A chilled, hazy, gentle and serene breeze forced its way into the room. The invisible draft urged the hairs on Cat's open arms to rise unexpectedly. It was kind, courteous as if the universe was granting her of great humanity and empathy.
The timing was perfect. Tones of gray faded, molding slowly, timid behind the near buildings. Cat's shifted her sight, now that she was awake.
Her wife was here, next to her. The light started peeking into the room, making a quiet entrance, moving gradually through the area skillfully and naturally.
Kara was sleeping on her front, her back exposed and warm next to Cat. The round bruises, bullet bruises, covered the area like unwanted spots.
Cat's legs acknowledged the warm the sun provided. With a swift move of her fingers, she slid the covers from her wife's body, offering Kara's complexion to the star. The sun emerged, covering the entire area and Kara's body.
The sight was unusual and unprecedented. Cat wanted nothing than to touch Kara, but she was unaware of the relationship her wife had with the sun.
She observed.
Kara's breathing was tranquil, quiet. She was determined to stay in bed until her new friend healed her wife.
Everything felt new to Cat. She was impressed, starstruck, enamored by her sight that now she could explore without distress.
Golden locks rested next to her. The scent was pure and unique, and even though Kara was not even touching Cat, her presence made her stomach feel at ease.
Cat gasped, as blonde hair looked brighter and healthier by the second. Her eyes traveled over shoulders as she caught the perfect moment the sun faded blemishes and bruises. Her eyes blinked and focused on the skin as if her mind couldn't quite recollect what she was experiencing in front of her eyes.
She stretched her hand, ghosting her digits over slowly dissolving spots. She desired to touch, kiss and protect, now more than ever.
The image in front of her suddenly became a memory she would never be able to remove from her mind. Every little imperfection transformed into magnificent and extraordinary beauty.
And she smiled, the brightest smile of all.
Slowly, Kara woke from her deep slumber, finding the sound of her wife's heart. She felt modest for a moment, turning and locating superb green eyes.
"You are breathtaking," Cat susurrate. Kara recognized the tone spontaneously and rolled over, enveloping her warm arms around Cat. "How are you feeling?" Cat muttered over.
"Happy." Kara directly answered.
"Hmm," Cat witnessed how the sun shined directly onto Kara's eyes. Her eyes advanced down Kara's cheeks until they sank on full lips. The star splendidly cleaned the cut out of her wife's lips; to later dispatch the wound smeared in makeup residue. "You're perfectly fine." She said, moving her hand to Kara's cheek. "Healthy."
"Are you saying I'm fine?" Kara fooled. "Like how cool kids say nowadays?"
Cat stretched her brow, stirring slowly in bed with a quick roll of her eyes, but never dropping the silly grin Kara evoked.
"Yes," Kara whirled her wife's body with her arms, tugging her closer. "I feel perfectly fine."
Cat took a long breath, accepting her wife's words. "It will take me a moment to grasp it." She beamed, blinking tears apart from her eyes. "What I'm trying to say is, that I am happy to know that you're okay. It was difficult to witness you in that shape." Cat rolled her eyes at Kara's gentle expression. "You have an amazing body." She scolded, glancing within their bodies.
Kara smirked at her wife's character. "Why, thank you." She pushed her weight on her elbow becoming close to Cat's face. "I," she murmured changing her tone. "I want to start everything with you." Kara moved forward, planting a soft kiss on Cat's lips. Cat groaned unpredictably, rubbing her lips and attempting to focus on Kara's face. "I want you to feel everything we did when we fell in love."
"Isn't a little late, dear?" Cat elevated her brow. "I am certain the way I feel when I look into your eyes can be represented as the four-letter word." Cat gulped.
Kara was tranquil for a second. "I'll start again," She pecked her wife's lips twice. "Okay, maybe now." Kara slid her hand over Cat's back and kissed her cheek. "I'm going to court you, the way you deserve." She spun around, leaving the sheets and standing promptly. "Starting now."
Cat whirled around, biting her lips. She couldn't shift her sight; Kara's underwear and sports bra, accompanied by the sun made her body shine. She could see every muscle, every graceful space that her mind kept reminding of bruises.
Cat grinned, clutching the sheets and covering her body. "Okay, how will you do that then?"
"Well, today we will kiss for the first time." Kara sped to the restroom, and she came back with a toothbrush in her mouth.
"Darling," Cat began, a massive smile on her face.
"No, no," Kara mumbled. "Trust me, okay. I'll show you tonight."
"Consequently, we will not kiss again today?" Cat started collecting her hair up and leaving the bed to follow her wife into the now drained bathroom floor.
"Nope," Kara said, rinsing her mouth.
Cat laughed, grabbing her toothbrush on her side of the sinks. "You are you, again."
Kara embraced her wife, kissing the top of her head. "I'm sorry that you had to see that, I can't say it will not happen again, but I'll always find a way to come back to you guys."
Cat nodded, sliding her hands over the muscles and warm skin. She finished brushing her teeth. "How many people do we have outside?" Cat shifted the topic, tackling the images that tried to clutch into her mind with the pure smell of coffee that suddenly enrolled in the small area.
She noted how Kara rearranged her gaze from her eyes. She knew the precise moment, her wife saw beyond the mirror, walls, and concrete and instantly found the living room.
"Carter is cleaning Mr. Knows mouth while Ollie eats pancakes. Maggie, Dianna and Alex are sipping coffee in a deep quiet conversation." Cat couldn't get enough of Kara's simplest gesticulations; she was fascinated by the way Kara moved her lips.
Cat squinted her eyes, stirring her head to the sides. "And?" Cat urged, gliding her hand over Kara's neck. "Are you going to eavesdrop?"
Kara's face became red when she caught the distinct topic her family was having about Cat and herself. "You know, just because I have superpowers; it doesn't mean I get to abuse them."
"Then I know what kind of conversation they're holding, judging by your red cheeks."
Kara smirked, lowering her head watching her wife walk away. She was amazed at how hastily Cat was responding sufficiently around her. Now, that they have kissed. Kara was nervous that her wife would feel startled at how things occurred. It turned out that the relaxed side of Cat was still there, even after memory loss.
"Do we do it often?" Cat said crossing the tub and standing in front of their shower. The conversation felt unequal, and the topic was a little out of place, contemplating their family was a couple of walls behind them, but the haste she got consecutively through her veins, was solely so much more. It was the longing of apprehending how they played things. "Sex?"
Cat was euphoric that she could merely create the current subject. She was attracted to see what sort of involvement they had. Was it more than loving and caring for each other? Cat was wholly mindful of the teasing and the competitions between themes and discussions.
Furthermore, Cat was going to discover every approach of their marriage, and she was going to start offering the boldest type of herself. A version, she knew her wife recognized open-endedly.
Kara felt stifled for a second. It was an innovative, kind of eminent personality; Her wife was playing. She knew Cat Grant was intrepid. She was the fiercest and could be the most unnerving person she ever met. Nonetheless, this was occasionally mixed and united with the definition of that the remarkable woman in front of her was her wife.
Kara sneered, quickly shifting her ears to what she wanted to listen. She walked in front of Cat and paused in front of her face. She stretched her hand opening the shower and turning the hot water ready for Cat.
Kara stood there, thanking Rao of gorgeous green eyes. She was fortunate she could overhear her family outside, was excited about how after all this time, her proximity still, rose her wife's vitals.
"Yes," Kara slurred, near to Cat's ear. Kara could see the vapor from the water camouflaging in between her face, and Cat's aroused expression.
Cat shrugged her shoulder, seizing the towel from behind Kara. "Excellent, I-I—didn't want us to be those couples that, don't do it. Or have an established day."
Kara laughed at how she managed to attempt to dodge the topic she originated on purpose. "We were never those couples," Kara pushed the subject again, noticing how Cat hid her fingers into the silky fabric of the towel. "We are pretty great, truly. Every time is better than the last one."
Cat quickly started to discern how the vapor, and condensation was making her hot. "I am sure the energy and youth your body delivers must be one of the many qualities of it." Cat testified. Kara knew the interpretation of her words, and more importantly, she thought Cat was granting her approval.
"I don't want to make love to you in the shower," Kara said, seizing Cat by her waist and pushing her slowly inside the shower. Cat's body tensed, with the faint sprinkles under the shower. The towel, on the floor, moist just like Cat's midpoint. "So, stop teasing me, and let's get ready to work." Kara planted a soft kiss on Cat's shoulder.
"What it's so bad about a shower, Supergirl?"
"You are offensive, Cat." Kara got out of the shower and pushed the door closed. She could see the silhouette of her wife over the glassy foggy door.
Cat snickered and was about to take her pajamas off when she saw Kara floating on top of the shower.
"What a creep!" Cat laughed, grabbing the heavy soaked towel and striving to throw it at Kara. The heroine moved briskly to the side, avoiding Cat's shot.
"Ouch," Kara flew down inside the shower until her face was close to Cat's. "I was not the one asking Supergirl to eavesdrop on her family's conversation earlier!"
"Shh," Cat grinned, grabbing Kara's face in her hands. "Go and get ready, dear." She said kissing Kara's silky lips.
"Okay, but no more kisses after this one?" Kara lowered herself to the shower floor and kissed Cat's lips one more time.
Cat felt like she was drifting herself, and when she reopened her eyes, Kara wasn't in the shower with her.
x.
The place felt soundless; the bathroom was hot as she hurriedly made her way to her walk-in closet. She was surprised to see the bed back to the primary place. She could hear laughter in the kitchen and felt virtuous.
She paced by many dresses and pants. Not knowing what she used to work last week was merely something she couldn't admit. She slid her hand over dresses and expensive fabrics until she stopped in clothes with price tags.
Her enthusiasm quickly rose at the visual of new clothes to start the day. It was a refreshing and incredibly unique day. She had her wife back, and nothing was going to ruin the day.
The dressing was easy, taking care of the stitches was great; everything around her as well, she wasn't alone anymore.
Right after she was ready, Olivia entered her room.
"Mommy, momma had to go." Cat rushed to the four-year-old picking her up and kissing her cheek. "You took too long, and I'm awake it's daylight."
"It's daylight indeed, baby! How are you this morning? Is Aunt Maggie ready to take you to school?" Cat observed her daughter's dress. Her white dress fit her character, just as if she saw a version of Kara herself.
"I am good. Ter gave me food and Mr. Knows, momma is healthy, and then later this afternoon I will go with grandpa J'onn to his job. Momma said they would do some super test."
"Oh, perfect darling." Cat hugged Ollie again. "Thank you for moving the bed last night. Momma woke up perfect thanks to you."
"And the sun."
"And the sun," Cat duplicated.
Ollie smiled, looking at her mother's features. "Mommy you look pretty."
"Thank you, and you look beautiful as well."
"Why are you looking extra pretty?"
Cat placed Ollie on the floor and fixed her dress. "Well today it's a special day, momma is back, and I want to look extra beautiful for her."
"Silly mommy, you always look extra pretty for momma," Ollie said, shaking her head. "Momma says that you are the queen of beauty, not the queen of all media." Ollie laughed. "Mr. Knows agree with us."
"Thank you, sweetheart." Cat placed a kiss on top of Ollie's head and left the room.
"See you tonight, mom." Carter was rushing with a cup of coffee.
"Good morning," She said watching him leave through the elevator. "Good morning, ladies."
"Morning." They all said at the same time.
"Time for me to go," Alex settled the mug inside the sink and kissed Maggie. "Cat you look gorgeous by the way."
"Thank you." Cat turned, grinning at how rapidly she urged the button of the elevator. "Why is everybody in a hurry?"
"We need to go too," Maggie clutched Ollie's backpack and rushed next to Alex. "Ollie say goodbye, honey."
"Bye Di," Olivia placed her hand over her mouth and yelled to her room. "Bye Mr. Knows." She swung and stretched her arms and Cat bent her knees in front of her. "Goodbye, pretty extra mommy." Ollie slid her index finger over her mother's nose and kissed her cheek.
"Oh, I love you so much more, beautiful." Alex and Maggie held the door opened until Olivia got in and they left.
Dianna finished washing the mugs inside the sink. She smiled at Cat and passed her a cup filled with so much needed coffee. "You look stunning, boss."
"I—just needed to try something new. I uprightly can't memorize what I wore last week." She laughed, and Dianna joined her. "So," Cat introduced stating, slowly sipping from her coffee but nevermore lifting her eyes from Dianna.
"You and my son?"
"We also need to go, Thomas is downstairs waiting for us." She immediately gathered her things and rushed to the working elevator.
It was noon, and Cat understood the way her company was running crisp. This was her third time verifying the template. Some pictures were not under the tones of the current issue.
The end of the month was perpetually the hardest for her.
It was dull, restless evenings, attempting to arrange a whole month of work into pages. It was something impressive. Every month she pushed the limits thinking that she could go home early. The concept of this, including Ollie in her life, made the circumstances a little more incapable.
Cat commemorated her office, this evening she wasn't feeling troubled or hopeless to come back to the room nearly forty-eight hours she had the entire town watching for her wife. Everything enclosed with the contentment that covered her void, avoid that she had to remind herself, that doesn't exist anymore.
Dianna entered the office, placing some documents on Cat's desk. Her face resembled remorseful and genuine.
"Okay, this is the last of it." Dianna shrugged one shoulder.
"You said that an hour ago when you brought me the templates." Cat threw herself back in the chair. "At this point, I will never get out of here." The work was too much. "Why?"
Dianna looked back, trying to find the reason for Cat's question. "Why what?"
"Why do I always do the same thing?" Cat removed her glasses and placed them on the desk. "We should do a review every week of what we will introduce in the issue. Why do I wait to the last moment to have all this significance of work? Why do I keep the bullpen full? Why do I stay extra hours here? Why do I keep you here from your social life?" Dianna didn't notice that anyhow between Cat's rant she had her glasses back on her face and was marching to her balcony.
"Well," Dianna started casually, following her. "Different important things happen every week introduced into the issue. We always aspire to unite modern fashion trends. Our reporter's backup the tribune. It makes sense to analyze the issue at the end of the month. I think every magazine or media company does the same thing."
"Well," Cat said, imitating Dianna's tone. "We could always keep those to the minimum, equaling news and trends with the tribune should be easy because the tribune it's a daily paper that we can distribute unobstructed and with expertise." Cat speedily walked to the bar in her office, fixing herself and Dianna a glass of water. "Think about it; why are we systematizing layouts, formats, colors, and textures the evening before advancing the magazine to print?"
"In my experience, it keeps you popular, and sometimes you would decide something in the last second. Something uncommonly clever and then we would switch it."
Dianna drank from her water and smiled. "Believe me when I said that this is the only day you stay later, Ollie stays with her aunts, and Carter is not around. You do not waste time as you used to stay every night until midnight to be here again at eight in the morning." Cat turned, getting her associate point. "Cat whenever you decided to do something late, your creativity works it's best. You are brilliant."
Cat spun around, looking at everybody at the bullpen. "I guess one night a month will not injure anybody."
"I promise you that it doesn't," Dianna stood, set the glass on the end table and smiled at Cat. "We all get paid overtime, and we get to eat pizza."
"When did I support this?"
"Years ago." Dianna laughed. "I honestly believe we all stay for free pizza and extra money, not because we want to help you reprint the number one issue on National City." She winked to her boss. "We are satisfied to have you as our boss."
"I wonder how many times you have said that in the past."
"This is the first time," Dianna cruised to the doors of Cat's office. The older woman followed her actions warily. "Besides, if you don't stay late, how are you going to write the contents on the red folder?"
Cat almost jumped, everything that happened these past days made her forget about the red folder and its contents. "Do you know anything about it? I protected with a passcode; do you know it?"
Dianna's face felt remorseful. "No, but you always have inspiration with videos of a day like tonight."
Cat walked back to her desk sitting in front of her computer. "I don't know where you keep them, but Kara records a video of herself bringing you food on an issue night, aka tonight. It should be there someplace."
With that, her friend walked out of Cat's office, leaving glass doors shut behind her.
Cat knew what she needed to see was in front of her. Her computer had the info she needed, but how she accessed it? She touched the pad of her laptop, moving templates and folders to the side. One click on the envelope app and thousand emails covered the computer screen.
She wasn't sure of her actions, but she clicked on the magnifying glass and typed today's date a month ago. Quickly a red check mark popped next to Kara's email. She double clicked it, and Kara's face followed on the screen.
Cat noticed the central elevator from the company. Kara was closing a door near the shiny logo on the entrance to her floor.
"Hey," Kara toothy smiled warmed Cats heart. "I know you don't want any pizza, come on there's pizza a couple of floors down from your office, but I still got you something with marinara sauce on it." Kara kept walking while speaking, she turned the camera towards the bullpen, and suddenly Cat's office was in open sight. "There you are!" Kara stated, beaming vivacious and opening Cats' door.
Cat could see when Kara placed the food on the coffee table and then she saw herself. She wore all black, and spontaneously her furrowed brow vanished, and a smile emerged on her face. "Rao, I missed you." Cat smiled hearing Kara's bright voice in the video. "Come here." Kara flipped the camera to both as she kissed her wife lovingly.
Cat's lungs looked for air as she observed the way Kara kissed her.
"Whoa," Cat said in the video, winding her arms around Kara's neckline. "I missed you too; I'm almost done." Cat kissed her lips repeatedly and smiled. "One day, you'll lose that camera, and somebody will distribute these videos, and we'll run out of business."
Kara smiled in the video, looking uninterrupted to the lens. "Nobody will get this video; they are for you. So, you can watch it and hurry and come back to me." Kara and Cat said the last sentence at the same time, and they kissed again.
The video concluded, and Cat replayed it. Believing her emotions in check and feeling the homey, warmth Kara granted her. She was curious. She required to see how many of this her wife executed.
Cat hastily typed on the search bar two-three months ago. She wasn't astonished at her founding's, today, for the past months' Kara videotaped a video of herself, making her way to her wife's office. Kara was never empty-handed; she always brought food for both. It was their night, their particular moment at the end of the month.
"I am lucky," Cat whispered. "Why am I such in a bad mood?" She twisted her head to the sides, smoothing her hand on the back of her neck.
Her contentment and meditation disrupted by a great chime coming from the floor next to her. She looked down next to her stilettos and found the constant noise coming from the inside of her expensive purse.
She instantly was capable of deciphering why she was utterly in a lousy mood. Cat missed her wife, and this dissipated when her phone awarded her a couple of text of Kara.
The templates neglected, the folders reminded still, sitting on the desk and her end of the month work, felt as never-ending. But her features were distinct, her brows were not furrowed or tightened, her neck felt rested, and her muscles relax luxuriously on the chair.
Cat unlocked her phone, anxiously reading Kara's text.
-I miss you
-I'm sorry for leaving early without saying goodbye. Alex told me you know about OS. I will be on vacation for the next week. I wanted to be the first one to tell you
-Also, I can see you smiling from the DEO
-I will see you soon
The text kept coming continuously while Cat just gazed happily at her phone. She needed to call her and hear her voice, but she was continuing to prove herself that maybe she appeared a little desirous to see Kara. For a second, she recollected about her age, and how ridiculous missing the person you love was around that age. Cat rolled her eyes; she was in love. The pure, unique love she can remember besides loving her kids.
Cat started typing, the smile on her face not disappearing for a second when she heard a knock on her office door.
Kara stopped her tracks with hand on the handle door, the image of her wife smiling on her desk felt like home. She entered the commonplace, her view captivated by the woman smiling back at her.
Cat smiled, placing the phone on the desk. Kara was speechless. Cat's hair was in soft curls resting on her shoulders. She walked inside when Cat stood, putting her shoes one by one. Cat's dress, a silky teal with a round neck and long sleeves marked her curves correctly. Kara fiddled with her glasses as she traced the length of her wife's dress. She stopped to admire her calf and beautiful nude color stilettos.
Kara looked stunning. Cat was merely standing there while she saw her wife walking towards her. Kara was wearing high waisted white pants with a beige long sleeve blouse. Her hair was up in the usual delicate bun. Cat was starstruck when she remembered telling her wife that she was very fond of the glasses.
When they were close enough to admire their faces entirely, they couldn't touch. Kara remembered she couldn't fly with her wife out of the balcony, and Cat remembered how significant PDA at work was.
"Hey, gorgeous." Kara almost whispered, getting closer to Cat.
"I am happy that you really meant the I see you soon text." Cat placed a strand of hair behind Kara's ear. Inhaling softly, granting Kara's unique smell wash over her insecurities and stress. "Hello to you too, Kara." Kara licked her lips as she pulled a bouquet behind her back. "Where did you keep that?" Cat quickly took the flowers, smelling them.
"I'm sorry is that a new outfit?" Kara said sliding her hands over her wife's shoulders. "I—wow, I mean you look—wow."
Cat laughed and pulled Kara closer for a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you for my flowers. I love them." Cat smelled the white gardenias again and turned to place them on her desk. "Yes, I found some new clothes in the walk in." Cat tilted her head. "Feels the same when I look at you." Cat crossed her arms and flashed Kara a stern look. "How are you so beautiful?"
Kara closed her fists and shook her head. "You are making it hard right now." She shook her head and left the office.
Cat felt confused for a second, she uncrossed her arms and then looked straight to Dianna's desk. Dianna simply shrugged her shoulders. What was going on? Cat felt confused, but almost without thinking she started walking out of her office.
As soon as she left the rugged floor, the stilettos hit the bullpen floor. She passed through desk and noises of keyboards. She sun was setting behind some buildings as she found herself in front of the elevators. With a glance down, she saw her company logo and identified the videos her wife recorded.
She turned, following the path her wife took out of her office. Cat placed her hand on a door she thought it was Kara's. To the side, she smiled when a plaque read Kara Danvers Grant. With a twist of the knob, she entered the bright place.
"Kara?" She took a deep breath when she saw Kara standing in front of her desk. Cat closed the door behind her and looked around. Kara had drawings of Ollie behind her desk, frames with Supergirl and Cat herself on the front of CatCo Magazine. Cuts of newspapers with articles also framed. "What's going on?"
"You said, this is your end of working girl moment." Kara walked behind the desk as Cat confused walked closer. "And if you take advantage of it, I believe that you can change the world. Then you started to leave my office and then I called you back. I looked at you with all the love that I had in my heart. And when you turned back to me, I felt inexpert. I didn't know the actual words, but I said, that the ending of working girl always made me cry." Kara chuckled. "It felt like a ridiculous thing to say when all I wanted to do was kiss you, inside the office you just gave me. But you said you also cry at the ending. I couldn't help but smile at you." Kara smiled at the soft expression her wife had. "Then you took a deep breath telling me if I worked hard, I could get a window in my future."
Cat didn't know what to say, everything that Kara was saying sounded like the most accurate thing in the world. Her skin started to tingle when Kara left her desk and stood in front of her.
"Then you did it for the second time since I met you."
Cat thought long and hard, knowing that there was no possibility she could remember what she said to her wife five years ago, and then it all made sense.
"I called you by your name, didn't I?" Cat said as Kara's ocean blue eyes started to fill with soft tears.
"You did."
"And then, what happened?" Cat took a deep breath crossing Kara's personal space.
"You left the office." Kara saw the moment her wife was disappointed at herself. "But then you came back." Cat was attentive, and she instantly felt proud. "You closed the door and grabbed my chin and kissed me."
"Can I?" Cat whispered. Stroking Kara's chin slowly, she pulled the millennial close for a kiss.
Cat wasn't sure how long since this morning she was waiting for this moment. Moreover, the fact that she could be herself with her wife in an office and close space without windows made her feel incredibly at ease. She couldn't remember that she was at work; all she could feel was Kara's for lips on hers. Her presence and her scent all over around her made her interior felt like she could be anywhere she wanted in the world.
Kara hugged Cat closer to her body. It felt like she escaped from her nightmare. That nightmare Kara didn't know when it was going to end. She could remember all the things she didn't want to. She no longer had to fear about Cat's insecure look; she didn't have to feel the dismissive feeling. Everything she felt for the past week was over. She kissed her wife with love; she wanted to show her how incredibly amazing she made her feel. She tried to protect her, show her that through her kisses all her worries could be gone.
Cat kissed her softly, tender and with such an incredible amount of love. "I cannot express how you make me feel," Cat whispered, pressing her forehead with Kara's. "I've been in a weird mood all day. I've missed you, Kara."
Kara hugged her. "I've missed you too."
"You make me a better person."
"I know." Kara smiled, changing her face. "Rao, you are gorgeous."
"Stop it." Cat's cheeks turned crimson red. "I love you."
"No more than me." Kara grabbed her hand, and they left the office.
"Let's finish together. Then I can bring you food later." Cat smiled, walking alongside her wife across the bullpen but never releasing her hand.
"Your actions of every month make me want to write the contents of the red folder," Cat said nonchalantly.
Kara stopped in front of Cat's office. "So, we don't need to worry about it?"
"No. I saw our videos and all they wanted me to do was be near you. Maybe I was writing something for you, for our anniversary."
Kara shook her head. "No, it passed already."
"Did I miss it?"
"Never." Kara winked at her and opened the door of Cat's office.
"Good. I don't know what's in there, but I do need to ask if there's any information about this Retro man." Cat removed her shoes and sat back on her desk. Kara grabbed some templates and started organizing them in shapes and colors.
"Well, I just came back from the DEO, our daughter it's indeed developing most of my powers. She was excited, which makes me worried, but it doesn't at the same time." Kara grabbed a template and entirely put it behind her, dismissing it wholly. "We'll have to keep an eye on her. It's good that we're on OS right now. I need time with you guys."
Cat grabbed the second folder, analyzing the articles quickly. "Is the DEO waiting for Retro to act on the director?" Cat smiled. "I knew baby Ollie was special. She's smart enough to learn how to use them, dear."
"I know, I'm just anxious."
"I'll help you," Cat said, finishing the folder and grabbing another one. With Kara here, her multitasking felt at her best. Her worries were clear. She could see the imperfections in a second and between conversations she was able to correct them and move on.
"I know you will." Kara saw how deep in work she was. Cat stopped reading and focused on Kara's face.
"You're worried about Retro." Cat grabbed a couple of folders, walked over Kara and sat across her wife in front of the coffee table.
"I'm worried he's gonna do something to J'onn. Yeah."
"White Kryptonite won't harm Martians." Kara was impressed at how much Cat knew about this man. Moreover, she wasn't surprised at all. "I am terrified, but I want to see if he tries to use the same substance with him."
"It won't work; I think he will try something new." Kara took a deep breath, grabbing another template and circling some pictures. "He hasn't attacked in a couple of days, but he knows Supergirl is not missing."
"He and the world." Cat finished another folder. "I think he will try to set up a trap. His first plan didn't work, and I think he will not rest until he tries again."
"I think so too; that's why I am so worried." Kara looked behind Cat's desk. The TV's all had different media with big flash headlines that read, Supergirl is back.
Kara finished the last template. She walked and sat next to her wife grabbing the previous folder. Kara skimmed through the article approving the content. Her wife was going to love it, so she quickly placed it on the right pile.
Cat turned, looking at how quickly Kara could find the imperfections in the colors. She was amazed at the errors Kara detected and the freshness of the pages. "You're good at this. Almost as good as me."
"I learned from the best." Kara placed her hand on Cat's knee and turned back to the papers.
Cat looked at the coffee table, filled with colorful templates and articles circled with a red pen. She grabbed the cover and saw the skyline of National City in it. "I don't like the cover." Cat removed her glasses. "Retro will try again. Why are we speaking about the unity of National City but we show a boring picture of downtown skyline?" Kara sat back, grabbing the template of the cover. "It shows the same thing, all over again. It's a picture from my balcony."
"What do you suggest?" Kara enjoyed watching her wife in all her media mogul charm.
"We need to show him that he didn't break Supergirl. He wants to think he was clever enough to damage her for a couple of days, but what if we just," Cat stood walking towards her TV's. "Show them Supergirl is stronger at the moment."
Cat turned, finding Kara standing with a proud smile on her face. "You want a new cover."
"Yes, dear." Cat turned back to the TVs. I want every media speaking of our cover. Let the media be the one that drifts Retro to do something else. Let him want to try something fast and out of what he planned. That's where he will be out of his comfort zone."
"That's when he will make a mistake." Kara acknowledge what her wife was trying to say. "What do you have in mind?"
Cat cocked her hip. "What if we take a picture of Supergirl's cape, hanging in a coat rack. It will not be a national city's skyline, nor a professional photography studio. A representation that she is in every home. With every National City citizen."
"You'll bring hope. Peace."
"He'll want to destroy that."
"And Supergirl will catch him."
Kara smiled, grabbing the cover of the magazine template and giving Dianna instructions.
Cat followed, standing in front of the bullpen. "Everybody, I would like you to jump into your social media. Get me every quote you can get from National City's citizen's describing how secure they feel living in Supergirl's hometown."
They all nodded and started working. Cat felt a tingly sensation on her fingers. "Dianna is Snapper working?"
"Not on Issue night."
"Good, dear go and get us food. Dianna, please let our editors know that I will send an article in ten minutes. I want the quotes layered slightly behind the picture of Supergirl's cape on the coat rack. How fast can I get the picture?"
Dianna clicked a couple of keyboards in her computer and smiled. "James it's on its way."
Cat walked over Kara, whispering in her ear. "Let's set up the best trap, after all, he owes me."