"Hey Clark! No, that's too casual. Why, hello Mr. Kent. Not casual enough." Cat Grant sighed as she practiced in the mirror in the Daily Planet washroom, "I'm never going to get this right."

Cat Grant puckered her lips and placed a thick layer of bright strawberry flavoured lip gloss on them. She smiled at herself in the mirror and swayed back and forth a little. "Clarky, I know a little secret about you." Cat slammed her fists on the counter in the washroom, "Why does this have to be so hard?"

Cat had figured it out a while ago. There was only one explanation for how she got out of her car with Clark Kent on her first day of work at the Daily Planet, and only one way that she could have survived that bullet pointed straight at her head. She put the pieces together to find that Clark was always there whenever danger struck. He was a true hero. He was the Blur, now only if she could tell him she knew.

Cat took another deep breath. "How do you tell someone you know who they really are?"

"Gently, I hope," Lois Lane said as she entered the bathroom. Cat shot Lois a look that told Lois she was totally interrupting Cat's me time. Cat went back to looking in the mirror, and Lois stood next to Cat, looking in the mirror as well.

"You know, Lois Lane, I've suddenly taken an interest in your hero," Cat smiled, "I've started an online fan base for the Blur through Twitter."

Lois nodded, "Congratulations Cat, you've accomplished what twenty million people worldwide have too."

Cat sulked, "But mine legitimate. I know-" Cat shut herself up.

"You know what," Lois' deep interested frightened Cat, "Come on, spill it Grant."

Cat shook her head, "You won't get a word out of me Lois."

In an instant Lois' fist was an inch away from her face. Cat scrunched her face up and squealed, keeping her lips sealed, "Oh go ahead and hit me Lois Lane, get it over with."

Cat opened one eye to see that she was stiff in the bathroom with no one else around. She looked from side to side and under the stalls in the bathroom. She looked back in the mirror and ran her hands threw her hair. "I hate secrets. Knowing the Blur's identity is giving me high blood pressure."

As Cat exited the bathroom, two legs in five inch heels came down from under one of the stalls. Ashley Wayne, intern to Ron Troupe, had connected the pieces as well. "Clark Kent is the Blur."