"Morning, Ms. Grant." Kara said happily, a typical day in the Catco offices, and handed over the usual latte.
"Mmm. Morning." Cat said sleepily, focusing on her laptop entirely, blindly reaching for the latte and taking a big gulp as soon as she had the mug securely in hand.
"You seem tense, Ms. Grant. Is everything okay? You look... stressed."
Cat finished typing a sentence and then looked up, sighing. Cat had intended to just brush Kara's comments off, but the sight of Kara's sweet face and kind smile, it had become a relief of sorts. The girl was such a sweetheart, it contradicted Cat's brazen attitude. And right now, it lowered her fears just slightly, and gave her some room to properly breathe, for the first time in the last few days. "I'm just busy working on that Catwoman article, and the gala for tomorrow, in honour of that jeweller and his work. There's lots that has to be done for it. How are the preparations coming along?" Cat asked sleepily, changing the subject to something more work related and not so dangerously close to her new secret.
"It's coming along." Kara said, her voice peppy. "I just have to arrange the flowers and the caterers. And then music."
"Well keep at it, we have 28 hours. Also there is an article about Catwoman for you to proof, and then send for the noon posting. I'm just finishing it up."
"Deal." Kara said simply, and Cat looked up past Kara at James coming into her office quickly. "James, you're interrupting, as usual. What's of importance now?"
"This might be of some worth to your article." James said slowly and Cat listened up. Anything related to her couldn't be good. "Yesterday I was in the area for some photos on lunch when I wound up near the house that got robbed by Catwoman. I managed to grab a few stray pictures of her. They aren't good quality, but I think you might be able to publish one or two."
Cat took the files and flipped through the photos, aiming to maintain a cool attitude, and to keep herself calm, and sighed softly when she saw that most were, in fact, not very HD quality. These, Cat could feasibly publish without too much conflict.
Nodding, Cat smiled, and took the photos, flicking her wrist for Kara and James to leave her in peace. That peace, because Cat heard her email go off. That, could only mean one thing.
Surely enough, the email was from X. Cat opened it without breathing.
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"Here's some more details about your next task tonight. You will be steeling green kryptonite from Maxwell Lord's lab, it shouldn't be to much trouble for you. But if Supergirl shows up, handle it. Oh and I left a gift for you downstairs. It is a small lead box the size of a belt buckle. It also attaches to your belt, for the kryptonite. It might come in handy, to store it.
I see you got James' photos btw, I think you will find them quite useful. Everyone knows you love to brag about yourself.
Add them to your article, be a little proud of yourself. You've done nicely so far.
I won't say I contacted him directly, but I had... mmm, let's say a friend told another friend, who told him. Enjoy, I know all kitties love to play.
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—That night—
Cat entered the room carefully, and stopped, looking around carefully for cameras, and slowly walked over to the glass table in the middle of the room. Stepping closer to it, Cat looked it over and slid her fingers along the edge of the tabletop, grateful for her gloves and that she wouldn't leave fingerprints on anything.
Cat gasped at the sight of the kryptonite shards in the glass display case. So rare, so special. So very deadly. Tracing her fingers over the edge of the case, Cat saw that it was locked up tightly, and there wouldn't be a simple lock or latch. Cat looked it over for a moment, before deciding to cut into the glass using her claws. Carefully, Cat removed the glass, and then lifted the kryptonite gently and carefully held it up to look at, stunned by the material. Cat looked at it for a few seconds before slipping the shards into the lead case on her belt.
Looking up, Cat had to admit, this did seem somewhat easy, compared to her last thefts. But then, Cat wasn't exactly going to let a good opportunity go by, and moved back the way she had come, stopping only to check around her again. Cat couldn't help but feel uneasy, as if she knew someone would be there to stop her.
Making it out of the room, Cat turned to close the door, and looked across the hallways for safety. Only when she turned back, she nearly ran face first into Supergirl.
Cat gasped, stepping back in shock, and her hand went instinctively to her belt to protect the Kryptonite, before realizing it couldn't exactly be taken away by Supergirl, and lowered her hand to her side instead.
Cat watched Supergirl look her over, and knew under any other situation she would smile and Kara being this close to her. This suit... it was definitely entertaining to her mind. But that was neither her nor there, and this definitely wasn't the time. Cat smirked at the realization, that honestly, getting away without a fight was hopeless. And Cat felt suddenly silly for even considering that it could be. Especially with Supergirl after her.
Normally, Cat would run, and honestly questioned why she hadn't immediately. But there something honestly intoxicating about having Supergirl this close up in person, and Cat felt just a little intrigued in a way she knew she shouldn't be.
Focusing her brain, Cat ran, foolishly forgetting Supergirl's speed, and only remembered when Kara slammed her against the nearest wall, and Cat physically gasped in pain at the effect it had. Pure Kryptonian strength.
Under different situations Cat would find Kara's strength arousing, but this? This hurt like fucking hell. Cat stepped shakily on her stiletto heels and shook her head once before slipping quickly under Supergirl before a punch hit the wall. Supergirl's intention, Cat had no doubt, was to knock her out, to take her to wherever Supergirl's alien captures ended up. Thinking furiously, trying to ignore that Supergirl did such things to her, Cat ran. Anywhere. Aimless. And quick.
And barely made it to a door and inside, before stopping as Supergirl followed her without much of a second in between and basically charged right into her. Cat, couldn't do much besides fall and try to catch herself before hitting the floor too roughly. Bracing herself on her arms barely, Cat could only gasp as Supergirl flipped her over and settled on her waist, fully intending to go in for another punch, and Cat covered her face. Kara grasped her hand, and Cat stopped. What else could she do? For her son, she didn't have a choice anymore.
Cat felt Supergirl start a tight grip on her throat like she was going to choke her, and felt Supergirl lift her off the ground right before Supergirl was about to slam her against the hard tile floor, and did the only thing she could do. Her last choice.
"Kara, stop!" Cat pleaded, just as Supergirl was going to hit her again. "I'm doing this to save my son."
"What?" Supergirl stopped and looked at her. "Your... son?"
"It's me. It's Cat, your boss. my son got kidnapped and if I don't do this he'll kill Carter."
"What... happened to Carter? Is he ok? Cat?... what the hell is happening here?"
"He's watching my every move. I don't have any time to explain. Kara... if... I don't know what to do."
"Um..." Kara looked around, and back at Cat. "He's watching you now?"
"I'm wearing bionic contacts. He sees what I do. He knows you're here right now." "How can I help?" Kara asked softly, and Cat thought, looking quickly around the room. "If you want to help me... um..." Cat wandered, unsure.
When Kara kissed her, Cat could only gasp, and close her eyes to it.
Cat felt Kara's lips graze over hers, barely, and couldn't help but sigh at the contact of finally feeling Kara, Supergirl, kiss her. There was something utterly unique about this Kryptonian, and the oddly porcelain feel of her skin. It was honestly intoxicating. Hypnotizing.
Sighing, Cat leaned into it and felt Kara respond in kind, bringing their lips flush together, and Cat felt Kara's grip tighten gently on her wrist, and felt her press closer, Kara's breath seemingly hitch as their bodies pressed together.
If Cat didn't know better, she would think this real. Kara seemed so... into it. So happy with it. Feeling Kara release grasp on her wrist slightly and move a hand towards her shoulder, Cat instinctively brought her hand up to Kara's hair, sweeping that gorgeous cascade of blonde hair over to one side, and tangling her fingers into the slightly tangled mass of gold.
Cat kissed harder, not to make it look real, but because it honestly was. Cat had had an urge to kiss Kara Danvers since the day the girl had walked in for an interview, and then as Supergirl, that urge had only increased thousandfold, making this so much more arousing and exciting all at once. So much more... real. And it was enough to make Cat shift, bringing her leg against Kara's hip, the feeling of Kara's cape slide against her leg pure fire to her already climbing arousal.
Kara, for her part, only seemed fuelled by the shift in position and kissed deeper, then moved and kissed down her her jaw, moving to kiss her neck. Cat nearly jumped as Kara's lips settled over her pulse, and then her collarbone, dipping her tongue barely into the hollow indent there. Cat couldn't resist a sigh at the sensations that caused, and buried her other hand into Kara's cape, grasping at the fabric, pulling Kara as close against her as possible.
Cat felt Kara smile against her skin and shift to the side, and grasp the zipper of her suit with her teeth. Cat, for her part, dropped her head to the floor and laughed, astonished and madly in love with this stunning beauty of a woman. An alien woman. And what a woman she was.
Cat gasped as Kara tugged at the zipper, moving to do it with her hand, and kissing every inch of the exposed skin slowly, savouring. Cat couldn't help her moan, and closed her eyes at the feeling for a second. "Fuck, Kara."
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Winn shouted as he hit the dartboard in the centre again, and Lyra smirked, knowing it was all her work, that had made him so good at this game. Picking up another dart, Winn stepped back to aim it, and stopped when his phone vibrated in his pocket.
Pulling it out, Winn motioned to Lyra to continue, and checked the number. It was Carter. Surprised, Winn sat down at the counter and typed back to the oddly short message.
"How are you? Been playing lots of video games lately?" The message said, and Winn typed back slowly, confused. Usually Carter was a little more... enthusiastic.
"A few. Have any new ones to try out sometime? How are you doing? How's school?"
"I'm playing a really cool video game these days. It's very realistic. So... realistic." The reply took
two minutes to come in, unusual for Carter.
"What is it called? What's the plot line?"
"Its about a kidnapping. It's a very very cool game and resembles my life a lot right now."
Winn sat back at that, and stared at his phone, confusion over his features. He sat the re for a few seconds before Lyra grasped the phone out of his hands and checked his messages for him.
"You look lost, your face never does that. What's wrong?" Lyra asked, swiping through his message bar, reading with alien speed, then stopped slowly and looked at the phone with intense concentration.
It took a moment, before Lyra looked at him intensely. "Carter's been kidnapped." Lyra said simply, and Winn just looked at her, before it clicked on him as well. Standing, Winn took her arm and went outside with her, into the alley and took his phone, changing the contact to Alex, and called her immediately.
Alex, picked up on the second ring and Winn didn't bother with an introduction, foregoing any pleasantries. "Carter's been kidnapped."
"What?" Alex asked quietly on the other end, and Winn heard a distinctive yawn, and shortly after, Maggie muttering a soft "what's the matter?"
Winn, for his part, just kept speaking. "Carter's been kidnapped, I just figured it out. He's been texting me. He told me his life is basically resembling a video game about kidnappings and theft right now."
"I'm going to call Kara. Hold tight over there."
Winn hung up and looked at Lyra and smiled softly, and she nodded, walking with him back inside, intending to wait for news.
—
The call startled both Cat and Kara, and Kara muttered a curse of sorts, having no intention to break away from Cat's lower stomach, but pulled out her phone nonetheless and checked up on the incoming call ID. Alex.
Sighing, Kara answered and brought the phone to her ear, and bit her lip at the sight of Cat like this. Fuelled by the sight alone, Kara answered and hung up a second later, muttering a quiet "not now, Alex," in response.
Cat couldn't resist a smirk, and Kara went back to her job, which seemed to consist only of making Cat scream in ecstasy for the foreseeable future.
"Kara..." Cat whispered, feeling Kara's lips fall back against her collarbone, a tease of Kara's freeze breath skating along her neck.
"Shh. Just feel." Kara whispered, brushing her lips down Cat's stomach after pulling the strapless suit to the side to bare Cat's skin to the darkness of the room. Cat smirked and then gasped, arching her back into Kara's kiss, bringing a hand to her hair as Kara kissed lower, Kara tugging the suit until she was kissing against her navel, with clear intention to go lower.
Cat whimpered when Kara bit lightly, and pushed gently at Kara's shoulder, urging her lower, to where Cat was honestly burning alive, so eager for Kara she could only be glad this suit was real leather.
Kara did, nipping at the top of her inner thigh, teasing, and Cat dropped her head back at the feeling, let alone the sight. Cat kept urging, until Kara stopped altogether and looked up, licking at her lips eagerly, but distractedly looking around the room.
"You're stopping now?!" Cat asked in shock, lifting her head off the floor to looking at Kara in disbelief. "Don't you dare stop."
"Shush." Kara whispered, and looked around at the office.
"Are you telling me to be quiet? Because Kara, I swear to god-"
"I heard something, someone is coming. We have to get out of here right now." Kara said in a hurry, standing, and helping Cat off the floor gently.
"They're coming from everywhere, we need to get out of here now." Cat said looking at security cameras in her contacts while quickly zipping up her body suit. "We have 2 minutes max."
"I can fly you out of here... wait how do you know that?" Kara asked, stopping to look at Cat head on, confusion on her features.
"The contacts record heat sensors and tell me where people are, at all times." "Um... wow. Okay then. Well... I can still..."
Cat looked at her up and down then, and Kara put her hands on her hips defensively, but smiled, amused.
"What?" Kara asked slowly, and Cat shook her head.
"Oh... nothing. I'm just... I didn't expect this turn of events. I didn't expect a... savior to come and find me."
"Well I think we can safely assume that after what happened a few minutes ago, I don't think we'll be hurting each other anytime soon." Kara said, moving over to the balcony, indication for Cat to follow.
"I expect you to finish that after... all this is over." Cat said, tears brimming in her coppery eyes at the thought and as reality struck her again.
"It'll be alright." Kara whispered, and the next thing she knew Kara had her wrapped tightly in her strong arms, cradling her closely. "It'll be fine, Carter will be fine. I promise."
A few seconds later, way too fast for Cat to fully comprehend, Cat stepped onto the ceiling slowly and then walked a few steps over to some stray boxes, Supergirl quickly behind her, listening intently but patiently.
"I got the kryptonite." Cat said.
"Your getting the hang of this. You have more time to spare this time around. Nice work, Catwoman."
"Can I have my son?" Cat asked sharply.
"No this is too much fun. You make for the most interesting stuff to watch."
"What else do you want?" Cat asked, and thought about it for a second, then continued before Lex could speak. "How do I know if my son is even still alive?"
"I did not expect this." Lex said, after a brief silence. "You're getting braver. Also, you two having this sort of connection, is something I didn't foresee happening. I'm intrigued, I think... you two will work together. If you don't you're son will be killed immediately."
"I understand." Cat said immediately, looking at Kara, who obviously had overheard the conversation and had moved off to look over the city.
"Good, now as for a visual... I guess you are allowed that. But if I at any point see you divulging it to anyone other than your little super powered friend over there, you're son will be dead instantly, far faster than Supergirl could even launch herself into the air. Do you understand me clearly?"
"Yes, sir." Cat said, and Kara nodded as well, knowing he was watching this.
"I'll send you a text. Make sure you look over it in private only. I will know otherwise. Don't test my patience, Grant. As for your next task... hmm, well I'll consider what it should be. I'm looking for a prize, and I think I might just have found an easier way to it. Goodnight, Catwoman, you might want to sleep. You're going to need your energy. As for that text, you know the consequences."
Cat hung up and looked at Kara, and the tears started even before Cat could speak a word. Kara, hugged her immediately, and Cat could only hold on, letting her tears well over into Kara's suit, Cat hurrying her face in Kara's neck.
Cat stayed like that for a full minute, and Kara began to wonder about that photo proof, until Cat basically fell against her slack, and Kara pulled her back up tightly.
"Cat?"
"Carter."cat whispered, and Kara gasped, as Cat pulled away to look straight ahead, her eyes filling with tears.
"Holy crap." Kara whispered. Cats contacts. An image Kara could barely make out, of a seriously hurt 16 year old boy. "How in the fuck?"