Bored with this week's non-Lena episode, so here you go!
Deep inside a covert compound in South America, Lillian Luthor reads an update on her daughter, Lena, and her latest L-Corp business dealings.
"She spent three-quarters of a billion dollars on CatCo… CATCO?"
The evil CADMUS mastermind hurls the report across the room as a mustached minion ducks in the nick of time.
"All because of her irrational crush on that Kryptonian piece of trash. Imbecile!"
Lillian calms herself down with a deep breath and slowly paces around the room in thought. Speaking out loud, she begins to formulate her response.
"If I dare reveal Kara Danvers as Supergirl, my delusional daughter will somehow blame me for her own stupidity. No, I cannot risk that."
A sinister smirk erupts across her face as she heads over to a table full of colorful test tubes and boiling beakers.
"I will have that abominable alien do my dirty work for me, thanks to Max Lord's not-so-secret recipe."
She beckons to her minion and the mustached man races to her side.
"Ma'am?"
"Red K. It turns the Girl of Steel into the Girl of Havoc. Too much of it will cause a repeat of her former transgressions and alert everyone to her altered state."
Lillian plucks up a test tube half filled with a vermillion liquid. She swirls it around a few times and squints at it.
"This, this needs to be more subtle, more diluted. Only a drop or two will do and it will be enough for Kara to reveal her true self to Lena and, heh, my besotted daughter will finally figure out the rest."
Almost dancing with joy over her wicked plan, Lillian pats her minion on the back as she hands him the tube.
"Arrange a direct flight to National City, I have a mission for you to accomplish... right on time for Sunday brunch."
Sitting directly across from each other in a velvet booth overlooking the waterfront, Lena Luthor and Kara Danvers are thoroughly enjoying their time together as they dine inside National City's trendiest brunch establishment.
"And that's how I became a huge fan of Animaniacs!"
Kara giggles uncontrollably as she spears another blueberry ebelskiver with her fork. Lena Luthor laughs and looks at her BFF like she has won the lottery, the Nobel Prize in Physics, and tickets to Hamilton.
"I can totally see that, Kara, but I was more of a 'Gargoyles' girl, myself."
"Ooh, dark and sexy, just like you, boss."
Lena blushes, bites her bottom lip, and shines her eyes at the blonde. Kara counters by blushing herself, nervously playing with her hair, and grinning back. The two gaze at each other for an extra long moment before Kara blocks her mouth with her hand.
"What, do I have something in my teeth?"
"No, why?"
"Then, why are you staring at me like that, Lena?"
"Oh, sorry, I didn't realize I was."
The two flirt laugh again as Kara adjusts her glasses and Lena sips her mimosa.
"I'm really happy to see you smiling again, Kara, I've missed this."
"Thanks, I have missed this, too."
Kara buries her blue eyes deep into Lena as the brunette returns to cutting her crêpe to keep from swooning. A mustached waiter who isn't their regular server interrupts and places two small cups of a pink custard concoction garnished with a fruit slice in front of them.
"Compliments of the chef."
Before they respond, he hurries away. Kara is already digging in with her spoon.
"Wow, this looks fantastic!"
Lena follows suit with hers.
"We must be special since I don't see anyone else receiving an amuse-gueule."
"Well, you are a Luthor and what the heck is it called again?"
"It's literal French for 'amused mouth' or appetizer and they usually serve it as a way to show off the chef's artistic flair for food."
Already done with hers, the blonde wipes the corner of her mouth with her napkin.
"Then he or she is a freaking Rembrandt because that was tasty."
Lena takes another bite of hers and halfheartedly agrees.
"Do you speak any other languages, Kara?"
"Um, not French..."
Kara hesitates for a second and then checks the alert on her phone.
"But I do speak 'Cat Grant' and she wanted me to tell you that you, direct quote, aren't doing a terrible job with her company."
"Hmm, I suppose that's good?"
"That is high praise from her, trust me."
Lena squeezes Kara's hand and smiles.
"I do trust you, Ms. Danvers."
Kara returns the squeeze and crinkles up her nose playfully. Both of them are reluctant to let go of each other until the blonde begins to cough hard. Lena grows concerned.
"Are you all right?"
Kara grimaces as she grabs and gulps her water.
"Ahem, I'm fine, I think I ate too much."
"You eating too much, that's a first!"
Lena chuckles but Kara does not. She begins to get up from the table.
"If you'll excuse me, I need to use the restroom."
"Do you want an antacid?"
"No thanks, I'll be right back."
"Do you need me to come with you?"
The blonde attempts to quell the brunette's worry with a lighthearted hand wave.
"Don't worry, mom, I've got it under control."
But Kara does not have it under control. She hurries over to the other side of the restaurant, stumbles into the bathroom stall, and locks the door. The whole room is spinning as she struggles to catch her breath. She hears the toilet flush next to her and its occupant leave. The sounds of hands washing is followed by a door closing. Kara realizes she is now alone in the bathroom and bolts out of the stall. She turns on the cold water and splashes her face repeatedly. After a minute, she runs her fingers through her hair and studies the cocky reflection in the mirror glaring back at her.
"Mmm, I remember what this feels like and, oh, how I miss it!"
She licks her lips slowly and winks at herself.
"Lena Luthor, you have no idea what you're in for."