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Maybe the Princess Prefers the Dragon

A Luthor and a Super Walk Into a Bar

Pairing: Supercorp

Words: 3.5k~

Summary: Lena saves Kara from the knight in shining armor.

A/N: AU w/ no powers, Mon-el has NO chill and needs to take a hint, Sanvers if you squint

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Kara nervously fiddles with a napkin as she glances around the bar. She normally would pass on a night out, opting for Chinese take out and netflix in her pajamas instead. That's what she had planned to do tonight, but her sister had other plans.

Alex and Maggie had insisted she come out for a few drinks after work. It took nearly an hour of haggling, but the pair had finally convinced the blonde. No matter how much they tease her, she always enjoys time spent with her sister and Maggie, even if it usually lands her in this situation at some point in the night. Sitting alone at the table, tearing a napkin into ridiculously small pieces while she tries to think of ANYTHING, but what the two are most likely doing in the bathroom right now. The bar is pretty full right now, so she can people watch as she waits for them to come back.

Kara pulls her phone out to scroll mindlessly through her camera roll. It's mostly just pictures of her and her friends and family, with the several pictures of baby animals and the occasional meme. She glances up to the bathroom door, hoping to see the pair on their way back to the table. She sees no sign of Alex or Maggie; she glances over to the dance floor just in time to see a man approaching her table. He gives a confident smirk, and she quickly looks to the bathroom hoping her sister is on the way.

When the guy gets to her table, he stands right next to the table and leans a little too close for Kara's comfort. Never dropping his grin, he says, "You looked a little lonely over here; I figured you could use the company."

Kara smiles and politely responds, "I'm good, I'm here with some friends." She smiles and nods her head to the other drinks on the table and the appetizers the girls are sharing. "They're in the bathroom," she adds when he arches an eyebrow in disbelief.

"Well then, they won't mind if I sit with you until they come back," the dark haired man sets his drink on the table. Kara opens her mouth to stop him, but he is already sitting down next to her before she can say anything. She looks to the bathroom door as if she is willing Alex and Maggie to return with her mind.

The girl is brought out of her concentration when the man taps her hands with his pointer finger. "I think you killed it," he laughs. After she recovers from being startled, Kara looks down to her hands where she has completely mutilated the already torn napkin. The flimsy square has now been reduced practically to powder under the ministration of the blonde's nervous fingers. She uses her hands to sweep it all into a pile in the center of the table, "I fidget," she says quietly when she's done.

"It's an awful habit," the guy states, "gross actually. You should really quit." He sits back and takes a swig from his drink. "I guess," she says quietly and adjusts her glasses shyly. She knows he probably means well, but this whole conversation has made her feel a little anxious. "I'm Mike, by the way," he stretches his arm across the back of Kara's chair. She can't stop the involuntary move to lean forward away from his arm. As always, Kara wants to be polite, so she covers the move by moving her hands to her drink. Automatically, her hands gravitate to the straw. Stirring her drink, rolling it between her fingers, bending the top of the straw back and forth. She realizes she is fidgeting and balls her fists tightly, before wrapping them around her glass. "Kara," she sighs and keeping her eyes glued to the bathroom door.

"Can I buy you a drink, Kara?" he asks. She wasn't paying attention, so it took her a minute to figure out what he said. "Oh, that's alright," she smiled and waved off the question by lifting her glass of club soda. "You don't have to do that, I haven't even finished this," which wasn't a lie. She still had about a third of the glass left, but that wasn't enough for Mike.

"What? But it's practically just ice left, come on let me buy you a drink," his tone has shifts. This isn't a flirtatious offer, it sounds more like an annoyed demand. It makes Kara feel like she owes him this. He motions for a waiter to bring over another glass of whatever he is drinking. Kara can smell the alcohol on his mouth from his drink. She is about to stop him because she is Alex and Maggie's D.D. tonight, but Mike has pushed the new drink in front of her before she can even open her mouth. She smiles politely, and if he notices that she never takes a sip, he doesn't say anything.

Lena has been watching the blonde from across the bar since her and the two brunettes walked in. How could she not? The girl is stunningly beautiful. The other two are really attractive too, but their body language towards each other screams of being in a relationship. Plus, Lena can't help it, her eyes continuously find the blonde all night. She caught herself watching as the three interacted. She couldn't hear a word they were saying, but she watched as they gossiped and vented and joked and that smile. Just seeing her smile, Lena swears there has never and will never be any star or sun as bright as her smile. She contemplates the entire night about going to introduce herself, maybe buy her a drink, but she can never work up the nerve. Lena can tell they are enjoying their night; the last thing she wants to do is ruin it with unwanted advances, not to mention the possbility of the blonde being straight.

When she sees the two brunettes get up and go to the bathroom, she finds that she is succeeding to convince herself that an innocent introduction couldn't hurt. 'Compliment her outfit, people compliment outfits all the time and it's not creepy... not at all... totally normal,' Lena thinks to herself. 'Except normal people don't forget how to talk when they see a pretty girl, Luthor.' Lena is so done for. Her flirtation skills are normally very confident and charming, but with the blonde Lena can't form a complete thought, let alone sentences. To make it even worse, she hasn't even approached the girl, just stared from across the bar like a creep. Lena drops her head into her hands for a minute, trying to pull herself together, 'This is pathetic! You're better than this Lena!' Except she wasn't, Lena knows she is way out of her league here, and she still hasn't even met the girl.

Taking one last deep breath, she picks her head up ready to go talk to her. When she looks at the table, she now sees a man talking to her blonde- THE blonde. 'She is NOT YOUR blonde, Luthor,' she mentally corrects herself. Lena feels her heart sink a bit. There's no way a girl as beautiful as her would go for Lena anyway. She still watches from across the room. Her disappointment turns to confusion as she watches the man and the blonde interact. Something isn't right. Lena watches the man's blatantly confident and flirtatious advances, but the girl doesn't look flattered or even amused. Lena's confusion shifts to concern as she watches the bright, smiling girl she's watched all night disintegrate into something very close to intimidated. Her concern burns into anger as she watches the blonde shrink into herself uncomfortably as the man is more and more forward.

Lena watches as the blonde keeps looking back to the bathroom. 'She needs help,' she tells herself. Lena quickly contemplates her options: 1. Go to the bathroom and tell the girl's friends that she needs help. Or 2. Go over to the table and help her herself. A quick glance around the bar tells Lena that no one else is aware of the interaction occurring at the table against the wall. Her instincts tell her not to lose sight of the blonde. Before she is aware of what she is doing, Lena is crossing the bar headed straight for the table she has been watching all night.

Kara looks to the bathroom door, again to no avail. She wonders what is taking the two so long. She glances over to the dance floor, checking to see if they maybe came out of the bathroom and straight to the dance floor when she wasn't looking. Mike, who still has his arm practically around Kara, follows her line of sight. He sets his drink down and stands up, "Let's dance." He holds out his right hand, which Kara guesses she is supposed to take.

She smiles and gently shakes her head, "I'm not really a good dancer." She is smiling but she is making no move to stand from her chair. Mike steps closer and grabs her left hand, "I'm sure that's not true! Come on, it'll be fun." She gently tries to retract her hand from his, but freezes as she feels his grip tighten a bit.

The moment he grabbed her hand, Lena's footsteps quickened. Trying to get to them faster.

Kara stays seated and looks for the hundredth time to the bathroom door. "I don't really like to dance, plus my sister will be back in a minute and-" she doesn't even finish her sentence before he interrupts her. "One dance won't hurt," he mocks. Mike tugs some more on her arm, successfully bringing her to her feet.

All Kara wants is for this guy to leave her alone, so she can enjoy her night. Kara wants to protest some more, but her mouth can't find the words. Surprisingly she doesn't need to. Kara is shocked to feel a gentle kiss pressed to her right cheek. She turns her head and finds perhaps the most beautiful woman she's ever seen smiling apologetically, gently wiping lipstick from Kara's cheek. The brunette quickly wraps her arms around Kara, "I'm so sorry I'm late, babe! My meeting lasted longer than expected and the traffic was awful."

The blonde isn't quite sure how to react, until she hears the girl whisper, "Hug me back," quietly into her ear. Kara instantly brings her right arm up to rest on the girls back. She doesn't know how to explain it, but embracing the stranger didn't feel foreign like she was expecting. Kara didn't feel uneasy or awkward; she just felt safe, and relieved, and warm. The unknown hero whispers into Kara's ear again, this time asking the question, "What's your name?" The blonde instinctively burrows into the raven hair to mask her face when she whispers, "Kara." The brunette replies with a quick, "Ok," before gently squeezing the blonde and turning to the man who is unaware of the quiet exchange.

Lena leaves her left arm around Kara, as she opens up to face him. She smiles tightly and offers her free hand as she greets him, "Hi, I'm Lena. I can see you've already met my girlfriend, Kara." At the word girlfriend, Kara feels her cheeks turn pink and her breath hitch. Mike doesn't notice the quick intake of breath, but Lena can feel it. She gently rubs her hand across Kara's back to reassure her. Lena worries for half of a second that she might have gone to far, but feels Kara's hand tighten her grip on Lena's back. The brunette resolves that she is not letting Kara go anywhere with this man.

The man narrows his eyes. "Mike," he says. He doesn't drop Kara's hand to shake Lena's, and both women realize that he isn't planning to. The brunette somehow manages to smile and stare coldly at Mike's right hand that still holds Kara's left. The two stare each other down, neither refusing to back down.

Lena becomes aware of two movements that happen at the same time: 1. Mike's grip on Kara's hand tightens and 2. Kara leans into Lena's side and away from Mike. Her anger hardens into protectiveness as she thinks to herself, 'Not only has he made this sweet girl uncomfortable and ruined her night, but he is about to pull her away from who he believes to be her girlfriend.' It takes Lena less than a second to figure out what to do.

Lena drops her arm from around Kara, and only Lena hears the gasp of fear and despair when the blonde thinks she is being abandoned. The Luthor lets that fuel her as she steps half in front of Kara. Squaring her shoulders, she turns her hand, the one that was reached out for Mike's, palm up. When he doesn't drop the blonde's hand, Lena slides her hand right next to his grip on Kara. She looks him straight in the eye and demands, "Mike, I have had an agonizingly long day. I have been waiting for hours to see my extremely patient and stunningly beautiful girlfriend." Kara chooses to ignore the butterflies in her stomach that the description used, but can't disregard the smile that tugs at her lips. "I'm already late, and that's my fault. But I refuse to let your ego keep her waiting any longer," Lena cocks her head to the side when he still doesn't let go. She clears her throat, this time speaking a little louder than before, "If you don't give me her hand right now, I will call the cops and have you arrested for harassment."

Mike's confident smirk finally falls as he looks around the bar to see if the brunette had managed to catch anyone else's attention. Satisfied that no one else heard, he turns back to the girls. Kara is looking between Mike, her hand, and the brunette, while Lena glares unwaveringly at Mike. His anger is plastered all over his face as he finally relents. He deposits Kara's hand into Lena's; she brings her other hand to wrap them both around the blonde's. Mike grabs his drink from the table and agitatedly walks away muttering to himself. Lena swears she hears him say the d slur, but decides not to provoke him again.

The two watch him until he sits at the bar; Kara squeezes the brunette's hand. The blonde smiles, ready to thank her hero, but when Lena turns around, the confident, protective, and beautiful woman is replaced by a scared, rather small, and still beautiful woman.

Before Kara can even begin to thank her, Lena speaks really quickly, "I'm so so sorry. I only wanted to help. I'll leave right now if you want." The brunette tries to retract her hand, but now Kara has taken them both into her hands. Lena continues her voice getting really small, "I'm sorry. I didn't want to ruin your night."

Confused, Kara smiles and squeezes Lena's hands, "What? No! You didn't ruin my night; you saved it actually." Lena tries to back away again, "Honestly, Kara I can go-" Kara interrupts her before she can finish, "Lena, it's alright! You didn't ruin my night." The blonde is still holding the other girl's hand when she sits, motioning for the brunette to join, "Plus, if you don't sit down, he'll probably come back." Both women look over to the bar where an obviously agitated Mike is glaring at them, then immediately looks away when he knows he's been caught.

"You're probably right," Lena says. She turns to the table, now faced with the terrifying choice of where to sit. There is the seat next to Kara, which Mike had inconsiderately claimed as his, and two empty chairs across from her where the still missing brunettes had been sitting. Lena remembers how uncomfortable Kara was when Mike sat next to her, so she decides to sit at the seat across from her. Lena lets go of Kara's hand to sit down. They both miss the connection instantly, but neither say anything. Lena is happy with her seat decision when she realizes she can see Mike over Kara's shoulder.

"Is he still looking?" Kara asks trying to not blatantly turn around and check herself. "Yeah," Lena confirms. Green eyes meet blue, and the agitation that is tightening the brunette's chest dissolves as she is captivated by the blonde's warm smile. This is the girl Lena has been hypnotized by all night. The one with the smile that's brighter than the sun can ever hope to be. The one who was turned into the nervous and uncomfortable girl by Mike's unwanted advances.

Lena shyly looks down at her hands as she starts wringing her fingers together. "Kara, I'm sorry if anything I did was too forward. You looked upset, and I know a stranger coming up and hugging you is not comforting at all. Quite the opposite actually, but-" she takes a deep breath looking everywhere but the girl in front of her. "...but honestly I just wanted to help," the brunette looks up nervously. Her heart is beating so loudly; she was certain the blonde hears it too.

"Lena, stop. You were comforting," Kara blushes. Her hands immediately gravitate to a napkin on the table. "I was hoping he would take a hint and leave, but he was very persistent," the nervous girl takes a deep breath. "So, thank you for... scaring him off, I guess," the blonde mentally cringed at her lack of tact when it comes to flirting. Lena is smiling at her though, so that has to be a good sign. She adjusts her glasses, "I don't know... just, thank you." Kara looks up to her new friend, "I guess this makes you like my knight in shining armor right?" She smiles, and the Luthor forgets how to breathe.

Lena laughs at the title, "More like crazy dragon lady." Brushing off the comment, the brunette tries to regain her composure. "Well if he's Prince Charming, I'd pick the dragon." They're eyes meet, and the rest of the bar falls away. They sit there for a moment, neither wanting to break the connection.

Unknowingly, their hands have been gradually inching closer together during the course of the conversation. Their knuckles finally meet in the middle, and they both jump at the touch. Lena smiles, but Kara's eyebrows furrow when she sees the mess her nervous hands have recreated with the new napkin. The blonde quickly begins pushing the destroyed napkin pieces into the pile with the rest, "I'm sorry; I fidget. I know its gross. I can't really help it." Lena places a hand on Kara's nervous ones, calming them instantly.

The blonde looks up to the smiling brunette with apologetic eyes. "It's not gross," Lena reassures. "Not at all, I actually find it endearing really," she smiles. Her comment brings the smile back to Kara's face, and Lena decides she would do anything to keep that smile on her face. She tells her about her friend Jess who does the same thing at every restaurant. Except instead of tearing the napkins like Kara, she folds them into different origami animals. The blonde listens intently. She watches as the brunette brightens, happily reliving stories of her friend and napkin animals and amused and unamused waiters.

Past Lena's head, Kara sees the bathroom door open. Her sister and Maggie walk back into the bar. Alex sees that Kara isn't alone at the table, and the younger Danvers can tell that her big sister instincts kicked in immediately. The couple are quickly approaching the table. Kara doesn't want Alex to scare away her beautiful new friend. The blonde tries to signal Alex and Maggie to stay away without Lena noticing. She smiles and slightly points away from the table with her head. Alex doesn't understand and begins walking faster, but Maggie caught on immediately. Before the older sister makes it to the table, her girlfriend grabs her arm and drags her away from their table.

The two watch from the opposite side of the bar for a while, making bets on Kara and the new stranger. Eventually Maggie and Alex rejoin the pair at the table, being introduced by Kara. Alex nearly tore down the entire building when they told her about their encounter with Mike. Maggie is able to stop her from making a scene, barely avoiding having to handcuff Alex to her chair. The four sit and talk and joke for the rest of the night.

When it's time to call it a night, Kara and Lena hug again. The brunette nearly has a heart attack when the blonde asks for her number. She takes Kara's phone and enters her number into a new contact before handing it back. Kara laughs when she sees that next to her name Lena has added a dragon emoji.

Yep. Kara will definitely pick the dragon over the prince every time.

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