Epilogue.

Cat Grant has never been one to be easily impressed, Kara would know.

But in the same way that the first time the younger Danvers stomped into her life she knew that the young woman was more than she showed to the others, the second she met Agent Scully Cat saw more than the suit and the badge. She saw an exceptional woman, fierce and resolute, professional, hard-worker, and so devoted to her duty that the CEO had the urge to steal the agent away and put her on display at CatCo, as an example to her useless employees.

As time passed, and Cat was more certain that her assistant was National City's resident superhero, the presence of Alex Danvers in everything where Supergirl was involved, made more and more sense.

Cat Grant knows a good story when she sees one, and she was dying to sink her teeth into this one in particular.

She was intrigued, mostly by the weird combo that the Danvers sisters were together, one being pure rainbow and sunshine, and the other an unpredictable storm. They might have been a handful as teenagers. She couldn't get as close as she would had liked to unveil the mystery that was Alex Danvers, so Cat started gathering little pieces here and there to try and solve that puzzle.

It wasn't until the Myriad incident, when she witnessed the sister's dynamic during a crisis, that Cat realized how vital Alex Danvers had been in the making of Supergirl, not only the caped, colourful version, but also the everyday, plain looking, and glasses wearing human one.

It was a shame that Cat had already made plans to leave National City for a while, or she would have invested herself on a quest to unveil the mysteries of the agent behind the superhero.

The last thing she would have expected during her retreat was seeing Alex Danvers in a supersuit, a rather extraordinary one, fighting monsters and saving a school bus full of kids with her bare hands.

Of course she was going to go back to CatCo and write about her after that.

"Miss Grant, Agent Danvers is here." Her assistant announces.

"Tell her to come in."

Alex walks into her office with a wary demeanour, wearing casual clothes instead the usual pantsuit she wears while on duty as an FBI agent, and taking a quick glance at the office, as if she was searching for any threats.

"Excellent," Cat welcomes her with a satisfied grin, "I see your new job doesn't affect your ability to show up on time to an appointment. I'll try to make this quick in case you have to leave to attend other matters."

"Why am I here, Miss Grant?"

Straight to business. That's one of the traits she's always liked about the agent.

"Very well," Cat stands up and rounds her table, to lean at the edge of it, right in front of Alex, "As you well know, CatCo took upon itself to be the platform that would show Supergirl to the world, even if that girl is a PR nightmare sometimes."

"Well, no one forced you to do that."

"Someone would have done it, eventually. Better us than the Planet."

"Is there any point to this conversation?"

"Yes," Cat answers, "As I was saying, we gave Supergirl to the world so, as it was expected, the world turned to us when they wanted to know more about their hero, but also to act as an intermediary for those who want to send her something."

"I know. Kids send her drawings all the time. It's kind of adorable to see her opening all those letters."

"Well," Cat turns around and grabs the binder on her desk, then turns to Alex again and hands it over to her, "Now you two can do that together."

"What's this?" The agent asks confused.

"Just a sample from the five boxes of mail addressed to Lady Artemis that CatCo has received since you first started going around in that suit. I'm also going to need an email address to send all the digital ones."

Alex seems speechless for a moment, staring bewildered at the binder in her hands.

"I've got fan mail?"

"People love Lady Artemis, agent Scully. She might be more distant than Supergirl, a bit darker, but she still makes them feel safe, protected. We all know that this city has its share of heroes and vigilantes, but only two of them wear that S on their chest, and even if yours is less flashy, it's still the same symbol that gives them hope when things go awry. All that mail is just a consequence of your acts, a thank you for being there."

"I'm just doing my job," Alex says, "With or without the suit; it has always been my job."

"And I always thought that you were highly unappreciated for that. But, things have changed, and now people know about it. Just learn to accept their gratitude," Cat moves away from the desk and steps into Alex's personal space, pointing a finger at her, "You'll also have to accept their judgement, because that goes hand in hand with having a public profile. Of course, I expect you to be better than your sister at all this. I've only got time to handle the incompetence of one Danvers at a time."

"Don't worry. I won't be flying into your balcony every time I have an existential crisis. I've got a bottle of Scotch at home for that."

"Great," Cat turns around and goes back to behind her desk, sitting again in her comfortable chair, and clearly getting into business mode, "Now that we've got all that cleared up, let's talk about CatCo's Magazine's next issue."

Alex frowns at that.

"I was thinking we could do photo shoot with Supergirl and Artemis together. Maybe a mid shot or a medium close up for the front page? People should be able to see the crest on your suit alongside Supergirl's. You should also answer a few questions. We'll be careful not to reveal too much, obviously, but people is dying to know more about Artemis." Then Cat just leans back on her chair, sporting a smug grin in her face, "Lois is going to love it."

The End (now for real)