"I have news, everyone! Kara and I are dating!" Mon-El said at the DEO headquarters, spreading his arms wide and smiling.

Winn and Alex raised their eyebrows.

"You do know I'll have to report this to H.R., don't you?" J'onn asked Mon-El. "You'll have to sit through a mind-numbingly boring seminar about proper etiquette. And, Mon-El, your shouting match with Kara the other day was not that."

Mon-El turned to Kara, looking for backup.

"I mean, it's kind of true," Kara muttered, already regretting having slept with Mon-El last night… especially considering how he had just told everyone they were dating when she had specifically told him not to. They weren't even really official yet, but he had just made them that.

"You should consider yourselves lucky! On Daxam, we threw parties when people got together," Mon-El said, chuckling. "Boy, those were awesome."

"What, like, "Yay, the frat boy of the universe has another girlfriend he's going to objectify and then dump"?" Kara rolled her eyes, referring to the Prince of Daxam.

"He wasn't… that bad," Mon-El looked down at his shoes.

Alex shrugged. "Well, Kara, if that party isn't going to happen, there's an armed robbery a few blocks away. You up for helping out?"

"Yeah! Yeah, of course," Kara looked at the monitor, nodded, and then headed out.

When Kara came back to the DEO, Mon-El was standing around waiting for her. "Kara, H.R. wants to see us," he said.

"Oh, lovely," Kara sighed. She'd already dealt with enough villains today… she didn't need to see her not-quite-boyfriend's most likely pissed off reaction to being lectured on proper workplace etiquette.

"It can't be too bad," Mon-El said as they walked into the H.R. room.

"Yeah, as long as you don't make it too bad," Kara muttered under her breath.

"What?" Mon-El asked, not having as good hearing as Kara.

"Nothing," Kara said as they sat down.

A young woman with light brown skin and curly brown hair sat down across from them. Kara supposed she was the person who was going to be doing the seminar. She'd never met her before.

"Hi, guys," She laughed nervously. "My name's Natasha. Director Henshaw has told me that you're together now, and it's our organization's policy that any couple goes through this seminar. So here you go, if you have any questions I'll be here, right across from you."

Natasha slid two tablets across the table and Kara and Mon-El each took one.

Kara leaned forward to read the tablet. It all seemed pretty reasonable. Discussions of the specifics of their relationship (Kara knew what that meant) were prohibited, as was inappropriate touching or kissing.

Mon-El looked up from his tablet and to Natasha. "What counts as inappropriate touching? Like, is this okay?" he asked, grabbing Kara's butt.

Kara yelped and slapped his hand away, and Natasha pursed her lips to keep from laughing. "Yeah, it looks like that's inappropriate both at that workplace and in general."

"I don't see the problem," Mon-El muttered and returned to his tablet.

Kara sighed and continued reading. Obviously, other kinds of interactions were forbidden… like the fight they'd had about Mxy the other day.

"Oh, and Director Henshaw asked me to bring this up specifically, if you guys are at the part about arguing or verbal abuse in the workplace?" Natasha hesitated, and Kara guessed she knew she was treading on thin ice. "The fight you guys had about the imp…"

"It was for show," Kara interrupted her. "Um, because we knew Mxy might be able to see what was going on, and I wanted him to think Mon-El and I really hated each other."

"Yeah. What she said," Mon-El pointed to Kara. "She didn't really think I was just some stupid Daxamite."

"I wasn't really talking about what Kara said," Natasha winced, "although that was not that great. Director Henshaw was more concerned with what you said, lecturing her about being high and mighty and everything."

"You know what," Mon-El stood up, pushing his chair back. "Director Henshaw can butt out of our relationship, because it isn't any of his business how I treat my mate!"

He stormed out of the room.

"I'll… go get him," Kara stood up, pointing to the door.

"Did you know he thought you were his mate?" Natasha asked.

Kara sighed. "Nope."