She wanted to scream...no, she wanted to laugh... wait, dance... or sing a song. Or maybe scream. Wait! Did she say that one already? She could call Mandy... or Chuck. Ooooo... her sister, Barbara. She could rub it in her face, finally wipe that smug smirk off her face.

Did she get an email? Did she or any of her group of sycophants receive an offer to be a moderator?

The answer would be no. No, no, no, no nooooooo. Nope. Nada. Let me see... no.

She knew that.

None of them (her sister, especially ) had gotten such an honor... to be invited to be a Moderator for the HHA.

For what had to be the thousandth time, Lisa read over the exclusive offer being afforded to her. She had finally achieved Rank Fifteen on the Hero Helper App this past Sunday after providing an alibi, receipts included, for Kara Danvers to be halfway across town while Supergirl was saving the day over at Lord Technologies.

Maxwell Lord could suck it.

It had been simple, really. A quick message to the HHA message board, which led her to a private link, moving to a private meet up with a detective with the National City Science Police, and then a quick positive encounter rating from each for the other and them... Blamo! Lisa Parker was upgraded to Rank Fifteen.

And everyone knew the good stuff happened at Fifteen or higher. There were rumors of perks and special offers. Chances. Of almost prizes that online auction websites were begging for.

And now she, Lisa Michaela Parker, had her Golden Ticket.

Just last week, Cindi with an eye told her that Jody with a why... that her cousin got an L-Phone call from Lena Luthor's personal assistant's assistant-in-training regarding a private lunch that needed to happen, and since said cousin knew the chef slash co-owner of the Australian slash Latino fusion bistro, could they do a private table for Lena and Kara.

At least that one was more believable than of some loser getting hired as Carter Grant's nanny. No way was that real.

It was all Lisa could do not to call Cindi with an eye and let her know that she had been offered more than helping to plan a date. No, she was going to be an actual HHA Moderator.

She took a deep breath. And then another. One just wasn't enough.

Okay.

Good.

Her giddiness under control, she read over the email again.

HHA - HHA - HHA - HHA - HHA - HHA - HHA - HHA - HHA - HHA - HHA - HHA - HHA - HHA

To: Ms. Lisa M. Parker

Customer Number: 14674sg2434333fgt0

Username: LMPlovesSG1

(That was her!)

Congratulations on achieving Hero Helper Rank Fifteen.

(Fifteen, losers!)

After careful review of your participation during your online time utilizing both the Super Spotter Application and subsequent invite into the Hero Helper Application, we are pleased to offer you the position of Hero Helper Message Board Moderator, classification Gamma.

As a Class Gamma Moderator, in addition to access to all previous Rank considerations and those listed upon reaching Rank Fifteen, you shall receive several exclusive...

(Blah, blah, blah...who actually reads all of this? Skip down to the bottom...)

We appreciate all that you have done, and we look forward to speaking with you in a whole new capacity soon.

Sincerely,

FIRST MODERATOR

Winn4TheWin

HHA - HHA - HHA - HHA - HHA - HHA - HHA - HHA - HHA - HHA - HHA - HHA - HHA - HHA

She'd made it. That's what the email stated. She had made it.

Lisa leaned back in her desk chair, tempting fate (as her Dad loved to say) by only using two of the four legs to be on the floor. She sipped at her Mountain Dew, savoring the sugary goodness, while she considered her response.

Of course, she was going to accept. She'd be a fool not to, but reading through all of the jargon of blah through blah, there was a lot to consider.

Step one was to open the HHA on her L-Phone and hit confirm under the menu prompt that asked is she accepted, which she had already done. Steps two through six were a bit more involved, most similar to the last job Application she'd filled out, ironically enough for CatCo Worldwide Media, though a few years prior to Supergirl's debut and well before the HHA.

Those steps were completed on her desktop, but she was still considering many of the fine print rules and such before hitting submit.

Step seven was a face-to-face with some Rank Twenty or higher. Eh.

Again, it was a foregone conclusion that she was going to say yes. Lisa just wanted to take the time to read it all again, much like how she thought her parents would want her to; like an actual adult. And besides, if this First Moderator was keeping track of how long she was taking, maybe that was a good thing. She didn't want to seem too eager.

Finally killing off her soda, she returned all chair legs to the floor to hit submit when her L-Phone dinged with an alert. She swiped the photo of her and Chuck from happier times that she hadn't yet had the heart to change, when she realized the HHA had sent out a widespread notification.

ALERT - PRIORITY THREE

There was a L-Chat link to several online reports, CatCo's articles first, duh, but several other outlets' following behind. Supergirl was fighting some robot looking guy in the L-Corp lobby. Authorities were on the scene. Agent Danvers and Agent Henshaw were spotted...

How was this a Priority Three? Lisa considered that this was why they needed better Moderators while she continued to scan the articles. This shouldn't be such a big deal... she clicked over to the Message Board she was soon going to be partially responsible for. Maybe there was something ther... Oh!

There it was.

Oh, this wasn't good.

The HHA board was full of posts screaming that Agent Danvers had possession of a member's L-Phone, with the HHA unlocked.

Well, that was going to be a major deduction of Rank points for somebody

Lisa hit submit on her application. They definitely needed all the help they could get. Reaching to the miniature fridge she kept in her home office, she pulled out another Mountain Dew and quickly unscrewed the top, while simultaneously splitting her computer screen and setting her L-Phone on its stand.

After taking a sip of soda, she quickly opened her L-Mail to see that her submission had apparently been fast tracked along with a note from Winn4TheWin that offered her temporary immediate Moderator command. Upon agreement, her entire HHA screen changed. Now, next to each username was the actual user's name, hyperlinked. Running her finger over each showed current location and current Rank.

A private L-Message popped up on her computer.

Winn4TheWin PRIVATE you ready?

(Am I ready? Pbbbthhh. Abso-fracking-lutely.)

LMPlovesSG1 Lisa M. Parker i am. what u need?

Winn4TheWin PRIVATE open hha gps. find any nrby rnk12 or + arnd supgrl. ignore sawyer and any mrkd private.

(So... Detective Sexy-Pants, main squeeze of Alex Danvers wasn't a classified HHA member. Wasn't that interesting. And if "on the scene" Sawyer wasn't high enough to be private, who were the two there that were?

A query for a later date.)

LMPlovesSG1 Lisa M. Parker instructions?

Winn4TheWin PRIVATE get that phone! Destroy if nec

LMPlovesSG1 Lisa M. Parker done

Okay. This she could do. Following the instructions given, she quickly synced her L-Phone to the desktop monitor say that she could make use of the actual keyboard. From there, it was easy to open and find the location of the HHA members at L-Corp.

She almost laughed. There had to be over a hundred members there. It took more time to find Rank Twelve or higher than it took to actually use the GPS. After sorting through, Lisa finally found that she could set the app to sort those within the parameters set around a given location. That changed the numbers she was looking at from over one hundred down to nineteen. Clicking on the private message icon, she quickly passed on the necessary instructions to those nineteen, careful to leave DetMSawyer and the two (aaargh! Who were they?) listed as Private out. That job completed, she turned to the rest of the board and decided to take some proactive steps.

First, she introduced herself to the HHA as a whole. Ordinarily on any other day, she would have waited after said intro in order to bask in the congratulations and such from everyone... especially her friends and sister who would recognize her username. Something to savor on that future day.

Instead, Lisa posted a warning to everyone that HHA membership clearly stated that while loss of an L-Phone was a distinct possibility, and forgivable, that allowing it to have an unlocked Hero Helper App up and running was paramount to treason, and the fallout of such an offense, even if and when recovered and discovery had been prevented, started at the loss of Rank and ended with termination of membership.

It had never really occurred to her that she could make a good enforcer. Not really something she considered in her wheelhouse, but from the immediate confirmations and agreements from the general consensus of the board, as well as a quick note of acknowledgement from the username TheBestLane, it might be a good fit.

Threats made by her aside, the message board was active. Posts offering support were flowing in, while several candid shots of the battle (mostly blurry) and the aftermath (oh, that's a cute one of Supergirl helping Lena off the floor) started appearing. There already had been several photos that dinged as Locked. CatCo always got first right of refusal on photographs up for purchase. Some lucky few just made some bank.

While following over everything, the notification she had been waiting on came in. Privately, of course.

Winn4TheWin PRIVATE lost phone recovered. recommend 0987sUpErfAn Janet J. Johnson for upgrade of rank. 13 to 14.

She posted back her acknowledgment. Her first... what time is it? Oh, already nearly eight in the evening. She should order pizza from Vinnie's. Her first two hours as a Moderator and she had already helped avert a Priority Three crisis, as well as would get to shoot a Rank Upgrade recommendation to Cat Grant.

What a wonderful day.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow she'd rub her sister's nose in the fact that she'd gotten an HHA Moderator position.

The HHA started to finally calm down. Lisa followed along the various threads until she could finally make out what had occurred: the postings finally agreed that a cyborg clone of Agent Henshaw attacked L-Corp. Supergirl stepped in to stop him, and in the confusion, a Rank Six member had dropped her L-Phone with the HHA up and active. Once the fight was over, cyborg clone got away, Agent Danvers picked up said L-Phone. It was here that the Priority Three was sent out, due to the fact that Agent Danvers saw the HHA up and running and started demanding answers.

It was a Rank Eleven achievement that got you the info that Agent Alex Danvers was the foster sister to Supergirl, as well as a founding member of the Super Spotter App, though obviously never invited into the Hero Helper version.

At this point, it apparently was a one slash two switcheroo when Janet Johnson claimed the L-Phone and played it off as a new skin she had designed and was trying to get CatCo to buy for the Super Spotter App, while Detective Sawyer distracted Agent Danvers, complaining of a headache.

The best news, however, was at Rank Six, the majority of incriminating info was censored, which meant that while Kara's sister would be curious, no damaging names, posts and such were accessible from the device. There would be, however, repercussions still. Most likely the culprit would lose a Rank or two. If their Rank had been higher, the punishment would have been heavier.

All's well that ends well.

Lisa smiled while she reached for her L-Phone to order a pizza when the HHA message board yet again caught her eye.

What?

Of course. First day hazing. It had to be. There was no way she now was supposed to deal with an application request for HHA membership from MikeTheIntern. Didn't that space frat boy wannabe realize that he was never getting in?

Following the protocol that absolutely every HHA member knew as Rule Fourteen, she immediately quarantined the new username and sent it to the CatCo HHA Notification Center. She'd let LivingstonD007 deal with it.

She deserved breadsticks now, too. Lisa dialed Vinnie's number.