After a few weeks on this alternate Earth, Leonard had come to the conclusion that if one were to put Kara Danvers, Barry Allen and Ray Palmer in a room together the sheer power of their hopeful enthusiasm would be enough to power a small city. Toss in Winn and Cisco and you could probably cover an entire state.

He was still getting used to people looking at him with positive expectations, but it was becoming more and more familiar…and he didn't hate it.

What he did hate was the bureaucracy of the DEO.

As Henshaw and Alex discussed the op that had just concluded, Leonard leaned back in his chair, hooking a toe under the table to keep from tipping over. Mon-El and Kara were leaning over Winn's shoulders as he tapped at the keyboard, occasionally pulling up data that Henshaw requested.

During a lull in conversation, Kara said, "What's that Google alert?"

Winn paused and said, "Oh, I put this Earth's Len on my alerts so we'd find out if anything big happened with him or if he was planning on traveling to National City or something."

"Looks like the you here won Best Dressed Couple at the Policeman's Ball in Central City," Mon-El said, staring at the screen. "Your wife here is hot."

Of course Leonard had looked this version of himself up, so he knew exactly who he was talking about. "Indeed she is."

"Have you ever thought about getting married, having a wife?" Kara asked, all earnest curiosity, blue eyes friendly.

Leonard couldn't help but tease her a little. "Come now, Kara. That's a very heteronormative assumption you're making there."

Her eyes got really wide. "Oh! No, I didn't mean…I just…The you from here is married to a woman, so I thought…you like women!"

Biting back a chuckle, Leonard nodded. "Certain women…and also certain men…or certain people who don't play by binary rules."

"Hey, Team Bisexual!" Winn said, holding up his hand for a fist bump. "C'mon, give it up!"

Leonard eyed Winn's hand and heaved a sigh before bumping his knuckles lightly. "Pansexual actually," he corrected, straightening the cuff on his sweater.

"What do these terms mean?" Mon-El asked the room at large as Hank sighed and Alex poked Winn in the arm.

"You're Bi?" she demanded. "Why didn't you tell us?'

He blinked up at her and shrugged. "How did you not know? I am not a subtle man."

Alex gave him a long look before nodding slightly as Kara explained, "Bisexual means you like both men and women and pansexual means…um, he's not limited in sexual choice with regard to biological sex, gender, or gender identity."

"Oh," Mon-El, said, tipping his head to the side. "That's how things are on Daxam too. I didn't know humans had to choose."

"Some do, some don't," Kara told him and Alex blinked as Kara added, "Kryptonians and Daxamites tended to be more…flexible."

Leonard smirked as Hank took off before that could go any further.


"You have to have some opinions about a suit!" Winn said, tapping at the tablet in his hand.

"Parka, black and blue. No capes," Leonard grudgingly replied, rolling out of his chair and ambling toward the door...which he did every time Winn tried to get him to give a little input regarding a potential supersuit.

Before the taller man could make his escape, Winn exclaimed, "Come on man, gimme something else."

Pausing in the door, Leonard gave him a smirk and a shrug. "Kara's skirt has a certain flair."

And then Captain Cold wandered off. Winn however, muttered, "Okay, then, if you don't wanna help…."


"Ummmm…." Kara said, tipping her head to the side and looking at the supersuit Winn had just revealed, the one he'd made for Leonard.

"It's very interesting…," Alex added. "A step up from sending him into the field in jeans."

"I like the blue," Mon-El said with a nod and Winn smiled.

Leonard circled the moulded form the suit hung on and reached out to pluck at the fabric of the body. "Stretchy," he commented. "I'm not averse to fitted clothes, but unitards aren't really my style."

"That's what you have a problem with?" James asked, pointing a little lower. "Not the…."

"Tactical kilt," Winn interjected. "And it's not attached to the body of the suit, so it can be removed if it becomes a hinderance.

Raising a brow, Leonard nodded. "I like the kilt. I can work with this. Good for dramatic exits."

He'd been joking when he'd told Winn he liked Kara's skirt, but the unexpected response was both amusing and stylish. If they were going to make him wear a suit, he was going to look good...and a little unexpected.


Standing in the command center of the DEO, Hank sighed deeply. On the monitor, there was an image of Supergirl and Captain Cold surveying the alien they had just dispatched. It was a feed from a local news station and there was clearly a breeze out there, making cape, skirt and kilt sway.

It was an impressive image.

"Hey, Winn," Mon-El said from where he was perched on the table beside the analyst, "Can you make me a suit too?"

Heaving a sigh, Hank ran a hand over his face.

TBC…..