Mike wakes up to the sound of his phone ringing very loudly. He half opens his eyes and vaguely registers the off white ceiling with the dark brown fan. This is clearly not his home, and he's not surprised. Groaning because the noise won't stop, he stretches his left hand out to reach for his phone. Instead, his finger touches fabric, cotton with a hint of lace, if he has to guess from experience. That brings a tiny smile to his face. He finally sits up, runs his hands over his face, and sighs. Last night was fun, from what he remembers, but now he has another killer hangover. Reaching to his right now, he finds his phone on the bed side table and finally answers the persistent call. "Hello?"

"Mike, where are you?" comes Winn's panicked voice from the other end.

"I'm at-" Mike begins, but then pauses. He's honestly not sure where he is. It's some hotel he checked into, probably, and Winn would have better luck running his credit card than asking him. "I don't know, Winn."

"Do you know who you are with at least?" Winn asks with the tiniest hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Of course I do! Her name is Tessa. Or Trisha. Or Bessy. Okay fine, I don't remember," he chuckles to himself, "But I can give you other details. Much juicier ones."

He can hear Winn's disappointment through the phone. "Just get into my office as soon as you can."

"What's the rush? It's only-" he looks around the room for a clock, but finds none. He checks the time on the top right corner of his phone, and is a little shocked to see it read 12:15. "Wow, it's late. But it's my off day. I don't have any shoots scheduled."

Winn sighs. "It's not that. It's Danvers. She has posted another blog post."

"Shit" is all Mike can say before he hangs up.

Kara Danvers checks the hit counter on her blog. It's been only three hours since her last post, but it already has over twenty thousand views.

When she got her degree in journalism, her sister (adopted) expected her to follow the lead of her cousin (biological) and become a reporter at some newspaper. Kara had considered it for a while too. She even started working at a leading magazine named CatCo, but instead of exposés of crimes and thrilling whistleblowers, the job was fetching coffee and donuts for the boss. She was fine with it at first, hoping she could climb the ladder slowly.

But it all changed the day she found her friend Eve Tessmaker sobbing in the women's restroom because she just had her heart broken by a guy. As Eve described to her how this famous actor with the stage name Mon-el had been wooing her for months, with chocolates and flowers and sweet promises, only to get into her pants and swiftly ghost her, something in Kara had snapped. What happened to Eve was nothing illegal- it was consensual and there was no case to press charges. But it was a whole different story morally. The woman's emotions had been toyed with and she had basically been defrauded. Something needed to be done about it. Men like these couldn't be let off the hook.

That's when the idea of a blog first struck her. Her first ever blog post was getting Eve's story out to the world. It had been an instant hit, and was picked up by major online websites. Soon, Mon-el's agent Mr. Scott had threatened to sue CatCo, and Kara was instantly fired by Snapper Carr for going behind his back and starting a, quote-unquote, tabloid gossip blog.

It didn't matter though. This wasn't the first time Mon-el had done this to a woman. Many more women came forward to Kara to tell their stories, some with screenshots of texts or even photographs to corroborate their claims. Kara's blog became a huge success, and she was nicknamed "Supergirl" for standing up for the women who had no other means to seek justice for themselves.

Today's story is the fifty-third one she has posted about Mon-el. Heaven knows there are enough other playboys to expose too, but something about Mon-el personally irks her. Maybe it is his snarky attitude or him acting like he's the prince of the world. Or maybe it's just the way he treats women. The sight of Mon-el aka Mike Matthews's face makes Kara Danvers' blood boil.

Mike manages to maintain his composure while he reads the entire blog post, his rising eyebrows betraying his amusement at times. Finally, he closes the laptop and turns to Winn. "Can't we sue her for defamation?"

"Not when she's not spreading lies," Winn answers, probably for the tenth time this month. "Maybe we need to get the women you sleep with to sign an NDA."

"Nobody will sleep with me if you make them sign an NDA," Mike replies. "That's part of the thrill of hooking up with a movie star. You get to tell people the story afterwards. Bragging rights for years and years."

"In case you didn't notice, man," Winn says with irritation, "the stories don't exactly paint you in a flattering light."

Mike shrugs. "Everything I do is perfectly legal and consensual. I'm not roofie-ing or raping women. I don't even get them drunk. I can't help it if the women fall in love with me and expect me to pursue a relationship after one night."

Winn rolls his eyes and glares at Mike all at the same time. His moral compass is beyond fixing, but the situation may not be yet. "Regardless, this is damaging your reputation. We need to do something about it."

Mike shrugs. "All right. What do you have in mind?"

Winn hesitates for a moment, mainly because he knows how Mike will react, but also because he himself is not entirely certain that this is a good idea. "I think it's time you and Miss Danvers had a face to face chat."

"About what?" Mike asks incredulously.

"I don't know. Maybe find a common ground? Reach a truce?"

Mike sends him a dirty look. "Isn't that what agents are for? No. Not just agents. Agent who happens to be my best friend."

"Your only friend if you keep up this kind of wild behaviour," Winn warns.

Mike brushes it off with just a wave of his hand. "What's Plan B?"

"There is no Plan B," Winn states firmly. "You're meeting Kara Danvers."

"You are not going to believe this, Alex," Kara tells her sister that night after dinner. "Mike Matthews wants to meet me."

Alex tenses, her protective older sister instincts overlapping with her FBI agent ones. "Should I be concerned?"

"Yeah, for him," Kara scoffs. "I have half a mind to punch him straight to another planet."

"Be careful, Kara," Alex warns. "You don't know what he's trying to pull."

Kara smiles at her sister reassuringly. "Don't worry. I'll call you if I need anything."