Cat noticed the broad areas of glass around the bullpen unexpectedly. Cat thought it was prodigious lighting, especially for the start of the day. There was no better way of keeping her employees glowing, renewed, and attentive in the early hours of the day.
Cat ran the media empire, one that it's rigorously addressed and running principally of the Kryptonian.
If somebody wanted to venture or control what was going to be published, they just had to go to the nearby building and guise inside her bullpen.
Cat thought about how she demanded to augment her cybernetic system, now that she also was going to live with a Kryptonian developing power.
Everything required to be revised. Cat wasn't aware of when was the last inquiry. She was unfamiliar with security codes, and she was astonishingly unaware of the escape plan in the event of an emergency. Did she have a particular button below her desk? Did her phone? What about under her coffee table? Did she owe a gun?
"You've been gazing at the windows for roughly five minutes, Cat," Dianna said nearby, maintaining the volume only for her boss. "I told you that you are dazzling when you work under pressure." Dianna shrugged with the folders and templates in her hands. "What are you thinking?" They both stood there for a second, contemplating the sunset among buildings.
"I'm acknowledging how paranoid I've become." Dianna rocked her head. "It's quite unsettling if you truly ask me."
"You can tell me about your paranoid self later," Dianna elevated the folders. "These are ready, and I will take them downstairs and bring the first draft. I'll see you in a couple of minutes, boss."
Cat bobbed, touring around desks. She leered, asking if they had quotes ready. The media mogul went to each office, assembly papers and relating with her employees. Some of them recognized her and venerated the implausible work she was doing. She merely acknowledged them back.
After gathering most of the papers, she strutted to the printing machine in the corner by James office. The computer printed documents back to back. Cat concentrated, gripping the pen between her lips to promptly circle and note the quotes she required to include in the cover of the magazine.
When the printer decreased the sound of producing more copies, she turned to her office but stopped herself when she saw a woman sitting on her couch. Cat twirled deliberately and discreetly, soliciting Dianna's help, although when she remembered her assistant was a couple of floors below, she chose to advance and greet the visitor.
As she got nearer to the brilliant TV's from her office, she noticed that the woman was approximately her age. Reasonably the lady inside her office required some documents pending issue night. The possibilities were countless, regarding everybody was on the schedule tonight.
Cat entered the office, greeting the lady softly and fair. She thought a sugary approach could work in her advance, instead of feeling superficial of individuals or circumstances. "I'm sorry. I hope you didn't wait too long for me." The guest turned, flashing her a mild beam. A CatCo visitors batch clasped from the edge of her black blouse. Cat admired blonde hair and soft blue eyes; she humored of the different shade she now found in other blue eyes, lightly unique to her wife's.
The visitor rose rapidly, expanding her hand for Cat to take. "I just got here." Cat received her hand, abiding the stranger to introduce herself.
Cat jeered tenderly. "Excuse me," Cat whirled around, seeking Dianna's help. What if this lady was from the competition and needed information about the new Issue? Further, what if this person could expose to other media that she couldn't remember anything from five years ago.
They both stood there, looking at each other's and not chatting. This person was not going to break Cat's rigid persona with intimidating looks. Cat was aware that the person didn't know how to approach the topic of why she was wearing a visitor's batch.
"I'm sorry, didn't want to make it awkward. I'm Eliza Danvers. I guess I did, make it awkward. I'm Kara's mom, your mother in law." She flashed Cat a big smile.
Cat's features were unqualified. Cat felt embarrassed and shameful that she couldn't recognize Kara's mother. "I am so sorry, Mrs. Danvers." Cat quickly embraced her, shaking the image in her head that she, herself could be Kara's mother.
Eliza smiled back, pulling her from the embrace. "Cat, please call me Eliza." Cat agreed. "I'm sorry that I made it awkward. Alex couldn't pick me up, and I wanted to surprise Kara, but I know its Issue Night. I asked the taxi to drop me here. I hope that it was okay. I can leave if you have a lot to do." Cat noticed how soft and calm her words sounded. Cat blocked her uncertainty aside and pulled herself together. "Are you okay?" Eliza asked.
"I—I'm sorry." Cat greeted softly. "I'm sorry. Nice to meet you. I guess Alex told you about my memory loss." Cat took a deep breath. "I remember her saying yesterday that you'll be here today to take care of Kara. You could've texted me; I would've sent Thomas' to pick you up."
"Don't worry; I wanted to see the kids before I got here." Eliza's body was comfortable and so tense. She knew Cat's mind was racing.
"I—I didn't offer you anything. Are you hungry? I can text Kara and ask her to bring more food. There's also pizza downstairs, I—do you want anything to drink?"
"Well, I never thought I'd see the day Cat Grant was nervous around anybody." Eliza chuckled, moving her hand in the air, dismissing everything Cat offered her. "Come on, ask me whatever you want."
"I don't want to be rude. I want to set an example and have an outstanding primary impression." Cat stood still, fixing herself a glass of water. "Do we fancy each other's?"
"Alex told me you asked the same question." Eliza walked closer to the bar. "You want to be respectful to your wife's family. You can relax, sweetheart." Cat drunk the water and nodded. "I didn't do an excellent first impression; don't be too hard on yourself." Eliza leaned her head. "I'm also fascinated with your feelings regarding you didn't know who my daughter was a week ago."
Cat face relaxed. The image of Kara's ocean blue eyes wore away most of her insecurities. "I love her." Cat glowed. "She's everything to me."
"I can see it in your eyes, Cat." Eliza grabbed a glass from the bar counter and poured water for herself. "Second?"
"I'm sorry?"
"You asked your first question, what's your second question," Eliza asked intrigued.
"It's not important." Cat blurred.
"That's a statement, not a question." Eliza was impressed with how things were progressing. She couldn't deny she was interested. "Well, no. I am older. Just in case you're thinking what I think you are thinking."
Cat delivered a sudden breath. "I never behave like this; please don't think negatively of me. I don't frequently meet my mother's in law. My former marriages were principally a ruse." Cat fixed her dress standing straight. "Please apologize for my prime choice of topic, Eliza."
Eliza sneered. "The first time we had the conversation, I invited you to coffee. You see, we met in the most unfortunate event." Eliza wobbled her head. "The world was going to end." Eliza snickered. "Typically, in a time of crisis, there was no variation in combining you requiring to save Carter and all the citizens of National City. I saw something in your eyes.
"Back in our small apocalypse, you didn't know Kara was who she was. Well, you assumed. But when I witnessed the way you stared at her," Eliza wandered friendly, laying her hand on Cat's forearm. "You have an identical look now that you had back there."
"I might demand to stare at a mirror and find these deep eyes everybody's reading." Cat beamed. "I promise you that I'm not like this." Eliza laughed. "Please don't let our relationship change because I just met you." Cat wanted to amend things. "I feel embarrassed about my actions."
"Ask Kara how old she is. Her real phantom zone age." Eliza tried to keep things at bay. "Cat," Eliza pulled her to the couch. "I've known you for a little more than five years. "You are a wondrous person, and we all love you. You can never have enough when you have grandkids."
"Plural?" Cat repeated, her eyes feeling fresh tears. "I have no doubt my son loves you. You are unique, gentle, and understanding. I'll say right it now you are my ideal mother in law."
"Oh, well, thank you, Cat." Eliza touched Cat with her elbow. "Yes, you are old," Cat laughed out loud. "But you make my daughter extremely happy. Somebody else could cry a river. But not you."
"Ah," Cat cleaned the corner of her eyes before tears rushed her cheeks, breaking her rule of not crying at work. "I feel so much when I think of her or see her. She's so incredibly amazing. I am lucky to have her."
Eliza grabbed Cat's hand. "We are the lucky ones. I love you and Maggie. I will always support what makes my daughters happy." Eliza shook her head. "I am the one that needs to apologize. I wanted to be here as soon as I heard that Kara was missing. I should've been there for you."
"No, please. It was the hardest forty-eight hours of my life. I cannot envision witnessing Carter or Ollie in that state. That's something a mother should never witness." Cat took a long breath, taking Eliza's hands in hers. "This guy calls himself Retro. He designed white kryptonite and diminished Kara's cells. Recreating every injury and distress her alien body couldn't display."
Eliza was deep in thought. "I am a bio-engineer. How did he manage to spread the kryptonite?"
"He placed the substance in the flash of a camera and set a trap for her."
"The lamps didn't work. Lead did, right?" Eliza took a deep breath.
"She flew last night home," Cat rolled her eyes. "Your stubborn daughter flew to see us." Cat blinked quickly avoiding any more exposure from tears. "I watched the sun heal her this morning. It erased all the bruises and imperfections the lead room didn't fix."
"Isn't it amazing?" Eliza didn't have a reason not to expose her tears.
Cat studied at her left hand, finding her wedding rings. "This man, he frightens me, Eliza." Cat swallowed hard. "I don't have any recollections of the in-numerous villains' Kara upheld, furthermore, witnessing Kara in that shape broke me." Cat shrugged. "I try not to think of it much. I will not rest until Kara catches him."
"I will be staying for a couple of days. The DEO will let me inspect the clues taken from the scene. I will keep you notified of everything."
Cat pulled Eliza to an embrace.
"Mom?" Kara's voice sounded in the office. "I didn't know you were coming."
Kara ran in stilettos, she put bags of food on the coffee table and bent to hug her mother. The force she used to hug her mother was always identical. She discovered through the years to manage the discipline. Nonetheless, the way Eliza hugged her was motherly. Something she endlessly hoped Ollie and Carter felt. It felt like home.
"Thanks for coming." Kara turned, taking a deep breath. "Hey gorgeous," The heroine winked at Cat, forcing any sad conversation behind. "How long are you staying?" Kara turned back to her mother.
Kara kissed Cat on the forehead and started unpacking the food. "A couple of days. I'm heading to the DEO now. I wanted to check on you. I will work on the case." Kara was edgy, and she swiftly started fiddling with her glasses. "I will get to the end of it."
"I—I don't want anybody getting hurt because of me." Kara took a deep breath, crossing her arms as Supergirl does. "Thanks for working on the case mom, but a lot of people are already involved."
"That's why you need the best bio-engineer on your side." Eliza shrugged. "After I work with the case, I can spend time with my grandkids. There's nothing wrong with that right?" Eliza searched Cat's approval.
"You can stay in the guest room," Cat stood, placing her hand on Kara's back. "If that's okay with you, dear?"
Kara smiled. "Yes, yes, of course. We can use some help with Olive until we figure this Retro guy." Kara sat next to Eliza. "Thank you, Mom. I mean it. Also, Olive has powers. I would like you to help how you did with me."
"You're welcome," Eliza kissed Kara's cheek and stood. "Well, I might stay forever." Cat was dazzled at how effortlessly she seemed around Eliza. "You ladies have dinner; I'll head over the DEO to see your sister. Nice seeing you looking good and healthy, I love you."
"I love you too." Kara hugged her mother again.
"I love you too, Cat." Eliza went to hug Cat. "That's fine, you can say it later."
Cat smiled and relaxed back in the couch near to Kara. "Dear," Cat slid her hand over Kara's cheek. "Are you okay?"
Kara grinned quickly. "I am a little uneasy. I'm not going to lie."
"Let's change the topic then."
"Okay, what do you want to talk about?" Kara turned her entire body facing her wife.
"We can argue about how I won't have a video on this month Issue Night because my wife saw her mother in my office." Kara laughed. "It's okay if she was in the video, you know. I just needed that kiss."
"Normally, the bullpen it's empty, and it's darker outside." Kara flashed her a smile. Cat turned back, gazing at the soft orange rays of the sunset.
"Dianna told you about that, right?"
She felt content. Cat was quick to comprehend how her new life complimented her. Kara's smile enamored her. The young woman's presence made her heart at ease. Cat sneered, finding Kara's gorgeous ring in her finger.
"All of this is still so surreal for me." Cat beamed. Smiling was something Cat often did. "Can you believe I order pizza for everybody on Issue Night?"
Kara scooted closer. "That's not the only thing you do now, love. You also pay for overtime."
"Are we broke then?"
Kara thought long and hard. "For some reason, you are richer."
"Hm," Cat nodded, intertwining her fingers with Kara's. "You are so stunning, Kara." Cat quickly smiled, turned back to the bullpen and then back to her wife. Cat didn't want to scare Kara with sudden fears spreading in her head.
"Hey," Kara release her hands and grabbed Cat by the chin. "I can hear your heartbeat, what's wrong?"
"I'm overwhelmed. I am incredibly happy because you are mine. I'm agitated because I can't perform affections around you while I'm here. I'm ecstatic because our kid is just like you, but immensely worried that she'll laser beam somebody at school." They both chuckled at the same time. "Then I'm glad my first encounter with your mother went awkward, but well. Mostly, I don't know how to see you, wearing a wedding ring, strutting into my office looking like this and not be distracted. I want to kiss you right now, but I'm worried because everything it's made of glass." Kara furrowed her brows, trying to understand what was upsetting her wife. "Which makes me believe that someone could be watching."
"Like right now?"
"Kara," She grabbed Kara's hand in her, sliding her fingers on Kara's perfect knuckles. "I have a feeling that Retro is spying on us through nearby buildings." Kara slightly turned, and Cat quickly stopped her from glancing around with a raise of a brow. "If my hypothesis it's correct, right now, you can't lose your temper." She coughed. Cat started keeping a reasonable tone with her shoulders relaxed. "My office doors might be soundproof, but they haven't doubled mirrors."
"Where this idea came?"
"Earlier, watching the sunset and waiting for some papers." Cat grabbed a box of food, inspecting its contents. "Please don't scan nearby buildings." She clutched a packet of chopsticks, broke them loose, and took a modest bite from a potsticker. "You can do it from the privacy of your office," Cat bent her head, she tried to control her tremors. It was not easy to hide them from a superhero. Cat gazed to the back wall, which was pure concrete, but then returned to Kara. Other areas exhibited.
Kara agreed slowly, moving forward to take a bite of the potsticker her wife had among chopsticks. "These are mine." She quickly changed her worried face. "Curiosity is killing me, Rao." She hastily chewed the food and grabbed some chopsticks for herself.
Cat laughed, covering her mouth with a napkin. "Certainly. I don't think I could've finished Issue Night without informing you."
"Are we going to discuss this stressful topic with a grin on our faces?"
"Just for the cameras!" Cat passed the container to Kara. "No, we can't be overly excited and super smiley. He could know somethings up."
"Hypothetically, this man has cameras or some surveilling system on us from other buildings?"
Cat pulled her food down and stood. "I mean, dear, it's a hypothesis. But trying to assume what he will do it's necessary for me." Cat poured water onto two glasses and strolled to the front of the TV. "I cannot keep track of your archenemies, or cleverest brutes in National City, but something's odd about this man, don't you think?"
Kara discerned how Cat's body seemed relaxed. Kara was shocked at how easy Cat felt.
"You're also very distracting," Kara ate slowly. "It's also not easy for me to see how that dress draws your shape perfectly." Kara arranged her body on the couch.
Cat turned, gulping and turning back to the TV. "You'll pay." Cat barely whispered.
"First there's a power outage in National City Power Plant. Whoever did a power outage, decided that the most perfect and incredible time to create fear and darkness was exactly at the time I come to the office." Cat said in a standard tone. She was fascinated at how everything felt unconventional.
Cat used to feel many things, but something was more mysterious, something felt offbeat.
Meeting Eliza, having her Issue Night set and moving made her some other version of herself. She wanted to be proud of that person.
Cat didn't scare of consequences or dissimilitudes when it attained to be in the closeness of her wife.
"Swiftly, I lost my memories, and then you disappeared." Kara focused on her wife's words. They were smooth and astonishingly wise. Kara was inclined to get retribution and revenge on how he addressed her family grieves for several days.
"Let's pretend that this Retro guy can observe us." Cat turned facing her wife. "Can he—
"No, he can't hear us. I have sensors inside the walls guarding any new technology device that's not enrolled under the DEO."
Cat smiled, shifting with drinks in hands. She observed the TV's finding any new, important news that could distract any major ones. She investigated the competition. Cat did it strangely agile, multitasking with her thoughts.
"If he can see. If he has been able to see, then he saw how broken I was in the car when Alex called me the morning you were missing." Cat took a sip from one of the glasses. Kara could pick up a slight distress noise arising from how fast her wife's heart was now beating. "Then he saw my puffy eyes after I cried in the elevator or the scrambled face I delivered my crew when I met them all that morning. He saw how clueless I was when Dianna waited for everybody to leave the office, shutting the doors and guiding me on how to manage helicopters on your search."
Cat didn't turn. Kara could see how soft Cat's shoulders moved through the distance as she reminisced and spoke.
"He saw how I couldn't eat," Kara gulped. "How I have Maggie in my office, discussing police files with me. He saw I left late the day before. He saw my emotions, disturbances, and actions. Then he saw I was okay. He saw you in my office. Then he sees Eliza, and now us working and eating on Issue Night."
Kara stood, placing her food on the coffee table, moving in the direction to Cat. When she joined the bright TV's, she rested her body on Cat's desk. Cat's appearance was natural and genuine. Moreover, her knuckles were pale white.
"He saw what he needed to see." Cat extended. "He didn't see a journalist helping National City find the popular hero." Cat clutched the cups of water and pushed them forward. "One is National City; the other is CatCo." Cat elevated the cups at eye level and directed to Kara. "Both crystal transparent, weak, and full of knowledge." She tilted her head. "Which cup would you study?" Cat seized one of the glasses, leading it forward. "The cup that grants you the evidence, or the media itself?"
"They're different unless you—
Cat greeted, deliberately pouring the water that represented National City into the CatCo glass. "Mixed them." Cat set one of the empty glasses on her desk without shifting her sight from Kara. "There's a chance he's not spying us through this house built of glass," Cat took a sip from the glass. "Retro didn't see a remarkable, astonishingly genius notable mogul media," she drank again. "He saw a woman in love." Cat could see tears settling swiftly inside blue orbs. "He sees a woman in love," Cat whispered moving forward and placing the glass full glass on her desk.
Kara blinked quickly, fiddling with her glasses and pulling her wife closer, wrecking the unrestricted manifestation of affection, dismissing the most restless night of the month and disregarding of her tears. "He knows I'm Supergirl," Kara asserted, grasping securely and softly her wife.
Cat smiled, sliding her hand casually around Kara's neck. "Yes, dear." Cat pushed closer, pecking her wife's lips. "Hypothetically." Kara lifted her glasses, pretending to clean her tears suddenly, but alternatively, she examined the buildings around CatCo.
"There's two." She muttered to Cat. The action was so speedy and precise; Cat didn't even discern the motion. "One through the bullpen, one through your patio." She bit her lips, taking a deep breath. "Can you distract me?" She muttered again. "If not, I would fly out of the window."
"Hey." Cat stared at blue eyes, studying quickly on how to entertain a superhero without the demand of nudeness. "How old are you?" Cat urged softly.
Kara was stunned, spontaneously unwinding in her wife's embrace. Kara grinned and shook her head. "You're asking the right question." Kara laughed, kissing Cat's cheek multiple times. "How dare you!"
Cat launched her slowly and rolled her eyes. We are not that far apart." Cat pecked Kara's lips softly. "Of age, I mean."
"I'm a couple of years younger." Kara took a deep breath losing herself in shades of green. "Just a couple." Kara winked.
"I see. Phantom Age could've solved me numerous uncertainties and discussions." Cat touched Kara's face.
"I thought last time we had this discussion we were just chatting."
"Yes, but you're also very distracting when you use your suit. Feeling better, dear?"
"Yes, thank you."
"You're welcome. I love you and your gray hair." Kara scoffed, but Cat's character was strong and in place.
"Really? Do I?"
"No," Cat forded her arms, smiling. "It's okay he saw. We're going to be one step ahead. Don't destroy them; let him see what we want him to see." Kara agreed. "Let him try to get you next time. He'll be surprised when he sees two of you. We'll use OS, creating a live report tomorrow morning. We can have J'onn here, and you next to me." Cat sat on her chair, typing frantically on her computer. "We'll design tonight's cover as secure and hopeful as we can. We are one step ahead."
"I love you," Kara said, blocking any noise of Cat's keyboard.
Cat swiftly stood, breaking her wife's personal space and sliding her index finger on Kara's nose. "More than any adjective I could think right now," Cat whispered.
Kara felt loved and stronger. The thought of a man, observing and studying their movement made her somehow feel powerless. Cat's feelings did the opposite. With her wife's support and approval, she felt a strength she never felt before.
"Will you marry me, Kara?" If the enchanting display of mimicking their daughter's method of expression didn't break her persona, Cat's last question broke Kara's rigid wall.
"Of course, of course, I will marry you, babe." Kara pulled her up her feet, whirling and kissing Cat genuinely.
Cat grinned and gathered her breath. She winked quickly and pecked Kara's lips. "Go away, and I'm sure I broke seventy—five rules at work."
Kara smiled. "Dianna is about to bring you the templates. Do you mind if I go to the DEO and let Alex know he's spying on us? We can maybe hack the cameras and see what he sees, maybe follow his hideout."
"You won't interfere, right, dear?" Cat asked, worriedly.
"I won't. I'll see you later."
"Kara?" Cat sat back in front of her laptop. "Trust me."
"I do. With all my heart." She winked at Cat and left the office.
Cat observed how Dianna walked past Kara and then pushed her office door opened. Dianna presented a folder and started setting the pictures on Cat's desk.
"Pic your favorite." Dianna commenced inhaling loudly. "Do you detect the love in the air?"
Cat rolled her eyes. "How are we friends again?" Cat joked.
"Your face looks less stressed." Dianna grinned, walking toward the food and helping herself with a container. "You should eat, this is getting cold."
The sun disappeared, the bullpen was empty and tranquil while Dianna and Cat worked hard in Kara's office.
The absence of windows made Kara's office the most suitable place to build the fittest cover for CatCo Magazine. The floor covered with cutouts of photos, the walls now had pins and pictures alongside Ollie's drawings. They both couldn't decide which cover would be more beneficial.
Cat was dreading going back to the office; further, she required to go back with a thorough cover. Editing was waiting to finish the rest; nothing could print without the main page.
Dianna flinched when she heard a knock on the door. "Mrs. Grant," A young man smiled almost scared. "We are on the last inspection of the first sheets. How long until we relinquish cover acquisition?"
Cat turned, hip cocked, and two sets of glasses, one placed on her head, one on her nose. "It depends," She moved her hand inviting the young man inside the office. He strolled, sealing the door behind him. "Do you think left of right?" Cat asked.
The young man looked at the covers pinned to the wall. In his opinion, both looked similar. He was frightened of sounding the wrong idea and then getting fired for not comprehending the artistic technique Cat required to manifest. "I—I think left." He said after a couple of seconds. "Left."
"Why?" Cat and Dianna asked at the same time.
He gulped, not expecting Cat to be engaging in his opinion. "The left cover feels more comfortable. The quotes on the white walls complement well the cape hanging from the coat rack, but the window might be a little distracting."
The picture was the same, nevertheless, diverse. The coat rack was the star of the image, but what had Dianna and Cat attempting to understand for hours was which side of the coat rack necessitated being in place. In one picture the coat rack was on the right-hand side of the photograph while on the other view of the coat rack rested on the left, both provoking different aspects of the room while preserving the main attraction in position: the cape.
"Does it feel more open?" Cat shifted back to the covers. "Inviting?"
"It does, the right cover seems crowded," He walked forward, feeling brave. "If you place the buildings in the window, it might give the wrong idea that Supergirl only cares about downtown. While not showing the buildings in this window it makes it feel relaxed."
"What's your name?" Cat asked, not looking at Dianna.
"Lucas, Mrs. Grant." He stuttered. "Summers."
"And do you work where?"
"I'm an intern; I work for your executive editor."
"An intern?"
Dianna smiled, touching her tablet and opening Lucas's resume. "NCU latest graphic designer."
Cat turned, placing the second pair of glasses on her head. "That's a new point we didn't see before." Cat turned back to the covers. "Mr. Summers, the right cover has a bigger white wall than the left cover, allowing adding more quotes from our National City Citizens. Would you like to see more from our people or what a window shows?"
He wiped his sweaty forehead and bowed. "If I want to read, I would open the magazine. But the right cover won't make it buy it. The left will."
Dianna and Cat looked at each other. "Thank you, Mr. Summers. We'll send you the cover in five minutes."
"Thank you, Mrs. Grant." He nodded and walked back to the door. "Oh hi, Mrs. Grant, good evening young Grant."
"Hey, Lucas. I'll take the cover myself." Kara smiled at the young man as he walked past her.
"Thank you."
"He's so nice, right momma." Cat turned quickly, at the sweet voice.
"He is darling."
"Baby?" Cat opened her arms as she walked toward the door, but Olivia flew wobbly to her while wearing a supergirl onesie. "Wow," Cat grabbed her, kissing Olivia's cheek. "My favorite Kryptonian is learning how to fly?" Cat caressed soft curls.
"Mhmm, did you see that Di?" Ollie smiled widely and proud.
"Of course! I am so jealous."
"Grandma got one for me and one for Ter." Ollie said, caressing her crest."
"And this new uniform?" Cat asked, pulling her away from her body.
Kara looked at her office with a smile on her face. "No windows." She pecked Cat's lips. "I agree, she's also my favorite Kryptonian."
"Hello, dear." Cat smiled feeling calmer than ever.
"Lucas was right, you know." Kara sat on the corner of her desk, staring at the upscale version of the covers pinned to the wall.
"How do you know him?" Dianna asked.
"We don't, Olive and I was eavesdropping on our way here. We were practicing, right baby?" Kara winked at Olive.
"Yes! I'm learning to isolate the noise."
"Isolate," Cat repeated. "What an intelligent word."
"Mhmm, I get headaches, mommy." Ollie furrowed her brows. "Momma says it'll get easier, so we practiced."
"There's medicine if you're feeling overwhelmed, baby." Ollie nodded, smiling. "What else did you practice with grandpa J'onn?" Cat asked forgetting the covers and that she promised the editing team a five-minute mark.
"Hovering first, then I punched a wall." Ollie closed her fist in front of her mother. "Pieces everywhere." Cat kissed Ollie's small perfect knuckles.
"Everywhere?" Cat turned to Kara, who was laughing uncontrollably.
"Yes, and I can move fast." Ollie jumped from her mother's arms and appeared behind Kara's back. "It's fun." She jumped from Kara's back and went back to Cat's arms. "Only to use when nobody it's watching." Ollie grinned at Cat's furrowed brows. "Or in case of an emergency."
"What about your eyes, darling?" Kara smiled at how Cat trusted Ollie with such a relevant question.
Ollie shook her head, "But grandma says that if I get angry, I should close my eyes."
"That's an outstanding method of precaution." Cat smiled. "Send Eliza flowers, Dianna."
Ollie chuckled and pointed to the covers. "Right, mommy, right."
"Why, darling?" Cat turned with her daughter in arms. She didn't force or hastened Olivia. Her daughter held quiet, eyeing deliberately back and forth within covers.
"I like the right one better because of the coffee on the table."
Cat took a step forward, noticing for the first time the coffee mug on an end table by the coat rack and cape from the right picture. "Incredible," Cat whispered.
Dianna also walked closer to the covers and shook her head when she noticed the mug. "Olivia, I'll send flowers to you too!" Dianna chuckled, raising her hand for Olivia to clap.
"Honey, what if you put the quotes that don't fit on some blank pages?" Kara shrugged, staring at the wall. "Put the rest in the first pages of the Magazine."
Cat turned; a brow furrowed. "Honey?" She asked, looking at Kara then at her daughter. "I like that idea."
"What about a foldable cover?" Dianna grabbed the left picture and folded it in half. She placed the part of the quotes next to the table with the coffee.
"This is it!" Ollie squealed. "You can have Lucas's idea because he is smart. You can have momma's idea because we like pages that we can easily read after a foldable cover."
Cat was quiet; she kissed Ollie's temple and smiled. "Let's do it."
"Really?" Kara stood, walking closer to Cat. "CatCo never had a foldable cover."
"Let this be the first." Dianna smiled at Cat's expression. "Pay something to the intern," Cat smiled to Ollie. "He was good right?"
"Yes, he can be a good worker, mommy."
Kara kissed Olive's forehead and grabbed the covers from the wall and left the office.
Dianna finished tapping quickly on her tablet, sending approvals and emails to the editing team.
"Dianna, can you get a hold of Regina?" Cat turned quickly.
Dianna nodded, grabbing the phone and pressing a button. "Hey, Lucas, Dianna for Regina." Dianna passed Cat the phone as she placed Ollie on the floor.
"Evening, Mrs. Grant." She heard a loud voice. "Your wife just told me your request. You never ceased to surprise me, a foldable cover. You are incredibly smart." Cat greeted at Regina's compliment.
"It was Dianna's idea."
"Give her a raise," Regina replied.
"Might have to," Cat noticed how Ollie was whispering things to Dianna. "Speaking of the foldable cover, on the foldable part, can you bold some of the letters of the quotes. Create a message with the letters. One the reader can play and find."
"Of course, what do you have in mind?"
"Supergirl it's not alone." Cat waited for Regina's support.
"Will do, boss." Regina seemed excited, which calmed Cat's insecurities.
In other moments, Cat wouldn't doubt her commands. Nevertheless, she wanted to send Retro a message. She needed support through her team. They know her work and if Regina approved of her work, the National City Citizens would too.
"Thanks, Regina. Ask Lucas to organize the quotes with the bold letters. He's quite special."
"Oh, I know. Thanks, I'll work on it."
Olivia and Dianna started clapping as soon as Cat hung the phone. Cat shook her head.
"
About that raise?" Dianna clapped again.
"I don't know, what do you think, darling?"
"I say, yes!" Olivia walked back to Cat.
Cat grabbed her things, and with Ollie's hand in hers, and Dianna behind they left Kara's office.
"You're brilliant." Kara appeared through elevator doors. "Isn't mommy the best?" Olivia jumped in Kara's arms as they made their way to Cat's office.
"She's the best!" Ollie squint her eyes.
"She is the best," Dianna said, entering the office and turning off the bright TV from her tablet. "We'll have a nice day tomorrow morning. Have a good night."
They all said goodbye to Dianna. Cat turned, watching Kara and Ollie together. They were laughing at some of the drawings Cat had on the wall. She could hear how Kara told Ollie which one her favorites were.
She turned to the patio, knowing that this person was watching them, right now. For a moment she just wanted to run, get out of there but she was unaware of the conversation her wife had with Alex. What if they tracked him already? Was Kara bringing Ollie to the office because she knew it was a secure place?
A loud laugh of Olivia diverted Cat from her thoughts. She placed her glasses on her desk and closed her laptop. She found her phone seeing missed calls from Carter. She furrowed her brows, opening a text from him.
-Turn the TVs, mom! Now!
"Kara" Cat said, grabbing the remote. It was fast, like a blur, but Kara was next to Cat in a second with Ollie in her arms.
Cat quickly blinked, grabbing the remote and pressing the on button.
The TVs were all on the same channel. Some headlines were different than the other ones, but all of them said the same.
"Message to Supergirl," Cat whispered.
Cat glanced at Kara and then back at the TVs. Retro's face was in plain sight, with a bright light behind a black background.
His salt and pepper beard wrapped with a black scarf, but his eyes looked like a clear definition of darkness.
"I will repeat this over." His voice echoed louder through all the TVs. Cat felt a knot in her stomach, grasping the sound of the man that nearly killed her wife liquidated all the air from her lungs instantly.
Kara grabbed Ollie's face, directing it away from TVs.
"Meet me at the National City baseball park in forty-eight hours. Alone," he shouted. "Or I will detonate ten bombs I have around downtown." Cat clutched Kara's arm firmly, not even hurting Kara at all. "Alone, Supergirl." He said, tilting his head. "It'll be the best sunset you'll ever see. Or boom." He laughed, removing his scarf and showing his yellow teeth.
"No!" They heard Ollie scream followed by two laser beams destroying the TVs.
Kara gently pushed Cat away and held Ollie while she was still firing at all the TVs over Kara's shoulder. "Baby, close your eyes as grandma told you."
Cat held her breath, watching tv's and pieces of concrete falling on the floor. Nothing was terrifying than her daughter's uncontrollable laser beams. She wanted to block all of them and protect Ollie, but Kara could stop her, only Kara could stop her.
Kara caressed Ollie's neck with one hand, sliding her fingers over her scalp. "They're all broken now, baby, he's not there." But Olivia kept moving her head, destroying pieces of wall, almost approaching the outside of the building. Kara turned to Cat, tears in her eyes as she revealed her wife brutal fear.
Cat walked toward her, calmer and more composed on the outside than Kara. "It's okay, darling." Her voice cracked when she reached Kara's ear. "Hold her still, dear." Cat placed her hand on Kara's back, and with her heart hammering inside, she slid her finger on Ollie's nose. "We're her baby!" Cat whispered. "Stronger Together."
Ollie was breathing hard. She quickly closed her eyes, resting the lasers from passing to other buildings. Ollie's eyelids were red and bright underneath. The red color started fading, but Ollie didn't open her eyes.
"I'm sorry, momma. I'm sorry, mommy." Ollie cried. Her curls covered her face as she gathered air.
"No, no, don't be sorry." Cat caressed Olivia's back. "It's okay. We're okay."
Kara pulled Olive closer. Hugging her and kissing Cat's forehead. "Thank you." She hugged Cat closer. "We're okay, baby," Kara whispered. "We understand."
Olivia kept crying in Kara's arms. Kara could hear her tiny heart going amazingly fast.
"Distract her," Kara mouthed to Cat.
"Olivia, it's okay. Breathe, mommy is mad too. It's okay. I'm also scared."
Kara cleaned her cheeks, moving with Olivia to the couches.
"We'll call Dianna, and she'll help us replace the TVs. It's okay. Everything will get replaced, and we're just happy you're okay. We all are."
Olivia pressed her face harder on Kara's chest, reducing her crying.
"Am I in trouble?" She said, taking deep breaths.
"No, you are not. It was an accident. Accidents happen, darling." Cat rubbed Ollie's back. "Everything will be okay. Momma will get him, he's trying to scare us, but he won't do it right?"
Ollie pulled her head back and shook her head. "No, he won't." Olivia looked back at the tv's and then again at Kara. "I couldn't stop it, momma."
Kara caressed Olive's face. "Hey, the important thing here is that you know how it feels now. The first time it's always the worst." Kara cleaned her daughters' tears. "The first time it happened for me, I was so angry at Alex, I blew the roof of our bedroom." Kara made a silly face and Olive chuckled. "Jeremiah and Eliza ran to our room and tried to calm me. I didn't want to hear, but Alex rubbed my back, just like mommy did to you, and the red went away." Kara flashed a fondly smile to Cat. "We'll always have a person to help you when you're scared or angry."
"Promise?" Olivia asked, rubbing her eyes.
"We promise," Cat said caressing Olivia's head.
"Come on, turn them on again." Cat quickly glanced at Kara's steady face. "Don't shoot; just hold them." Kara looked for Cat's hand, and Cat stretched it, holding it tight. "Think of the red, breathe okay."
Ollie turned from her mothers, opening her eyes slowly. She was focused for a minute until Cat saw red forming throughout her daughters' eyes.
"Good baby, now stop," Kara said, turning her daughters head to her. "Breathe and open your eyes." She required to show Olivia that she trusted her.
Olivia did as her mother said, and when the red faded, she showed Kara her green eyes.
"Excellent," Kara said, holding Olivia close to her chest. "Excellent, baby."
Olivia kept breathing slowly on her mother's chest.
Cat threw her head back on the couch. She took deep breaths as she squeezed Kara's hand in her. "You were amazing, too, dear." Cat stood, grabbed Kara's chin, and kissed her deeply.
"Ew," Ollie said, covering her eyes.