Conversations on a Balcony
44
"If I was ANYONE else on this planet, would we even be having this conversation?" Kara asked angrily, blue eyes narrowed. "This is MY story, Ms. Danvers-Grant."
Cat turned away and hesitated before pushing slowly through the double-doors and out onto her office balcony to take deep breaths of fresh air.
For a moment, Kara debated what to do. As a reporter, she was furious at having her story taken from her but, as Cat's wife, she recognized the conflict of interest that the CEO was trying to avoid. She took a deep breath and followed the older woman, moving to stand next to her and lean on her palms on the low wall.
"If we weren't together, I'd have no problem with you doing this," Cat said quietly.
"I know and I'm sorry for getting angry. It was unprofessional," the younger blonde replied as she calmed down. "Look, I get it, Cat, but I CAN be objective. It's my job to be and I'm very good at it. Outside of what he did to you, this guy's criminal activity IS newsworthy."
Cat turned slowly to face her. "But what about your reputation? I don't want your career blown up because of people thinking this is my wife retaliating against the jock strap in a fancy suit who spread rumors about me." Kara gripped the top of the wall so tightly that cracks began to form. Cat quickly stroked her hand, encouraging her to relax. "I didn't give him any attention last month because you and I both know I'm not sleeping with anyone but you, and anything I'd said would have just added fuel to the fire. I know you're upset and angry... I am too... but let the story on him go to someone else who's not so personally connected to me..." She put a hand on her wife's forearm. "Please, Kara."
Kara growled her annoyance but finally blew out a long breath and nodded. "Ok, I'll let Nia take it." She looked down then, fists clenched. "Maybe I'll just throw him into space instead," she muttered darkly as her eye sockets began to glow.
Cat felt the heat radiate against her face and she quickly poked her wife's side. "Kara... eyes..."
The hero blinked rapidly as her heat vision dispelled. "Sorry... I'm just so fucking angry," she got out through a partially clenched jaw.
"Remember we talked before about the anger behind the anger? What he said about me was bad enough... but, Sweetheart, would I be right in saying that he made you feel like National City thinks you're not enough for me?" Cat asked softly.
Kara's head whipped around. "What?"
"Our marriage is very public and now, National City may think I'm having sex with someone behind your back, after we've only been married a couple of months... as if you can't keep me satisfied."
The younger blonde sucked in a breath and closed her eyes, visibly deflating. "How... how did you know?" she asked.
"Because if the situation was reversed, I'd feel the same insecurity," Cat admitted. "An older woman unable to keep her younger wife happy..."
"But..." Kara's mouth dropped open. "That's not even..."
"Kara, this is the downside to being married to someone who's very much in the public eye. Frankly, I'm surprised we haven't been bitten by something like this sooner."
The younger woman turned to half sit on the wall. She folded her arms and then adjusted her glasses uneasily. "So, what do we do?" she finally asked. "Ignore it?"
"Actually," Cat chuckled. "I think we should go out, be seen together as happy as we are, and just live our lives. In a few days, we'll be old news and Nia will kick his ass for us in her article." She smirked then. "Plus, as Nia's boss, you have editorial control of the content. Tell her to keep any mention of me out of it but... I'm angry enough to want her to make it juicy."
The hero grinned and leaned over to kiss her wife's cheek. "I'll let her know." She turned to head back inside but Cat stopped her with a hand on her arm.
"Kara... I love you," she said seriously. "And you're more than enough. You're everything to me."
Kara nodded and leaned close to kiss Cat on the lips this time. "And you're everything to me."
