cycles, as Sam was beginning to believe Alex was gone and the world felt like it was falling down around her, Alex gasped and tried to sit up. Sam put her hand out and was surprised by how little resistance Alex provided as she forced her to lay back. “It’s okay, I’m here,” she rushed.

Alex’s open eye fixated on her face, darting about as she regarded her. Sam realized she was wearing the mask she had seen in pictures of Reign and her fingers jumped to her face. “Sam,” Alex exhaled softly, reaching up to touch her hand. “It’s okay.”

“I don’t think you can say that when I almost killed you,” Sam argued, almost hysterical.

“Have you met me?” Sam shook her head, choking on a laugh. “We will figure this out, Sam, I promise.” And somehow, despite everything, she believed Alex.

Because it was Alex.

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THE SHAPE OF THINGS TO COME CHAPTER 16/38

Rating: Mature

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Kara, the DEO and the Superfriends make preparations for the CatCo Gala, and Kara hire's Cat's new assistant.

Thanks to @ifourmindbeso for her great work as a beta. Any remaining mistakes are entirely my own.

Chapter 16 –  Preparation

Vegas was fun.  She’d caught Zatanna’s act, courtesy of one Bruce Wayne, and then used the backstage pass he’d given her to talk to the woman who was one of the most famous stage magicians and most powerful sorceresses in the world.  The conversation had ended with Zatanna inscribing a handful of mystical glyphs onto Kara’s soul, which was a rather weird process, but short of some sort of talisman, it was the only way the magics could be made permanent.

Most of the glyphs were simple yet powerful protection spells.  A ward against lightning, a ward against sonic attacks, a specific ward against banshees, which had led to a couple of playful digs about Irish ex-girlfriends, which made Kara gag a little, which only made Zatanna laugh harder.  Kara was pretty sure, from the speed with which Zatanna had performed the ritual, she’d done the protective glyph thing more than a few times before.

The glamour had taken a bit longer, and Zatanna has explained that it was entirely related to the need to make the glamour both dynamic, and permanent.  Glamours were usually spells cast at need by the user.  Zatanna had told her that normally, she would have simply taught the person asking to cast the glamour themselves since most humans were tuned in enough to mystical energies that they could manage simple glamour and charm work, even if they couldn’t sling anything like a real spell.

The problem, she said, was that Kara’s mystical connection was tapped into the Kryptonian magisphere.  So, while it was a strong connection, strong enough that Kara could have slung some seriously heavy duty spell work, Zatanna didn’t know anything about how to teach Kryptonian magic.  That’s why the full protection package had been necessary.  Zatanna had branded the protection glyphs onto Kara’s soul as a way to forge a connection to Earth’s magisphere.  That connection was weak, but it gave her enough power to trigger the glamour which Zatanna had imbedded within another glyph.

When Zatanna was done, Kara had marveled at the result.  She could pick any color she wanted, just as long as she could picture it in her head and say the name backwards.  Saying ‘normal’ backwards would cancel the glamour, returning her to her natural hair color.  Then, Zatanna had dragged Kara out for a night on the town.

Kara was profoundly glad, when she arrived back in National City a little after 6:30 AM, that she didn’t *need* sleep.  She was also profoundly grateful alcohol didn’t affect her, because if it had she was pretty sure she’d have done unspeakable things to Zatanna.  The girl was beautiful and more than willing.  Worse, Kara could see the kind of understanding in Zatanna’s eyes that had attracted her to Sara.  The kind of understanding that only came from loss.  Even sober, she’d been hard to resist, and if Kara hadn’t known her in the future and known the kind of relationship she might destroy before it could even start, she might have given in anyway.  Instead, she’d spent the night playing the oblivious dork, a role which fit her rather well, and left Zatanna with a goodbye hug and a kiss on the cheek.

Then she’d flown home, taken a cold shower, and rushed out the door to Noonan’s with a lovely head of auburn hair.  Sally, her usual waitress, had barely recognized her at first, which was a good sign.  Three sticky buns and two breakfast burritos later, she’d picked up Cat’s latte and headed for the office.

“Wow,” Winn said.  “That’s new.”

Kara smiled as she sat down at her desk.  “You like it?”

“Yeah, but, isn’t it a bit risky?  I mean, Supergirl’s a blonde and you’re a blonde.  You become a redhead, and suddenly, so does the Girl of Steel?” he asked in a whisper.

“I can switch back and forth,” she said.

“That’s a wig?” he asked.

“No,” Kara said.  “I’ll explain later, but I will tell you, my stylist was hot.”

“Oh?” Winn said.  “Like, ‘I spent the whole time drooling,’ hot, or ‘I took her home and I had to change the sheets before I left for work,’ hot?”

Kara sighed dramatically.  “Sadly, the former more than that latter, but it was a close thing.”

“Kara, you have got to live a little,” Winn said.  “Everyone should have a smoking hot hairdresser story.”

“Do you?” Kara asked.

Winn blushed a little.

“Oh, you do,” Kara said, smiling.  She leaned forward a bit to whisper, “Him or her?”

“You’re just going to have to wonder,” Winn said.  “I promised Raphael I would never speak of it.”

Kara laughed as she checked her tablet for the day’s schedule.  “Are the servers for the website coming in today?” she asked.

Winn nodded.  “Should be here around noon.  Honestly, I can’t believe the contractors got everything done in two days.  I figured they’d be under foot for weeks.”

“It’s all about connections,” Kara said.  And it was.  She hadn’t used the normal CatCo contractors to build out the forty-second floor.  She’s used ones the DEO used for their ‘we need a new alien containment facility in under twelve hours’ type emergencies.

“Do I even want to ask?”

Kara shook her head.  “I’d tell you, but then I’d have to throw you into space.”

“Yeah,” Winn said, grinning.  “I’m okay with not knowing.”

“You have your tux for tomorrow night?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Winn said.  “I picked it up from Konex last night.”

“Good, I…” Kara stopped at the familiar hum of machinery, grinning just a little bit as she heard Cat mumbling to herself about having to listen to Angie Harmon’s long rant on how hard it was to be a Republican in the entertainment industry.  “She’s here,” she said, as she picked up Cat’s latte, adjusted so that only Winn could see her zap it, then stood up and got into position.

The door to Cat’s elevator opened up and she stepped out, eyes still on her phone as she deleted emails.

“Keira,” she said as she watched towards her office, “call the florist and send Ellen a dozen red roses, and make sure to tell her I’m always willing to do her show, any time she asks.”

“Yes, Ms. Grant,” Kara said, as she held out the latte.

Cat took it and started to raise it to her lips, onto to stop half way there.  She lifted her head and looked at Kara.  “I see you took my advice on the hair,” she said.  “Pity you weren’t so attentive on the wardrobe.”

If anyone else had said it, Kara would have been furious, but the slightly teasing hint of a grin on Cat’s face, the one she doubted anyone else would have spotted, took all the sting out of Cat’s words.

“One step at a time, Ms. Grant,” Kara said.  “I wouldn’t want anyone to die of shock, after all.”

This time, Cat did smile, though she took a sip of her latte to cover it as she started walking again.  Kara picked up her tablet and followed.

“Today is fairly clear.  The issue goes to print at 2:00 PM.  Everyone except fashion has been edited, approved and finalized.”

“What’s taking fashion so long?”

“Kelly managed to find a costume house who could make replicas of the Kryptonian outfits in the sketches Supergirl sent over.  The photo shoot was yesterday, but when I left last night, she was still waiting for the pictures to come back from the photographer.  She’s got a backup layout with just the sketches, plus some of the photos of Supergirl and an article about her costume in case the photographer doesn’t get her the prints in time.  I’ve looked over it, and the backup is really good, but she’s hoping to go with live shots.”

“Who’s the photographer?”

“Alex DeWitt,” Kara said.

“Hmmm…  Is that the girl from LA you convinced me to hire instead of Horton Spence?”

“Yes,” Kara said.

“Well, I hope she delivers,” Cat said as she picked up the remote, and turned on the TVs behind her desk.  “I…  Is that Maxwell Lord?”

Kara looked up and sure enough, there he was, sitting on the couch, getting interviewed by the host of ‘National City This Morning’.  Kara took the remote out of Cat’s hand and selected the specific monitor, turning up the volume.

“Look, it’s not a matter of inexperience.  I’ll be the first one to admit that so far, this ‘Supergirl’ as some people are calling her, has done a good job,” Max said.

“Then what *is* your concern?” the host asked.

“Look at what happened last Friday,” Max said.  “She blabs to the media that she’s Superman’s cousin, and not even six hours after the news hits, Reactron attacks her in the middle of a crowded highway.”

“An attack that seemed completely ineffective,” the host pointed out.

“This time,” Max said.  “But think about it.  How much danger were the people on that highway in?  Do you know how much Reactron’s fights with Superman have cost Metropolis?”

“No,” the host replied.

“Forty-nine million dollars in total damage,” Max said.  “And sure, Supergirl was able to shut him down, although how she managed that is still a mystery when her cousin couldn’t do it for years, but what about next time?  How many villains are going to go after Supergirl as a way to get back at her cousin?  You seriously think she’s be able to take them all down as easily as she did Reactron?  And even if she does turn out to be stronger than her cousin, that’s almost worse because all the aliens and monsters that used to go to Metropolis just to prove they were the biggest, baddest, monster on the block are going to start heading right for National City.”

“And if that’s not bad enough,” Max continued, “she seems to be some kind of glory hound.  She’s been flying around what, two weeks and she’s already giving interviews.  It’s no secret that CatCo is dedicating an entire issue to her.”

“Well, Superman gave his first interview just three days after he made his first appearance,” the host said.

“And we all know what that did,” Max replied.  “How many times has the Daily Planet been attacked?  Do we really want the same thing happening to CatCo plaza?  Mark my words.  National City does not need the kind of problems Supergirl is going to bring here.”

Kara jumped slightly as she felt Cat tug at the remote.  She forced herself to loosen her grip and watched as Cat muted the audio.

“I wouldn’t worry too much about Maxwell Lord,” Cat said.  “I’m pretty sure our girl is going to prove everything he said is wrong once we get her up and running.”

Kara took a deep breath and let it out slowly.  “I really hate that man,” she said.

“I’ve noticed,” Cat said.  “Someday, you’ll have to tell me why.”

“You mean aside from the fact that he looks at you like a piece of meat?”

Cat laughed.  “While I appreciate the sentiment, Keira, I’m a divorced mother who’s closer to fifty than forty.  You’re a little late to defend my virtue.”

Kara could feel herself blush a little, but she tried to shake it off.  “I don’t trust him,” she said.  “He doesn’t care about anyone but himself.  He uses people and throws them away, and never worries about how what he does hurts them.”

“The same could be said of me,” Cat pointed out.

Kara turned and looked at her, and she could make out the faint worry in Cat’s face, almost like she was looking for Kara’s approval.  The whole idea was ridiculous, of course, but something in Kara responded to it.  “Ms. Grant, you give two weeks’ severance to assistants who don’t last out their first day.  And yes, I’ve seen you fire half a department in one go, but I also read every single one of those termination packets, so I know every one of them deserved it.  You’re hard to work for, but you’re nowhere near as capricious or cruel as you make everyone think you are.  You care.  You may work hard to make sure people think you don’t, which I don’t understand at all, but I know you well enough to know you care every bit as much as Supergirl does.”

Kara turned back to the screen, where Max Lord was still pontificating.  “He doesn’t.  The only thing Max Lord cares about is himself.  He tells himself he’s some generous, benevolent nobleman taking care of the peasants because it makes him feel good about himself, but he doesn’t know what it means to really give or to sacrifice for someone else.  Maxwell Lord is a narcissistic little sociopath who’s going to kill a lot of people someday.  I just hope Supergirl is there to stop him.”

She started slightly when felt a hand rest on her shoulder and turned to find Cat giving her a concerned look.

“I’m sure if Supergirl is needed, she’ll be there,” Cat said.

The tension she’d felt from the moment she’d first spotted Maxwell Lord’s face seemed to melt right out of her and Kara wasn’t the least bit surprised.  Alex’s faith in her had always been her source of strength, but Cat’s faith in her had always been a guiding light, a way to find the calm in the storm until that faith itself had become the calm.  She reached up, covering Cat’s hand with her own, smiling at her, silently hoping Cat realized how much that faith meant to her.

They stayed there for a few moments, Kara knowing she must be smiling like an idiot, but too lost in the warm, caring smile Cat was giving her to care.  Much as she regretted it, she was the one who had to pull away when she felt her phone vibrating in her pocket.

“Excuse me,” she said, taking the phone out.  She sighed when she saw the call was from the DEO.  “I’ve got to take this,” she said.

Cat nodded.  “Go ahead.”

Fifteen minutes later, she was walking into J’onn’s office to find him, Alex and Susan waiting.

“You mind telling me what’s so urgent I have to walk out of work in the middle of a meeting with my boss?” Kara asked.

“You mind telling me why the President of the United States is attending your boss’s party tomorrow night?” J’onn replied.

Kara stopped and smiled.  “She’s coming?” she asked excitedly.

“Apparently,” J’onn said.

“Kara, what were you thinking?” Alex asked.

“That it would be easier to convince her to go ahead with the Alien Amnesty act if I could actually talk to her,” Kara said.

“Kara,” Susan said, “that’s not at issue.  The problem is, you invited her into a war zone.”

Kara turned to look at Susan.  “She’ll be safe,” Kara said.

“How can you be sure?” J’onn asked.

“I’ve convinced Ms. Grant to hang a Kryptonian Concord Banner on the side of the venue,” Kara said.  “No-one will attack, and if they did, even my Aunt’s forces would hunt them down.”

“Kara, I know you want to think the best of your Aunt,” Alex said, “but-“

“This isn’t about that,” Kara said.  “A Concord Banner’s sacred.  If it’s violated, every alien on this planet would hunt down the person who did it because they know what would happen if they didn’t.”

“What do you mean?” Susan asked.

“Krypton wasn’t alone out there.  Why do you think so many aliens were housed in a Kryptonian prison?  Krypton was part of a larger society.  It was a power near the heart of a league of independent worlds that spanned a sphere almost ten thousand lightyears in diameter.  If anyone violated that Concord Banner, every alien world within three thousand lightyears would send someone to hunt down the guilty party and see that they are brought to justice.”

J’onn closed his eyes and reached up to rub his temples slowly.  “Ms. Danvers,” he said.  “Did it even occur to you to consider what might happen if a human violated the banner?”

“It did, actually,” Kara said.

J’onn opened his eyes and looked at her.  “Really?  Because I don’t think you’ve thought through the possible consequences.”

Kara took a deep breath, and let it out slowly.  “You mean you don’t think I’ve realized I might have to be the one to enforce judgement if someone violates the banner?” she asked.  “That I might have to kill someone in order to protect this planet from the consequences of some ignorant, bigoted human’s actions.”  She walked over and placed her hands down on J’onn’s desk.  “Been there.  Done that.  Or did you forget already?”

“Kara!” Alex said.

J’onn held up his hand.  “No, Alex, she’s right.”  He looked at her.  “I’m sorry.”

Kara stood up, taking a step back from his desk.  “It’s okay,” she said.  “It’s a risk and I probably should have told you about the invitation and the banner first.  I’m starting to feel like I’ve spent too much time around Oliver Queen.”

“Um, Oliver Queen is dead, Kara,” Alex said.

“Unfortunately, only in this universe,” she said.

“Right,” Alex said.  “Not gonna get used to that anytime soon.”

“Tequila helps,” Susan said.  “Or it makes you forget about it.  I don’t really remember which.”

Kara laughed and Susan smiled at her.

“Okay,” J’onn said.  “There’s still a problem though.”

“What’s that?” Kara asked.

“We’ve been tasked to provide security,” J’onn said.

“Well, that’s not a problem,” Kara said.  “I’m in charge of organizing the party, so, I can slot you into the security arrangements.”

“That will certainly make things easier,” J’onn said, “though I wish we had more time to prepare.”

Kara grinned.  “Trust me,” she said.  “In about ten minutes, you’re going to have the most accurate intel on a location you’ve ever seen.  AND I know the perfect person in local law enforcement to serve as a liaison.”

“Who?” Alex said.

“Detective Maggie Sawyer,” Kara said.

“Your girlfriend?” J’onn asked.

“Really?” Kara said.  “How many times do I have to tell you I’m not dating Maggie before it sinks in?”

“I don’t know,” Susan said.  “Sounds like you might be protesting a bit much.”

Kara rolled her eyes.  “Look, we all knew Maggie in the other timeline,” Kara said.  “I ran into her at a bar after my date stood me up.  She’d just got dumped by her ex-girlfriend, who happens to be a Roltikkon by the way, but I’m really *not* Maggie’s type.”

“Okay,” Susan said, holding up her hands.  “Sorry.”

Kara nodded.  “Look, Maggie’s amazing.  I’ve seen her go toe-to-toe with an Infernian armed with nothing but a steel pipe and come out on top.”

“Sounds like we should be recruiting her,” J’onn said.

“That could be counterproductive,” Kara said.  “One of the things that made her so valuable to the team in the other timeline was her position at the NCPD.  She pulled us in on cases we would never have picked up on otherwise.

Kara watched as J’onn turned that over in his head, then nodded.

“I see your point, but we should at least get her consultant credentials and go ahead and start fostering that relationship now instead of waiting for whatever kicked it off in the original timeline,” he said.

“I agree,” Kara replied.  She looked over at Alex.  “You should be her handler.”

“Why me?” Alex asked.  “I mean, I’m already your handler.”

“The two of you were partners in the other timeline,” Kara said.  “Once you started working together, both of you started closing a lot more cases.”

“There’s something else,” J’onn said.

“What?”

“General Lane wants an invitation,” J’onn said.

Kara’s first instinct was to say no, but then something occurred to her and a smile spread across her face.

“Kara,” Alex said.  “What are you thinking?”

“Nothing,” Kara said.

“Kara, I know that smile,” Alex said.  “That’s your ‘I found the cookie dough mom hid under the carrots’ smile.”

“Oh, relax,” Kara said.  “It’s not like I’m going to debauch the man’s eldest daughter in front of him.”

“Okay,” Susan said, “am I the only one who noticed that she felt the need to specify which daughter she wouldn’t be debauching?”

“No,” J’onn and Alex said in unison.

“Just tell me where to send the invitation,” Kara said.  “I have to interview Cat’s new assistant in an hour.”

The woman approaching the dock was pale.  The kind of pale usually associated with someone who never went outside.  Her hair was jet black, and her lips covered in a dark red lipstick that stood out.  She was well dressed, in an expensive single breasted gray wool pant suit, covered with an even more expensive black peacoat.  The boots were well-made flats, which would have seemed slightly out of character if it weren’t for the distinct limp the woman walked with and the heavy derby cane she leaned on.  She moved quickly, but with every other step she shifted, leaning to the right as she swung an unbending left leg forward and planted it with obvious care, the cane coming down at the same time, providing support as she swung.  Her eyes were hidden behind large wraparound sunglasses.  If anyone had looked carefully, they would have noticed a slightly paler band around the ring finger on her left hand, indicating the absence of a ring that had once been worn.

Anyone on the docks who saw the woman would remember her, not just because she stood out, but because she so clearly didn’t belong there.  Yet, she moved with purpose, confidence and determination as she approached a small fishing boat.

If anyone had been able to see her eyes, they would have noticed that she was scanning the area with the skill of a veteran, watching for threats and for anything out of the ordinary, but the only one on the docks who did notice, though not from her eyes, was the target.  A tall, wiry young black man with blonde hair and tattoos running down his arms.  He was wearing heavy navy canvas cargo pants and a red t-shirt, and she could feel him watching her even as he shifted empty plastic tubs off a pallet, getting them ready to be loaded onto the boat tied up at the dock.

An older man was standing nearby, looking at her more openly, and seeing less about her than the man she’d come to see.  She dismissed him as a threat, but it was obvious he was her target’s boss.

She walked up to the target, stopping far enough away that they were out of arm’s reach, but close enough that he couldn’t ignore her without it being clearly deliberate.  He sat down the stack of tubs he was moving, and looked at her.

“Yes?” he said.

“I need to talk to you,” she said.

“Lady, I don’t know you,” he said.

“If you’re looking to hire the boat, it’s mine,” the other man said.

She turned towards him.  “Are you his boss?”

“Yeah,” the man said.

She slipped her hand into her pocket, and pulled out a wad of bills.  She peeled off five one-hundred dollar bills, and held them out to the man.  “I need two hours of his time,” she said.

He looked to the target for a moment and the target sighed and nodded.  “It’s okay,” he said.

The man reached out and took the five hundred, then watched as she counted out another five.

“This never happened,” she said, holding out the second stack of bills, which disappeared without any hesitation this time.  She turned back to the target.  “Is there someplace around here we can get lunch?” she asked.

The target nodded.  “Follow me,” he said.

She watched as he stepped by her, and even watching, she nearly missed him unbuttoning the pockets on his pants.  She smiled, impressed.  He was good.  She’d known that ahead of time, but he was better than she’d expected him to be at this point.  Of course, anyone who didn’t know him, didn’t understand, might have thought him letting her get behind him was a rookie mistake, but it wasn’t.  Not with so much water around them.  They were in his playground.

She followed along for nearly a block.  He didn’t speak until they were out of earshot of everyone else.  “Who sent you?” he asked.  “Arthur, or David?”

“Neither,” she said.  “And I apologize for the theatrics, but your friend in Metropolis had no idea what name you’d be using.”

“How’d my friend find me if he didn’t know what name to look for?”

“Long story,” she said.  “But he didn’t.  I found you.  I just checked with your friend to see if I could find an easier way to make contact.”

“You could have gone with something lower profile,” he said.

“Trust me, this is a lot lower profile than I usually am,” she said.  “Now, food.  Please.”

He turned and lead her around a corner to a little shack with a faded sign that declared ‘Best Sushi in Kodiak!’.

She felt herself smile as he waved to the old Japanese man behind the counter and headed for a booth in the back corner.  One that would leave him perfectly positioned to see anyone approaching.  She slid in opposite him.

“So,” she said.  “What do I call you?”

“Jack,” he said.  “Jack Gray.  And what do I call you?”

“Linda Lee,” she said.

“Sounds about as real as the limp,” he replied.

She frowned.  “What gave it away?”

“The cane,” he said.  “You did a good job adding wear to it, but you’re still thinking about how to use it.  The movement isn’t habitual yet.”

She grinned.  “Good catch,” she said.

Before either of them could say anything else, a waitress appeared.  The woman took a moment to scan her features.  Eurasian.  Based on phenotype, the granddaughter of the man ‘Jack’ had waved to as they entered.  Based on the smile on her face and the scent of pheromones she was giving off, she had a bit of a crush.  She was in for a bit of a disappointment and not just because ‘Jack’ would be leaving after today.

The woman watched as Jack ordered a Sashimi Platter, then turned to the waitress and ordered herself two ‘Kodiak’ rolls, two ‘Volcano’ rolls, and two ‘Godzilla’ rolls, along with a bowl of miso soup, an order of pickled garlic, a bowl of edamame and some fried oysters.

The waitress double checked the order, and looked like she watched to explain just how much food the woman was ordering, but she glanced at Jack and he gave her a slight nod, and she scrambled off to get them their drinks.

“I suppose that answers that question,” he said.

“I figured it would,” she said.  “I’m actually here to ask for your help.  The cloak and dagger stuff is less about you and more about me.  If I were seen here, it would attract the wrong kind of attention.”

“The disguise must be really good,” he said.

“Better than the one I normally wear,” she replied.

“Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you, but helping people is how I wound up in the mess I’m already in,” he said.  “I’m not in the business anymore.”

She didn’t respond immediately, because the waitress arrived with a platter loaded with their drinks, and the woman’s soup and edamame.

“Your oysters will be just another moment,” the waitress said.

“That’s fine,” the woman replied.  She waited until the waitress stepped away before turning to her soup.  “You mind?” she asked.

He shook his head, and she tucked in, devouring the soup in just a few moments, before turning to the bowl of steamed soy beans.

“Let me make my offer,” she said.  “If you don’t want to take it, I’ll give you two thousand dollars.  That should at least make up for me blowing your cover here.”

“Well, that’s more thoughtful than I expected you to be,” he said.  “Go ahead.”

“I need someone to guard a Queen,” she said.

“Not interested,” he replied.  “I’ve learned to keep away from royalty.”

She laughed.  “I can understand why,” she said.  “Arthur’s a bit full of himself.”  She watched the slight tightening of his jaws.  He’d taken offense.  That was a good sign.  It meant he still cared.  Not that she’d ever really doubted.  “But this Queen is unique,” she said.  “Like any good ruler, information is her primary weapon, but her goal isn’t power.  She wants to change the world, make it a better place.”

“Don’t they all?” he asked.

“The difference is, she’s actually doing it,” the woman said.  “Not with armies and bombs, but with words, newspapers, magazines, Twitter and tumblr, YouTube and Facebook, tv shows and radio.  She pushes and pulls.  Shapes conversations and narratives.  She inspires, leads, and gives people hope.”

“You make her sound like a Saint,” he said.

The woman snorted, and then laughed, slapping the table so hard the bowl of edamame bounced a few inches.  “Oh, Rao’s light, no,” she said, managing to keep her voice low enough that only he could hear her.  “She’s vain, conceited, self-absorbed, a little narcissistic, mean, fickle, self-aggrandizing, more than a little petty and absolutely the most pig-headed, stubborn pain in the ass I’ve ever met.”

“You’re really selling this,” he said.

She reached up and took her sunglasses off, showing him the brightest blue eyes he’d ever seen.  “I’m not interested in selling you anything, Jack.  She’s not a perfect person.  She’s hard to please, hard to get along with and some days, she’s hard to love.”

He stared at her for a moment, and nodded slightly.  “You’re not looking for someone to protect a Queen, you’re looking for someone to protect a friend.”

The woman shook her head.  “No,” she said. “Family.  I’m looking for someone to protect family.  I can’t do what I need to do if my attention is divided.  I asked your friend for advice, to help me find someone I could trust.  Someone who, if they took the job, would die before they failed.  Someone who would protect their charge, even if it was from him.  Or me.”

She saw the wheels turning behind his eyes, and saw the exact moment it clicked, and he leaned back, slightly shocked.

“You know who I am,” she said.

He nodded.  “I do.  You’re my friend’s cousin.  And I have a pretty good idea who you’re asking me to protect.  What I don’t understand is why.  She can afford to hire protection if she needs it.”

“There’s no one she could hire that can protect her from people like me.  You though, you could.”

Their conversation stopped for a few moments as the waitress arrived with their food.  The woman smiled and thanked her, and began mixing Wasabi into her soy sauce.

“Your skill set can bypass our gifts,” she said.

“I know,” he said.

“They would underestimate you.  It would give you an edge, a chance to strike from surprise.”

“Even so, those like you would be a difficult challenge.”

“And if it comes to it, I would be more difficult than most, because *I* am warded against your skills,” she said.

“Why go through such effort to protect someone if you believe you might one day be in conflict with them?” he asked.

“If you ever have to stop me from hurting her, it would be because I’m not myself.  Because something had altered my brain.  I don’t expect it to happen, but I’d be a fool not to plan for the contingency, since it *has* happened before.  And if it does happen, don’t hesitate.  Just put me down.  For everyone’s sake.”

He picked up a piece of his sushi and dipped it in soy sauce before popping it in his mouth, chewing slowly.  Once he’d swallowed, he asked, “If I did this, what would be my cover?”

“You’re be her assistant.  You’d run errands, fetch coffee, manage her schedule.”

“I can’t guard her full time if I’m off running errands,” he said.

“Neither could I, but she would never accept a dedicated bodyguard.  This is the best I can do,” she said

He shook his head.  “I’m sorry.  If you found me, I’ve already lingered too long in one place.  What you’re asking... I would be too visible, too rooted to the same spot.  Arthur and David would both know where I am.”

She picked up her chopsticks and selected a piece of her Godzilla roll, dipping it in the mixture of soy sauce and Wasabi as she spoke.  “You can’t keep running, Jack.  I understand why you’re upset with Arthur.  You trusted him, and he spent your whole life lying to you.  I understand why you hate David.  He’s a monster.  But you are giving them all the control right now.”  She placed the piece of sushi in her mouth and chewed slowly, letting her words sink in.

“I hid who I am for eleven years, not because I wanted to, but because other people were afraid.  I let other people chart the course of my life and I nearly watched everything I love burn, again.  In the end, I couldn’t do it.  If I’m going to be damned either way, I’d rather be damned for being who I am and I’m going down fighting, with my head held high.  This is your chance to make that same decision.  The decision to be who you are.  A better man than your father, and a braver man than your king.”

He stared at her for a long moment, then shook his head.  “You and Metropolis, you’re both dangerous, you know that?  You make people want to be better than they are.”

She smiled.  “You’ll do it?”

“Yeah,” he said.  “I’ll do it.  You think you could give me a lift to National City?”

“After I finish my Sushi,” she said.

Kara sat in the conference room, rubbing her temples as she waited.  Kaldur’ahm, Cat’s new assistant slash bodyguard was at her apartment getting fitted for the wardrobe Konex was making for him.  The suits were all going to be designer.  It had taken a little creative hacking to create Jackson Hyde, but Kaldur’ahm’s new cover identity would stand up to a standard DEO level security clearance.

The money issue had been a little bit trickier.  Kara was trying to do as much as possible above board, which was why she’d gone through the DEO for so many things, even before coming out as Supergirl.  But she wanted to keep Kaldur’ahm off the DEO’s radar, so there was a good bit of white collar crime involved as she transferred money pretty much no-one knew she had around, building a paper trail that didn’t lead back to her.  Konex was helpful in that regard, since most human cybersecurity was more of a suggestion to him, than anything else.

By the time CatCo’s HR department was finished digging, they were going to find that Jackson Hyde was a trust fund baby whose parents had died in a boating accident.  There would be some stuff about him working his way up and down the coast after college, before settling down in National City and applying for a job at several places around town.  It was all nice and pat, and Kara had no doubt Cat would see right through it if she ever bothered to look.  Kara really hoped she didn’t.

Kara looked up as the door to the conference room opened, and her face split into a smile as she saw the pizza boxes and the brown paper bag James was carrying.  She loved Sushi, but flying home had burned through those calories already, and she was starving.

“Pizza and pot stickers,” James said.

“That’s my favorite meal!” she said.

“I know that about you,” James replied, setting the food down on the table.  “Winn should be here any minute with Maggie and your sister.”

Kara took one of the pizzas off the stack and flipped it open.  “I love Hawaiian,” she said happily as she picked up a slice covered with ham, pineapple and bacon.

“Yeah, I noticed that the day you ate six of them,” James said.

Kara gave a slight pout.  “Alex never lets me order Hawaiian,” she said.

“That’s because pineapple does not belong on pizza,” Alex shouted from the hallway.  “It’s sick, and wrong and what the hell happened to your hair?” she asked as she walked through the door.

Kara smiled.  “You like it?”

“I… how…” she turned and looked at the door, waiting impatiently as Winn closed it behind her and Maggie.

“Damn it, Kara,” Maggie said as she looked past Alex, “stealing all the attention with the ‘hot librarian’ thing wasn’t enough?  You’ve gotta go and be a red head too?”

Kara gave Maggie a wicked grin, and said, “Elprup.”

Everyone else’s jaw dropped as her hair turned a deep, rich shade of purple.

“That… is SOOOOO cool!” Winn said.  “Is that a Kryptonian thing?  Can you change anything else?  Are you a shape shifter?”

“No, no, and no,” Kara said.  “Lamron,” she said, and her hair changed back to its normal blonde.  “Nrubua,” she said, and her hair shifted again, returning to the same shade of Auburn it had been when everyone walked into the room.  “I went and saw a friend of a friend last night.  She worked a little magic, and voilà.  Voice-activated color-changing hair.”

“Okay, wait a minute,” Winn said.  “Magic?  Like, literal magic?  As in the hot, I spent the whole time drooling, hairdresser did actual magic on your hair?”

Kara sighed.  “And yet, I’m the one who gets ragged on for not being able to keep a secret.”  She took a bite of her pizza and started chewing furiously.

“It’s okay,” Maggie said.  “I can wait until your sister is not around to get details.”

Kara glared.

“Not to be a spoil sport,” James said, “but I still need to get back and review final proofs for the digital edition of the new issue, so…”

Kara swallowed her pizza, and looked at Alex.  “Did you bring them?”

“Yeah,” Alex said.  “Though the director would have preferred to do this at HQ.”

Kara shrugged.  “I would have preferred to leave Sam Lane off the guest list for tomorrow night.  Sometimes you just have to roll with it.”

“Wait, Lucy’s dad is going to be at the party tomorrow?” James asked.

“Yeah,” Kara said.  “Lucy too, probably.  But Lois will be there too, so maybe that will keep him occupied.”  Kara did not miss the slightly raised eyebrow on Alex at the mention of Lucy, and decided distraction was the best way to keep Alex from figuring anything out.  “But right now, Alex has some papers for you guys to sign.”

“What kind of papers?” Maggie asked.

“Security clearances and NDA’s,” Alex said as she sat her briefcase on the table and pulled out three large envelopes.

“For what?” Maggie asked.

“You have to sign the NDA before I can tell you,” Alex replied.

Kara could see the argument building, and much as she’d like to watch Maggie and Alex go ten rounds, right now wasn’t a good time.  “Mags,” she said.

Maggie turned to her.  “Yeah?”

“Go with me on this, okay?”

She could see the hesitation, and she understood it, but Maggie finally nodded and sat down, taking the form from Alex and reaching for a pen.  Winn and James both sat down too, as Alex handed them their non-disclosure agreements.  Once all three were signed, Alex lay packets down in front of each of them, and they all up ended them almost immediately.  Each one dropped a leather ID folio on the table, along with a stack of paperwork with tabs indicating where signatures went.

“Welcome to the DEO,” Kara said.  “Since you all know about Supergirl, I convinced Director Henshaw to run security clearances for all of you, and issue you credentials as consultants.”

“Really,” Winn said, picking up his ID folio and flipping it open.  “This is so cool!”

“Winn,” Kara said, “You can’t show it off.”

“I know,” Winn said, curling his hands around it protectively.  “It’s still cool though.”

Kara grinned.  “Wait until Alex shows you the special features.”

“Special features?” Maggie asked.

Alex pulled out hers and held it up, showing them the DEO badge.  “These wouldn’t be much good in public, since the DEO doesn’t officially exist.  But,” she touched a spot on the side of the wallet, and the ID turned into an FBI ID, “we still get by.”

Maggie looked over at Winn, and both of them smiled at each other.  “Psychic paper,” they said together.

“Oh, no,” Kara said, looking at Maggie. “He did not get you started on Doctor Who.”

“Seriously?” Maggie said.  “I started watching Doctor who when I was five.”

Kara sighed as she felt Alex’s and come to rest on her shoulder, and turned to look up at Alex.  “I take back everything nice I ever said about her.”

“What?” Maggie asked.

Alex smiled as she shook her head.  “Please, don’t,” she said.  “No one wants to hear her rant about how insulting Doctor Who is to aliens.”

“Wait,” Winn said, “what?”

James just looked up at Alex in desperation.  “Where do I need to sign?”

“Heard the lecture?”

“From Clark,” he said, “And three of the Green Lanterns.”

“I’m not that bad,” Kara said, stomping her foot slightly, and making the whole table jump.

“Yes, you are,” Alex said.

[beyondconfessor]

Kismet

Pairing: Alex Danvers/Sara Lance

Summary: Alex attends ladies' night in an effort to heal from a long drawn heartache. When her friends cancel, she ends up meeting someone else instead.

N.B.: Also posted on AO3

For Alex, most night-offs involved beer, sometimes wine, and more often than not lately: whisky. Tonight was different. Tonight was ladies night at a local gay bar.

The bar was a two-story building, with the upstairs being louder, containing a dance floor and a bar of its own, and downstairs being a bar and bistro where, until 9.30p.m., the food was being sold. Though Alex sat at the bar, most of the area was set-up as a lounge, with all the coffee tables between the seating each having a lit candle for decor.

It was still a little too early for the dance floor, though bass boomed down the wooden stairs. Most of the patrons remained on the ground floor, ageing from fresh-out-of-high-school girls up to people who had a good thirty or so years on Alex.

The bar, being a cocktail bar and it being ladies night, offered half-priced shots for the big three W’s: Wet Pussies, Wet Spots and Wet Dreams. Alex had tried one of each while she waited for her friends, but the buzz from them seemed to have left her.

It had been four months since she’d asked Maggie Sawyer to marry her. Three and a half months since Maggie moved some of her stuff in before it all went to hell.

Having begun with a fight where Maggie said she didn’t want to sign the lease with Alex, it escalated quickly when she said that she wanted to keep her own place. Her own space since Alex’s apartment only was single-bedroomed. Then she was staying at her own place more than Alex’s and then…

But tonight was ladies night. The second ladies night that Alex would attend, even after she had sworn never again. Not after the guilt had settled in and the person next to her had felt like a mistress instead of a one-night stand.

But she wasn’t looking for someone else. She wasn’t looking to move on after her first big heartbreak. Hey, there it was Danvers, another first. No, Alex was looking for a proper night off with some friends. Friends who wouldn’t look at her with big, blue sad eyes the way Kara’s did. They’d have some drinks and then whatever followed, would follow. She didn’t have to work tomorrow since J’onn had made her take the day off.

But as Alex looked at her phone, she found that her friends –– or at least, those she had presumed to be her friends, but might actually be Maggie’s instead –– had all cancelled on her. Damn it.

Calling the bartender over, Alex asked him to make her a drink, “Whatever you think. As long as it’s strong.” After that crushing blow, she needed to take the edge off.

As she waited for the drink, Alex found herself casing the bar out of habit, looking over the patrons for concealed weapons, signs of abnormal behaviour or anything that may disclose they were possibly an alien in disguise.

Behind her, the bartender pushed the drink towards her, his face passive, uncaring but not upset. Just a normal hospitality worker in the middle of their shift.

Most people had come in groups of twos and fours, sitting together in clusters as they talked. There was the odd single person on their phone, or, surprisingly, reading a book under the low lighting, but since they kept looking at the door, Alex took an educated guess and decided that they were waiting on someone.

Tonight, it felt like, was couple’s night.

Alex couldn’t remember much of the last ladies’ night. Except that she’d wandered in, looking for a place to drink and had not realised that it was a gay bar until she saw the rainbow flag –– at that point she’d already ordered a drink and by the time she’d finished, someone had already hit her up and bought her another. And another and another until asking if she wanted to go back to her place.

Swirling the ridiculous umbrella in her drink –– the bartender sorely missed the target in what type of drinker she was –– Alex decided that after this drink, she was going to go home, binge something on tv and then go to sleep. Maybe do a load of laundry in-between episodes if she was feeling up to it.

“Not to sound too much like a pick-up line, but you look a little lonely,” a woman said as she leant next to Alex at the bar. She had an envy-worthy black leather jacket over a shirt, paired with a pair of dark jeans and boots.

Alex watched as the stranger held a hand up to the bartender, a wry smile on her face before she looked back to Alex. “Are you waiting for someone here or is it all right if I buy you a drink?”

Alex stared at the woman’s eyes for a second too long (they were green, at least, under the bar lights), and found herself categorising body language. Relaxed, one leg carrying more weight than the other, hip cocked to the left. She couldn’t tell, but she thought the woman had a weapon on her.

She was a little tipsy, and after the whole take-over a few months back, most people were carrying something. Even if it was just mace.

“Ah, no,” Alex answered, shaking her head as she returned the woman’s smiled. “They all cancelled so I’m just…having a drink. Are you…” she trailed off, watching as three shots landed on the bar. One of the W’s. Maybe all three of them.

The woman took a shot of one and then the other, setting the last shot glass down onto the first and pushing it back on the table.

“Waiting for someone?” the woman said.

“Yes,” Alex answered, before realising that the woman was finishing Alex’s question, not asking it. “I mean, are you? Not me, because, I…already answered…” Drawing out a breath, Alex winced at her own fluster, “God, I sound like Kara.”

“Girlfriend?”

“Sister, who’s a little socially awkward,” she explained, before adding, “Obviously.”

The woman laughed, a warm, good-natured sound before she leant in towards Alex, “So…am I right to presume that was a yes to the drink?”

“Sure,” Alex said. “Why not?”

Pulling away, the blonde woman raised her hand, drawing the bartender’s attention before she ordered two whisky’s. “To answer your question from before, no, I’m not waiting on anyone.” Alex looked up at the woman, finding herself lost somewhere between the eyes and the grand, warm smile. “I’m new town, actually.”

“Welcome to the city…”

“Sara,” the woman said, flashing her a grin. “And who may you be?”

“Alex.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Alex.”

As the two whiskies arrive, Alex found herself relaxing as she found Sara’s ease reflecting back onto herself. Taking the drinks, she was lead to a single lounge on its own where conversation followed and more drinks exchanged between the two.

Alex, through playful interrogation skills, learned that Sara was here for a mixture of business/vacation, she was a free-agent (“so to speak”) and had been given a flyer for the ‘ladies night’ from a coffee shop that she’d attended earlier that day.

She had been “looking for a Supergirl, actually.” Which had Alex somewhere between concern for her sister, and a little envious that Kara held the attention of this stranger.

“To see a glimpse of the one-and-only?” Alex asked.

“Something like that,” she shrugged. “Heard a lot about her. I’ve seen tidbits of her in action from a few news pieces. They all seemed to come from here.”

“From Catco I take it?” Alex took a guess. “They’re always writing about her. Even after Cat left.”

“Cat?” Sara said with a shrug.

“You know, Cat Grant. Everyone in America knows Cat Grant,” Alex said, a suspicion rising from within her. You couldn’t live in the country without knowing the famous Cat Grant. She was more famous than all of the Kardashians.

The woman shrugged. “I kinda live under a rock from all of that. Tell you the truth, I haven’t lived in America for a few years,” there, she smiled as if there was a joke to be told.

“Work has you travelling internationally?”

“You wouldn’t believe how far I’ve travelled for work.” She paused and then leant forward to hold Alex’s eyes, “Couple of years ago, I lived in the Middle East…North Africa for some time after that, then Eastern Europe and North Asia for a year. Now I just…wander, so to speak.”

“Come on, now you’re just trying to impress me,” Alex pointed.

The woman laughed. “A little bit,” she admitted, nodding, “but it’s not a complete lie. I do travel around.”

“That must be fun.”

The woman made a half-nod. “Eh, sometimes. I used to travel with a group of people for work, but…holiday season,” she said, a tight smile coming to her mouth. “Now I’m here.”

“Oh, that must be…”

Sara smiled, leaning back in her seat as she handed her empty glass to a staff member making rounds on the floor.

Awkwardly, Alex fiddled with her drink, not sure where to go from there. They’d been talking for over a few hours by that point and had breached over most of the usual get-to-know subjects. Everything safe, anyway.

“Do you…dance?” Alex asked.

The woman blinked, before she laughed, “Sure, I dance.”

“I don’t…haven’t…danced much. The floor’s upstairs,” Alex pointed, feeling the self-conscious part of herself rise again. “Or, we can just ––“

She was cut off as the woman grabbed her arm, grinning as she helped Alex to stand. “Dancing sounds fun.”

Alex downed the rest of her drink and followed the blonde up the stairs. Being half-past midnight, the dance floor held a fair amount of patrons. Alex didn’t know what to do at first, frozen before the woman took to the floor, a smirk on her face as began a simple sway of her hips and hands to the music, bopping her head to the beat as she grinned at Alex.

And then Alex found herself falling back into her nineteen-year-old self again, taking to the dance floor with ease. Within two songs they were dancing together rather than separately. Sara’s hands were on her shoulders and hers upon Sara’s waist, dancing to the music as Alex allowed the weariness of work to fall away.

They drank another round of drinks, danced to more songs and then Alex found herself leaning in and kissing the woman in the middle of a surprisingly remixed 90s song.

When she pulled back, her eyes looked into Sara’s eyes –– almost lavender under the blue and red lights –– and hoped that she hadn’t crossed a line. The kiss had been nice and Sara’s hands were still on her.

Leaning forward, Sara’s lips went to her ear and asked, “Do you want to get out of here?” before she pulled back to see Alex’s response.

Alex’s mouth opened, her brow furrowing before she nodded. “Yeah, my place is only a walk away if you want to grab a coffee or something?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Alex led her out of the bar and down the road, her fingers digging into the pockets of her jeans to double-check her keys and wallet.

The kiss, though still seared on Alex’s lips, became unmentioned. And a tension remained as Alex walked the line of wanting desperately to push Sara up against the wall of some alleyway to kiss her hard against the brick, and pretending as if nothing had happened.

As they walked through the streets, the conversation drifted to about the city, with Alex offering different places for the woman to visit in her travels, jokes passing easily between them before they reached their destination. When they reached the familiar door to her apartment, Alex realised that she hadn’t cleaned in expectation of visitors.

“Just so you know, this isn’t how I usually keep my apartment,” Alex explained, “Work has been keeping me busy.” Then turning back around to open her door, she led Sara inside the apartment.

There, Sara’s eyes looked around the room as Alex hurried over to self-consciously tidy up the laundry basket on her couch, tucking it around a curtain and a potted plant Kara had gotten her. Then hurrying to clean up the empty wine bottles and take-out containers on one end of her kitchen bench. “Sorry about that,” she said. “I…”

“It’s okay. My room’s a mess at the moment so it’s nice to see an almost completely tidy place.”

“Your hotel room?” Alex questioned.

Sara shook her head. “It’s kinda a vehicle, to be honest.”

Alex’s mouth parted, a soft laugh coming out before she covered her mouth. “Sorry, I just didn’t pick your for an RV person.”

Sara shrugged. “What can I say, I’m flexible,” and there was a smirk, a knowing, I-just-told-a-pun smirk that had crossed her mouth more than countable times over the night.

Alex liked it. She liked the playful humour, the bisexual-puns and the ease and confidence of Sara. For the first evening, Alex hadn’t thought about her ex-fiancé for a single moment, and although she was definitely tipsy, she wasn’t drunk.

So when Sara tilted her head, eyebrows raised in question, Alex kissed her and only stopped to make sure that she hadn’t misread the situation.

When Sara kissed her again, Alex drew her fingers through the long blonde hair before she began to undress the woman. Pulling the jacket, then the shirt off, as Sara untangled her hands, discarding the clothes to the floor as she followed Alex’s lead into the bedroom.

In the doorway of her bedroom, Alex paused as her fingers splayed over Sara’s sides, her thumbs edged underneath the black sports bra. Just now, her brain had given a slight hitch as she noticed just how fit Sara was.

Back, before she’d come out to herself, she’d never really understood the attractiveness of muscles on men. But Sara was a whole other story.

Now she understood the appeal.

Then the sports bra was gone and Alex was kissing Sara again, her hands running down Sara’s waist, over her stomach muscles as she felt Sara draw in a breath and exhale between kissing before Alex reached the button of the dark jeans.

There, she found herself stopped as her own shirt and singlet were removed, her own bra, and then she was kicking her shoes off and her socks and her pants had been tugged down her thighs as Sara’s knelt down, her mouth slipping over Alex’s stomach, down below the naval, to where the plain, grey cotton underwear sat.

Until they weren’t.

And Alex was stepping out of them and falling back onto her bed and a mouth was going down and down…

Alex’s thighs trembled as she eased and then paused. “Ah,” she said sitting up. “I just…wanted to explain,” and Sara looked up, a kind smile on her mouth as she waited for Alex to speak as though she hadn’t just been about to go down on her. “I don’t…after alcohol,” and Alex gestured down to where Sara’s mouth had been heading to just before. “Not often, anyway so…”

“Is that so?” Sara said, grinning at her again, “Well, I promise not to let my ego be too bruised by the effects of alcohol on blood flow in the general area of your clit.”

Alex laughed, and then the laughter fell away into soft gasps as Sara’s mouth and tongue began to slip over the edges of labia in the beginning of a long, drawn tease.

As it was, Alex didn’t have to worry about alcohol and blood flow. Sara knew exactly how to draw it down where it was most needed.

She would kiss down, the very tip of her tongue slipping between Alex’s folds before she would pull away. Her mouth would slip over to her thighs, kissing over the skin as her hand lift from Alex’s hips and slipped down, drawing over her pubic bone to touch lights over the drawing wetness, before slipping underneath Alex’s leg and drawing it over her shoulder, parting the thighs and exposing the damp skin to cool air.

Alex shifted her hips as the mouth returned to her labia, pressing kisses and slipping a tongue over the edges, before all at once, she felt the flat of Sara’s tongue in a broad, single lick, the tip curving over her clit, tapping over the hood for good measure.

Though, only at the beginning of what was to be a long night, Alex could feel her heart race, her limbs shaking with the adrenaline of what was happening and what she wanted it to be, before exhaling out her drawn breath and easing her racing heart.

There was no fear, no worries, no work or ex-girlfriends on her mind. Only the want to have Sara go further and further, to be harder and faster, but to also exist in that wave of warmth when Sara’s tongue and mouth slipped over her clit.

Alex's hand had slipped through the blonde hair, grasping a handful as Sara’s paced began to move faster, her strokes harder as she clutched at Alex, drawing the body closer, the thighs wide apart to allow unequivocal access. Now her teeth added into the kiss, her tongue could curve in a strong, singular movement and Alex would feel her hips lift, her hand unintentionally pulling at Sara’s head to be in the right position, a little left, a little higher, a…ah…..

In a few hours, they would rest as sunrise drifted through the curtains. Sara would rise and shower after the sky had well-turned blue; Alex would make coffee and breakfast and then they would sit and talk, picking over bacon and eggs, speaking as though they were old, parted friends and not new strangers.

Maybe then they’ll realise their mutual acquaintance and the strangeness of kismet. But they had all night until then.

[superkaralovesfanfiction]

Love, Passionately

Love, Passionately Posting this tonight because I need to combat this karamel thing because supercat needs to be the canon ship. I... karamel. No. I ship them, I'm happy for you Kara, but what will it take for you to realize you belong with cat. This fic proves that. This is part 2 to Love, Actually. Once again, this can be read as a stand alone fic, but I recommend reading the above mentioned first. They belong together, just like Cat and Kara do, am I right? This one, as promised thanks to all of your likes and comments, comes out with a much higher rating, (you asked for it) and, honestly, I'm considering a part 3 as well. Anyways, here's hoping you love this as much as the first, and that I fulfilled that fantasy I knew all of you were thinking of by the end of part 1, because I was thinking the exact same thing. This one has a lot of sadness though, so bear with me, and I hope I didn't hurt Kara too much in this little thing. Love. Lust. X. That boundary between flowers and kisses and downright passion in offices ten minutes before work and at late moments in very public parks because it hits you right then. Because you can't ignore it. Because she's so pretty in her colourful yellow dress and you think she might just be everything you ever need, for now, for tomorrow, forever. Because of right now, before a board meeting, before they could very well be caught doing very wicked things because she's wearing her suit, and it's so perfect and beautiful, and she tastes so amazing, and because Cat can't ever resist Supergirl when the heroine asks her to come. And so Cat does. Cat comes. Hard. With her lips pressed to Supergirl's neck to stifle her moan as Kara keeps moving, the harness glinting in the light of the bright afternoon sun streaming into the windows of Catco Worldwide Media as Kara keeps thrusting softly, holding Cat's leg to her hip as her cape brushes against a silky thigh. And Cat loves every second of it, because Kara knows exactly how to work with that harness and that glass toy, that also happens to be red. Of course, for Supergirl. Because Supergirl is here, right now. Because Kara's pretty red dress is on the floor in a pile, hastily discarded, and Kara's glasses are lying on the tabletop along with her phone, and Supergirl is who Cat is eagerly kissing, her own lips pressed against Supergirl's neck, inhaling the scent of Supergirl and sex and a soft leather cape and Kara's sweet vanilla and grapefruit perfume. Because Kara is Supergirl. And Cat loves that. So Cat breaks all the rules. Only for Supergirl. Because she's never loved anybody quite as much, or been quite as hot, for such a beautiful girl. A girl with hands of steel. And a heart of gold. ----- And so when the meeting get's called, Cat gently eases her hands away from Kara's now messy blond waves and leans back, still panting hard after two strong orgasms, and smiles at her heroine, who seems to want nothing more than to call off the meeting and stay here with Cat forever. But this has been happening for nearly a year now, nearly every day, and despite what might seem normal, nothing about this has faded. If anything, it's intensified. And Cat smiles at that, because even after two insane orgasms that make her forget what that meeting is about, Cat still wants her. Cat still needs her again. And buttoning up her shirt while Kara bends down to lift her dress and step back into it is more than enough incentive for Cat to cancel every meeting she has for a week and fuck Kara on this conference table until Kara doesn't need her powers to fly. ------ "Really, we need to stop doing this. If anyone ever catches us..." Cat whispered, zipping up Kara's dress to help her out even as Kara removed the glass toy from it's harness but left the clasps and everything in place, obviously intending to wear it all day, even over her suit, underneath her dress. And fuck, that alone was going to kill Cat. Knowing she had it would be purely deadly for Cat's mind for the remaining 5 hours of the work day. And just like that, as Kara tied her hair up messily with a pen and slipped her glasses back on, Cat knew she wouldn't make it through lunch without taking Kara again. And Cat shouldn't, because fuck her, Cat had to be health conscious. She was coming up on fifty now, and certainly, having Kara doing these things to her multiple times a day, up to ten last Sunday because of the beach and the sun and because Kara's absolutely stunning in a bikini, had to be pushing her. But Cat had never felt more alive, or more eager, to be with Kara. To be with Supergirl. Because being with Supergirl, like that, was totally and entirely super, just like her name insisted. "Then stop pulling me in here at random times of the day when we should ideally be working, Catherine." Kara said softly, brushing her lips over Cat's even as she helped the older woman stand and fixed her belt for her while Cat tried to smooth out her hair a bit, knowing she looked well and truly fucked, and nobody would be stupid enough to mistake it for anything else. "Then stop wearing that damn gold harness to work with your suit, Supergirl.'' Cat said, settling into her seat at the head of the table with Kara at her side, who was still fiddling with her hair and closing her purse, hiding the toy that she'd roughly cleaned and sanitized, now learning to keep everything in close range. "Then stop leaving it on the bed where I dress, and looking so amazing when I use it on you." "Supergirl..." "Kit Kat... What exactly is it that you're giving me? I know you spoke about an early gift, but what is it...?"Kara asked with a sly grin, and Cat smirked, shaking her head as she flipped open files and arranged her things as people started drifting in, Winn immediately grabbing his place next to Kara and Lucy slipping in next to Cat as legal advisor, while everybody else found their seats and settled in, laptops and files opening. "You'll find out now." Cat mused, smiling. "Catherine, well, shall we begin on finance?" The board director asked before Kara could ask another question, and Cat nodded, Kara now silent at her side, blushing slightly as Winn looked her over, shaking his head in amusement. He knew exactly what they'd been doing, and after the past year, Kara was still stunned that everyone didn't know yet. "Kara, really?" Winn asked in a whisper, eyeing her up. Kara just blushed, and Cat smiled wickedly, looking at her files. ----- "Baby, what's wrong?" Cat asked, not daring to touch Kara like this, when her eyes were dark and set, when her lips were pursed and she was standing with her back arched. Cat only saw that look when Kara was Supergirl, but never when Kara was with her. This was her fighting stance, her look when she really didn't like something. And Cat couldn't quite believe she'd instilled that look on Kara. Especially after giving her such a bold promotion. As a gift. Did Kara not like it? It wasn't as if Kara didn't deserve the upgrade, she more than certainly did. "Cat... how? Why would you push me away like this?" Kara asked, her voice thick from her tears, which were glittering in her eyes, threatening to fall. "Push you away? Kara... what did I do?" ''As if you don't know? Cat..." "Kara, what the hell? Do you not want to be promoted up?" "Just don't, Cat. Please..." Kara whispered, tears now freely falling, and walked away, wiping at her cheek as she dropped her summer sandals and ran towards the elevator, her hair free and messy down her back, a dead giveaway of her secret, especially since she dropped the glasses as well, leaving them lying on the tiles of Catco, leaving Cat standing there in stunned silence, unable to speak. ------ Cat walked into work the next day alone, trying to seem all casual when she really was anything but, the emptiness of the bullpen without Kara at her side weighing hard on her soul. Cat walked past Kara's desk, to her glass fishbowl of an office, and glanced over the white desk with it's yellow flowers, pink file bin, blue covered laptop, and green files in the pink bin. Honestly, the colour was raging almost angrily against the white desk. Kara was such a little colour wheel, and so was her alter ego, and damn Cat if she didn't want to cry at the sight of the empty chair. Cat knew immediately Kara wasn't in, her chair was void of the messenger bag she now carried on her back all the time, effective space for the gold harness and everything to go with it, and her suit, and random things for Cat like spare glasses and lipstick and Lexapro. But Cat still asked, Cat still hoped, because fuck, she felt like she was hollow inside, and hope was the only thing still keeping her sane. She'd learned that from Kara. From Supergirl. Faith. Hope. Dreams. Supergirl had taught her all those details. "Winn? Is... did you see Kara today?" "Nope. What happened between you? I saw her, yesterday, She was crying. What happened?" "I..." Cat considered her words, rubbing her arms as she tried to hug herself. It didn't help. "I broke her heart." ------------ "I think she misunderstood what you were trying to give her, Cat. She's... I know she seems like such a strong woman, being Supergirl, but she's fragile. Kara loves being close to people. I think she adores it the most out of everything. I think she misunderstood your gift of a well earned promotion as a wall instead of a bridge, because she wouldn't be near you as much. Kara is still hurting, from her young life. It was traumatizing to her. In fact, for the first few months, I resorted to holding Kara at night while she slept. She needed the comfort to fall asleep. The closeness. She'd wake up screaming if I wasn't there to hold her. That stayed with her. She's grown, she's learned to cope, but I still find her crying sometimes, needing to be held. I think that's why she fell for your passion so quickly, why it progressed so fast, so intensely. Because Kara needs that. She needs to be held. She needs the contact, and by promoting her, she looses that. It might seem silly-" "It's not silly at all. It's trauma. You never really lose it. I didn't know it was that personally touching to her. I mean, I knew. But not that it broke her down so much." Cat whispered, wringing her hands together, shaking her head sadly. ''I didn't know that she... she seemed so strong, so eager, so... excited. Every day. Every moment. She's like an energizer bunny, never quite down and broken. I... how do I fix this, Alex?" "Be yourself. Be there for her. She needs to be held, cuddled, protected, despite what she gives away when she's wearing her suit. I haven't seen her so sad in a long time, so I don't know if you want to go see her. Her powers... she's dangerous when she's emotional. You know that best. But if there's anyone that she'll listen to, it's you." "How can you be so sure of that?" "Because she might be mad, or sad, or even broken, but she never stops loving. I don't know if you ever heard it from her, but on Kara's home world, Krypton, love was eternal. There was one and only one, ever. She chose you a long time ago. She might even be hating herself, but she will never truly leave you, Cat. She'll always be there, even if she's upset. Love her, Cat. Be her one. She's the sweetest, kindest person I know. If you love her, she'll come back when she's ready." "Why would she pick me? I can't give her constant love and closeness. I have spur-of-the-moment trips to Catco offices around the world, and midnight returns to work, and espresso addiction. I can't be that girl she wakes up with at 10 am every day and gets that morning action. I can't do that for her. Not all the time. I yell at her, I've fired her more times than I can remember, I call her some pretty bad things. So why the fuck does she come back to me? Every, damn, time... she returns with a smile. But not now..." "She will. I have no doubt. She'll return, you're her Ehl kzhana. Her one. She's chosen you, and nobody else. But she needs to be showered with affection, that's why she's so sunny and sappy to everyone else, even to you, because she loves it so much. It's a reflection of what she wants. Show her what she's shown you. Be sappy and romantic. Be cliché. Love her. Show her how much you love her, and her cape, and she'll most likely come running back into your heart within a few minutes. She's as emotional as she is a downright romantic. I've seen her smile like there's no tomorrow because Winn gave her a bag of popcorn once." "So do you suggest I buy her roses and lillies, maybe jewellery?" "Definitely jewellery. I can get you something pretty special that they won't sell you in a store. As for flowers? She always stops to stare at the rose lilies in the store, the red roses as well. But she loves anything exotic. I think it reminds her of flowers she had on Krypton. I guess they were pretty unique." "Does she have a favourite?" Cat asked hopefully, already looking through her contacts for her favourite florist. "This might come across as super cliché, but she's addicted to passionflowers. They're just so intricate to her, it seems weird, I know. But if you give her anything with a strong load of sugar and passionflowers, you'll have her forever." ------------ Kara dragged herself out of bed, wondering if Alex had dropped by unannounced while she slept, and stopped short in her light blue Supergirl tshirt and red shorts and bare feet, the change in the living room shocking her sensitive blue eyes. Flowers everywhere. Red everywhere. Red, blue, and... gold. Kara stared at the beautiful headband sitting on her countertop, that was studded with some kind of gold jewel, and laced with red ribbon on one side, a tiny but fancy bow clipping off the edge. Kara walked up to her table and reached out to barely touch the edge of the red lacing such a pretty thing, stopping when she heard a familiar voice speak up. Cat. Kara looked up with a gasp, and Cat looked her over, eyes coasting over long, toned legs and a tshirt that was so tight it left absolutely nothing to imagination. "It would look good with your suit, Supergirl." Cat said softly, gesturing toward the pile of red cape and, oddly, once again, that damned clasped gold harness and everything that went with it, lying on the sofa with her bag and her blazer. The one from the other day. The pretty pink one that went so beautifully with her red dress. "I mean, if you even care to listen to me now..." Kara stared at Cat for a long moment, unable to form words, until cat spoke again, a lot more sadly this time, her voice barely audible but definitely enough for Kara to hear. Certainly, with her being oh so Super. "I don't know if you'll listen to me, and frankly, if you don't, I understand that entirely. I hurt you, and now I know why. You never... I never knew how much it meant to you, the cuddling nights we had, the softness, the brevity that slipped into our connection. I knew you liked it, you said so multiple times, but I didn't know that you craved it. That it kept you... okay. Kara, I made a mistake. I hope you'll forgive me for that, and we can try again. I should have seen it... how much those soft moments mattered, as much as the burning ones did..." "I... I was emotional, Cat. I... I wasn't thinking.'' Kara whispered, picking up the delicate headband even as she spoke, tracing the gold edges and the beautiful red that arched between it. ''I know you only wanted to gift me what you keep saying I deserve. I... I just want to be close to you. As much as possible. I don't want to be your head Reporter, or anything else, like Media Director or head of Design. I want to be your assistant, because I get to be with you. That's all I want. To be with you at work, to work beside you because I love you, and then to come over on certain nights and stay here with you. These two days... I... I'm so..." "You're hungry for it. I know. I am too. I can't understand, but it's like a mutual connection. And tonight is kind of the one year anniversary of the night you revealed your suit to me and I did a bodyshot off of you in that damned bar, and you loved it. We loved it. It's Valentine's Day. And as cliché as it is, I kinda did have plans for you for tonight. For us. Special, super, plans. I was kind of wishing the day was going to come faster. But now... I don't know if you can forgive me for being so insensitive to you-" "I shouldn't be like that." Kara said softly, stepping up to Cat on quick feet, lacing their fingers together tightly. "I shouldn't be so... childish. But I..." Cat pulled Kara into her by her tshirt, gripping the thin cotton and pulling Kara to her for a kiss, a feeling she'd needed like air for the last day and a half, and hearing Kara moan, well that felt like life itself returning into her soul, like Kara was the lifeblood she'd been starved of. Kara moaned against her lips, kissing back fervently, and stepped forward, gently pushing at Cat's waist with her fingertips, pushing Cat to her sofa, where she crawled backwards onto it and Kara smiled against her lips, breaking apart the kiss as she crawled over her, stopping over her thighs and settling down to pin Cat in place, a move that always made Cat smile. "Don't you ever stop being who you are, alright Kara? You weren't being anything but you. I made a mistake. I didn't see you. Not clearly. That's my fault alone. I'm hoping the roses and the passionflowers are enough to bring you back to my arms because I want another chance. To make this, us, work.'' ''I missed you. I needed you. How is it possible for me to need you so much in such a short amount of time?'' Kara asked, leaning down to brush her nose against Cat's, then to catch Cat's lips in her own, sucking softly. ''It's mutual, believe me.'' Cat whispered, her voice husked when Kara broke off and sat back up. ''So what were these plans you had...?" ''They were very very NSFW. I hope you aren't looking for food, because the only thing I plan on eating tonight is you.'' ''And ice cream?'' Kara asked jokingly after changing into her supersuit at lightning speed. Cat hadn't even had time to sit up. ''And ice cream.'' Cat smirked, last years joke about Kara's love of carbs after sex making her laugh. Cat laughed and laid back into the sofa, pulling Kara with her so they ended up on their sides, facing each other. Cat had rarely been more excited to have Supergirl, and her gorgeous red boots, around her own hips. And fuck Cat if that harness wasn't once again in place, Kara being so damn effective at being ready Cat almost found it a bit too funny. ''Oh, and by the way, Supergirl,'' Cat murmured, smiling as she reached up to the table behind the couch, plucking a red passionflower into her fingers. ''Never forget how much you are loved.'' Cat said, kissing Kara's forehead and the tiny scar there as she tucked the end of the flower stem behind Kara's earlobe, brushing the girl's golden hair over her shoulder. Cat could feel Kara's fingers tracing, searching, playing, and stopped her with her own fingers over Kara's on her own hip, making Kara pout prettily. ''My turn tonight.'' Cat whispered, brushing her hand up Kara's arm, over the muscle and strength that she always found very arousing. ''Let me love you, show you how much you mean to me. How much I love you.'' ''I know, Cat. I know you love me.'' ''I want to show you. Tonight, just relax and let me do to you what you've been giving me for the last year, amazing perfection.'' Cat said, easing the harness from Kara's hips and gently pushing Kara to lie back on the sofa. Cat smiled when Kara laid back happily, smiling as she stretched out into the wool blanket she always had spread out over it, and watched curiously as Cat eased the harness over her own hips and clasped it into place slowly, adjusting it to her slightly smaller hips. Kara watched, unabashed, as Cat placed her hands over Kara's hips, straddling her easily, and pulled her hips closer, easing her skirt up higher on her hips, crumpling her pretty cape beneath her. Kara couldn't bother to care if she tried. This was way too hot, and most might find it strange of someone such as Supergirl, but being dominated in bed, or in this case, sofa, was hot to her. For once not being in control was very tempting. ''Feels nice, doesn't it?'' Cat purred, reading her mind as always as she eased red panties away and settled closer, slipping her fingers through Kara's already soaked wetness, slipping barely inside with two fingers. ''Relaxing like you are, not being in control, not having to do anything but feel...'' Cat kept talking as she gently eased forward, easing the toy slowly inside Kara, and smiled when Kara laid her head back and closed her eyes, lips parting as she felt every tiny bit, being so damn sensitive. Kara grasped at the cushions, whimpering at Cat settled the toy all the way in, coming flush with Kara's hips, and sighed as the harness pressed back against her own clit, rubbing perfectly, teasing her already aroused senses. ''Shh... relax. Don't be afraid to let go for me today, Supergirl. Be super, let me see those powers.'' ----- ''Anyone here?'' Alex asked, sweeping open the door that was unlocked and stopped dead, Maggie behind her in full detective gear as she saw the room, covered in flowers and odd little things, and at the sight of Supergirl, and Cat, buried together on the sofa-lounger, the TV playing some sort of sitcom or movie, while they slept, Cat honest to god holding Kara like she'd never ever let the girl go again. Kara didn't seem to mind, snoring softly, definitely sleeping deeply. ''Holy fuck.'' ''Oh my god in heaven, it's like tornado hit this place.'' Maggie said with a wide grin, nodding appreciatively at the still sleeping couple on the couch, Kara still with the harness in place, while Alex retrieved whatever from Kara's file cabinet of alien prisoner info. ''Come on, let's not wake them.'' Alex said, returning with some papers and walking to the door. ''Passionflowers, really?" Maggie asked, pointing. ''That is so cliché.'' ''Kara lives for them.'' ''Well, it is the day after the day of passion. Maybe I should get you some. They certainly seem to do the trick.'' ''I'm more partial to tiger lilies myself there, Sawyer... but the stunning roses from last night were incredible. And the food. And the date. And you.'' Alex muttered, playfully pecking Maggie on the cheek as she spoke, leading her out the door. ''Those two should have a warning...''