Divide and conquer.
Any supervillain worth her salt knew that clever little adage and Livewire was no exception. So, when whispers regarding Cat Grant's amnesia started to trickle down through the rank and file of the less savory characters in National City, she just couldn't help taking a stroll down memory lane toward the compound of the DEO. Granted, she'd learned her lesson last time about being too terribly nasty when it came to her wicked games but she didn't plan on hurting anyone… At least, not physically.
The great thing about a society so keen on comfort was that every building had electricity; including the one that housed all those wonderful little alien bits and baubles. It had only taken five shots of Salarian shine to get Traldor to spill what he knew back at the bar. Fitting, given she was looking for a very special bottle of scotch.
After a flash of light she entered the transformer that supplied the department with it's steady stream of electricity. Racing through wires and conduits, finding herself in bathrooms, offices and even cells until, finally, she managed to land right in the contraband vault.
"Mmmmm," she sighed, cracking her neck and taking in the electronic safes before her. "Too much technology can be bad for your health, guys and gals. It keeps us out of touch with humanity."
Firing off two huge bolts of lightning with both hands, Livewire caused all of the safes to blast open at once and reveal their contents. Truth be told, it was hard not to have sticky fingers with so many interesting and naughty little devices lying around but, she'd turned over a new leaf… even if it was burned to a crisp.
"Ooooo, gotcha," she said, picking up the bottle she'd been looking for. "Come to mama."
The amber liquid gleamed in the dim light of the room as she held up her prize.
"I can't wait to see how much fun this'll be," she said, to no one other than the bottle before her eyes sought out the nearest outlet. She figured if she could get her clothes to pass through the wires with her then the bottle should be able to go as well.
Luckily she was right. After quite a few bursts and perhaps a few wrong terms, Leslie found herself in the darkened kitchen of the Grant condo. This was where she needed to be careful. Cat Grant hardly ever slept and, when she did, she probably had the enhanced hearing of Supergirl. With slow, measured movements, she opened the refrigerator and surveyed the drinks available, looking for a Kara Danvers kind of cocktail.
Orange Juice?
No, even though oranges were totally a carb, Cat had been known to indulge in the random mimosa. Plus the kid was in the house and Leslie definitely wasn't into the idea of messing with a child.
Tonic water?
Definitely not. It was practically begging for some vodka to mix with.
Oooo! Coca-Cola! Bingo!
Full sugar Coke hadn't passed Cat Grant's lips since the 1980's and she never allowed Carter soda. This had to be one of the tricks Kara used to put a little pep in her steps.
After quietly opening the bottle, and trying to minimize the hiss of the carbonation escaping the cap, she slowly poured in a tiny bit of the alien alcohol, not wanting the taste to allow Kara to catch onto the extra spike. Once finished, she placed the bottle back into the fridge and zapped away as quickly as possible.
After escaping through the lamp post, she noticed the light in Cat's bedroom turn on. A satisfied smile graced dark lips at the sight. She'd made it out just in time to kick off the 'divide' part of her plan to conquer.
"I swear I heard something!" Kara said from inside the kitchen, looking around for any clue of an intruder.
"It was probably just the refrigerator turning on," Cat called from the bedroom, lazily. "Come back to bed. It's not as if you can't protect me from any fiend that might be raiding our pantry."
"At least let me check the door," she said, moving toward the front door to ensure the deadbolt was locked and chain in place.
"Ugh! Well, now that you keep informing me of your every action I'm fully awake," there was a pause before Cat continued. "You'll need to do something about that when you come back in here."
"Ew!" Carter lamented from behind the closed door of his room.
"Sorry, Carter!" Both Kara and Cat called out at the same time.
With a soft chuckle, Kara shook her head and headed back toward the bedroom. Her feet, however, halted as she neared the kitchen.
"Might need a little pick-me-up depending on how long it takes to get her back to sleep," she whispered softly to herself before opening up the fridge and taking a few large sips of soda straight from the bottle.
Hopefully Cat wouldn't notice. The last time she'd kissed her right after imbibing in the refreshing drink the CEO had complained about the extra calorie kiss for days… Kara would just have to start out her physical bedtime story with her mouth a little lower this time.
An extremely satisfied, yet not quite so well rested, Cat Grant awoke to the rays of the sun settling over the perfect slopes and curves of a body she would never get enough of. Kara's paranoid episode last night had ended up being quite the welcome surprise by the time they were finished with each other.
"If we're quick we can probably go for round four," she said, kissing and nipping along the back of strong shoulders. "I know you write better on a full stomach and a satisfied body."
With a gasp and a tiny screech, Kara flew, literally, out of the bed and landed on her feet, near the closet… naked.
"Oh my God!" she said, breathless and trying desperately to cover her body. "Miss Grant, I have no idea what happened and why I was naked in your bed but I'm fairly certain it requires an apology and I will figure out the best way to make one once I find my clothes!"
"You have got to be kidding me," Cat said to the universe, mouth hanging slightly ajar as she watched Kara's eyes dart over every direction of the pristine room, eyeing a nearby robe but obviously too terrified to touch it.
"I assure you, this is not something I would make jokes about," she said, finally settling on coming closer to the bed and using the sheet as a barrier to a body that Cat knew by heart. "And, while I know it's not your job to dress me, Miss Grant, I'm afraid I have to ask if you have any idea where my clothes might be?"
She was terrified. That much was obvious. Biting her lip, unable to make eye contact, fidgeting on her heels as if she were trying to stop her feet from running the rest of her body out of the room. Cat almost wanted to play with Kara in her frightened state. Almost. The rest of her was too in love to allow her to feel so insecure just to get a few laughs in.
"You'll find some undergarments in that drawer and a few shirts and pants in that closet," Cat said, pointing out the areas she referenced.
"Thank you, Miss Grant," Kara said as she quickly, but not Supergirl quickly, raced to dress herself. "I um, I know that this isn't exactly the most important question right now but why do you have some of my clothes in your condo?"
"Because it's your condo too," Cat said with little fanfare as she stood from the bed to don an expensive silk robe. "We're married, Supergirl."
Best to get everything out all at once. She was supposed to have lunch with Maxine Waters later and she'd been looking forward to it for weeks.
"We…"
Kara's entire face turned pale as her eyes and mouth popped open. She gestured between the two of them as words seemed to fail her momentarily.
"Married?" she continued, looking down to see a generously proportioned ring on her finger and nearly spiraling into cardiac arrest as she repeated Cat's last word to her.
"Supergirl?"
"Yes," Cat finally took over, tying off her robe and walking over to stand right in front of Kara. She tilted her head up slightly to meet the astounded gaze. "We're married and I know that you're Supergirl."
"But how… I don't…" Kara stammered, trying to find the right question to ask that might get her all of the answers she needed in that very moment until, suddenly, it seemed as if she'd just given up the possibility of understanding and allowed a wave of pure joy to take over her face. "We're married! Oh my God! This is amazing!"
Only that kind-hearted, sunny-dispositioned, ridiculously optimistic alien could have possibly gone from terrified to ecstatic at the idea of being married to Cat Grant in 2 minutes flat. With a sly grin and a shake of her blonde curls, Cat rested an elbow onto her crossed arm and thumbed her chin.
"You got that right, Mrs. Grant," she confirmed in signature Cat Grant fashion.