#supercat:minific

[ofendlesswonder]

what would it take to convince you to do all of the dialogue prompts? But if not how about 17 for supercat but with a happy ending if possible?

17. “Love is overrated.”

It’s the first time Kara’s ever been on a Tinder date(only downloading the app after caving to the pressure of her sister and her friends, insisting that she deserved to have some fun), and she thinks it might be the last, because it’s going horribly.

Nate had been nice when they’d been talking online,but in person, he doesn’t seem to be able to stop talking about himself for long enough to ask her anything about herself (unless it’s to proposition her), and Kara’s desperately searching her mind for an excuse to get her out of the bar when his phone rings.

“Sorry, I have to take this,” he says, and Kara nods,flooded with relief and wondering if she could live with herself if she ducked out the front door and hurried home before his return.

“Well, that was the most pitiful thing I’ve witnessedin a long time,” a voice drawls to Kara’s right – it’s both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time, one that she’d used to hear every day, but now hasn’t in a long, long time. “Where on earth did you find him?”

Cat Grant slides into the bar stool beside her,looking as perfectly put-together as always, in a sleek blue dress that hugs her in all the right places, her hair, a few inches longer than when she’d leftNational City, curling around her shoulders, green eyes sparkling when they meet Kara’s as she raises a glass of red wine to her lips.

“Ms… Ms Grant?” Kara blinks at Cat in shock, wondering if her date had been so boring that it had put her to sleep, and she’s now dreaming.

“I know I’ve been gone for a while, Kara, but surelyit hasn’t been long enough for you to forget all about me.” Cat’s lips curl into a smirk as she sets her wine down on the bar, looking more relaxed and carefree than Kara thinks she’s ever seen her – stepping down as Press Secretary after a Republican she very much didn’t approve of had been elected seem to agree with her.

“I just didn’t expect to see you here.” Kara swivels onher stool to face Cat, resting an elbow on the smooth wood of the bar and settling her chin in the palm of her hand. “When did you get back?”

“A couple of days ago.”

“For good?”

“For now.” Cat purses her lips as she taps her fingerson the stem of her wine glass. “Until I decide what to do next. And you didn’t answer my question – where did you find Mr tall dark and boring?”

“Tinder.”

“God good, Kara, are your dating prospects really solimited?” Cat looks horrified by the mere thought. “I’m positive that someone that looks like you doesn’t need an app to find a date.”

“Oh.” Kara blushes and looks away from Cat’s gaze,fiddling with the straw in her long-finished cocktail. “Thank you, but I haven’t exactly had much look in the dating department.”

“Yes, well, love is overrated,” Cat replies, tippingher head back as she drains the last of her wine. “So I wouldn’t worry yourself too much about it.”

“Still a cynic?” Kara asks, raising an eyebrow, overjoyed that such a terrible evening had taken a turn for the better. “Didn’t find someone to settle down with in D.C.?”

“God no.” Cat shudders at the thought. “I learned along time ago that I’m much better off alone.”

“Do you not get lonely?” Kara does, sometimes,whenever she sees her sister and Kelly, so happy and in love, wants that with a desperation that makes her ache.

“Not really. Perhaps I will, when Carter goes off the college, but,” Cat lifts her shoulders in a delicate shrug, “I have a couple of years to prepare myself for that.”

“How is he?”

“He’s good.” Cat’s smile is warm, her eyes bright. “Glad to be back in National City, I think. D.C. grew on him, but… this is where he grew up.”

“And are you? Glad to be back, I mean?”

“Yes and no.” Cat tilts her head to one side, considering, and Kara has to try very hard not to let her gaze wander along the elegant slope of her neck – she’d always thought Cat was attractive, she wasn’t blind, and that hadn’t changed in thethree years since they’d last seen one another. “It’s nice to be back on familiar ground, to see familiar faces,” she inclines her head towards Kara, who triesto hide her smile, “but a lot of things have changed, and in some ways it feels like a step backwards. It’s certainly strange seeing the CatCo building andknowing there’s no place for me there anymore.”

“I’m sure no-one would complain if you came back.”

“Oh,” Cat’s chuckle is low, makes Kara’s throat tight,“I’m sure a few people would. I wasn’t exactly the nicest boss in the world.” She signals the bartender with a wave of her hand. “Can I buy you anotherdrink?” She asks Kara, as he makes his way over to them, and just a few minutes ago she’d been desperate to leave but now she’d do anything to stay.

“Sure.”

“What ridiculously fruity concoction were you drinking?” Cat eyes Kara’s empty glass, coupled with a bright umbrella, with no small level of disdain.

“A mai tai.”

Cat looks highly offended, but she orders one all thesame, along with another glass of wine for herself.

“So, tell me, what’s changed since - ”

“Kara.” A hand skirts along the small of her back, andKara whirls around with a glare, ready to forcibly remove it – Nate, returning from his phonecall, hastily lifts it when he sees the look on her face. “Sorry about that. Do you want to get out of here?”

“Um…” Rejecting people has never been her strong suit, but thankfully, Cat is only too happy to step in to be her saviour.

“No, she wouldn’t,” Cat cuts in, as she hands Kara her cocktail. “She’s had a much better offer.”

“Kara?” Nate looks like he can’t quite comprehend it,looking between Cat and Kara with a frown on his face.

“She’s right, Nate, sorry. I just… don’t think we havemuch in common.”

“Suit yourself.” He looks haughty as he grabs hisjacket from the back of his stool. “You weren’t a good date anyway.” He storms off towards the door after that, and Cat scoffs as he walks away.

“Ignore him, Kara.” Cat waves towards where he’d disappeared. “He’s clearly deluded.”

“Is he, though?” Kara asks the question around herstraw as she sips at her drink. “I’ve never managed to keep a stable relationship, no-one ever asks me out… maybe I am a bad date. Maybe I’m the boring one.”

“I can assure you that you’re not,” Cat tells her,reaching out to pat her thigh. “Or I wouldn’t be sitting here talking to you, would I? Besides, how could a superhero ever be boring?”

Kara chokes on a mouthful of mai tai, and it’s amiracle that it doesn’t come out of her nose – she coughs, and Cat just smirks, looking pleased with herself, and Kara wonders if she’d timed it like that on purpose.

“What, no denials?” Cat asks, when Kara doesn’trespond. “My, my, you have changed.”

“There’s no reason to, anymore,” Kara shrugs, and it’s nice to be able to be candid about this with Cat for a change. “If you wanted to hurt me with it, you’ve had ample opportunity.”

“Oh, Kara,” Cat sighs, “I’ve never wanted to hurt you.I know I did, when I first accused you.” It seems like a lifetime ago, when Cat had demanded she take of her glasses on her balcony, when they were bothdifferent people. “And I’m sorry about that.”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not,” Cat says with a shake of her head. “Iunderstand why it made you not want to trust me.”

“It was never that,” Kara replies quietly. “It wasmore… the second someone finds out about my identity, it makes them a target. It puts them in danger, and the thought of something happening to you because of me… I couldn’t live with myself.”

“Oh, Kara.” There’s that hand again, patting herthigh, and when Cat leaves it there just a second too long, she forgets how to breathe. “I’ve dealt with my fair share of enemies over the years. And besides,I know if anyone ever threatened me, Supergirl wouldn’t have ever let them get close.” Cat’s eyes are soft, trusting, and Kara can’t help but smile, enjoyingbeing back around Cat, the light way it makes her feel, like she could float, and it’s different from when they’d used to talk, back when they’d workedtogether – now, they feel more like equals, it feels more like those nights where Supergirl had sought Cat out, landing on her balcony and seeking words ofwisdom.

“I’ve missed this,” Kara says, getting distracted bythe way Cat’s throat works as she takes a long sip of wine. “I wish we’d have kept in touch.” She’d tried to reach out, a few times, in the beginning, but Cat had never returned her calls, and eventually, she’d stopped trying.

“My fault,” Cat admits, eyes leaving Kara’s to staredown into her glass. “I was afraid of holding you back. And of staying too attached.”

“Attached?” Kara echoes. “To me?”

“Mm.” Cat’s eyes are still on her wine, pensive lookon her face. “You have that effect on people, haven’t you noticed?” Cat looks up, then, her eyes locking with Kara’s, and Kara feels trapped under the weightof her gaze.

“How many glasses of wine have you had?” Kara asks, because surely Cat is joking.

“Not enough to cloud my judgement, if that’s what you’re thinking,” Cat counters, smile tugging at the edges of her lips.

“Are you sure? Because this is coming out of nowhere.”

“To you, perhaps,” Cat concedes, tilting her head toone side and watching Kara closely. “But I’ve always admired you, Kara, always thought that you were extraordinary – even before I found out about yourpowers.”

The words shock her, and Kara wonders again if she’s dreaming, because surely this can’t be happening? Surely, surely, Cat Grant isn’t really sitting in-front of her right now, telling her all of the things that, a few years ago, she would’ve givenanything to hear.

“I always kept my distance because you were myassistant but when I saw you tonight…” Cat shrugs again. “I’m back in town, you seem to be single, and you don’t work for me anymore – I just couldn’t helpmyself.” She lifts her wine glass to her lips and downs the remaining liquid in one easy gulp. “And now I’ve said far too much, and I don’t want to make youuncomfortable, so I’ll take my leave. My number hasn’t changed, if you want to reach me.”

Cat throws a few notes onto the bar as a generous tip, before shrugging into her coat and striding towards the door on four inch heels and a saunter in her hips, Kara watching her go, sure there’s a dumbstruck expression on her face.

Her phone is in her hand before the door has evenswung shut behind her, and it only takes her a moment to locate the phone number that she hasn’t used in over three years.

“That was quick,” Cat answers on just the second ring, and Kara smiles as she finishes her own drink and climbs to her feet.

“Well, I figured we’d already waited long enough,” she replies, pressing the phone to her ear with her shoulder as she grabs her jacket and follows Cat to the door. “But what happened to being better offalone?”

“I lied,” Cat replies, and of course she did. She’s still outside the bar, one foot on the pavement and one foot inside the towncar that’s idling by the curb.

“Want a ride?” Cat asks, sliding the phone into herbag as Kara hangs up.

“Why, that’s awfully forward of you, Ms Grant,” Karareplies, made confident by Cat’s honesty, and she grins when the other woman rolls her eyes.

“Kara Danvers, I’m shocked.” She doesn’t look itthough, a smirk on her mouth as she deliberately drags her gaze down Kara’s frame. “Although, I do have an empty apartment waiting…” She trails off, quirking a suggestive eyebrow, and this absolutely was not how she expected her evening to go, but god, is she glad it did, because she can’t think of a better way to spend the night than alone with Cat, even if it is moving a little faster than she usually would.

“Lead the way.”

#supercat #supercat:minific #i'd say it would take me a lot to do them all but i think i'm already well on my way lol #lockdown prompts #foolishandunpredictablelunatic

[ofendlesswonder]

6 & 20 for SuperCat please!?

6. “You have to leave right now.” & “I don’t believe you.”

Also bonus 45. “How much of that did you hear?” For @directrix-zelda because it just… fit.

The knock on the door comes just as they’re basking in the afterglow, the sheets tangled up in their legs, the moonlight streaming in through the window illuminating Cat’s bare skin in an ethereal glow as Kara ran her fingertips across Cat’s back.

It’s been three years since Cat had left CatCo, and three years that they’ve been doing this, meeting up in either a hotel room in National City whenever Cat is in town, or in Cat’s new apartment in Washington D.C. whenever Kara feels like making the journey across the country.

They’ve never talked about making it more official, and Kara doesn’t think they ever will – they work, like this, just for a night, never really talking about it, and it’s an arrangement that’s served them both justfine.

The visits have grown more infrequent, as time wore on, but neither of them has ever quite been able to let the other go.

The knock comes again, more insistent, and Kara glances down at Cat, her eyes closed where her head rests on her chest, and nudges her gently. “Are you going to get that, or…?”

“They’ll go away,” Cat grumbles, her voice low and rough with sleep, and it’s around this point that Kara usually slinks away, knowing she’ll never survive spending the night in Cat’s bed, waking up beside her in the morning.

“Cat!” A male voice, gruff and deep and loud, calls from the other side of the door, and Kara is glad (notfor the first time that night) that Carter isn’t home. “Open up – it’s me.” At the sound of the voice, Cat springs upright in bed, her eyes widening withhorror as she looks towards her bedroom door.

“Oh, shit,” she mutters, and Kara leans up on her elbows, arching an eyebrow in Cat’s direction as herpanicked eyes turn towards her. “You have to leave, right now,” Cat says, already shuffling out of the bed herself and reaching for her underwear.

“What’s wrong?” Kara asks, but she does as Cat says, scrambling to her feet and starting the process of yanking on her suit. “Who is that?”

“That is my… well. It’s complicated.”

“Complicated?” Kara pauses with only one arm in her suit. “What do you mean, complicated? Are you seeing someone? Did you just cheat on him with me? I don’t believe you!” Kara cycles through so many emotions that she feels like she’s getting whiplash, but it’s anger that she settles on, in the end.

“It’s barely been two months, and we’re not exclusive,” Cat hisses, tying the sash of a robe around her waist and Kara hates that she’sabout to answer the door to someone else half-dressed, with the imprint of Kara’s fingertips still on her skin. “And last I checked,” she huffs, soundingirritated, “you and I weren’t exclusive, either, so fix that attitude problem right now.”

They’re glaring at each other from opposite sides of the bed, and Kara wants to snap something vitriolic back but settles for yanking up the other side of her suit, instead, jaw set as she pulls on her boots.

“Cat!” The knock comes one more time, and Kara’s sure that at the sound of it, her eyes glow red, her control threatening to snap, and she has to take a deep breath and turn away before Cat notices.

“Don’t worry,” Kara mutters when Cat pauses in the bedroom doorway, “I’ll be out of the window by the time you let him in.”

She turns her back before Cat can utter a reply, and Kara slips outside to the balcony that she usually lands on whenever she makes the trip out here. D.C.’s lights are different to National City’s, beautiful in their own way, and Kara sets her hands on the railing and takes a deep breath, knowing she needs to calm herself down before she leaps into the sky.

“Andrew,” behind her, she hears Cat answer the door, voice a little breathless like she’d hurried, and Kara knows she shouldn’t listen but she just can’t seem to help herself. “What are you doing here?”

“You blew me off.” He sounds hurt, and Kara wonders if they were supposed to have plans tonight, wonder what it means, that Cat had blown themoff to spend the night with her, instead. “You said you were working late so I swung by with some takeout but they told me you weren’t there.”

“So you thought you’d come to my home, instead?” Cat asks, sounding a little on edge, and Kara pauses, wondering if Cat’s about to piss him off.

“I… I was just worried about you.” He certainly sounds earnest enough, and when Kara (because really, she’s already gone too far, so what’s alittle more?) turns to use her x-ray vision to peer through the walls, his expression is hurt.

He’s handsome, wearing a pressed suit and looking like he’d come straight from work, a bag of Chinese food in his hand that, Kara realises with a pang in her chest, contains Cat’s favourite dish. He’s younger than Cat but older than Kara, and Kara thinks, even though it hurts, that the two of them look good together, that he’s someone that Cat could take with her on her next press event, someone who she can easily have on her arm without causing anykind of scandal.

Not like her.

Her throat feels tight, and her eyes sting with tears, and she knows it’s because she’s getting a glimpse at something she desperately wants but knows she will never have. Cat could have a future with this man, but with Kara?

They have no future, beyond what they already have, stolen moments under the cover of darkness, on the rare nights they can both escape from theirreal lives.

“Oh, Andrew, that’s sweet,” Cat replies, and it is, and Kara hates herself for caring if Cat invites him into her apartment. “I was supposed to be working late,” she lies, and that stings, too, that they have to lie to be together, even though Kara knows that there is no other way. “But I felt a migraine coming on, so I came home.”

“And I just got you out of bed.” Andrew looks mad at himself, and Kara thinks that Cat deserves someone like him. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Cat reaches out to rest a hand on his arm.

“Raincheck for tomorrow?” He asks, eyes hopeful. “If you feel better?”

“I…” Cat looks torn. “You know what, Andrew, I’m sorry, but I don’t think so.” Cat looks almost as surprised to say the words as Kara is hearing them,and Andrew’s face creases into a frown. “And you’re right, I did blow you off tonight. And it’s not your fault – believe me when I say that it really is me, and not you – but I… I just don’t think we should see each other anymore.”

“Did I do something wrong?” He asks, frowning, and Kara almost feels bad for the guy.

“No.” Cat squeezes his arm. “Not at all. I just… I have feelings for someone else, so I’m never going to be able to give you what you need.”

At that, Kara’s heart starts to pound in her chest, quick and fast and so loud that she can hear is pulsing in her ears, because surely… surely Cat can’t mean her, can she?

She’s so distracted, mind whirling, that she doesn’t notice Andrew leaving, or Cat shutting the front door behind him – only realises that those things have happened when Cat strides back into her bedroom, jumping a mile when she sees Kara still on her balcony, pressing a hand to her heart.

“How… how much of that did you hear?” Cat asks, the words clear despite the glass that separates them, and Kara sighs as she slides the doorback open, stepping back into the warmth of Cat’s bedroom.

“I… I heard all of it,” she admits, watching as Cat’s eyes widen before they’re narrowing in anger, and she holds out her hands in-front of her as Cat takes a threatening step toward her.

“You had no right - ”

“I know, I know, it was a complete violation of your privacy and I’m sorry. I just… well, I don’t really know what I was thinking, to be honest.” She wasn’t thinking, was the thing. “What you said, about having feelings for someone else?” She has to press, knows she won’t get another chance like this, has to take the chance while it’s there, while she’s still feeling brave.

“You want to know if it’s you?” Cat asks, folding her arms protectively across her chest, and Kara just about manages to nod, knowing she’ll be crushed if Cat says no. “Of course it’s you, Kara.” Cat’s sigh is heavy, as is the way she collapses onto the edge of the bed and rests her head in her hands. “It’s always been you.”

“I don’t… why have you never said anything?” Kara shuffles closer, sits on the edge of the bed beside Cat and reaches out tentatively to run a hand across the small of her back.

“Why haven’t you?” Cat fires back, raising her head to look Kara in the eyes.

“Because I was scared,” Kara murmurs, cradling Cat’s cheek in her hand. “I didn’t want to ruin things. If this,” Kara waves towards the rumpled bedsheets behind them, “was the only way that I could have you, then I wasn’t going to risk losing it.”

“You could have anyone you wanted,” Cat murmurs, eyes fluttering closed as Kara’s thumb slides along her cheek. “Why on earth would you want me?”

“How could I not?” Kara counters. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”

“Oh, Kara.” The kiss is chaste, where they’re usually rushed, so soft and slow that Kara’s almost trembling by the time they part.

“What… what does this mean? For us? Moving forward?” Kara’s almost scared to ask, but knows she has to.

“I don’t know,” Cat replies, “but I do know that I’m far too exhausted – thanks to you – to think about it right now.”

Kara supposes that’s fair, and she’s wondering if she should say goodbye and slip out the window back to National City when Cat reaches for her hands and squeezes.

“Stay the night?” She asks, and it’s the first time she ever has, her eyes open and vulnerable as they meet Kara’s. “We can talk about it in the morning.”

“Okay,” Kara murmurs, leaning forward to kiss Cat again, before she’s shrugging out of her suit and climbing back into bed.

Cat curls up against her side, and Kara pulls her close, mind overwhelmed with the possibilities of what tomorrow might bring, and she falls asleep with a smile on her face for the first time in a long, long time.

#supercat #supercat:minific #lockdown prompts #shipper0310

[ofendlesswonder]

48 with supercat, please!☺️

This is the morning after of this prompt, which I know a few people wanted to see. 

48. “You make me want things I can’t have.”

Kara wakes up in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar hotel room with an absolutely pounding headache,and oh, Rao, that’s the last time she’s going to be going to the alien bar and drinking some of that super potent rum that never fails to make her head spin.

She’d just felt… so lonely, last night, watching Alex and Maggie flirt over a pool table, and she’d known that Mon-El, chatting up someone else across the room, would’ve jumped at the chance to be with her, instead, but… he just isn’t the one that’s always been on her mind, lately.

No, that would be the tiny blonde with the huge personality, the boss that had walked out of CatCo and left Kara behind, and –

Oh.

No.

Oh, Rao.

Memories from the previous night wash over her like a rainstorm – she remembers thinking of Cat, wishing that Cat were there beside her,remembers pulling out her phone and thoughtlessly dialling Cat’s number, and she’d answered, and Kara had probably said, oh, no, so many things that she absolutely should not have, and –

“Oh, good.” A voice speaks, and Kara whirls around (a terrible decision, in hindsight, because her stomach roils and if this is what a hangover feels like then Kara’s never drinking again), to find Cat sitting at a small table a few feet away from the bed, wrapped in a ridiculously fluffy robe and lifting a mug of coffee to her lips. “You’re awake.”

“I…” Kara trails off, mind going blank at the sight of Cat Grant, in all her glory, illuminated by the morning sunlight streaming in through the balcony doors behind her, face bare of make-up, vulnerable in a way she’s never allowed herself to be in-front of Kara, before, and Kara thinks she’s the most remarkable thing she’s ever seen. “I am so sorry.”

“Oh, so you do remember?” Cat quirks a single eyebrow upwards as she puts down the tablet she’d been reading from and stretches to lean back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other and Kara can’t help but let her gaze flutter down to the exposed skin of Cat’s thigh, left bare as the robe rides up her leg. “I wasn’t sure if you were blackout drunk, or just regular drunk.” Cat doesn’t sound impressed, and Kara winces at her tone of her voice. “Also, your phone has been buzzing non-stop for the past two hours. At least, I think it’s your phone.” Cat’s eyes flicker towards the supersuit, discarded on the floor, and Kara looks at it with growing horror. “I assume it’s hidden in a pocket somewhere.”

“Um…” Kara can only look at her suit for one long, dumb, moment, and Cat heaves a heavy sigh.

“I swear to god, Kara, if you’re about to tell me that I imagined you floating onto my balcony last night - ”

“I’m not,” she interrupts, because she knows there’s no point in denying it now. “That’s just… not how I imagined you finding out.”

“Oh, please, I’ve known for months,” Cat scoffs. “You didn’t really think your little stunt double had me fooled for long, did you? Don’t insult me.” Cat sounds annoyed, and really, Kara can’t blame her. “But would you please answer the damn phone before I throw it out the window?”

That snaps her into action, and she climbs gingerly to her feet, wincing as a wave of nausea rolls over her once she’s upright. She grits her teeth and powers through, though, leaning down to snatch up her suit and fishes her phone out of her pocket, sighing when she sees that her sister’s calling her for the twelfth time.

“Hey.”

“Hey?!” Alex answers immediately, voice tight with worry. “Are you kidding me right now? Kara, I thought you were dead.”

“Don’t be so dramatic,” Kara huffs, falling back down onto the bed, wondering where Cat had slept last night – she remembers flashes of the night before, but not everything, and she dreads to think what she’d said to Cat, what got her to fly out here. “I just… overslept.”

“Oh really?” Alex asks, the words laced with scepticism. “Because I’m standing in your apartment right now and you’re nowhere to be found. I didn’t even see you leave the bar last night, where did you go? Are you with Mon-El? I tried him too, but he didn’t pick up.”

“Oh, god no.” Kara shudders at the thought.

“Then where the hell are you?”

“Look, I can’t talk right now, okay? I have… something to take care of.” She flicks her gaze over to Cat, who’s back to reading her tablet, lips pursed as her eyes scan across the screen. “I’ll speak to you later.”

“Kara - ”

She hangs up, cutting her sister off, and silences her phone before tossing it behind her on the bed.

“Do hangovers always feel this terrible?” She asks Cat, knowing there’s a whine in her voice, and she watches as the other woman’s lips twitch in amusement.

“Yes.” Cat sets her tablet down again and pushes her reading glasses to the top of her head. “I’d offer you an Advil, but I doubt they’d do anything for that super metabolism of yours.”

“Probably not,” Kara agrees, with a sigh. “I guess I deserve to suffer, though. After barging in on you like this, and all.”

“Mm.” Cat is watching her closely, pinning Kara in place with the laser-focus of those green, green eyes. “Just out of curiosity, how much of last night do you remember?”

“Um…” Kara trails off, running a hand across her face as she desperately tries to cast her mind back. “Only bits and pieces. I remember calling you, and saying I… I wanted to see you.” She swallows around those words, reluctant to say them aloud, because what a fool she must have made of herself, pining over herboss, flying across the country to see her and forcing her way into her hotel room, and Cat must’ve been too polite to turn her away. “I remember flyinghere, but not falling asleep.”

“So you don’t remember what you said?”

“No,” Kara admits, and something flashes across Cat’s face, too fleeting for Kara to identify. “But I can probably guess. I made a fool out of myself, didn’t I?”

Cat watches her for long moment, and there’s a muscle twitching in her cheek that tells Kara that she’s thinking very carefully about what she’sgoing to say next. “No, Kara,” she says, eventually, her voice soft. “You didn’t.”

“But you’re not going to tell me what I did say?” She guesses, and she sighs when Cat shakes her head.

“I think that would be for the best.”

That makes Kara worry, but she doesn’t press, because maybe she’d made Cat uncomfortable last night – maybe those lingering glances she’d sometimes seen Cat throw her, or the upward tick in her heartbeat whenever Kara stepped a little too close didn’t really mean anything, and Cat doesn’t see her as anything more than her annoying millennial assistant.

“Can I use your shower before I go?” She asks, instead, and she swears that there’s something like disappointment in Cat’s gaze before she nods, and Kara wonders if Cat had wanted, or expected, her to press for further details.

“Of course.”

She escapes to the bathroom and cranks up the heat on the fancy-looking shower within, letting the room fill with steam before she steps under the spray, and it’s hot enough to burn a human but for her it’s just hot enough for her to be able to feel it sink into her skin.

It helps her hangover, her headache lifting by the time she turns off the water, and she’s towelling herself off when the rest of last night’s memories hit her like a train.

“You said we could talk about it in the morning.” Kara’s tone is more than a little accusing as she hurries out of the bathroom, barely rememberingto pull on her borrowed pyjamas before confronting Cat, who stares up at her, an unreadable expression on her face.

“I thought you didn’t remember?”

“Yeah, well, I just did.” Kara folds her arms across her chest and sets her jaw. “And you can tell me that you were just trying to spare my feelings, if you want, but… you told me that I wasn’t barking up the wrongtree, and I don’t think you were lying.”

“Kara…” There’s a warning tone in Cat’s voice, but Kara ignores it, wants to press, wants to know exactly what’s on Cat’s mind.

“Don’t. Don’t just… brush me off. I want you to be honest with me. I need you to be honest with me.”

“Honestly?” Cat asks, tilting her head up to meet Kara’s gaze, and sighing when she nods. “Honestly, I can’t stop thinking about you, either. I left National City to dive, that’s true, but also because… because you make me want things that I can’t have.”

“Why?” Kara falls to her knees in-front of where Cat sits and takes her hands within her own. “You can have me. You’ve always been able to have me.”

“Oh, Kara.” Cat’s eyes are sad as they look down at her, and she lifts one of her hands away from Kara’s to cup her cheek, instead, and Kara’s eyes flutter closed at the contact, Cat’s skin soft against her own. “If only it were that simple.”

“It can be,” Kara insists, leaning closer, so close that she can feel the heat of Cat’s body, so tantalisingly close to her own. “I’m not your assistant anymore.”

“People would still talk - ”

“Then let them,” Kara cuts in, the words confident, because she doesn’t care what people whisper about her when her back is turned, and she knows Cat doesn’t, either.

“And you’re still half my age - ”

“Age is just a number.”

“And I’m about to move halfway across the country - ”

“So we’ll be long distance for a while,” Kara shrugs. “It took me what, ten minutes to fly here last night? When I wasn’t even trying to be fast.”

“And when people start to notice that Supergirl keeps frequenting the same hotel room?”

“I’ll be careful. No-one will see me coming.” She’ll do anything to keep Cat safe; that is something she’s sure of.

“Do you have an answer to everything?” Cat asks, around a laugh, and that’s a sound that Kara would like to hear on repeat every day for the rest of her life.

“When it comes to you and me?” Kara asks, squeezing the hand that’s still wrapped in her own. “Yes. Now, I want an answer from you – do you want to be with me? I know it won’t be easy, and we’ll have to fight for it, but… don’t you think it will be worth it, in the end?”

Cat answers her with a kiss, soft and chaste under the golden rays of the rising sun, and it feels like coming home.

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Tell me I'm wrong - supercat pretty pretty pleaseee

36. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

“You’ve been avoiding me.” Kara strides into Cat’soffice in a blaze of fury, her eyes dark and stormy, a streak of ash under her jaw and she’s really, really trying Cat’s patience because had it not been onlya few hours since Supergirl had put out a fire downtown?

Did she really think Cat is so naive?

“And how,” Cat answers, leaning back in her chair and glancing out towards the bullpen – it’s thankfully empty, and Cat wonders if Kara has been waiting to do this all day, knowing that Cat would be staying late, Carter at his father’s for the weekend. “Pray tell, have I managed to do that, considering you work for me?”

“So you haven’t sent me out on every pointless errand under the sun for the past three days?” Karademands, and oh, Cat likes her like this, brazen and defiant and devastatingly beautiful. “I’m not an idiot.”

“But you must think I am, hm?” Cat counters, her own anger rising to the surface in the face of Kara’s obvious irritation. “What’s that on your neck, Kara? Did you forget to look in a mirror before you stormed in here?”

“What?” Kara’s eyebrows draw into a frown before she turns towards the reflective surface of Cat’s balcony door, flushing when she sees the grey mark on her skin and frantically rubbing it away. “That’s just… dust from when I was in the store cupboard earlier,” she says, lamely, and Cat’s scoff is full of derision.

“Please.” She curls her hands over the arms of her chair, fighting the urge to rise of it and stalk towards her assistant, sure that Kara wouldn’t be so brave if Cat was staring her down, but she doesn’t dare, because the last time they’d been so close to one another, after another blistering argument just like this one, they’d ended up kissing until they were both breathless and wanting, and it had taken every inch of Cat’s willpower to push Kara away, instead of dragging her closer and demanding she fly them to Cat’s penthouse apartment.

She’s sure that that’s the subject that Kara’s come totalk about, because in the three days since, Cat has done everything she possibly can to ensure that it doesn’t happen again.

And it can’t happen again, because god, Kara is so, so dangerous and she doesn’t even realise it – she holds the power to ruin Cat completely, has a hold over her that she wouldn’t even believe if Cat told her.

And that’s not the only reason why it’s a terribleidea, either – Kara is still her assistant, and while a scandal like that probably wouldn’t hurt Cat’s career (she’s used to brushing off stories that paint her in a wicked light, and there have been a lot of them over the years, and they’d never managed to do her anyharm), it would destroy Kara’s, and Cat (try as hard as she might not to) cares far too much about the girl to risk it.

“Don’t change the subject.” Kara tries to get herselfback on the offensive, striding over to Cat’s desk and leaning over the top of it, hands splayed on the surface, and Cat tries to forget what it felt like tobe pressed against this very desk by the solid weight of Kara’s body. “You’ve been avoiding me ever since the other night, ever since we kissed - ”

“Is this really the appropriate place for thisconversation, Kiera?” Cat meets Kara’s gaze, doesn’t back away even though Kara towers over her, waiting to see if she’ll react to the name – she doesn’t,except to tense her jaw, muscle twitching in her neck.

“It was an appropriate place to be making out in theother day, so - ”

“Enough.” Cat slams her hands down on the desk hard enough to make Kara flinch, beforerising to her feet, facing off with the other woman across her desk. “I don’t know what impression I gave you the other day, but - ”

“Impression?” Kara scoffs, leaning back to settle her hands on her hips, head tilted up in defiance, and Cat hasn’t seen her so confident since she’d thrown Cat over her balcony and she wonders, for a moment, if something had happened to her again before quickly shaking the thought away – if it had, Cat is certain that she’d already be falling. “The impression of you sticking your tongue down my throat, you mean?”

She says it to get a reaction, and god damn her, itworks, Cat’s cheeks flushing because yes, she’d allowed herself a moment of a weakness, a moment to deepen the kiss and pull Kara closer, because if that was the only kiss they’d ever share, she wanted to make sure it was a memorable one.

“Look, Kara - ”

“No, you look - ”

“Will you stop interrupting me for five seconds andlet me speak?!” Cat asks, exasperated, but Kara merely shakes her head.

“No, you’ve had three days’ worth of chances to talk,Cat – I called you and I texted you after you stormed off that night, and I’ve tried to come in here and talk to you since, a dozen times – but you didn’t take any of them, so now it’s my turn.”

Kara has never challenged her so openly, and god, Cat hates the fact that it’s turning her on, just a little bit, seeing that defiance in her gaze, her chest falling a little faster than normal, anger making her breathe heavily, and she wonders what it would feel like, to have the full weight of that anger pressed against her.

“And I know what you’re going to tell me, anyway,”Kara continues, and Cat arches an eyebrow, because she’d very much like to hear that. “You’re going to tell me that it was a mistake, that it can never happenagain, that you don’t know what you were thinking. But you’d be lying, Cat, because you kissed me back. I’ve seen you looking at me when you think I don’t notice, I can hear your heartbeat spike whenever I walk into your office.” It’s as close to an admission of her powers as she’s ever come, but she doesn’t giveCat a chance to press her (and really, they’ve both known that the game is up for quite some time, now), “I know that you feel something for me. And I feel the same way, or I wouldn’t have kissed you, and isn’t that enough? Isn’t that worth trying, instead of pushing me away?”

Her eyes are so earnest, so pleading, and Cat’s throat feels tight. “Kara, I - ”

“Don’t,” Kara holds up a hand, and Cat doesn’t havethe strength to be annoyed at being interrupted yet again, because she feels raw and aching from Kara’s words and oh, if things were only that simple, thenshe would have kissed the girl months ago. “Just… tell me I’m wrong, and I’ll never bring it up again. Tell me I’m wrong, and I’ll walk away right now and wecan pretend it never happened.”

That would be the best thing for the both of them, Cat knows. They could ruin one another, absolutely and completely, and god, how would they even work together? Kara is young and bright and beautiful, and Cat is old and jaded and cynical, she has ason and she’s her boss and it’d be a HR nightmare, but when Kara is looking at her with those blue, blue eyes… all of the terrible reasons why seem to float away.

“I think we both know that you’re not wrong.” Cat’svoice is soft, and she can’t quite bring herself to meet Kara’s gaze, doesn’t want to see hope blooming behind her eyes. “But, Kara, you and I… it’s just not that simple.”

“Why not?” Kara steps around the side of Cat’s desk,and Cat takes a step back, doesn’t trust herself to be close to her, but she’s no match for those damn long legs, and Kara’s in-front of her and reaching forher hands before Cat can even blink. “I know it’s complicated, I’m not naïve, but… if there’s something there, don’t you think we owe it to each other to try?”

“But what about everything standing in our way?” Cat has to ask, eyes fluttering closed when Kara reaches up to brush gentle fingertips across her cheek.

“Since when have you ever run away from a problem?”

“Since it terrified me.” Cat opens her eyes to findKara’s on her face, soft and vulnerable. “Youterrify me.”

“Like you don���t terrify me?” Kara replies,eyebrows twitching upwards. “You’re the queen of all media, and I’m just your lowly assistant.”

“I think we both know you’re much more than that,” Cat murmurs. “And what could I possibly offer Supergirl?”

To her credit, Kara doesn’t flinch at the mention ofher alter-ego, holding Cat’s gaze steady as she replies. “Everything.”

She leans down to kiss her, then, and Cat is unable todo anything but surrender to the feeling, her hands sliding into the belt loops of Kara’s pants.

They have so much to talk about, so much to think about, and Cat knows it won’t be easy, if they really want to do this thing, but when Kara sighs into her mouth as Cat pulls her impossibly closer she knows that, no matter what, it will be worth it.

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30? For supercat please?

30. “You don’t see me.”

The CatCo Christmas party is in full swing, Kara standing and laughing with James and Winn when the sound of a gunshot echoes throughout thehuge hall, the sound of glass shattering sending people scattering, screams ringing through air as the music is abruptly cut short.

Kara is immediately on edge, eyes scanning across the room for a sign of the perpetrator, and her heart nearly stops when she spots him, in the centre of the rapidly emptying dancefloor, with the pistol in his shaking hand trained on the forehead of the one and only Cat Grant.

Cat, to her credit, looks outwardly unfazed, standing with her hands held out in-front of her, but Kara’s superhearing can pick out the sound of her heart, pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribcage.

“Get everyone out of here,” Kara hisses to James and Winn, as she watches the man grab Cat’s arm and yank her towards him.

“Where are you going?” Winn asks, when Kara starts to edge her way towards Cat. “You don’t have your suit on!”

“There’s no time.”

Not when Cat is in danger, not when she’s not sure she could reach Cat before he pulled the trigger – she’s fast, but he’s too close to Cat, and she doesn’t want this to be her first attempt at outrunning a bullet.

“Remember me, Ms Grant?” The deranged voice shouts over the clamour of people rushing for the exits, and Kara sets her jaw as she shoulders her way through the crowd – she’s probably bruising a few, but she doesn’t care, is too set on reaching Cat before something awful happens.

“O-of course I do.” There’s a tremor in Cat’s voice, but she doesn’t flinch as she’s dragged even closer to the man, the barrel of the gun pressing against her temple.

“No you don’t!” He snarls, and Kara’s nearly reached them – she spares a quick glance behind her, relieved when she sees that most of the hall hasemptied out. “You fired me three weeks ago, for no reason.”

Kara feels a flash of recognition, then, watches the same emotion bloom behind Cat’s eyes – Cat fires a lot of people, but rarely do they have to be escorted out of the building by security, and shouldn’t he have been on some sort of watch-list?

“All I ever wanted was to work for you, but you never even noticed me. You don’t even remember me, you don’t see me, but I’m going to make sure no-one ever forgets me again.” His finger shakes on the trigger, and, in hind-sight, it probably wasn’t Kara’s brightest move, to call out at that exact moment, but her mouth moves before her brain has time to catch up.

“Hey, it’s, uh, Brandon, right?” She remembers the name as he whirls around to face her, and Kara is relieved to have the gun pointed at her, and not at Cat.

“Get back!” He yells, but Kara doesn’t move, just locks her eyes with Cat and tries to will her to start moving towards one of the exits. “Get back or I’ll shoot you.”

“I don’t think you will.” Kara tries to keep her voice calm, watching his hand closely as it trembles harder than ever, and he’s gripping his weapon so tightly that his knuckles are white. “You’re not that kind ofguy, are you, Brandon? You wouldn’t - ”

The sound of the gunshot seems to surprise them both – Brandon’s eyes widen, staring down at his hand like he can’t quite believe he’s pulled the trigger, and they widen even further when the bullet merely bounces off of her chest.

“Hey!” Kara is indignant as she reaches for the weapon, yanking it out of his hand and tossing it away behind her. “Now, that was just rude.”

“What… what… how did you do that?” He stares at her in amazement, but Kara doesn’t feel like answering him – instead she twists his arm behindhis back, maybe a little harder than strictly necessary, and wrestles him onto his knees, just in-time for the police to come bursting through the doors.

“About time,” Kara grumbles, gladly handing him over to the first officer to reach them.

“Was anybody hurt?” She asks, eyes scanning the room, and Kara shakes her head.

“No. He did fire, but it must have been a blank round.” Kara’s getting better at lying, and shepurposefully ignores the heavy weight of Cat’s eyes – it’s only after statements have been taken, and Brandon led away, when they’re alone, that Catfinally speaks to her at all.

“Keira, a word, please.” Cat makes her way over the bar, and Kara follows a few steps behind, watching Cat step behind it and pour herself a generous glass of scotch. “Would you like one?”

“No, thank you, Ms Grant.”

“Very well.” Cat downs the whole thing in one gulp, and immediately pours herself another.

“Are… are you alright, Ms Grant?”

“Nothing this won’t fix.” Cat indicates her glass with a wave of her hand. “Believe it or not, that’s not the first maniacal ex-employee that’s… disagreed with me.” She takes a sip of her drink, eyes trained on Kara’s face, and it’s an expression that Kara recognises – it’s the same one Cat get whenshe’s determined to get to the bottom of something, when she’s working on a story, hunting for the truth. “It is, however, the first time Supergirl’s stepped in to save me.”

“I-I don’t know what you think you saw, Ms Grant, but - ”

“Oh, please, Keira,” Cat scoffs. “Don’t insult me – I saw that bullet bounce right off you. I knew itwas you. How did you pull that stunt in my office?”

“I… I know a shapeshifter,” Kara says around a heavy sigh. “Ms Grant, you can’t tell anyone about this, please, it’ll - ”

“I won’t,” Cat interrupts, still watching Kara closely. “I don’t know why you want this job so badly,but if it makes you happy, then you can keep it.”

“It makes me feel normal, Ms Grant.” Kara’s voice is soft, and she can’t meet Cat’s gaze, fixes her eyes on the smooth wood of the bar, instead. “I don’t… I never asked for these powers, and I wouldn’t give them up, but… I don’t want to be a superhero full time. And I like this job. I like being useful. I like working for you.”

A little too much, probably – but that’s one secret that Cat never needs to find out.

“Well, it’s a good thing I like working with you, too, then, isn’t it?” It’s the closest thing to a compliment Cat has ever given her, and Kara can’t help but smile. “And thank you, Kara.” Cat reaches out to lay her hand on the back of Kara’s, resting on the bar, and she doesn’t know what startles her more – the touch or Cat saying her name. “For saving me tonight.”

“Oh, it’s really no problem, Ms Grant. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“Thanks to you.” Cat pats her hand one last time before leaning away and downing the rest of her drink. "I think that’s enough excitement for one night, don’t you? I’d offer you a ride home, but I suspect you’d rather use your own form of transportation.”

“I’d like to do a circuit of the city before I go back – check there are no more Brandon’s out there.”

“Very well. Then I’ll see you in the morning, Kara.”

“Goodnight, Ms Grant.” Kara watches her go, and she’d thought that Cat finding out her secret would be horrible, catastrophic, especially after what had happened last time, on her balcony, but… she feels lighter, almost, free, at the thought of not having tolie to her anymore, and there’s a smile on her face as she changes in her suit and takes to the skies.

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omg can you do “We could get arrested for this.” for supercat pls? and thank you very much! hope you stay safe and have an awesome day! xo

11. “We could get arrested for this.”

Kara crashes through the ceiling of the abandoned warehouse with an almighty crash, landing in a crouch on the ground so hard that she makes a dent in the concrete.

It sends the men within scattering, and it’s reallyeasier than it ought to be, to dispatch the lot of them, fighting with a fury that she doesn’t even know she’s capable of, her laser vision leaving burnt streaks on the walls.

In the centre of the warehouse, a woman is tied to achair, blindfolded, and as Kara approaches, she begins to tremble, doesn’t stop even when Kara pulls the blindfold from her head, kneeling in-front of her and carefully releasing her from the ropes that tie her hands to the back of the chair.

“Ms Grant?” Kara asks, gently rubbing the red weltsaround Cat’s wrists from where she’d struggled against her restraints. “Ms Grant, are you okay?” As she waits for an answer, Kara gives Cat a cursory once-over with her x-ray vision to check that there are no broken bones.

“I’m much better now.” Cat’s voice is quiet, shaky, and her face is streaked with dirt, her eyes a little dazed as they focus on Kara’s face. “Tell me, does Supergirl usually lower herself to search and rescuemissions?”

“She does when it’s someone she cares about.”

Cat had been kidnapped whilst on her way to apolitical rally in National City, and Kara has no idea what the motive of the attack had been beside a high ransom demand, but she knows she won’t rest untilshe finds out.

“Let’s get you out of here,” Kara murmurs, keeping her voice low because Cat still looks very shaken, and Kara hates that it had been three days before she’d found out Cat was missing, because if she’d knownsooner, she wouldn’t have spent so long fearing for her life. “Do you trust me?”

“It’s very hard not to trust the person who just savedyour life,” Cat replies, allowing Kara to help her up and guide Cat’s arms around her neck.

Pressed against her front, Cat is warm, but she’sstill shaking, and Kara can both feel and hear her heart, hammering against her ribcage. She feels so fragile, as Kara scoops her up, making sure to hold onto her tight as she pushes them off the floor, and Cat flinches as below them, the warehouse door crashes open as police file in to arrest the perpetrators that Kara has helpfully left scattered across the floor.

She leaves the clean-up in the NCPD’s capable hands, shooting back through the hole she’d made in the roof, and taking Cat straight to another pair of capable hands, landing them on the balcony of the DEO that she favours whenever she flies into the building.

She doesn’t let go on Cat’s hand until she’s got herinto a treatment room, Alex already waiting for them, and Kara is tense the whole time Alex is checking her over, sagging with relief when her sister assures her that there is no lasting damage.

“Does Carter know I’m safe?” Cat asks, jumping out of the bed as soon as Alex gives her the all-clear, and gratefully shrugging into the DEO hoodie that Kara hands her, noticing she’s still shivering.

“Yes, he’s been staying with his father while you were… gone,” Kara answers, “but I called him when we found you, and he should be here in a couple of hours.”

“Good.” Cat’s face floods with relief. “Can you… canyou get me out of here, please?” She asks, turning on Kara with pleading eyes. “I hate hospital rooms.”

“Where do you want to go?”

“Anywhere,” Cat answers, stepping close to Kara andwrapping her arms around her neck without being prompted, her breathing still shaky, her mouth pressing against Kara’s collarbone, breath hot against her skin. “As long as you stay with me.” She says that quietly, but Kara still hears it, her breath catching as she holds Cat close, and if she makes Cat feels safer, then she won’t ever let her go.

She flies out of the window and hovers high in the sky for a moment, debating where to go, and, deciding that Cat would probably prefer to go somewhere secluded, drops somewhere where she knows no-one will bother them.

“You can open your eyes, now,” Kara murmurs, knowing that Cat hates heights – probably even more so since Kara had launched her offher balcony.

“Are we standing on what I think we’re standing on?”Cat asks, dropping her arms from Kara’s neck but not stepping away as she takes in her new surroundings. “Kara, we could get arrested for this.”

Kara doesn’t acknowledge Cat’s slip, and instead flops down so that she’s seated, her legs swinging over the side of one of the Hollywood sign’s O’s.

“If anyone comes, I can fly us away,” Kara assuresher, patting the space beside her.

“Everyone would still know it was you,” Cat pointsout, but she folds herself down beside Kara all the same, huddling into her side. “Your cape isn’t exactly subtle.”

“Pretty sure no-one would try to arrest me,” Karareplies, enjoying the view that this vantage point offers them. “Are you okay, Ms Grant?”

“No.” Cat turns towards her, eyes more than a littlehaunted. “But I will be – nothing that a bottle of scotch or sleeping pills won’t fix.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t find you sooner.”

“You don’t need to be sorry, Kara.” Cat reaches out tosqueeze the back of Kara’s hand, and Kara can’t help but grab it before Cat can move away, tangling their fingers together. “You did find me, and that’s all that matters. Although I do wish we weremeeting again under better circumstances.” Cat manages to crack a smile, and Kara matches it with one of her own.

“Me too.” It’s been years since Cat left forWashington, and they haven’t spoken since, but when she’d seen the footage of Cat being taken, Kara had seen red, and it had felt like no time had passed at all. “I’d ask how you’ve been, but…”

“Wonderful, until two days ago,” Cat quips, alreadysounding more like her old self. “Who’d have thought that working for the President would have put a target on my back?”

“Maybe you should think about another career change,” Kara suggests, gently nudging Cat’s shoulder with her own. “Come back to CatCo.”

“CatCo is thriving without me,” Cat replies, “as are you, Pulitzer prize winning journalist.” Cat meets Kara’s eyes, her smile fond. “I never reached out to congratulate you, and I should have done, I’m sorry.”

“Oh, that’s okay,” Kara shrugs, more touched than Cat will ever know to realise that she’s kept up with her career even though she’s long gone. “But thank you.”

“I always knew you had it in you.” Cat runs her thumbalong the bumps of Kara’s knuckles, and Kara tries very hard to remember how to breathe – if she’d thought for one moment that any of those feelings she’d had for Cat all those years ago had ever faded, she’s finding that she’s sorely mistaken, now that Cat is back by her side.

“Always?” Kara asks, raising a sceptical eyebrow. “What about when you were waxing poetic about millennials the day I walked into your office? Or yelling at me for not getting your lunch order right, or your latte being too cold, or - ”

“Watch it,” Cat grumbles, though there’s a sparkle inher eye, “you’re starting to make me sound like a terrible boss.”

“You weren’t,” Kara assures her, and Cat shoots her alook that suggests she thinks that Kara is lying. “You weren’t! Sure, you were a hardass, sometimes,” she grins as Cat’s eyes narrow into a glare, “but you were a lot of other things, too. Kind and compassionate and always trying to push me to better myself. I learned a lot from you. I never would have won that Pulitzer without you shaping me into thejournalist I am today.”

“Thank you, Kara.” Cat looks touched, and Kara doesn’t know if she should acknowledge the casual way that they’re talking about working together whilst Kara is wearing her cape – she’s known that Cat’s known for a long time, but they’ve never acknowledged it, had always let it be the elephant in the room, until today.

Not that she’s complaining – it feels freeing, to nolonger have to hide a part of herself from Cat.

“For being kind to me, and for saving me. I can’t tellyou how relieved I was to have you be my saviour, and not one of those insufferable secret service agents – you are much nicer to look at.”

“It was really no problem, Ms Grant.” She’s blushing,which only seems to amuse Cat further, her eyes sparkling with mirth.

“Surely we’re past such formalities at this point, hm?” Cat’s eyes are still on her face, her gaze so intense that Kara struggles to remember how to breathe. “If you’re letting me call you Kara without any protest, I think it’s only fair that you call me Cat.”

“Okay,” Kara nods, “Cat.” Kara feels her phone buzz in her pocket, and she sees a text from Alex on her screen when she glances at it. “Carter’s just arrived at the DEO,” Kara reads. “Are you ready to go back yet?”

“Only for my son,” Cat decides, climbing to her feetwith Kara’s help. “Thank you for keeping me company.”

“It’s no trouble at all,” Kara replies. “It’s beennice to see you again – even if I wish it was under better circumstances.”

“Yes, it has,” Cat agrees, her hand still claspingKara’s tightly, and Kara never wants her to let go. “I’ll probably be staying in the city for a few days, recuperating – feel free to fly by and check I haven’t been kidnapped again?”

“No-one will get close to you on my watch, Cat,” Karapromises, and she’ll station a DEO agent at every entrance and exit to Cat’s hotel of choice if it will make her sleep better at night.

“Oh yeah?” Cat’s voice, unless Kara is very muchmistaken, has turned flirtatious, and it leaves her shaken. “And how are you going to make sure of that, hm?” She lets go of Kara’s hand to slide them towards her neck, dragging her palms over Kara’s collarbones and up and over her shoulders, touch deliberate enough to make Kara’s knees weak. “By staying the night?”

“I-if that would make you feel safe,” Kara says,amazed that she can speak at all with Cat so close. “Then yes.”

“Do you mean to tell me that if I wanted to getSupergirl into my bed, I merely had to ask?” Cat asks, and she’s arching a playful eyebrow but there’s a vulnerability in her eyes, and Kara’s hands are gentle as they slide down to rest on Cat’s hips.  

“Did you hit your head when you were held captive?”Kara queries, her voice so soft it’s almost carried away by the wind. “Do we need to get you a brain scan? Because the Cat I used to know definitely didn’t want little old me.”

“Oh, but she did,” Cat says, and Kara’s heart nearlystops. “I wanted you very much, but there was a very long list of reasons why it would be a terrible idea.”

“So what changed?”

“I thought I was going to die,” Cat murmurs, and Kara’s jaw clenches at the mere thought. “And all I could think about, stuck in that damn chair, was all the mistakes I’ve made in my long, long life, and through it all, my biggest regret has been letting you slip away, even though I’d convinced myself that leaving CatCo was the best thing for the both of us.”

“I… I didn’t know you felt that way.”

“I never wanted you to know,” Cat replies, “but now, I… I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t at least try, and if you don’t feel the same way, then that’s fine, because it’s been years and I’m twice your age, and - ”

Kara cuts her off with a kiss, soft and chaste,because she doesn’t want to hear another second of Cat putting herself down. Cat gasps against her lips before she’s kissing her back, and Kara sighs as shepulls her closer, because as far as first kisses go, it’s pretty damn perfect.

“Come over tonight?” Cat asks when they part, the both of them hyper-aware of the fact that time isn’t on their side, with Carter waiting for them back in National City. “And we can talk about everything?”

“Just let me know when and where.”

Cat kisses her again before they take off,open-mouthed and messy, and Kara’s head is spinning so much that it’s a miracle that she doesn’t crash into any buildings on their way back to the DEO.

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14, supercat

14. “You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

“Well, this time they at least look edible,” Carter says, gazing down at the cupcakes that Kara’s just pulled out of the oven. “So, that’s progress.”

There are two batches in the trash already, but hey,at least they’re having fun, doing a little bit of bonding – Kara’s been dating Cat for five months, now, but she still hasn’t really spent too much time with Carter alone, and baking had seemed like a fun way to kill a few hours.

If only she could actually bake.

Down the hall, Kara hears a door open, and she sets the tray of cupcakes down on the counter and turns towards the sound of socked feet padding down the hallway towards them, a look of disapproval on her face.

“You are supposed to be in bed,” she says, sternly, asCat appears in her line of view, dressed in her comfiest pyjamas, one of Kara’s hoodies thrown on over the top of them to keep her warm. “You’re supposed to be resting.”

“Well, I smelt something cooking, so I thought I’dbetter come and check you weren’t about to burn the whole place down.” Cat eases herself into a stool on the opposite side of the counter to Kara with a wince, and Kara frowns.

“How’s your head?” She’d sent Cat to the darkness of their bedroom when Cat had felt a migraine coming on a couple of hours ago, the reason for her and Carter’s impromptu baking session.

“It’ll be alright.” Cat brushes her off. “I got bored of lying in the dark. Now, tell me – what are you burning?”

“We made perfectly good cupcakes, thank you very much,” Kara huffs, waving towards the tray and dismayed to see that they’ve already started sinking. “They’re just a little flat.”

“And what number batch is that, hm?” Cat’s eyessparkle as they meet her own, only growing brighter when Kara pouts. “The fourth?”

“No.”

“It’s the third,” Carter tells her, and Kara turns toglare at him.

“Traitor.”

He just grins back at her, and she reaches out totickle him, only relenting when he squeals at her to stop, Cat watching the two of them fondly.

“Well, at least the place is still standing,” Catsays. “Do I need to replace any appliances, this time?”

“Oh my god,” Kara grumbles, as Carter snickers and Cat’s lips curve into a smirk, “you’re never going to let that go, are you? You press the wrong button on a microwave one time - ”

“It exploded, Kara.”

It hadn’t been her finest moment, that was true. She’d been hungry, after a late night spent chasing an alien around the city, and Cat had told her to come over, no matter how late she was done, and when she’d spotted a packet of popcorn lying on the counter, she hadn’t been able to resist having some before she’d crawled into Cat’s bed.

A decision that she’d quickly come to regret, and tothis day, she still isn’t entirely sure what happened, but it had led to the door flying off the damn thing and her nearly setting the kitchen on fire.

An event that Cat likes to tease her about whenevershe possibly can.

“Yes, well, the important thing is that no-one gothurt.”

“I suppose,” Cat agrees. “Do you want to play a gamewhile you wait for your cakes to cool?”

“Settlers of Catan!” Carter exclaims, already scurrying off towards the board game shelf they’ve set up in the corner of the living room, and Kara chuckles as she follows him. As she passes Cat, sheswoops her up into her arms, carrying her bridal style and depositing her on her usual seat on the couch.

“It’s my head that hurts, not my legs, you know,” Catsays, dryly, but Kara just grins as she settles down next to her and presses a kiss to her cheek.

“Oh please, you love it when I do that.” Seeing Karadisplay her strength is one of Cat’s favourite things.

“Not as much as I love you.”

Cat’s been saying that for months, now, but it stillmakes Kara’s heart soar every time she hears it, because there’d been a time where Kara had thought she and Cat would never be together, that they were too impossible, that they weren’t meant to be, and every day she wakes up beside Cat she knows that she’s the luckiest woman alive.

“I love you, too.”

#supercat #supercat:minific #lockdown prompts #Anonymous

[ofendlesswonder]

47 for supercat?

47. “Why are you whispering?”

Kara leaves Cat getting changed into her pyjamas intheir bedroom, under the pretence of getting ready for their weekly movie night, and hurries back to Carter, sitting on the couch with his hands foldedin his lap, and his foot tapping a nervous rhythm on the wooden floor.

“Okay,” Kara murmurs, sitting down next to him andmaking an effort to keep her voice low. “I’ve made sure she’s in a good mood - ”

“Ew,” he interrupts, nose wrinkling up in distaste, and Kara gasps, horrified, before smacking him in the shoulder.

“Not like that!” Her voice rises higher than she wants it to, and there’s a flush staining her cheeks before Carter snickers and she realises that he’s just messing with her. “Anyway,” she lowers her voice once more, “what I was trying to say is that this is as good a chance we’re going to get – are you ready for this?”

“Yeah,” he replies, own voice hushed. “I haveeverything - ”

“Why are you whispering?” A new voice joins the fray,and Kara jumps, not having heard Cat approach – when she turns, Cat is standing behind the couch, her hands settled on her hips, and her eyes narrowed as she glances between her son and her fiancée. “What are you two plotting?”

“Us?” Kara pretends to look shocked. “Plotting?”

“You’ve never gotten any better at lying, my love,”Cat says, supressing a smile when Kara pouts. “Explain yourselves.”

“Just come and sit down.” Kara pats the space beside her, and Cat, after another moment of eyeing the pair of them suspiciously, folds herself delicately onto the couch cushion, raising an expectant eyebrow as she crosses her legs. “Carter has something he wants to talk to you about.”

Carter takes that as his cue, rising to his feet to goand stand opposite them, on the other side of the coffee table and running a nervous hand through his hair.

“Why do I feel like you’re either about to tell me you’ve murdered someone, or are planning to pitch me a business proposal?” Cat queries, and Kara shushes her quietly, knowing that his mother’s trademark sarcasm isn’t what he needs to hear right now.

“When I was eight years old,” Carter begins, and Karashoots him an encouraging smile before she smothers a laugh when she sees the look of utter confusion on Cat’s face, “I asked if we could get a dog - ”

“Oh, dear god,” Cat murmurs, and Kara elbows her inthe side.

“-and you said I couldn’t because you’d be stucklooking after it.” Carter spoke as though his mother hadn’t said anything. “But I’m fifteen now, and I’ve been working at the animal shelter for a few months,and I’ve learned a lot since I started there.”

Cat’s never set foot at the shelter since he’d startedgoing – it’s something that Kara takes him to, or Alex or Maggie if she’s busy on superhero duty, and watching him with the dogs is always the highlight ofher week, because he lights up around them in a way that she rarely sees anywhere else.

There’s one dog in particular that Kara knows he’sfallen in love with. Spot is a gorgeous husky, two years old, abandoned by his owners because he’d been too much work for them; he’s a quiet, shy and reserved dog, but something in Carter had reached out to him, and the shelter staff were amazed at seeing the both of them coming out of their respective shells.

It’s the reason for his little presentation tonight,because Spot’s been in the shelter for almost a year and it’s easy to see that he’s depressed whenever they lead him back towards his kennel, and Carter’salways blue, too, whenever he has to say goodbye.

“This is Spot.” Carter produces a picture from hispocket, of him lying on the ground in a field, his arm around the husky’s shoulder, sitting by his side, a huge grin on Carter’s face as he looks towardsthe camera. “He’s a really good dog, Mom. He’s fully house trained, so you wouldn’t have to worry about him peeing on your floors or anything.”

Cat’s lips twitch, and Kara can’t smother a smile.

“I’d get up early to walk him before school every day,and I’d take him out when I get home, and I’ll use my pocket money to hire a dog sitter to take him out in the middle of the day, too.” He’s put a lot ofthought into this, been planning it for a while, and it shows. “And if you’re thinking ‘what about when I go away to college?’” He continues, looking moreconfident now that Cat hasn’t already cut in. “Well, I don’t know which college I want to go to yet, but it could be one nearby, or even if it’s elsewhere Imight be able to take him with me. And if I can’t, Kara has agreed to help to look after him, and Alex and Maggie have said they’ll pitch in, too, if theyneed to.”

Cat’s lips are pursed as she listens carefully to whather son is saying, and she takes the photo from him when he offers it to her.

“I really would do everything, Mom.” His eyes arepleading, and Kara makes sure hers are, too, because she knows that Cat has a hard time saying no to either one of them – let alone when they combine their efforts. “I even wrote up a contract,” he says, earnestly, and Cat laughs when Carter produces it from underneath the coffee table. “Lucy assured me that it’s legally binding, so I’ll have to comply.”

“Oh, Carter,” Cat chuckles, as she scans over thepapers in her lap. “You really did all of this for me?”

“Well, yeah,” he shrugs before brushing some of hishair out of his eyes. “I figured you’d be more likely to say yes if I made everything official.”

“He really is your son,” Kara murmurs, because she can imagine Cat doing something similar when she was his age – if her mother wasn’t such a bitch, anyway. “We’ve got a young businessman on our hands.”

“That we do,” Cat agrees. “If you promise to look after him yourself,” she continues, and Karasmiles as Carter’s eyes widen with hope, “then I don’t see why not.” Cat is swept into a hug by her son before she’s even finished her sentence, and Cathugs him back fiercely, knowing that, since puberty hit, they’re rarely offered. “Why don’t we go to the shelter in the morning, hm? You can show himto me.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you,” Cartergushes, his arms still around his mother, before he leans away to bound down the hall. “I’m going to go call Alex and Maggie!”

Kara watches him go, affection written across her face – she’d fallen in love with Cat many years ago, but she loves Carter just as much, loves the family that she’s managed to find for herself, knows that she’s the luckiest woman alive.

“I thought you’d be harder to convince than that,”Kara says, wrapping an arm around Cat’s shoulders and pulling her close.

“I’ve heard him talking about that dog every day forthe past three months,” Cat replies, and her voice is dry but her eyes are sparkling, “I figured this was coming sooner rather than later.”

“You’re gonna love him,” Kara decides, because sheknows that the second that Cat sees Carter light up around Spot, she’ll be done for.

“Well, we’ll see about that,” Cat murmurs, but Kara isconvinced she will. “We’re going to be bringing him home in the morning, aren’t we?”

“…Probably.” Kara may have already had a quiet word with some of the shelter staff about the possibility of adopting Spot, and they’d assured her that they’d be happy for her to take him.

Cat’s sigh is long suffering, but Kara knows she doesn’t really mean it, and they both know, as Carter comes running back down the hall to perch in his seat on the couch, ready for movie night to begin, a giant smile on his face, that it’s worth it, to make him happy.

#supercat #supercat:minific #this is so fluffy that it may give you cavities #lockdown prompts #itsmylittlecorneroftheworld

[ofendlesswonder]

#50 for the prompt thing. Supercat please ♥️

50. “People are staring.”

Kara isn’t exactly hoping to run into Cat when she’s summoned to Washington D.C. for a missiondebrief, but when she spots her as she’s leaving the Oval Office, she can’t exactly say that she’s disappointed.

Cat looks as amazing as ever, dressed in a pair of dark pants and a white blouse, a black blazer thrown over the top and her hair perfectly curled, striding down the hallway like she owns the place and, Karacan’t help but wonder, as she watches her approach, if one day she will – she wouldn’t be surprised if Cat was planning on announcing a presidential bid,come the next election.

“Supergirl.” Cat doesn’t look surprised to see her asshe pauses in-front of her, hands slipping into her pant pockets as she tilts her head up to meet Kara’s gaze. “It’s good to see you again.”

“And you, Ms Grant.” It feels like an eternity sincethey’d last seen on another in person (Kara tunes in to the White House press briefings, sometimes, because Cat’s running commentary is always anentertaining one), but the years fade away into an easy sort of familiarity that only working so closely together for so many years can bring. “How haveyou been?”

“Oh, you know.” Cat lifts one shoulder in a delicateshrug. “Always busy putting out the next fire. Though I’m sure you can relate.”

Kara hasn’t exactly been short of those, lately, andshe’s sure that her wish for a quieter 2020 won’t be granted.

“Ms Grant,” a woman appears at Cat’s shoulder, atablet in her hands, “here are the last minute changes you asked for.”

Cat’s new assistant, then, and Kara can’t help butsize her up as Cat scans over the words on the tablet screen. She’s a similar age to Kara, and she wonders, hiding a smile, if she’d changed Cat’s opinion onmillennials. She looks nervous as she waits for Cat’s response, and Kara wonders how much the poor girl has already been yelled at today, or if Cat hasgrown mellow since she’d left CatCo for pastures anew.

“Good.” Cat’s voice is brusque as she hands the tablet back to the woman. “Tell them I’ll be ready in ten minutes.”

“Yes, Ms Grant.” The woman scurries away withoutanother word, and Cat sighs as she watches her go.

“Good help is so hard to find,” she mutters, eyes onher retreating assistant’s back, and when she turns back to Kara there’s the hint of a knowing smirk on her lips that Kara pretends not to notice.

(Even though the last time she’d seen Cat, the ‘go get them, Supergirl’ had been perfectly audible).

“I should let you get to your briefing,” Kara decides,because as much as she’d like to spend the rest of her day with Cat, she knows the other woman probably has a busy schedule ahead of her.

“If you have an hour or so to spare,” Cat seemsreluctant to let her go so easily, “you could wait in my office for me? It’d be nice to have a drink. Catch up.”

“I… okay.” She’s surprised by the invitation, but shecan’t bring herself to turn it down, not when seeing Cat again has been like a breath of fresh air – she’d pushed all thoughts of her former boss down deep(and even deeper still when she’d sold the company, because that, as irrational as she knew it was, stung like a betrayal) when she’d left, and she’d almostforgotten how much she enjoyed spending time with the other woman.

When she wasn’t being yelled at, anyway.

“It’s this way.”

Kara falls into step beside Cat as she sets off down the hall at what can only be described as a march, Kara struggling to keep up even with her longer legs. The halls are bustling with people, who fall silent asthey pass them by, curious eyes watching them go, and Kara shifts uncomfortably under the weight of their gaze.

“Something wrong, Supergirl?” Cat asks, as she pauses beside a heavy wooden door, the plaque beside it indicating that this is Cat’s office,and when Kara glances through the open doorway, she finds quite a different space from the one she’d occupied at CatCo, but one that is distinctly CatGrant, all the same.

“I… yeah, it’s just… people are staring.” Kara glances over her shoulder as she says it, and the huddle of people opposite them quickly look away.

“Because it’s not every day that Supergirl walks down these halls,” Cat replies, ushering Kara inside the room and pulling the door shut behind them.

“But… the President walks these halls every day.” Surely the person wielding the most power should garner the most attention. Political power, anyway – Kara’s pretty sure she could beat the President in a fist fight even without her powers.

“Yes, well, people do tend to expect that to happen in the White House.” Cat looks amused as she grabs something from her desk. “Superheroes, on the other hand, are a bit harder to come by.”

Kara supposes that she’s right, but that doesn’t really set her more at ease, and she’s glad she’s now hidden from view.

 “I really should get going – feel free to make yourself at home,” Cat says, heading towards the door, her heels clicking on the wooden floor. “I’ll be back soon.”

She shuts the door behind her, and silence echoes around her as she glances around the room. There’s a screen behind Cat’s desk, an echo of her wall of screens from CatCo, muted but showing the podium that she knows Cat will take her place behind shortly. The desk is cluttered, like Kara remembers, and she smiles as she catches a glimpse of a framed photograph of Cat and Carter, her son now towering over her, his blonde curls unruly as he grins atthe camera.

The view out of the windows is much less impressive than Kara is used to, looking out into the White House grounds rather than the city skyline, so Kara settles for watching Cat’s press conference, instead, easing herself down into one of the chairs behind Cat’s desk, and resisting the urge to kick her boots onto the top of it.

The sound of the door opening startles her, and Kara whirls around to find the girl from before frozen in the doorway, blinking at Kara with stunned surprise.

“Oh, sorry.” Kara jumps to her feet and throws a reassuring smile her way. “Cat said I could wait for her in here.”

“T-that’s okay, Ms Supergirl.”

“Just Supergirl is fine, thank you.” The girl could barely look her in the eye, and Kara wonders how someone so meek could survive as Cat’s assistant – but then, people had probably thought the same thing about her, when she’d started. “You work for Cat?”

“I’m her assistant.” She runs a nervous hand through her hair before inching further into the room and dropping down behind the other, smaller desk in the room, and Kara wonders how well she would have fared, sharing an office with Cat. “Sophie.” She holds her hand out towards Kara, and she takes it, shaking it firmly. “Could I… would it be alright if I asked foryour autograph? My little sister loves you, it would literally make her year.”

“Oh, uh, sure.” It’s been years, but she still isn’t used to this side of her job, and doesn’t think she ever will be. “What’s your sister’s name?” Kara asks, as Sophie scrambles for a pen and a pad of paper.

“Emily.”

Kara scribbles a quick message before signing her name, and she’s handing it back to Sophie when the door is pushed open, Cat striding through a moment later – Sophie jumps at the sound, and Cat pauses when she sees Kara hand back the pen.

“Sophia,” Cat begins, and Kara tries not to smile, because it’s nice to know that some things never get old, “are you harassing my guest?”

“N-no, Ms Grant.”

“Oh?” Cat arches an eyebrow, arms folding across her chest. “Then what’s that in your hand, hm? Because it looks suspiciously like anautograph.”

“It’s fine,” Kara interrupts, because Sophie looks like she might be about to cry. “Honestly.”

“Hm.” Cat purses her lips, but she doesn’t press. “Here.” Instead, she reaches into her pocket before brandishing a twenty dollar bill at her assistant. “Take this, and go and buy yourself something nice for lunch.”

“Ms Grant?” Sophie looks highly confused, and Kara bites her lip so she doesn’t chuckle at the look on her face.

“Are you deaf, Sophia?” Cat sounds exasperated, a tone that Kara is more than familiar with. “Go, before I change my mind. Oh,” Cat calls out when Sophie is almost through the door, “and bring me back a latte, please.”

“Yes, Ms Grant.” She scurries away, closing the door behind her, leaving the two of them alone, and Kara takes the opportunity to sink back down into the chair she’d been sitting in before.

“You always this hard on your assistants?” Kara asks, lips twitching as Cat leans back against her desk and kicks off her heels, as she’s been known to do after she’s been on her feet for too long.

“Only when they deserve it,” Cat answers smartly, and Kara grins. “So, Supergirl – how are things?”

“Busy,” Kara sighs, glad that J’onn and Alex have assured her that National City will be safe during her absence, meaning that she doesn’t have to rush back. “If everyone could just stop being evil for aminute, that would be really, really nice.”

“Have you tried asking the criminals nicely?” Cat snipes, and Kara had forgotten how much she enjoyed this, the easy way that Cat spoke to her when she was shrouded in the cape.

“No, but maybe I’ll try that next time.”

“See that you do.” There’s a soft smile on Cat’s lips, atwinkle in her eyes, and Kara wonders if she’s missed this as much as she has. “And how is CatCo?” Cat’s gaze turns challenging, then, a single eyebrowraising upwards, and Kara swallows.

“Ms Grant?”

“Are we still playing this silly game?” Cat sighs, liftingherself onto her desk in one easy movement, eyes never leaving Kara’s face. “After all this time?”

“I…” Kara trails off, worrying at her bottom lip, and she knows that Cat already knows, that she isn’t going to do anything untoward with her identity (because she’s had more than enough chances, over the years), and surely it shouldn’t be this difficult to admit it, when there are no consequences? “CatCo is fine,” Kara manages to force out, eventually, and Cat’s eyes flicker with interest. “Different, since you left. There have been a lot of changes.”

“For better or for worse?” Cat asks, and she almost looks like she’s afraid of finding out the answer.

“Definitely worse,” Kara murmurs, her voice soft. “It hasn’t been the same since you left.” She can scarcely remember what things were like, with Cat at the helm, it’s been so long, but she knows that it was definitely more interesting with Cat prowling the halls. “Do you miss it?”

“Every day,” Cat sighs, her voice sad. “Don’t get me wrong, I love what I do now, but… it’s just not the same.”

“You could come back,” Kara offers, but Cat gave a slow shake of her head.

“No, I couldn’t. Selling it saw to that.”

“Why did you sell it?” She has to ask, because it’s bothered her ever since she found out.

“So I wouldn’t give in to the temptation to come back,” Cat explains, fingers tapping against thesurface of her desk. “It would be a step backwards, and, much as I might miss it, there were reasons why I left, and none of those have changed.”

“Like?”

Cat purses her lips for one long moment, her eyes locked on Kara’s, an unreadable expression on her face. “I told you – I wanted a change.”

“Is that all?” Kara has to press, because she’s sure that hadn’t been what Cat was planning to say. “You said reasons. Plural.”

“So I did,” Cat replies, a note of finality in her voice,and Kara decides that’s the most she’s getting out of Cat on that particular subject.

“How’s Carter?” Kara asks, instead, watching as Cat’s lips twitch into a fond smile.

“He’s wonderful,” she answers, that light in her eyes that she gets whenever she thinks about her son. “It took him a little while to come around to the idea of moving out here, but he’s flourishing in his new school.”

“That’s good. He must be what, almost sixteen, now?”

“Next month, yes.” Cat looks touched that she’d remembered. “He’s all grown up – he even has a girlfriend.”

“And you?” Kara finds herself asking, even though she’s positive she doesn’t want to know the answer – her feelings for Cat had faded over time, but that doesn’t mean that she wants to hear about her falling in love with someone else.

“Forever single,” Cat answers, curtly. “I learned a long time ago that I don’t need to go home to someone else at night. Besides, I was never exactly very lucky in love.”

“Maybe you just hadn’t found the right person,” Karamurmurs, and Cat’s smile is soft.

“Or maybe I let them slip away,” she replies, and Kararaises a curious eyebrow, but Cat just shakes her head. “What about you, Supergirl? Got a guy waiting for you at home?”

“I haven’t exactly been very lucky in love, myself.” Her relationship with Mon-El has been her one and only, and it hadn’t exactly been easy for her to recover from him leaving. She’s had offers, since, but she’s yet to meet anyone that really sets her alight, makes her feel alive, even though she desperately wants that happiness that she’s seen her sister have,first with Maggie and now with Kelly. “And I’m not the safest person to be with,” she shrugs. “Maybe I’ll be forever single, too. We can start a club – spinsters only.”

“Watch it,” Cat cautions, but there’s a smile on her face.

“What, you don’t want to be in a club with me?” Karapretends to be offended. “How rude.”

“We’re already in a club,” Cat fires back, “of ‘mostpowerful women in the United States’. I may no longer be the queen of all media, but I still hold some sway.”

“How can you not, working in this place?” Kara gestures to the space around them. “Although the view is slightly less impressive.”

“Yes, well, some sacrifices did have to be made.” Cat looks out of her window more than a little wistfully. “Although, I - ”

The ringing of Kara’s phone interrupts whatever Cat had been about to say next, and Kara throws her an apologetic look as she pulls it out of the hidden compartment in her suit. “Sorry, but I have to take this,” she murmurs, when she sees Alex’s name on the screen. “Hey, is everything alright?”

“Uh, not really,” Alex answers, and Kara hears the sound of something explode in the background, justas the screen behind Cat’s head flickers to life on a news story – Kara recognises the city skyline immediately and jumps to her feet. “We have a situation.”

“Yeah, I can see that.” The monster fills half the screen, enormous in size, and Kara isn’t surprised that Alex had called. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“Go,” Cat tells her, eyes wide as she takes in thedestruction being wrought in her former home. “Be a hero. And don’t be scared to come by again – perhaps the spinster club could start having monthlymeetings.”

“You got it,” Kara chuckles, and she surprises Cat bypulling her into a quick hug, allowing herself a few precious seconds to breathe the other woman in, to remember the feeling of her, warm and soft anddainty in Kara’s arms. “I don’t suppose that window opens?” She asks, when she steps back, and it takes Cat a moment to blink away the dazed look in her eyes.

“Ah, no. Security hazard.”

“Of course.” Kara turns toward the doorway, pausing before she speeds away. “Goodbye, Cat.”

“I’ll see you soon, Supergirl.”

She shoots Cat one last smile before darting down the hall, launching herself into the air as soon as she’s cleared the building and hurtling back towards National City, vowing, as she turns to take one last look at the White House before it disappears on the horizon, that she’ll make a return trip sooner rather than later.

#supercat #supercat:minific #this is one i didn't really want to end #diving in to cat's life as press secretary was way more fun than i imagined #lockdown prompts #Anonymous

[ofendlesswonder]

Number 12 for Supercat maybe?

12. “What are you thinking about?”

The sheets are tangled up in their legs, sweat cooling on their skin, and Kara sighs happily as she stretches her arms over her head and lies on her back, her arm slung over a pair of slender hips, tucked against her side.

Cat is leaning up on an elbow, her chin settled in her hand, and her other hand draws absent patterns on the skin of Kara’s stomach, her eyes following the movement of her fingers.

“Supergirl’s ticklish?” Cat asks, arching a surprised eyebrow as Kara’s stomach muscles tense beneath her touch.

“Yes.” Kara squirms away as Cat tickles her more deliberately, gently grasping her wrists and flipping them effortlessly, holding her weight easily off Cat’s body as they’re surrounded by a halo of Kara’s blonde hair. “Are you?”

“No.” Cat tilts her chin upwards in defiance as one of Kara’s hands moves with purpose down her sides, and it’s only when she reaches the sensitive skin of Cat’s hip that she reacts, her mouth twitching before she tries to wiggle away when Kara doubles down. “Okay, maybe a little.”

Kara grins and rolls once more onto her back, and when Cat curls into her side and slides a leg over her hip, she settles her palm just above Cat’s knee, rubbing her thumb against soft skin as she presses a kiss to the top of Cat’s head, nestled against her shoulder.

“What are you thinking about?” Kara asks, when Cat is quiet, glancing down to find Cat’s eyes on her, soft and unguarded.

“Honestly?” Cat leans back a little so it’s easier to meet Kara’s gaze. “I’m wondering whether you’ll regret this in the morning.”

It hadn’t exactly been planned, the two of them falling into bed together, though it had been the result of years of wanting and yearning and Kara’s behalf (and, from what Cat had alluded to earlier that night, on hers, too).

Cat had briefly returned to National City on business, and the two of them crossing paths again had been completely accidental, unintentional, but it had led to Cat inviting Kara back to her hotel room and she’d never been one to believe in fate, but after the night she’s had… maybe she could be converted.

“I won’t,” Kara promises, because she’s certain that she won’t. She’s been an admirer of Cat since before she’d even started at CatCo, and her feelings had only grown the longer they’d spent together – they’d faded, when Cat had left, because they’d had to, or Kara would’ve followed her across the country, but when they’d met again… it had all come rushing back and left her breathless.

“No?”

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted this?” Kara asks, running a gentle hand down the kinks of Cat’s spine. “Regret will be the farthest thing from my mind.”

“I don’t know – you’ve never seen me in the mornings. Without this mask.” Cat waves a hand towards her face, and Kara doesn’t have the heart totell her that most of her make-up has already been worn away.

“I’ll still think you’re beautiful.” Kara thought it would be difficult, to be open and honest with Cat about her feelings, but when they’re like this, bare skin pressed together, and the memories of Cat’s moans ringing in her eyes, she finds that it’s easy. “And I’m allowed to spend the night?” She raises her eyebrows. “I thought you’d kick me out.”

“I’d never kick a superhero out of my bed,” Cat murmurs in response. “Especially not one who looks like you. You’ll be lucky if I let you leave at all.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mm.” Cat leans up to kiss her, and Kara smiles into it, hand curving over Cat’s hip. “Although I don’t think I can go another round tonight,” Cat continues when they part, hand covering Kara’s and squeezing gently. “Who knew that sweet, innocent Kara Danvers was so insatiable?”

“Only you,” Kara replies, because she’s never felt the way she’d felt tonight, like she’d never be able toget enough of Cat, filled with a desperate need to trace every inch of Cat’s body with hands and lips and teeth and tongue.

Cat shivers and Kara reaches down to pull up the sheets until she’s covered, and she smiles when Cat turns and presses her back to Kara’s chest before she’s reaching for Kara’s arm, pulling it around her waist, and Kara had never taken Cat for a cuddler but then, she’d never for a second imagined that Cat would ever want her, either.

“When do you have to go back to Washington?” Kara asks, before Cat has the chance to fall asleep, the question that’s been hanging over the bothof them all night.

“Two days,” is the soft reply, and it makes Kara grip Cat a little tighter, because she doesn’t know what happens when Cat goes back there, if they’ll continue this, Kara flying out whenever she can, or if this will be it, and if it is, she’s going to make the most of every moment they have togetherbefore Cat has to leave.

#supercat #supercat:minific #lockdown prompts #Anonymous

[ofendlesswonder]

25 and 26 super cat. Can it please be happy ending.

25. “I want an answer, goddammit!” & 26. “It wasyou the whole time.”

Cat’s hands are shaking as she pours herself a glassof wine, knowing that she’s going to need the liquid courage if she’s going to make it through the night.

“It’s gonna be fine, Mom.” Carter, towering over hernow at the grand old age of sixteen, all gangly limbs and messy curls, pulls her into a tight hug. “She’ll say yes.”

“I hope so.” Cat’s been married three times but she’snever proposed, and she’s hoping that the change will mean that her fourth marriage lasts for the rest of her life – this time she wants to say ‘til death do us part’ and mean it.

She and Kara have been together for three years,living together for eighteen months, and Cat’s been itching to propose for almost as long. She can’t wait to be able to call Kara her fiancée, her wife, and she prays that after tonight they’ll be on their way to a lifetime of married bliss.

Kara’s favourite food is keeping warm in the oven, ready for her arrival – she was supposed tobe there a couple of hours ago, but a Supergirl-related emergency had required her attention after she’d finished work, and the extra time waiting isn’texactly settling Cat’s nerves, and she’s grateful that Carter’s there to keep her calm.

“She will,” Carter assures her, squeezing her eventighter. “She’s crazy about you.”

Kara was crazy about Carter, too, and seeing the twoof them together never failed to warm Cat’s heart – Kara had accepted the both of them with open arms, as had the rest of her family and friends, and Catcouldn’t have asked for a better group of people surrounding Carter as he grew up.

The sound of the lock on the door clicking open sends a thrill of fear through Cat, and she isn’t like this, she doesn’t get nervous, but as Kara walks through the front door with a tired smile, Cat’s heart tattoos a frantic rhythm on her ribcage, butterflies swirling in her stomach.

“Hey.” Kara’s changed out of her suit, and she kicksoff her shoes before padding down the hall towards where Cat and Carter sit in the living room. “Alex is downstairs – she said you were spending the night ather place, Carter?”

“Yeah, there’s a new game we wanna play.” Carter and Alex have become closer than Cat could have ever anticipated, her son often spending the night with Kara’s sister and offering the two of them someprecious alone time.

It had been his suggestion to go to Alex’s the nightCat popped the question, so he didn’t ‘risk being scarred for life by their celebrations’, and so maybe he’d almost walked in on a few things that he shouldn’t have over the years, but Cat is sure he doesn’t need to be so dramatic about it.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Mom.” He gives her one lasthug and a kiss on the cheek, the ‘good luck’ clear for Cat to see in his eyes even if he didn’t dare say it aloud with Kara’s superhearing nearby. “Bye,Kara!” He hugs her on his way past, too, and then bounces out the front door with his backpack slung over his shoulders.

“I am exhausted,” Kara sighs, collapsing down beside Cat on the couch and resting her head on hershoulder.

“You get the bad guy?” Cat asks, amazed she can keep her voice steady when her throat feels so constricted, pressing a kiss to Kara’s forehead.

“Yeah. Is that lasagne I can smell?”

“Mhm – you want some?”

“In a minute.” Kara tugs Cat back down beside her when she goes to stand up. “Want a cuddle first.” She sounds tired, her eyes fluttering closed when Cat runs a hand through her hair, and she wonders if she’s going to have to scrap her whole plan in-case Kara falls asleep mid-speech.

Her stomach grumbles soon enough, though, and Cat manages to poke her awake for long enough to get to her eat, and she perks up when she’s offered a huge slice of chocolate cake from her favourite bakery for dessert.

“What did I do to deserve this?” Kara asks, after she’sdemolished her slice in the time it takes Cat to pick at half of hers (and really, with how nervous she feels, it’s a miracle she’s been able to eat at all). “Are you trying to butter me up? Give me some bad news?”

“No.” Cat knows that this is her moment, that Kara has given her a perfect opening, but the words stick in the back of her throat, her heart still beating rapid fire in her chest.

“Cat?” Kara tilts her head as she looks at her withconfusion. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“I can hear your heartbeat, you know,” Kara points out, frown deepening. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong, I’m just…” Cat trails off with a sigh, before reaching behind her and pulling free the little black box that’s been burning a hole in her pocket for the past few hours, and shifting so that she’s on one knee in-front of Kara, the movesurprisingly smooth considering she can’t stop shaking. “I just have something I want to ask you.”

“Oh.” Kara’s eyes are wide and shocked as they look down at her, and Cat draws strength from those familiar pools of blue, letting them ground her, letting the love she has for the woman she’s kneeling before take over.

“Kara, from the day I meant you, I knew you weresomething special. I never imagined just howspecial, or how much you’d come to mean to me, but I saw something in you since that very first day. You know I’ve been married before and it didn’t exactly work out - ”

“Luckily for me,” Kara cuts in, her smile soft, andCat matches it with one of her own.

“I always swore that I never wanted to get marriedagain, that I didn’t need to be in love, but then I started noticing my gorgeous assistant with the blue, blue eyes in ways that I knew I shouldn’t have, and realised that what I was looking for had been right in-front of my eyes – it was you the whole time. I don’t believe in soulmates or fate and destiny, but you make me want to.

“Every single day with you is an adventure – in moreways than one, thanks to those superpowers of yours – and I want a lifetime more of them with you by my side. I love you so much that honestly, it terrifies me, but I never want to let you go. Nothing would make me happier than having you as my wife – so, Kara Danvers Zor-El, will you marry me?”

Kara’s eyes are blurry with tears, and Cat reaches upto catch a few that slide down her cheeks as she waits for an answer, but instead of speaking, Kara leans forward and captures Cat’s lips in a kiss thatleaves Cat breathless, Kara’s fingers tangling in her hair.

“Is that a yes?” Cat asks, when they part, herbreathing ragged against Kara’s lips, because she needs to hear it. “I want an answer, goddammit!”

“Of course it’s a yes,” Kara laughs, kissing Catagain. “I love you, and I’d love nothing more than to be your wife.”

Cat leans away only for long enough to slip the ringonto Kara’s finger, pausing to admire it glinting in the light for a moment before she’s swept up by Kara’s strong arms, her legs wrapping around Kara’s waist as she heads towards their bedroom.

“Wait, we should call Carter and Alex,” Cat says,between the frantic kisses they trade on route to their bed. “Let them know you said yes.”

“We can call them in the morning,” Kara decides,dropping Cat into the centre of the bed and quickly following, pressing their bodies together. “But right now, there’s something else I’d rather be doing,which I’m sure they both understand – isn’t that why Carter is at Alex’s right now, anyway?”

Well, Cat can’t really argue with that logic, shesupposes, tangling her hands in Kara’s hair and happily surrendering to the feeling of soft hands and lips trailing over her skin.  

#supercat #supercat:minific #lockdown prompts #Anonymous

[ofendlesswonder]

Cat’s glued to her phone as she makes her regular morning stop off at the coffee shop that sits one block from the Daily Planet, frantically jotting down some thoughts about her latest article before they flee her mind.

It’s early, so there’s no queue, and she doesn’t look up as she stands behind the counter, the correct change already in hand.

“Latte, please,” she says, before the barista has the chance to ask for her order, and maybe it’s impolite but Cat, as always, is in a hurry, “make it hot.”

“Yes, ma’am.” The term makes Cat narrow her eyes, but she’s in the middle of an important sentence so she doesn’t berate them, just hands over her money and moves down to the other end of the counter to wait for her drink to be handed over.

“I’ve got a piping hot latte for the woman who never looks up from her phone?”

That makes Cat glance up, ready to snap something uncomplimentary, but the words die in her throat when she locks eyes with the grinning blonde behind the counter. She’s gorgeous, her blue eyes sparkling with mirth, and it isn’t often that Cat is rendered speechless but pretty women have always been her weakness.

“Ah, so you can separate yourself from your screen.” She hands over Cat’s drink, and Cat would swear that she felt sparks when their fingers brushed if the idea wasn’t ridiculous.

“I have important work to do.”

“Every single morning?” The woman asks, raising a disbelieving eyebrow. “I find that hard to believe.” She’s relaxed, her hands resting on the counter, and it’s really not fair, how cute she looks in that hideous uniform.

“You don’t know what I do,” Cat replies, her voice haughty, but it’s hard to inflect her usual iciness when she’s faced with such a disarming smile. “And do you know I’m like this every morning?”

“Because I’ve worked this shift for the past five weeks,” comes the reply, the woman smirking now, “and I’ve served you that latte every single day.”

“That’s not true,” Cat blinks, because there’s no way she’s been in the vicinity of this goddess and not noticed her.

“Uh-huh. You come in, I take your order, I hand you your drink, you leave without looking at me. It’s very bad for my self-esteem.” She’s pouting, just a little, and god damn it, that shouldn’t be so adorable.

“I wish I had noticed you sooner,” Cat murmurs, letting her eyes run down the slope of the baristas neck and over defined collarbones – it’s not subtle, but Cat has never been. “Believe me.”

“Oh yeah?” She’s smirking, now, and Cat wants to wipe it off her face, to gain the upper hand.

“Do you flirt with all of your customers?”

“Just the cute blonde ones.”

Cat opens her mouth, ready with a retort, but the bell above the door dings as another customer walks in. The pout returns to the baristas face, and Cat knows that their conversation is going to be cut short – and besides, she should really be sat at her desk already if she wants to continue to one-up Lois Lane.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, lady who never looks up from her phone,” the barista says, smiling as she starts to turn away.

“You can call me Cat – it’s much easier to say.”

“Alright, Cat.” Cat likes the way she says her name, like it’s a precious gift that’s been bestowed. “See you around.”

Cat is halfway to the door before she realises that she never found out the baristas name.

She half-turns, smirks when she sees the barista watching her leave, and just about manages to read the name on the tag on her apron.

Kara.

It suits her.

//

There’s a spring in Kara’s step when she opens up the coffee shop the next morning.

She’d been admiring Cat from afar since the first day she’d walked in (how could she not? The woman was beautiful, walked with a confidence that Kara would never possess, and the tiny frown she got between her eyebrows when she was really concentrating on what she was typing was beyond adorable), waiting for the opportunity to talk to her, but it never came.

Yesterday she’d been possessed with the need to try and get the other woman’s attention, and it had paid off even better than Kara could have dreamed, and she’s already looking forward to their next interaction.

Except it never comes.

Cat always walks in at precisely 7:25 (never a minute early, never a minute later, and Kara has often wonder how she does it), but the clock hits eight and there’s still no sign of Cat, and Kara’s mood turns a little sour.

“What’s up with you?” Her co-worker, Winn, asks when he arrives for the start of his shift. “You’re usually so… peppy.”

“Nothing,” Kara lies, because it would be ridiculous to admit aloud – her crush has been growing for weeks, but she’s only spoken to the woman once, after all – tries to distract herself by chatting away to the rest of the customers she has, but none of them give her the same exhilaration as talking to Cat had.

She’s in the back room on her break when Winn sticks his head through the door. “Hey, sorry to disturb you, but there’s a woman out here asking for you – apparently I don’t look like I can make a latte that’s up to her standards.”

“I’ll be out in a sec,” Kara says, chuckling, because she’s pretty sure she knows who’s going to be standing on the other side of the counter.

Sure enough, she comes face to face with Cat (who, for the first time in five weeks, hasn’t got a phone in her hand), her hands on her hips and her lips twitching into a smile when her eyes meet Kara’s.

“I thought when you didn’t show up this morning that I might’ve scared you off yesterday,” Kara murmurs when she hands over Cat’s drink, keeping her voice low to avoid Winn – who out of the corner of her eye, she can see shooting them curious glances – overhearing.

“Not at all.” Cat’s eyes are apologetic as she leans a hip against the counter, and Kara is glad that it’s quiet, that she can focus her attention on Cat, and she’s wearing a blouse with an extra button un-done and the expanse of creamy skin it reveals is distracting. “My boss sent me across town this morning for an interview.”

“Ah, yes, that important work you keep mentioning.”

“I’m a reporter.”

“You work for the Daily Planet?” Kara walks past the building every morning on her way to the coffee shop. “My cousin’s an intern there. Clark?”

“He’s very nice, but his taste in women is appalling.” Cat’s nose wrinkles in distaste. “Luckily, that doesn’t seem to run in the family.” There’s that confidence again, a lazy smile on Cat’s mouth, and Kara wonders what it would feel like to lean over the counter and kiss it away.

“I have exceptional taste in women,” Kara replies, and behind her, she hears Winn drop something, turns to find him hastily looking away.

Kara isn’t usually this bold, doesn’t know where it’s come from, but Cat makes her want to be, brings it out of her, and she’s glad that she’s able to pull it off without making a complete fool out of herself.

Or so she hopes, anyway.

The shop is getting a little busier, and it’s with some sense of regret that Kara realises she should probably give Winn a hand instead of flirting with Cat.

“I should probably,” she gestures behind her with her thumb, “get back to it. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Barring any emergencies, yes.”

“Bye, Cat.” Kara gives her a little wave, watches her go with a dopey smile on her face that quickly slides off when she turns and finds Winn waggling his eyebrows at her. “What?”

“What was that?”

“What do you mean?” Kara grabs a receipt and starts to make a cappuccino as Winn takes the next customer’s order.

“You know what I mean.”

“We were just talking.”

“Yeah,” Winn scoffs, “and having sex with her with your eyes.”

“I was not!”

“Oh, you were. And hey, I don’t blame you,” Winn says with a shrug. “She’s hot. If a little mean. She didn’t like my cardigan.” He tugs at the sleeve of it, and Kara doesn’t know how he wears it beneath his apron when it gets so warm behind the counter.

“They’re not for everyone,” Kara admits, because some of them are a little loud, but they suits Winn’s personality just fine.

“So, are you gonna ask her out?”

“I don’t know,” Kara shrugs, because harmless flirting is one thing but asking Cat out on her date is something else entirely. “What if she doesn’t say yes?”

“Kara, I saw the way she was looking at you,” Winn says, his gaze unusually serious. “There is no way in hell she’d turn you down.”

//

When Cat steps into the coffee shop the following Wednesday morning, she’s greeted with the melodic sound of Kara’s laughter, feels a twinge of irrational jealousy when she sees the easy smile on the barista’s face as she talks to a woman leaning her arms casually on the counter.

“Hey, Cat.” It’s been over a week since they first started talking, and Cat has enjoyed spending a few minutes talking to Kara each morning, and as she walks through the door, Kara turns to Cat with her usual radiant smile. “The usual?”

“With an extra shot of espresso, please.” The other woman doesn’t move, takes a sip from the cup in her hand and Cat eyes her warily as she stands beside her – she’s pretty, her brunette hair cut short and framing her face, and Cat wonders if she’s been an idiot, for thinking that she was the only customer that Kara flirted with.

Maybe she just wanted to get a bigger tip.

“Oh, crap.” The other woman glances down at her phone. “I’d better get going, or I’m gonna be late – you coming over for dinner tonight?”

“Of course.” Kara hands Cat her latte before letting the other woman pull her into a tight hug, and the kiss that she presses to the brunette’s cheek makes Cat’s stomach twist. “See you then.”

“Love you, have a good day!” Cat blinks after the other woman with something like betrayal sitting in her chest, and tries not to feel outraged when she turns back to Kara and sees an amused smile on her mouth.

“There’s really no reason to be jealous of my sister, you know,” she says, thinly-veiled glee in her voice, and Cat narrows her eyes into a glare.

“I was not jealous.”

“Oh, you totally were.” Kara’s eyes are sparkling. “It was cute.”

“How was I supposed to know she was your sister?”

“You could’ve asked,” Kara points out. “Isn’t that what you do, as a reporter? Ask questions?” She’s teasing, and Cat usually hates that but somehow, from Kara, she likes it. “Not jump to conclusions?”

“There was no jumping.”

“Please. If you had heat vision, I think Alex’s head would have exploded.”

“Would not,” Cat mutters, feeling a little embarrassed, and Kara’s laughter is music to her ears.

“It so would have.” Kara’s glee is infectious, and Cat’s never felt like this before, so drawn to a woman she barely knows, and she can’t believe that it’s only been a few days since they first spoke, because she feels like they’ve known one another for an eternity. “You got a busy day today? From my experience, an extra shot of espresso first thing in the morning usually has a reasoning behind it.”

“I had a late night,” Cat admits. “And a tight deadline.” She knows she works ridiculous hours, but she loves her job and she knows that one day, when she’s at the top of her media empire, it will pay off. “And I should probably be getting to the office to make sure my editor has no issue with it going to print,” she adds, when she glances at her watch – she’s usually at her desk by 7:30, but the temptation to linger and talk to Kara is overwhelming, and she’s been getting in later and later each morning.

Maybe she should start coming in earlier.

“And I should probably start getting ready for the morning rush.” Kara’s eyes are soft as she waves goodbye. “Have a good day, Cat. Enjoy your coffee.”

It seems like an odd comment to make, but Cat thinks nothing of it – until she sets her cup down and sits at her desk, and notices the words scrawled across the cup.

It’s a phone number, along with Kara’s name, and the sweet message ‘call me, if you want?’ with the letters seeming like they were written by a shaking hand.

Her smile is wide and stays on her face for most of the morning, prompting Lois Lane to ask her three times if she’s feeling okay.

//

Kara grins when she receives a message from an unknown number later that day.

I bet this is how you give your number to all of the girls.

She’s just finished her shift and is walking back to her apartment, and not even the light drizzle of rain can wipe the smile off of her face as she reads Cat’s words.

She’d been nervous about giving Cat her number, has tried to ask for it several times over the past week, has tried to ask her out several times, but she’s never quite had the courage, had thought that writing on the cup was probably a little cliché, but also her best bet of actually going through with it.

Only the ones I really like, she replies, and it’s easier to be bold when Cat isn’t standing right in front of her, even if waiting for the response is more than a little nerve-wracking.

I only flirt with baristas I really like, too. Kara reads the message as she’s going up the stairs of her apartment block, nearly trips and drops her phone, feeling like a teenager with their first crush as euphoria spreads through her body.

Want to hang out sometime? Somewhere that’s not at my work?

I’d let you come to mine but I think people would talk, and I have a reputation to uphold.

Oh yeah? And what kind of reputation is that?

Ice queen. Kara would find that hard to believe from her interactions with Cat, had it not been so long since the woman had actually noticed her.

She knows that it would be easy to interpret it as rude, but Kara thinks that Cat was just genuinely that involved in her work – she can see her passion for it, the drive to succeed, and she admires it, thinks it’s the same way she feels about art.

(She just wishes that it paid enough to be a full-time job, so she didn’t also have to be a barista, but then she supposes if that were the case, she never would have met Cat).

And I’d compromise that?

I don’t act like an ice queen when I’m around you. As much as they’ve flirted with one another, they’ve never directly alluded to having feelings, and Kara loves how candid Cat is being, that she’s so direct.

So, we’ve established that neither mine nor your workplace is suitable for a date – how about I take you out to dinner?

Who said it was a date? For a moment, Kara freezes, wonders if she’s misunderstood, or if Cat’s just teasing her.

Do you not want it to be a date? She taps her hands against the side of her phone as she waits anxiously for a reply.

I was kidding! Dinner sounds good. Friday night? It seems agonisingly far away, but Kara could probably do with a couple of days cushion to figure out where the hell she’d actually take Cat.

Sounds perfect.

#supercat #supercat:minific #i started writing this for supercat week but thought i may as well share it instead of having it just sit on my computer #some yelling might persuade me to do a part two idk #coffee shop au

[ofendlesswonder]

Could you please do 3, 12, 17, 39, 42, or any combination thereof for Supercat? (Inspiration if you want it - I've always been curious about what happened after the fade-to-black from the scene where Kara cut her finger in Cat's office.) Thank you!

12.“Are you okay?” & 39. “It just… hurts.” & 42. “Why are you shaking?”

 “I’m bleeding.” Kara stared at the beads of blood running down her finger with a frown on her face, the sensation foreign. 

She knew what it was like to bleed from when she was a child, had seen Alex with scraped knees and bloodied hands more times than she could count during her time on Earth, but it was another thing entirely to watch it happening to herself, when it was something that hadn’t been physically possible since she’d left Krypton. 

The pain was minimal, just a flash of sensation that quickly faded, dread quickly taking its place because the fact that her skin was no longer impenetrablecouldn’t be a good thing.  

“I told you to be careful.” Cat’s voice was laced with exasperation as she observed Kara from behind her desk, but Kara couldn’t tear her gaze away fromher hand to look at her. “Keira?” Cat’s voice turned concerned at Kara’s non-responsiveness. “Are you okay?” 

“I… I don’t know.” She must look slightly unhinged, staring as beads of red ran down her finger and across the palm of her hand, but she was transfixed by the sight, by the utter impossibility that this was happening. 

“Honestly, Keira, you look like you’ve never seen blood before. Come here, quickly, before you bleed all over my couch.”

Cat beckoned her over, and Kara obeyed, because Cat was someone she was powerless to resist, allowed herself to be ushered into the private bathroom that adjourned Cat’s office. 

She’d never been in there before, and she struggled not to stare as Cat guided her over to the sink. 

The hand on Kara’s elbow was warm, heavy, and the sensation of it felt different, felt more, somehow, and Kara realised that she wasn’t having to dim hersenses, that she was just feeling, like a human would, and she didn’t know if the knowledge should be exhilarating or terrifying. 

“Under,” Cat instructed, taking Kara’s wrist and pressing her hand under the spray of water from the faucet. 

It was warm, but Kara shivered, and when she tried to surreptitiously glance over the frames of her glasses to see if her x-ray vision was intact she found that it wasn’t and felt panic flutter through her chest. 

Because it was confirmation that her powers were gone, and she had no idea how or why or what she could do to get them back. 

“Keira? Why are you shaking?” Cat was frowning up at her, and Kara had to fight not to let herself get lost in hazel eyes – they were close, much closer than they usually where, and without having her senses dulled, Kara was overwhelmed by the heat of Cat’s body, by the scent of her perfume, hoped that Cat couldn’t feel the frantic beat of her pulse in her wrist. 

She’d had a crush on Cat since before she’d even gotten this job, but she knew nothing could ever happen, so she pushed those feelings deep down, terrified of what Cat would do if she ever found out.

She was so used to doing it, so used to suppressing her powers, forcing herself not to notice anything about Cat that she shouldn’t, that it was overwhelming to suddenly feel so much.

She’d had no idea she was so numbed to the outside world until this moment, no idea how much she’d refused to let herself feel, and the force of it took her breath away. 

“I… it just… hurts.” It was a lame excuse, and a lie (she felt very little pain at all, knew that the cut wasn’t deep), but it was the only thing she could think of when she felt dizzy, caught in the path of Cat’s gaze. 

“It’s just a scratch,” Cat huffed, but there was concern in her eyes as she switched off the water, Kara’s hand toward her and glancing at it with a critical eye. “You’ll live,” Cat decided, before dropping Kara’s arm. “I think I have a first aid kitaround here somewhere.”

There was one under the sink, and Kara allowed Cat to retrieve a plaster and stick it to her skin. It was nice, to feel looked after, to have it be Cat lookingafter her, and Kara decided that if she was going to lose her powers and start to spiral out of control, she was glad she’d had Cat around when ithappened. 

“There.” Cat’s voice was quiet, and she looked up at Kara through her lashes, and Kara wondered what it would be like, if she were ever brave enough to curl ahand around her cheek and tilt Cat’s head up so that she could kiss her.

She wondered how different a kiss would feel, when she could truly let herself drown in the sensation.

“Think you can manage to finish out the day after such extensive blood loss, or do I need to send you home?” Cat asked, her voice tinged with that trademark sarcasm, and Kara’s lips curved into a smile because she loved it when Cat was like this, laidback and teasing.

“I think it’ll be tough,” Kara replied, voice serious, “but I’m sure I can power through.”

#supercat #supercat:minific #statuepuppie

[ofendlesswonder]

22 and 100 for SuperCat because we all know how good you are at angst. Welcome back, friend.

22. “What if one day I wake up and you don’t?” & 100. “I’m fine with where I am now.”

“We really need to stop doing this.” Cat’s voice was quiet, her head turned to face Kara in the hotel bed they’d just spent the last two hours in, and Kara thought that Cat’s words would be much more convincing if her hair wasn’t still mussed from Kara’s hands, her lips red and kiss-swollen, and sweat still cooling on her skin.

Kara paused the movement of her fingers, drawing circles on the bare skin of Cat’s back, and arched a questioning eyebrow. “Why? These nights are the highlight of my week.”

“Exactly.” Cat shifted, tugging at the covers until they were wrapped around her, like she was suddenly modest when less than an hour ago she’d had a knee on either side of Kara’s head. “This isn’t good for you.You should be dating. Spending time with people your own age.”

“Where has this come from?” Kara asked, frowning – they’d been doing this for months, and Kara hadn’t noticed any change in Cat’s demeanour when she’d arrived earlier that night.

(This being spending the night together, tangled up in hotel sheets – it had started after a chance meeting when Cat had briefly returned to National City, and without the barrier of boss/employee between them, it had been easy to give in to thesimmering tension that had always been there, crackling in the air, and Cat was so absolutely intoxicating that it was more than worth it to make the flight from National City to Washington D.C. several nights a month.

It wasn’t a perfect arrangement, by any means – Kara would love to see Cat more, but her life is in D.C., now, and there was no way Kara couldleave her home, so they made it work, and they never talk about it, the fact that their visits were becoming more and more frequent, and it was harder toleave each and every single time).

“This is the fourth time I’ve seen you in the last twoweeks.” That was true, but Kara hadn’t realised that it was a problem – Cat had never complained before. “You need to rest, Kara. Spend some time with yourfamily and your friends. You’re going to burn yourself out.”

“No, I won’t,” Kara assured her, wishing that Cat’s eyes weren’t so guarded. “And I don’t want tospend time with anyone else. I’m fine with where I am right now.” The words were soft, and it was probably the closest that Kara had ever come to admitting how much Cat meant to her.

Usually, it was easy to push her feelings down when they were together – she could distract herself by drowning in Cat, by tracing every inch of her body with lips and teeth and tongue – but afterwards, when she was back in her apartment and lying in bed alone, all she could think about was Cat, wishing more than anything that the other woman was there beside her.

“You shouldn’t be. You could have so much more than this.” Cat gestured between the two of them with a wave of her hand. “You deserve so much more than this.”

I want that with you, threatened to spill from Kara’s lips, but she bit back the words before theycould fall off her tongue.

“Where has this come from?” Kara repeated, frown deepening, hating the way Cat refused to meet her gaze.

“It’s been on my mind for a long time.”

“How long?”

“We never should have started this,” Cat said, instead of answering the question. “It was a mistake.”

“No, it wasn’t.” Kara shuffled closer, curling a hand around Cat’s cheek and tilting her chin up, forcing their eyes to lock. “Don’t say that. And don’t you dare try to tell me what’s best for me. I want to be here,with you. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

“And what if one day you’re not here?” Cat asked, and the intensity of her gaze was dizzying. “What if one day I wake up, and you don’t?”

“What?” Kara’s frown turned into one of complete and utter confusion, not understanding the turn the conversation has taken.

“What am I supposed to without you?” That was a whisper, so quiet that Kara barely heard the words, and a part of her wondered if she was even supposed to – it was more vulnerability than Cat had ever dared to show in-front of her before.

“You don’t ever have to find out,” Kara promised, but Cat shook her head.

“You can’t be sure of that. I saw the news footage of your fight yesterday – you fell into the ocean. No-one saw you surface.”

“Is that what this is about?” Kara asked, incredulous. “Cat, that was nothing. That was just a typical day at the office.” She chuckled, but it just made Cat bristle. “I’m fine,” she told her, voice earnest, and she reached for Cat’s hand and pressed it against her heart. “See? Still beating.”

“Does anyone know where you go when you come here? Does anyone know about this? Would there be anyone to tell me, if something did happen to you?”

“I didn’t know you cared this much.” She didn’t mean it to be malicious – she just thought that to Cat, this didn’t mean anything, that it was simply a way to scratch an itch, that she got off on the fact that she was bedding the girl of steel – but Cat stiffened beneath her touch.

“Of course I care about you.” Cat looked offended by the mere suggestion.

“You’ve never said that,” Kara pointed out, running a thumb along the slope of Cat’s cheek. “We don’t really talk much.”

“No.” Cat turned her head to press a soft kiss to the palm of Kara’s hand. “Perhaps it’s time to change that. Perhaps it's time to admit that this has been about more than sex for me for a long time.” Thatvulnerability was back in Cat’s eyes, and this was the most honest that Kara thought they’d ever been.

“It has for me, too.” Cat’s smile was soft, and Kara wiped it away with a kiss, pulling Cat close. “I think I’m falling for you.” It was easier to admit that when she could breathe the words against the top of Cat’shead, and not look her in the eye.

“I’m falling for you, too,” came the whispered reply, Cat’s lips pressed against Kara’s neck, and Kara was filled with so much happiness that it was a wonder she didn’t float toward the ceiling.

It was something that they were going to have to talk about more (and Kara knew she would have to have a… difficult conversation with her sister soon, because Cat was right and someone probably should know about this so that she could be informed if anything terrible did happen), but for now, she was content to hold Cat in her arms, to allow her eyes to close, falling asleep from the first time wrapped in Cat’s embrace.

#supercat #supercat:minific #considering the prompts this is actually not that angsty lol #i've been trying to write in past tense recently #hopefully you don't hate the change in style! #Anonymous

[ofendlesswonder]

8 and 67 is surely bound to produce something angsty?? 😂

I would just like it to be noted that you asked for angst, and I have tried to deliver!

8. “This isn’t what I wanted.” & 67. “If you don’t want to talk about it then say so. Don’t lie and pretend to be fine when you clearly aren’t.”

Kara’s mid-conversation with James when she caught a glimpse of Cat from across the room, finding herself distracted for one long moment by the sight of the other woman wearing a striking red dress in honour of the annual CatCo Christmas party.

Kara had never liked them – it was a stressful event to plan, and Cat’s mood soured in the weeks leading up to it as it got to her, and Kara was the one who had to deal with the fallout.

This year, her techniques for handling Cat’s stress were somewhat… different, since the two of them had started sleeping together a few weeks ago.

It had started with a kiss one night that they’d been working late, and they’d been meeting under cover of darkness ever since. It was a secret that Kara hadn’t told a single soul, because Cat was still her boss, and she was a little terrified of the reaction from her family and friends if they ever found out – especially Alex, considering how wary she was of Cat finding out about Kara’s identity.

It meant that they weren’t attending the party together, and both had separate dates – Kara had gone with James as friends, and Cat had brought along some lawyer that Kara wasn’t familiar with.

As she watched them from across the room, his arm slid around Cat’s body to sit low on the small of her back. Kara’s eyes narrowed and she had to take a deep breath and remind herself to keep calm, lest she accidentally use her heat vision and chop off his arm.

It hurt, to see Cat with someone else, to watch her with him and know that it was something they’d never have – Cat didn’t care what other people thought of her but Kara knew that the articles that would emerge if the media ever found out that she was sleeping with her much younger assistant could endanger her hold on CatCo, especially in the wake of the recent hostile takeover.

She could never be on Cat’s arm at an event like this, they could never been in a relationship beyond what they already had, snapshots of time together when Cat wasn’t working or Supergirl wasn’t needed, falling into bed together and trading hasty kisses like they were never sure if they’d get the chance to do it again.

It hurt, because Kara would love nothing more than to be able to call Cat her own. She’d had a crush on Cat for years, had never dreamed it could be returned, and when she’d discovered that it was she’d been overjoyed, because she’d thought that it would be the start of something more.

She’d never been in a relationship before, never been in love, but she thought she might be falling for Cat, hard and fast and so quickly that by the time she’d realised, it was too late to escape unscathed.

She was in deep, desperately craving something that she knew she could never truly have, not the way she wanted it.

“You okay, Kara?” James frowned down at her in concern, and Kara realised that she hadn’t heard a word that he’d said for the past five minutes.

“Sorry, I totally zoned out for a minute there.” Her smile was sheepish as she glanced up at him. “What were you saying?”

“It doesn’t matter,” he said, still looking at her with worry in her eyes. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“I’m - ” She was about to say fine, but the word died in her throat when she looked toward Cat once more, and found her date leaning in for a kiss.

Kara couldn’t look away, certain that Cat would turn her head so that his lips would graze her cheek, but she didn’t, and Kara was forced to watch them kiss, and time seemed to slow down because it felt like their lips were joined for hours, and Kara saw red.

The champagne flute she’d been holding shattered in her grip, shards flying everywhere and the liquid within splashing over her dress, but Kara barely noticed – the noise seemed deafeningly loud, attracting the attention of several people around them, but all Kara could see was Cat, who’d leapt back from her date like she’d been burned, her eyes meeting Kara’s across the room.

“Oops!” Kara tore her gaze away from Cat, because she couldn’t stand to look at her, and whenever she blinked all she could see was the two of them kissing, and she knew she wouldn’t be over that image for a long, long time, and surely it shouldn’t hurt this much, when they weren’t even properly together in the first place. “God, I’m so clumsy.” Kara tried to brush it off, but her voice was an octave higher than normal, and while it fooled most of those around her, whose attention quickly moved away from her, James was looking even more worried. “I should probably go clean myself up.”

He looked like he was going to stop her from slipping away but she was too quick, melting into the crowd and heading out of the ballroom that hosted the event. She had no intention of going to the bathroom, was already planning on leaving because she didn’t want to spend another second in that room, didn’t want to have to look at Cat again, didn’t want to be confronted by the image of what she could never have.

She was almost at the exit when she heard a voice call her name, and she was tempted to just ignore it, but Cat was quick, despite her heels, and a hand wrapped around Kara’s upper arm before she could make it outside.

“Where are you going?” Cat asked, sounding annoyed. “You can’t leave. I need my assistant with me until the end of the night.”

Kara scoffed, because really? She wasn’t on the clock tonight, and hadn’t ever been expected to be in work mode at this event in any of its previous years. “No, you don’t.”

“I want you there, then.” Cat’s voice was a little softer, the hand still wrapped around Kara’s bicep squeezing gently, but Kara shook her head.

“You’ve got a funny way of showing it,” Kara muttered, and she knew she was being a brat but she was hurting, and she didn’t know how to look Cat in the eye.

“We are not doing this here,” Cat said, with a glance over her shoulder, and Kara knew that Cat was just as worried about Kara’s reputation as her own but it still stung, to know that she was something that had to be kept behind closed doors.

“You’re right, we’re not, because I’m leaving.” She shrugged off Cat’s grip easily before turning on her heel and stalking away, ignoring the sound of Cat calling her name from behind her.

She didn’t go home – she changed into her suit and she took to the skies, circling the city and flying as fast as she could, as though she could outrun her thoughts. She prayed for a distraction, a sudden wave of crime, perhaps, but the city was quiet, and she was left disappointed, returning to her apartment a few hours later feeling no better.

She checked her phone in the hope that she might have a missed call or a text from Cat, but there was nothing, and Kara had to be careful not to crack the screen with how hard she gripped the device, fighting the urge to fling it at the nearest wall.

She tried to sleep, but her mind was filled with thoughts of Cat, with the horrific thought that across town, she might be crawling into bed with someone else.

It was a restless night, and she had to go to work the following morning, and she knew that it would be her biggest challenge yet, to keep things professional around Cat in-front of the rest of the office.

There were bags under Cat’s eyes when she stepped off of her elevator, and if she was surprised to see Kara waiting for her with her usual latte, she didn’t show it. She didn’t say anything as she took the coffee and stalked into her office, and Kara thought that it was going to be a long day.

Cat spent most of it avoiding her, which suited Kara just fine – it wasn’t until late that night, once most of the bullpen had gone home, that Kara found herself alone with Cat for the first time that day.

She felt awkward, stepping into Cat’s office, in a way she hadn’t since her first few weeks in the job, when she hadn’t been sure how to act around but it felt similar now, because after last night, Kara didn’t know where she stood, how they salvaged things and moved forward.

“The layouts are - ”

“I don’t care about the fucking layouts,” Cat snapped, cutting Kara off mid-sentence, and when Kara glanced up from her shoes she found Cat rubbing her temples, looking completely and utterly exhausted. “Balcony, now.”

Kara obeyed, because she never knew how to refuse Cat, and followed the other woman into the cool night air, eyes falling on the gorgeous view of the city spread out before them.

“I don’t like the way we left things last night,” Cat started, sliding the balcony door shut behind her before settling herself on one of the outdoor couches. “I don’t like the fact that you walked out like that.”

“What did you expect me to do?” Kara asked, folding her arms across her chest and leaning back against the balcony railing, staying on her feet. “You made it very clear that we couldn’t talk there.”

“But that didn’t mean that I didn’t want to talk about it at all.”

“What’s there to talk about, anyway?” Kara asked, purposefully keeping her voice light despite the fact that on the inside, she felt like she was breaking. “You looked like you had a wonderful evening with your date. I’m happy for you.”

Cat stared at her like she didn’t recognise her, and if she was being honest, Kara barely recognised herself. She wasn’t like this, bitter and aloof and sarcastic, but Cat had hurt her, and a part of her wanted to return the favour.

“Why are you being like this?” Cat asked, frowning. “He kissed me, not the other way around.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Kara shrugged. “You can kiss whoever you want.” They’d never discussed exclusivity (never discussed anything, really – their time together was so limited that talking was never really a feature). “It’s fine.”

“Please,” Cat scoffed, eyes flashing with annoyance and then she was rising fluidly to her feet and advancing on Kara with quick, angry steps. “If you don’t want to talk about it then say so. Don’t lie and pretend that you’re fine when you’re clearly not.”

“What do you want me to say, Cat?”

“The truth?”

“Okay, the truth is it hurt last night to see you kissing him. Not because I’m naïve enough to think that just because we’re sleeping together means that we’re exclusive, but because… because I know we’ll never have that. When we started this, I didn’t… the sneaking around and the secrets and the lies and the hiding behind closed doors… this isn’t what I wanted.” Her voice was soft, and the words were laced with pain and Cat had asked for the truth but Kara didn’t think she was ready for it, but the dam had broken and she couldn’t keep the words at bay. “I wanted more than that. I wanted everything you could give.”

“This is all I can give.” Cat sounded anguished, and when she reached out to take Kara’s hands in her own, Cat’s hands shook. “We can’t go public, Kara. You know why.”

“What if I don’t care about my reputation?”

“I do. I’m not letting you ruin your career for me, no matter how much I want you.” The words made Kara’s heart ache, because it was the first time that Cat had admitted how she felt – Kara knew there was an attraction, obviously (it was there in the careful way Cat touched her, like she’d never get enough, in the desperation of her kisses and the way her body reacted to Kara’s hands on her skin), but it was different, to know that there was something deeper there, too.

But it was cruel in a way, because they could have so much, if only things were different.

“So where does that leave us?” Kara posed the question even though she was afraid of the answer, and Cat sighed, heavy and tired.

“I don’t know.”

#supercat #supercat:minific #you shouldn't request angsty things you guys #i enjoy hurting you too much lol

[ofendlesswonder]

13. for supercat? thank you and lots of love for your writing!!!!!

This is set in the Never Say Never universe, about 9 years after the epilogue. Hope you enjoy!

13. “Who did this?”

“Hi, beautiful,” Kara answered her phone on the second ring when she saw Cat’s name on the screen, smiling as she relaxed back into her office chair. “How’s yo - ”

“Something’s happened to Carter,” Cat interrupted her, voice strained and anxious, and Kara’s stomach flipped, mind flashing through any number of horrible scenarios, each worse than the last. “At school. I’m leaving the office now, but you’re closer.”

“I’m already on my way.” Kara didn’t hesitate for a moment, already logging off her computer and shrugging into her coat.

“You’re not busy?”

“I’m only grading papers, I don’t have any classes for the rest of the day.” The admin side of being an associate professor wasn’t her favourite, but she loved her students and she loved teaching, and she’d worked her ass off to get this position, wouldn’t change it for the world. “Did they say what the problem was?”

“No, just that we needed to go in.”

“Well, I should be there in a couple of minutes.” Carter’s elementary school wasn’t far away from the NCU campus, and Kara usually dropped him off on her way to work each morning. “I’ll see you soon.”

She hung up when she reached her car, trying not to let her panic affect her driving as she pulled out of her parking space and made the now-familiar drive.

It wasn’t the first time that she and Cat had been called to the school – Carter was their wonderful boy, but he struggled socially, and Kara knew that he was picked on by some of the other kids.

When she arrived, the receptionist was quick to buzz her in and motion toward the principal’s office down the hall. There were several chairs placed outside the closed door, all of them occupied – two sullen boys sat next to their parents, and in the corner, Carterwas huddled into a chair, his favourite teacher, Miss Edwards, sat beside him.

“Carter?” Kara called, falling to her knees in-front of her son (she’d thought of him as her son for almost the entirety of her and Cat’s relationship, and they’d made it official on their wedding day, when Kara had officially adopted him). “Are you okay?”

He refused to look at her, and Kara understood why when she gently tilted his chin up to look at her – his left eye was red and swollen, and there was dried blood on his cheek, his lip split, and Kara’s blood boiled at the sight of her gorgeous boy injured.

“What happened?” She asked, eyes flitting to his teacher when Carter didn’t answer. “Who did this?” She turned toward the other two boys, gaze zeroing in on the hands of one of them, his knuckles bruised – when he saw her looking he quickly hid his hands in the pockets of his trousers. “How did this happen?”

“I’m sure they were just messing around,” one of the boy’s fathers said, and his chuckle made Kara want to punch him. “Right, boys?” He nudged his sonwith his elbow, but the kid didn’t answer.

“Carter, talk to me,” Kara pleaded, because he was worrying her, being so quiet – he usually was around unfamiliar people, but with her he was always a chatterbox, had been ever since that first day they’d met, when they’d bonded over space and dinosaurs.

Back then, he’d been easy to protect, being so small and sticking close to her side, but now, let loose onthe world on his own, gaining his independence, it was harder for her to look out for him.

“I’m okay, Mom,” he said, his voice quiet, but he still wouldn’t quite look her in the eye. “Is… Momma’s notcoming, is she?” He did look up then, his eyes worried.

“Yeah, bud. She’s the one who called me.”

“Oh, no, she’s going to cause a scene, you have to - ” Carter was cut off by the sound of a door slamming and the click of high heels of the wooden floor, Cat storming into the waiting area a moment later.

Cat still had an effect on Kara whenever she walked into a room, despite spending nine years together. She still looked amazing, still ran her media empire and managed to be a wonderful mother and wife, and Kara felt like the luckiest woman alive because she got to fall asleep with Cat in her arms every night.

Cat took one look at Carter and Kara watched the fury bloom across her face – she was beautiful, as deadly as a hurricane, and Kara felt sorry for anyone who was about to get in her way.

“Carter, what happened?” She knelt down beside Kara and took her son’s hands gently in her own, inspecting the damage to his face closely. “Did those boys hit you?”

“Hey, now,” the father from before interjected, frowning toward Cat, “I don’t think we should be throwing around accusations until we find out exactly what happened.”

“I think it’s fairly obvious whathappened,” Cat snapped, her tone acidic as she turned to the man, her eyes flashing dangerously, “considering my son’s blood is quite literally on yours’ hands.”

“We don’t know what happened,” he countered, and Kara thought he really ought to shut up before Cat rounded on him in her full glory. “We don’t know what was said, or - ”

“I don’t care what was said – violence is never the answer.”

The principal’s door opened before the exchange could get any more heated, and Kara recognised the middle-aged man from her last visit to the school. “Ah, good, now that you’re all here, could Iplease talk to all of the parents?”

Cat looked torn between her son and the principal, and Kara reached out to squeeze her hand. “I’ll stay with him,” she offered, because she knew Cat would want to make sure those boys were suitably punished, and Kara was probably the most likely to coax Carter’s version of events from him.

Once the parents had disappeared, Kara glanced toward Miss Edwards. “Is there a place I can take him to talk?” She glanced meaningful at the other two boys, and the teacher nodded, waving Karatoward a meeting room further down the hall. “Okay, buddy,” Kara said once they were inside, “talk to me.”

“It was nothing.” Carter was fidgety, but Kara wasn’t having it, wasn’t leaving this room until she had thefull story.

“Nothing?” Kara repeated, incredulous. “Carter, have you looked in a mirror? That’s not nothing. You couldhave been seriously hurt.”

“But I’m fine,” he huffed, and Kara got a glimpse of him as a haughty teenager, and wasn’t sure she was ready for the years to come.

“I just want to know what happened,” Kara’s voice turned pleading. “So I can make sure it never happens again.”

“I…” Carter sighed, too heavy, too weary, and Kara’s heart broke for him. “They’ve been annoying me for weeks, making comments whenever I walked past but I always ignored them like you and Momma taught me.”

“What kind of comments?”

“About…” He trailed off, chewing on his bottom lip. “About you and Momma.” Kara didn’t need him to elaborate to know what kind of comments they might be – she’d seen enough of them in the mediaover the past few years. “About how I must be gay, too, only they didn’t say it that nicely.”

Kara could imagine only too well what they might have said, instead.

“Today they cornered me at lunch and I’d just had enough.” His hands curled into fists, and Kara squeezed his shoulder gently. “I tried to shovepast them but they didn’t like that very much. And then… then I said that considering they were so against gay people they sure seemed to be veryinterested in me and then Sam hit me.”

“Jesus,” Kara breathed, because no twelve year old should have to deal with that. “I’m so sorry, Carter. None of that is okay. I had no idea things were so bad for you here.”

“It’s not so bad usually,” Carter shrugged, brushing it off. “It doesn’t happen all the time.”

“It shouldn’t happen at all,” Kara insisted, and she knew that Cat would be saying the same just down the hall.

When Cat strode through the door a few minutes later, her eyes were blazing with anger, and Kara knew that things hadn’t gone too well. “We’re leaving.”

In the car, Kara discovered that neither of the two boys were going to be excluded, despite Cat’s insistence, and Kara wouldn’t be surprised if her wife was already considering other school’s that they could send Carter too, instead.

Cat’s anger was still crackling through her by the time they got to their home, and when Carter disappeared to his room to clean himself up, Kara wrapped her arms around her wife’s waist andpulled her close, feeling Cat relax in her grip.

“He’s too young to have to deal with this,” Cat murmured, leaning her head back against Kara’s shoulder. “Our baby boy.”

“He’s not a baby anymore.” Kara nuzzled into Cat’s cheek before pressing a kiss to her skin. “But no, he shouldn’t.”

“What are we going to do?”

“In the long run? I don’t know.” They watched Carter wander back into the living room and settle down on the couch. “But for right now, I vote we curl up on the couch and watch his favourite movies and eat ice cream and just them him know that we’re here forhim.”

And that’s exactly what they did – by the end of the night, Carter’s laughter echoed around the apartment as he easily beat both of his mothers at Mario Kart and Kara didn’t know what wouldhappen when he went back to school tomorrow, but she knew that no matter what, they’d be okay.

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