Chapter 3: Victory Churro
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
-Kara-
It had been days since she'd actually been able to see Lena. Kara had shown up at her office to offer moral support, but her secretary Jess had shooed her away. Jess was always nice to Kara. She shared her stash of snacks and pictures of her new kitten. But each time Kara asked about Lena the dutiful woman had claimed Ms Luthor was too busy assuaging her legal team and arguing with her board to chew her own food, let alone talk.
After hearing the same thing from Jess again and again, Kara, deeply concerned, could not get the young CEO out of her head.
And that was when her mission began.
After all, eating was the absolute best part of any day. If she went so much as a couple of hours without a donut, her body felt like it would start disintegrating organs for nutrients. Someone so nice shouldn't have their organs disintegrated.
So the next day Kara came prepared. Instead of trying to take Lena out to lunch, she had shown up with the most amazing donuts on the entire planet. She'd checked.
Kara tried to explain to Jess that it was imperative that Lena have the very specific, wonderful experience of blueberry-glazed goodness. Her argument was perfect, concise but impassioned, and Jess just shook her head at her!
In the face of the Kryptonian's valiant effort to bring Lena some much needed awesomeness, Jess had halted her quest, arguing nonsensically about salads.
Apparently Lena thought the were her favorite food and Jess had multiple delivered to the office every day. Lena just wasn't eating them because she was too busy.
Kara felt heartbroken for Lena. Salads! Of course she wasn't eating anything. That was a food made up entirely of vegetables, which were the worst part of any meal.
Obviously, Lena was being kept prisoner and was in need of urgent heroic intervention. Kara had considered it before, but she didn't want to freak Lena out by flying up to her office as Supergirl and knocking at her window. -I mean,- the hero thought seriously, -she could be in serious trouble. Assassins are one thing, but being held captive with cruel and unusual salad-related torture was inconceivable!-
Drifting up to the floor of Lena's office, cape rustling around her Kara paused and saw the young CEO was in fact furiously typing, eyes flicking over 4 different screens in front of her then returning back to a stack of documents. A large cup of coffee was the only sign of sustenance in the room.
Kara sighed in sympathy and worried the woman might have actually taken root into her fancy black leather office furniture.
Not sure what to do, she floated toward her with the box of baked goods. Seeing her own reflection in Lena's window, Kara froze mid-air panicking with the realization that she had never actually talked to Lena as Supergirl. And like, how did she explain that Supergirl was aware of Lena's tragic donut-less existence. She shied back, dropping down a few floors so Lena wouldn't notice her. Determined to complete her mission regardless of obstetrical of logic, she inched back up slowly and out from the building until she had a clear shot to get the box of donuts to land right on the little table on her balcony.
Well, most of them, the hero conceded. Not sure what Lena might like, the Kryptonian had bought a dozen for her to try. -But it was a really long walk from the corner store to the office and it was a really long flight to get up to her balcony. There were at least 2 of them left in the box, and at least one was blueberry.
The best kind, she remembered regretfully. Feeling herself salivate she flew away quickly before she could be tempted.
Waking up the next morning, excited to finally have plans to see Lena on the day of the L-Corp renaming ceremony, Kara fell 5 feet out of the air crashing from a hover dream when she tried to roll over to hit her alarm clock. She scrambled back onto her feet and hummed along to an N-Sync song that started playing in her head.
Kara loved dancing around her apartment. The far wall was made of huge windows that let light stream in onto the unfinished brick and open expanse of hardwood floors.
Like always, the blonde girl was wearing her blue sports bra and boy shorts as she danced around bouncing with energy. The energetic Kryptonian slid across the hardwood in her socks before stripping them off feeling her feet tingle when the sun rays hit time.
She couldn't be naked walking around her apartment because, like, what if her cousin was in town and tried to look in on her. He was a fuss-bucket, but she didn't want him to get hurt falling out of the sky trying to scrape his eyes out like she was sure would happen to her in that position.
But she liked the fuzzy glowing feeling of sunrays fusing into her skin. And wearing as little as possible let her feel more. Topped off on sunshine and vibrating with energy, Kara opened up her senses to the world and smiled as she caught a familiar sound.
Listening to heartbeats was a lot like listening to people walking. After you know someone long enough, you can tell who is walking up behind you by the rhythm of their steps and heaviness of their foot falls. Some hearts had a sharp snapping quality to the closing of valves, some had a tiny whining sound, or a rub right after the close, or pounded out blood against the arteries like a drum. Lena's was steady, almost lyrical with the occasional fluttering sound where a heartbeat should be before it came back. Which Kara meant to ask Alex about but figured had something to do with the unhealthy amount of coffee the woman consumed instead of actual meals.
Kara had noticed the heartbeat the last time they met. Over last few days though, she had been worried. She didn't want to bother the busy CEO, so whenever she was out on patrol she would check in on the sound instead. After a while, whenever she didn't have somewhere to rush toward she found herself drifting in the direction of Lena's office or penthouse the young CEO's heartbeat playing in her mind like a catchy song that wouldn't leave her alone until she was close enough to actually hear it in person. Tuning into it that often had increased the radius she could catch it, but from her Loft she could only hear it if she tuned-in and really focused on opening her senses as wide out as they would go.
Needing to get ready, Kara let the sound fade out. She played it from memory instead and made up a song to go with the rhythm while she kicked off the rest of her things and shut the lead-lined bathroom door to take a shower. Drying off with a hyper-speed vibration Kara waked over to her closet, opening it she felt a stab of disappointment.
She didn't want to be so…Kara, going to go see Lena. -Cardigans and muted colors were a good disguise and all but…-
She wrinkled her nose at the intruding memory of Kal's lecture, explaining again how he was a nerd to protect Lois for a decade before they actually got together. That wasn't the same, obviously, because she was just friends with Lena. -But Lena was so cool and sophisticated, and- just -gorgeous, like a glamour icon or something. And Kara Danvers was a mousy, awkward, stumbling, puppy reporter with big thick fake glasses,- she thought with a huff, tossing herself on top of her bed with enough force to hear the bottom scrape against the floor.
-The only badass thing Kara Danvers owned was her supersuit,- She let out a wistful sigh.
Kara zipped into a dozen different outfits, feeling like she was rejecting more than just the clothes. Not entirely satisfied, she decided on her favorite blue button-up with pin-stripe pants. Ready to head out, she remembered why she was going in the first place and that Supergirl would need to be able to get into her suit before saving her.
Kara kicked herself for the thousandth time for not keeping her mouth shut and just showing up as Supergirl. Rummaging through the back of her closet she found a long flowy white skirt that would hide her Supergirl skirt. It took, like, nanoseconds for her to change normally; she was way faster than those suits with the tiny spreading nanobots. But this way she could just rip everything off and run. She nodded at her reflection with satisfaction and headed out the door.
Kara knew there would be security swarming around Lena's place since that drone attack, so she was sure to actually take a bus this time. Well, she ran half the way there and then got on.
Kara fidgeted on the ripped vinyl seat. Tapping her toe against the metal pole in front of her, she thought about how slow buses were, and cars, and planes. She sighed thinking of the 647 things she could get done in the time it took this metal brick to roll forward one more stop.
Listening to the wheels under her she strained her brain trying to will them to move faster. -I wish I was an Almeracian,- she thought after she'd given herself a headache. Then felt a little silly remembering that Supergirl's powers were obviously awesome and being able to read people's minds would be awful.
When the doors opened Kara had to strain her muscles against the urge to speed through and instead helped the lady next to her with her rolling cage-thing full of groceries.
Kara had to mentally remind herself this was supposed to be the first time she had been to Lena's place. It was just as fancy inside as the architecture, and team of well-groomed valets on the curb, had promised. -Like the New York hotel in that early 90s Macaulay Culkin movie, crystal chandelier and gold trim on everything,- she thought, idly wondering if it would be weird to invite Lena to sister movie night.
The door man stood like a felt-trimmed stone sentry in front of the personal elevator up to Lena's place and Kara panicked for a moment wondering if Lena had remembered their plans. What if the statue man didn't know she was suppose to go up? They hadn't even exchanged personal numbers so she couldn't just text her and ask.
Diverting herself from her path to the elevator while she tried to decide what to do, Kara caught that familiar rhythm and looked over with relief. Lena was already waiting for her, sitting in the lobby on a gold-plated bench, scrolling through her phone.
Kara walked up next to her with a broad smile and chirped, "Hi, are you ready to go?" Lena startled at Kara's bright greeting, like she hadn't been expecting anyone.
"Kara-" Lena said catching her breath. "Oh, yes. Of course. I didn't have any food in the house, but I had my driver go out in case you were hungry. Did you eat already?"
"What do having eaten and being hungry have to do with each other?" Kara asked with a wolfish grin, eyes zeroing in with intensity on the neatly packed bento box Lena was offering, momentarily frustrated at her glasses before Lena handed her the box.
Kara smiled widely when saw the section of orange chicken and trying not to look disappointed when she noticed that half of the box was filled with vegetables for some unknowable reason. -So much space that could have had more orange chicken,- she thought with a pout.
Sliding open a hidden compartment on the bottom of the box Kara made the unilateral decision that Lena was now her favorite person. Alex could be her favorite again the next time she brought her pot-stickers.
Sitting next to her, Lena had made a couple of sounds as if to start speaking, then just watched Kara looking fascinated.
"Um," Lena started after Kara had finished inhaling the box of food. "I thought you might want to go out to one of the picnic tables in the courtyard or something, but well,- never mind."
Kara remembered Alex had told her she should feel embarrassed when she did things like that. Dismissing that thought, she decided to share her decision with Lena instead, "There were pot stickers Lena," she said as though the woman hadn't just given them to her. She continued with solemnity, "As the providing of pot stickers is the greatest act one person can do for another, I have decided that you are my favorite person today."
Kara saw Lena trying to hide a smile and heard her heartbeat dance a little differently. Taking that as a good sign, she took Lena's arm walking toward the exit.
Reaching the park, Kara covertly squinted over her glasses. Determined not to miss anything again, she checked for guns on the people, drones behind the white marble statues or bombs in one of the neatly manicured bushes spaced regularly on either side of the walkway. She felt that nervous feeling settling in her stomach again and tuned into Lena's heartbeat to calm down.
Lena didn't seem to notice what Kara was doing. She was focusing so intently on the tablet she was rapidly moving her hands over, that she almost tripped on a kid playing with chalk on the sidewalk. Kara jumped over to Lena, moving just a little too fast, hoisting her backward to stop her from accidentally kicking the kid in the head.
The blonde looked around nervously to see if anyone had noticed her speed and sighed in relief. Looking down the Kryptonian realized she still held Lena in a backwards dip balanced on one of her arms.
Lena's gaze flashed something intense before she quirked an eyebrow. Kara noticed that same patter again. Lena observed wryly, "You're stronger than you look."
Kara's eyes went wide as she straightened Lena upright and readjusted her glasses. Frazzled, she tried to come up with exercise words. Everything she actually did was combat training which wasn't very Kara-Danversy. "Yeah I lift- things and um, do a lot of yoga and- biking." She finished as a cyclist buzzed past them.
Lena nodded distractedly at as Kara berated herself for that horrendously awkward moment, -Rao! Chahvehd zehtiahr gem Earth, Kara?-
-translation: [God! First day on Earth, Kara?]-
They reached the stage and Lena was still focusing intently on what Kara assumed was her speech. Her heart-rate continuing to accelerate. Taking her hand Kara squeezed it and said encouragingly, "You got this Lena, go get em."
Glancing up from her tablet Lena looked at their hands in surprise, "Thank you, darling," She said with a soft smile, squeezing the girl's hand back before handing her tablet to Jess and taking a couple of notecards out of her bag.
While Lena got mic'd, Kara did a quick flyover as Supergirl, waving to show her support and checking the perimeter. She made note of the DEO agents she recognized mixed in the crowd and fanned out at exit points including her sister who was standing off to the side of the stage away from the crowd wearing her serious agent face while talking into her sleeve.
Lena's speech was surprisingly short, highlighting the same ideas she'd discussed with Kara about National City being a fresh start for L-Corp and herself. Besides her personal introduction, she didn't mention the Luthor name at all. Instead she chose to focus on her vision for the positive direction of L-Corp into the future. On re-purposing the technology that may have been used to take lives, to instead help in the lives of every day citizens.
Kara had intended to change back before Lena finished her speech and was looking for where Kara Danvers might enter unobtrusively, but then she heard the creaking sound of a finger strained against a trigger.
She shot down out of the sky and landed hard on the stage in front of Lena. Kara held her heroic posture as a barrage of bullets dropping off her body, several nicking holes in the front of her suit, internally sighing in relief that she had made it in time.
Seeing a drone moving to flank her, she jumped on top of Lena and flew them both underneath the stage where several reporters from the ceremony were sheltering in the far corner. Alex followed ducking into the space, calling positions to her team.
Hearing Alex's voice and heartbeat behind her with relief, Kara rolled with Lena so she was beneath her and explained firing out words as rapidly as humans could comprehend, "I have to go. Stay with A-Agent Danvers. It should be safe here. Yell if you need me." Their faces so close in that position, Kara noticed a minute expression flick over Lena's face before she threw herself into flight.
Kara tried to settle her nerves and get into fight mode.
The drones ignored her targeting the stage and surrounding agents with bullets and flame. She took out one with heat vision, which caught the attention of two more that moved to flank her while her attention drawn.
When one of them reached her she snatched it out of the air and spun around, using the momentum to smash it into the drone on her other side. She winced seeing them both crash into the playground below. Kara sped over and used freeze breath to take out the flames.
Distracted she almost missed the bomber that was moving over the stage Lena was sheltering under with Alex. She dove under the drone and caught the bombs before they had a chance to impact. Blasting back up into the sky she broke through the drone with her outstretched fists.
Reaching above the clouds the hero cracked the two bombs on her knee and was enveloped in a ball of wild flames.
"So loud," she mumbled to herself as she floated out of the massive explosion, yawning to get her ears to stop ringing.
Her suit was scorched, one arm completely melted off. Her dark figure was much more menacing as she advanced on the armed assailants below.
Kara pouted -I hate when I don't have time to teach the bad guys a lesson.-
She stacked four men on top of each other and carted them to a nearby pole to tie them around.
Above the clouds she's missed seeing the last drone dive bomb at the stage and felt a jolt of panic. She halted hurtling back to the ground seeing Agent Ramerez take it out with a grenade.
She drifted in the air surveying the field with satisfaction. No more drones or guys with guns below her.
She checked in on Alex and Lena's heartbeats. The sounds were near each other but not where she'd left them.
Kara sped down a few city blocks. When she spotted Lena she was running next to Alex chasing a man holding a child in his arms. Lena threw something a meter in front of the man, glass shattering on the pavement. Alex shot him in the leg.
The pair went down, but the fall was blocked by an expanding material that had grown out of the vial Lena had thrown.
Kara joined them and was quick to break the material that held the boy captive and happily watched as the man was snuggly wrapped up in a slimy burrito prison.
"Coool." The hero said amazed at the CEOs tech and quick thinking. -Shoot, shoot. Supergirl time.- Kara chastised herself. Putting her hands on her hips she lowered her voice. "Very impressive Ms Luthor."
Kara was far more excited about Lena's heroics than her own. -She deserves a trophy or something.- She thought, then had a better idea.
The Kryptonian zipped off and begged a man hiding in a food truck to reopen so she could buy Lena a victory churro.
Churro delivered to a puzzled dark-haired CEO-turned-badass, Kara flew off feeling inspired.
Reaching her loft, the blonde reporter started clicking keys on her laptop before her body had even touched down from flight, proudly typing out what would be on the front page of CatCo tomorrow.
-Lena -
Lena felt warm inside even when she looked over at the board of magnetized pieces still configured where she'd left them in Metropolis. Feeling it appropriate today, she walked over and slid another white pawn forward into position for her favorite opening sequence, the Queen's Gambit, then picked up the article on her desk again.
Reading the headline to herself for the fifth time that morning Lena smiled softly.
Lena Luthor Saves Citizens with Supergirl- exclusive by Kara Danvers.
Lena had been praised in a few articles before. Usually for some invention or donation or dress she'd worn better. But she'd never read an article about her just doing good before.
One thought interrupted her internal revelry and Lena chewed on her lip considering her decision to fill Kara's office with flowers. That was normal right? She had made that decision impulsively, still groggy from sleep, sitting up in the bed with her glasses on reading the news highlights. When she had found had encountered the article in her scroll, she read it in shock, scanning for some ironic insidious spin out of reflex. The second time she appreciated the tone, factual but enthusiastic, brimming with promise and hope that spoke more clearly than the byline who was responsible for every word.
She hadn't really had very many straight female friends. Or friends for that matter. And she was worried Kara, whose normal demeanor could be described as a frolicking unicorn drunk on sunshine, might be awkward around her if she figured out how attracted Lena was to the impressive vibrant young reporter.
-Crushes be damned,- Lena thought, preparing one of her patented emotional boxes to cram those feelings into. She was a grown woman and absolutely was not going to let anything that trivial get in the way of having a friend like Kara. -I barely know her,- she chided herself. -We're not friends. She's just a nice person who did and said nice things.- Like how you were her favorite person, a corner piece of her mind argued popping the lid off of it's box before she ruthlessly pushed it away.
Regardless, she should have waited to ask Jess about the flowers. Jess seemed to know a lot about Kara for some reason she couldn't fathom.
Cringing internally, Lena reevaluated the gesture as the setting of a scene that some romantic comedy heroine would spin around in a room with every surface covered in flowers, before she decided to follow her man across the country, or say yes, or not get an abortion, or whatever those movies normally ended with.
Tempted to call Kara to explain herself, Lena heard her phone vibrate. Unlocking the screen, she pulled up a thank you message from Kara. It was a little hard to read written in all caps and containing several more vowels than words typically have followed by an incomprehensible string of emojis. -Does the peach still mean something about sex,- she thought, frustrated her genius and world-renowned instructors had not prepared her for this moment. She knew five languages for Christ's sake.
Her phone buzzed several more times in rapid succession, each time describing another of Lena's qualities before Kara sent one that asked if she could take her out to lunch. Anytime she typed with a winky face, then quickly erased. -Shit, why was it impossible for me not to flirt with this girl.- She felt like a teenager.
Instead she typed back, that sounds wonderful darling and hit send before her mind processed, now horrified, that she'd used a pet name for a straight woman she'd known for less than a month. -Oh well, going to have to make that normal now, like its a quirk of mine or something,- she thought trying to remember the last time she had called anyone else darling.
Cursing, Lena remembered her meeting with a Japan syndicate she had at noon, she asked if they could make it breakfast tomorrow instead. Kara replied using a single wide-eyed puppy dog emoji that broke the Luthor's heart, but agreed to the plan.
Determined to feel like she was a powerful competent woman again, Lena drove back into the mystery that had been filling her mind this last week. Her financial team had tracked down all of the LuthorCorp subsidiaries, shell companies and privately owned Luthor properties. There were a few that had raised flags for her to check for nefarious operations, but one building in particular had her suspicious of something more.
As always, her brother's madness complicated the issue and she refused to facilitate it being responsible for the death of anymore people.
Breaking her concentration, Lena heard Jess's voice, "Ms. Luthor there is a Kathrine Kane here to see you."
Lena had no idea why the scion of the Hamilton arms fortune would want to enter into a relationship L-Corp now. But, curious, Lena replied "Thank you Jess. Please show in Ms Kane and reschedule my next two meetings."
Breaking into her business smile Lena approached the tall woman with short dark hair striding forward. She was dressed like a washed out rockstar black blazer layered over a Nirvana t-shirt. The tattoos peaking-out from the collar of her neck and shirt cuffs making Lena wonder just how heavily tattoo the rest of her body might be, but, it was the single earring and the crew-cut that really solidified the look.
At the center of the office the two women shook hands. "A pleasure to see you again of course Ms Kane. To what do I owe the honor."
"Lena, always so formal. I think you greeted me the same way in boarding school. What were you 10?" Kate said in a teasing tone.
"Twelve," Lena said coolly. She remembered Kate Kane in boarding school. Always brash, getting into fights with anyone over anything. For the most part students at school had left Lena alone, likely not really sure what to do with someone several years their junior. Lena knew from experience that trying to bond with anyone at school was a waste of time, almost everyone she met wanted her as a connection to her father, or, on one occasion, to hack into the school's server to change a grade. That one she'd done out of boredom, appreciating the novelty.
Kate Kane had been different in an enigmatic way. She spent almost none of her time on campus except during the classes that she bothered to show up to. She was persistent, trying to talk to Lena on a dozen separate occasions. At another time she might have appreciated the gesture, but Kate always tried to talk with her after she'd come back form long painful weekends trying to placate Lillian. After that she had no emotional energy left to play games.
She couldn't figure out exactly what Kate wanted. The woman was always so personal, asking about emotions Lena had no interest in sharing or her family, that she had still stubbornly defended no matter how they treated her. Part of her was disappointed that Kate was a year ahead of her, but it was just another reason not to bother investing time into someone who was going to graduate the same year she'd arrived.
"I always meant to ask," Lena said dryly, "You're not even Catholic. How many schools did you have to get kicked out of to end up at Our Lady of Perpetually Bitchy Nuns?"
Kane barked out a surprised laugh. "Little Luthor," she said, shaking her head regretfully, "It's too bad that one was my last. It was gilded hell-hole make no mistake, but you might have been a good influence on me if we'd actually gotten to know each other." Kate tilted her head with a lopsided smile, continuing in an ironic tone, "I tried to get the army to straighten me out, but it didn't really take. I could have sworn for a minute I was making progress with you though. I think the last time we talked I actually got you to respond to me in complete sentences. You, Little Luther, were a tough nut to crack."
"A feat yet to be accomplished," Lena responded, appreciating the confirmation that Kane wasn't actually trying to bully her. With a more genuine tone she asked again, "Seriously Kate, why are you here?"
"You know rich people Lena. Always looking for new ways to divert revenue streams to flow to their vaults. Personally, I'm aiming for a Scrooge McDuck benchmark."
"They also tend to have a treasured love for the sound of their own voices," Lena commented dryly, not letting Kate control the conversation despite how charming her ridiculous antics always were.
"Shots fired!" Kate yelled, and shutting both eyes with a grimace of pain and grabbing her chest dramatically. Slowly she opened one eye and saw Lena staring back coolly, eyebrow raised. "Alright, alright. I know you probably have several billion dollars worth of paperwork on this desk calling your name as we speak," Kate said placatingly. "I'm here on behalf of Wayne Enterprises actually, I started working with my cousin a couple of years ago. Bruce mostly likes to keep things in the family, but with some new developments in National City, we decided to branch out, see if we can bring some other assets into the fold.
"Bruce has had, eh -unfortunate experiences with the Luthor clan in the past. So, as his humble representative, I come to open talks and clasp forearms on some mutual projects." Leaning back Kate kicked her feet up, Vans crossed, poised on the edge of Lena's desk before continuing, "I wanted to gauge your interest in a general way before we start pounding out the minutia."
"If you're looking to get in bed with the Luthors," Lena started seeing Kate smirk, "then I'm afraid you wasted the flight. L-Corp is moving out of the murder and world domination game."
Hearing that, Kate put her feet back on the floor and smiled broadly, "That's exactly why I'm here actually. We didn't have much interest in Luthors pleural. Never been much into edge play. But, remembering our school days fondly, I looked into Lena Luthor specifically and found someone intriguing. It's not everyday you see a single woman housing the intellect of a Ravenclaw, the hutzpah to put away her own psychotic murderous brother, and little-people-focused world-saving ideals. And," Kate said gesturing toward the desk, "if that article there is right, a sharpshooter merit-badge."
"You certainly know how to turn a girl's head Kane," she said with wry amusement.
"I didn't even mention that I was team Lentara," Kate interjected, mentioning the shipping name the tabloids had given a short-lived flame Lena had enjoyed with a redheaded couture model named Tarra Dubois back in Metropolis.
Ignoring that Lena shook her head and surmised, "I take it that means that you're interested more in teaming with our medical technology division. Any projects in particular capture your interest?"
"A few," Kate offered noncommittally. "WayneCorp is well outfitted to provide for material needs. Our supply chains for lithium and carbon nanotubes run globally. You seem to have attracted the lion's share of industry leading experts to your brain-trust, so we would like to support L-Corp's efforts to make the technology of tomorrow, today," Kate said seriously finishing in an infomercial impression.
Lena weighed the offer. It certainly had its merits she mused. Bruce Wayne's lecherous reputation did his company's PR no favors, but the Wayne Enterprises brand had been a major player in any number of fields for decades with remarkably little real scandal. LutherCorp had played an insular game under Lex, likely to hide his off-the-books projects, L-Corp being seen as a team player might be helpful.
"Depending on your numbers and where you stand on credit attribution. I think I can say I have an interest in pursuing the venture further," Lena said diplomatically holding out her hand.
Kate jumped up out of her chair and circled around Lena's desk looking like she was going to go in for a hug before Lena pivoted her arm between them. Shaking hands with a sarcastically dignified expression for a moment, Kate pulled Lena toward her and pounded her back, lingering for a moment to tell her how excited she was. Moving away, the older woman apologized for Lena's obvious rigid discomfort, sticking both hands in her jacket pockets to contain them in contrition. "Like old times," Kate said chucking.
Walking backward toward the door Kate tossed up both of her hands in a wave calling out, "See you soon Little Luthor."
Lena bent her arm in a half-wave as Kate left and smiled thinking to herself, -Having a business associate like Kate could definitely backfire, but a least it will be an interesting ride.-
Notes: Going to miss you Ruby Rose!
Also, I made Lena gay and changed her relationship history because Lames was upsetting to my happiness.
In place of James the weirdly inconsistent I've added in Kate Kane, the consistently awesome into my Supergirl headcannon.