Conversations on a Balcony
8
"I knew she wasn't you," Cat said as she watched Supergirl slowly drift down to land on the balcony next to her.
The hero crossed her arms as she leaned sideways against the wall and gazed at the CatCo CEO. "You're one of the few people who did," she said, eyes lowering then.
"People are quick to change opinions," Cat sighed. "Even after everything you've done for National City, they let this Bizarro imposter sway their opinion without giving you the benefit of the doubt."
"I'd be lying if I said it didn't hurt."
The CEO moved closer and rubbed the hero's bicep gently. "I know… but in fairness, Supergirl, they saw YOU…" She made air quotes. "With their own eyes. They didn't have you standing next to them while Bizarro was rampaging on TV."
The hero nodded and paced a little, hands perched on her hips as her cape swung gently behind her. "Sometimes this is so hard," she murmured. "I want to be out there. I want to help people, Miss Grant. But when I was on the way here, someone actually shot at me and that can be dangerous for others when the bullets bounce off me."
"I hope it rebounded and hit them in the leg," Cat groused, eyes stormy. That brought a delighted grin to the hero's mouth and the CEO tilted her head curiously as the familiar planes of Supergirl's face morphed into planes of a face even more familiar to her. "Seriously though, I'm sorry, Supergirl. If there's anything I can do to help…"
Blue eyes blinked and the Girl of Steel's shoulders fell as she tentatively reached out a hand. "I…um… Could I…" she began softly.
But Cat just smiled and pulled her close, holding her gently and rocking them as the hero's arms wrapped around her in return. "Yes, Supergirl, you can have a hug."