Kara was profound in thought, her daughter asleep on her front while she contemplated the most significant conceivable consequence regarding Retro. She blinked, looking around and scratching her head. Kara turned her wrist, checking the time on her watch. She wasn't aware of when Olive fell asleep, but she was sure Retro passed the message to all National City media a couple of minutes ago. Why did he delay the broadcast? He could've quickly sent the transmission at a peak hour when everybody was returning home after a long day of work.
The office was the priority now, and they needed to fix it as soon as possible.
Cat reminded next to Kara, tranquil, brave and hopeful. Kara desired her support now more than ever. Not seeing Cat freaking out sent Kara into a nature of comfort she didn't know she had for the past weeks.
Cat straightened herself on the couch when she heard a soft beep of the elevator, nonetheless, was promptly at ease when her wife didn't bounce with a distressed face.
Maggie rushed inside the office. Cat was anticipating her to be bearing all her NCPD uniform and followed by numerous armed men and women; but she was alone, wearing sweatpants, a t-shirt and with her hair in a messy bun. Cat greeted her best friend.
"Are you guys, okay?" Maggie asked without looking at their faces and examining everything behind Cat's desk. "Oh." She saw the stripes on the cement, broken tv parts still on the wall, outlasting pieces of cables and plastic laid on the carpet. Maggie regarded the difference. The lasers were lesser and slimmer than what she recognized from the heroine.
Kara mouthed hi to Maggie while coasting her hand over Olivia's back. "Alex's about to get here." She stated, supplementary to Cat than to Maggie. "Can you take her home? Mom is there." Cat watched the exchange, grateful when Maggie relaxed her arms and moved to the couch to take Olivia.
"Nice to see you still wearing that bomb dress from this morning." Maggie grinned to Cat. Cat stood, embracing Maggie after Kara passed Ollie to her. Maggie bounced Ollie when she stirred around her shoulders, a smile on her face as she noticed the four-year-old onesie. "Why can't I see you guys having fun or eating popcorn?" Maggie continued. "I'm so tired of this man."
Cat rose her brow. "You and me both," She shrugged. "I honestly think he doesn't know what's coming for him."
Kara kissed Cat's forehead. "I'll be right back," Cat bobbed descending her hand over muscular biceps. "Maggie, don't take your eyes off my ladies." Kara speedily grabbed Maggie's gun from the back of her sweatpants hauling the magazine out, inspecting it, turning the safety button off, and placing it swiftly back inside Maggie's sweatpants.
"Yes, ma'am." Maggie saluted Kara with her free hand.
"Kara," Cat hurried to her wife. "What happened with the cameras? Did Alex find a way to block them?" Cat needed to ask these questions; the uncertainty was deliberately haunting her thoughts.
"We left them running; we stopped the screen while nobody was here. He didn't see what Olive did. Not that it matters if he knows I'm Supergirl. Alex is coming back to restore them." Kara placed her hand on Cat's cheek. "I trust you; we're going to let him see."
Cat took a deep breath. "Kara," Kara pulled her closer into a hug. "I can see your mind working and trust me; I am frightened too—
"I am not frightened, Cat. I am terrified." Kara took a step back, taking her glasses off. "Our daughter could've killed you today; I have more than a million people to save before those bombs explode in forty-eight hours, I'm risking J'onn's life by sending him to this man." Kara dropped her voice when she noticed how out of control her tone was getting. "Retro can destroy everything I've tried to protect. Everything I've kept safe." Cat parted her lips to say something, but Kara spun. "I don't know how to do this, Cat." Her voice broke.
"Kara," Cat began, but the heroine disappeared in a blur.
Maggie kept bouncing Olivia in her arms. "So," Maggie faced the crushed screens. "Never thought I could hold an actual superhero in my arms." She kept her tone light, trying to distract the tears that writhed in Cat's eyes. "I've hugged Kara, but carrying Olivia gives me an unconventional kind of strength." Cat rubbed her neck, nodding to Maggie.
"It's fascinating," Cat walked over Maggie standing next to her friend, her arms crossed together, holding herself. "Laser beam, super speed, super strength, bulletproof and she flew to my arms today." Cat tilted her head. "Well, hovered." She quickly changed her face to deep reflections, and Maggie let her stay isolated with her mind.
Maggie regularly knew when to distract Cat. She also could catch Cat with expertise out of torturers and unpleasant thoughts. This time, Maggie waited, in silence, reviewing herself some situations of this problematic villain.
"Does she ever burst and leave whenever we disagree?" Cat turned; arms crossed facing brown eyes.
"No," Maggie replied, genuinely. "She doesn't storm out."
"Hmm," The older woman walked to her desk. She grabbed a piece of plastic and cables that fell from the tv's and threw it to the carpet.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Maggie asked.
"Is this something we do?" Cat grabbed her glasses from her desk and turned slowly facing her friend. "Are you also the person I go after I argue with my wife?"
"Yes," Maggie answered, not bothered by the uncanny tone Cat practiced on her. "This is something we do, Cat." Maggie's tone was more confident and more delicate, not to consider she was close to the ear of a young superheroine. "You married Kara; I've been with Alex around the equal time," Maggie moved closer to Cat's desk. "We discovered we had many things in common while we tried to read the Danvers' sisters'."
Cat massaged her temples. "I'm sorry."
"Apology accepted, grumpy," Cat smirked. "Look, Alex didn't even kiss me when we saw each other's at home tonight. She had Eliza on speaker phone while she was texting one of her agents." Cat was attentive, and Maggie saw her apologetic face. "That's a rule. That the sisters have before departing a place or us. They kiss us." Cat smiled at the kind gesture. "See how Kara kissed your forehead, before you know," Maggie waved. "Storming out," Cat nodded. "I can't imagine the pressure Kara must feel. Not to mention Alex will blame herself if something happens to Kara. It's a never-ending cycle of worries between those two."
"I never wanted to dismiss Kara's feelings," Cat acknowledged tenderly. "I want to support her."
"Alex knows I support her, and so does Kara."
"I can't remember how I act on stressful situations, furthermore life, or death situations when Kara has control of the consequences. Do I keep calm? Do I stress?"
"I understand, it depends on the situation, Cat. Sometimes, we need to leave the Danvers' sisters' alone and wait until they come back to us." Maggie continued. "Trust me, and they always come around."
"Thank you." Cat replied sincerely.
"Why?"
"For being here, for everything you did to find Kara, for taking Ollie to school, for talking me into senses I can't retain, for not walking away when I try to push you out of this friendship."
Maggie scrunched her face. "Well, in your defense, something hit you on the head on your way to work dispatching five years of your subconsciousness."
"You're such an asshole," Maggie covered Olivia's right ear with her hand.
"It'll be okay, love." Maggie turned to guarantee that her niece was fast asleep. "I'll text you when I drop her with Eliza."
"Thank you." Cat clicked her computer, noticing the red folder, "Maggie, do you know anything about this red folder?"
"Yes,"
"And?"
"Your book is in there and the codes to open your vault."
"I have a vault?"
"You're not impressed by you writing again? Yes, NC bank."
"Is Kara aware of this?"
"I don't know about the vault, but the book it's a surprise. You wouldn't even tell me the contents. But it's done, that's for sure. Last time we discussed it, you had to rephrase the ending."
Cat furrowed her brows. "This is terrible timing for not remembering." Maggie nodded. "You don't happen to know the passcode?"
Maggie shook her head. "Have you tried your kids birthday?"
Cat dropped herself on her chair; she tapped the desk with her fingers as she tried, actively to retain Olivia's birthday. Maggie noticed the confused eloquence and how misplaced Cat's eyes were. She could see how quiet tears covered hazel eyes.
"Hey," Maggie walked closer to Cat. "This was an accident, okay."
Cat closed her eyes, she thought about the weather and when a party took place for her daughters birthday. The memory came racing, with a hazy cloudless perception of abundant trees and sunlight. "March?" Cat murmured.
"What about March?" Maggie inquired, confused.
"Is Olivia's birthday in March?" Cat told, shifting her eyes to her daughter.
Maggie opened her eyes wider. "Yes, March twenty-eight!" Olivia stirred as Maggie stiffed her body. "Oh, I— is this the only thing you remember?"
Cat was in shock. "Is it? Or you're just trying to make me feel at ease?"
"I would never lie to you, Cat. It is in March." Cat was quiet for a second. She cleaned a couple of tears that flowed down her cheeks.
"I'm exhausted." Cat blurred. "I need a vacation." Maggie hugged Cat, some tears clouding her vision as well.
"Maybe some sex," Maggie used her hand to cover Olivia's ear. "Kara has a special spot on her neck, use it."
"Maggie." Cat pushed her with a tiny chuckle.
"Your words." Maggie laughed, walking away from the desk. "There's this thing that she does involving super speed and you," Maggie emulated an explosion with her hand over her head. "I'm a little jealous Alex doesn't have powers."
Alex knocked on glass doors halting Maggie's conversation.
"Right on time, my replacement has arrived."
"Hey gorgeous," Alex greeted, with a massive roll of plastic over her left shoulder and a bulky roll of duct tape on the other hand. "We'll cover the patio door, and the entrance from your office until we fix the wall." Alex dropped the big cylinder on the carpet, making a tumultuous sound waking Ollie from her doze. "Oh," She lifted her head, stretching her shoulders. "I'm sorry, Olivia."
"Okay, time for me to leave." Maggie jumped Ollie in her arms. "Say goodbye." Olivia waved with a sleepy smile placing her head back to her aunt's shoulder. "Bye, Cat." Maggie winked, touching her neck and giving Cat a thumbs up.
Maggie walked past Alex. Cat noted the focused expression Alex had. She had plastic already opened on the floor, and she had a box cutter, on the other hand, sliding it over plastic.
"Let me take Olivia out of here before you start murdering people." Maggie waved and left the office.
Cat witnessed everything. She understood the moment Alex waved, hardly lifting her head from the plastic on the carpet. Cat took into attention what Maggie stated about Alex and Kara being astonishingly stressed. Although, to her surprised; Alex threw the box cutter, jogged out of the office kissing Maggie her on the lips.
Cat could see how Maggie relaxed in Alex's arms. She sensed what she witnessed. The effortless movement Maggie did with her shoulders was a genuine replica of Cat decompressing into Kara's scent. She also noticed, seemingly a signature move from the sisters, when Alex drew her hand behind Maggie's back; keeping her close to her body.
Cat smiled at how alike they were. Alex similarly needed the connection and warmth Maggie granted. The action was sudden, and maybe it could be overlooked for several, but for Cat, it welcomed the familiar, tangible, and passionate judgment of love.
She noticed all this quick special, particular motions between Alex's and Maggie as if she saw in slow motion. The movements were quick on Alex's end, swiftly evoking a drastic change of tension and happiness on Maggie's face. Furthermore, Maggie proved that the Danvers' always kiss goodbye.
Maggie smiled, winking at Cat and walking out of sight.
Alex entered the office again, working quickly, cutting long pieces of plastic, without looking at Cat. The media mogul focused on her laptop; She texted Carter that they were okay and that they'll be home soon.
The clicks of the computer sounded while she tried continuously to type cero three two eight on the folder passcode, but each time the four squares flickered, erasing the numbers in them and leaving the folder locked.
She gave up. The folder was something she'll have to try another day. There were more concerning things at the moment, small clips and snippets published on CatCo media page about Retro's message. The video was everywhere, and her heart kept rising speed with the concept of the vile man.
It's been a week since she thought about having some bourbon or whiskey. Tonight resembled like the exemplary scenario to drink a couple of inches of the rust-colored, acidic fluid. Cat only had to pick up the phone, and her request would have been resolved and made in minutes.
"You're not going to say a word?" Alex's voice bewildered Cat from her investigation on her workstation.
"Yes, I'm sorry. Let me help you." Cat stood walking over Alex, who nodded quickly occupying with a piece of plastic and covering the glass door. She cut a piece of duck tape and slid her hand over the sticky tape and kept the plastic in position, obstructing the view from the outside. Cat seized the tape and commenced forming pieces for Alex. She also noticed a gun, modest and in a holster around Alex's leg.
Cat couldn't help considering content with how things developed. Kara was able to keep them protected while she was gone. Maggie left, replacing Cat's security with Alex.
"Alex," Cat felt shy of asking the question. Moreover, it felt necessary and vital. She was reminiscent of Alex supporting her when Kara was gone, that it thought freely and invaluable. "How are you doing?"
Alex paused, cutting plastic and grinned to Cat. "Well," she sat on the carpet, embracing her calf's with her arms. "I don't know, truly." Cat's face was unbiased, not aspiring to alarm Alex. "I'm scared."
Cat thought about her following words. Earlier the same topic generated disagreement among her and Kara. She didn't want to disappoint her best friend and jeopardize any undesirable tendencies that could hinder precise interpretation of this case.
"Me too." She replied, causing Alex to grin softly in-between tiny nods.
"There's a safe place we're talking Carter, Mom, Olivia and you. It's called the Fortress of Solitude. You will be safe there in case we can't deactivate the bombs."
Cat blinked, cutting more duck tape. "Are you going to be safe?" She nearly whispered the subject made Alex crawl forward to kiss Cat on her forehead. The action froze Cat's activities, granting her heart in distress. Alex was trying to calm her, indicating the sisters seemingly are trying not to escalate the situation.
The sisters are willing to risk their lives for National City.
When Alex finished pressing her lips on Cat's forehead, she had tears in her eyes. "Listen to me, Danvers." Cat clutched a handful of Alex's black shirt. "Maggie and I need both of you alive and well." Cat's tears rushed down her cheeks. "Don't try to be a hero; we don't need heroes that we can treasure in gold sculptures round CatCo Plaza. We demand both of you at the end of the week. Home."
"This is far more complicated," Alex replied, crying softly. "We're not scared about Retro."
Cat released Alex's shirt. "You're worried something will happen to us."
Alex nodded. "We understand the duties and understand that there will be casualties." Alex wiped her tears. "What if you both fall in the casualties class?"
"Have you seen us? We are one of the most badass women on the planet." Alex chuckled. "Give me a gun, and I'm unchangeable."
"Of course you are, Cat." Alex took a deep breath. "I was going to ask Maggie to marry me." Cat forced her eyes wider. "But with all of this happening, I don't think it's the right time."
"This is the ideal time to ask Maggie to marry you, Alex." Cat smiled, lowering the tape on the carpet. "This supervillain is trying to disrupt us. I'm not going to lie. This rat is making me bicker with my wife." Alex beamed. "He is unsettling and somewhat disturbing, but that doesn't entitle him to possess authority over our lives." Cat lifted Alex's chin. "You are not alone, nor Kara."
"Thanks, I needed that." Alex hugged Cat. "You should tell Kara that, too. We are superstressed."
"I tried, but she stormed out."
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay." Cat stood, helping Alex cover another glass. "Maggie would love your question."
"I was looking for your permission." Alex felt bashful. "Maggie's parents don't support her being with me or being a lesbian." Cat's face transformed, hearing her best friend didn't have her parents support. She also was conscious that her mother didn't support of Kara. "It's just us. We are her family."
"You are asking my approval?" Cat played. "Because I'm her best friend, or because I am a mature soul?" Alex hoisted her hands in surrender. "You are lucky I can't remember any accountability you performed upon Maggie in the past five years."
"I guess that's a good thing." Alex joked back. "Do you approve?" Her pitch more critical and accentuated. "Can I ask you for her hand?"
"Of course, Alex. We'll plan this wedding when Retro is dead." Alex squinted at Cat's moral judgments. "Fine, when he's severely wounded."
Cat felt her hair ruffle with an unexpected breeze, shifting quickly; She found Supergirl floating and then descending on the carpet. Her insides immediately felt sunny and relaxed.
"Dear," Cat commenced marching to Supergirl when she discerned something unique about Kara's character.
"Good evening, Cat." Cat swallowed, regarding the character and Supergirl's arms.
"J'onn," She identified how OS was running and impertinent. "How are you?" She shifted, preventing the view of delicate azure eyes and blonde hair conducted to her.
"I'm good," He said, barging inside the office. J'onn didn't fancy to impersonate Kara.
Cat felt another rush of air, and in individual turns, her office was coated in pieces, from the roof to the carpet with plastic. J'onn clapped twice occupying in the center of the room, inspecting his finished work.
"Thank you." Alex turned to grab her phone and to call an agent. "We're ready." She said, turning to Cat and hanging up. "We're going to cut the power from a couple of blocks down CatCo. It will reset Retro's cameras, unfreezing the image and ceding him the visuals of the office again."
"Well, he'll see nothing."
"That's okay. Tomorrow morning we'll remove the plastic before the bullpen gets full." Cat nodded, walking back to her desk to work. J'onn reminded quietly in the middle of her office. "No, no. Go home and rest."
Cat turned to J'onn then back to Alex. "I would like to wait for the Magazine, I can't sleep on Issue Night."
"Thomas' downstairs. I have agents delivering the tv's as we speak. I need you sharp tomorrow morning." Alex commanded with a stern look.
"J'onn thanks for helping Kara." Cat closed her laptop, bending to grab her stilettos. "Thanks for helping my mini Kryptonian this afternoon."
J'onn recognized the soft tone. The martian granted Cat, the critical space, nodding as he bowed his head to the media mogul. "Everything for my family." He said, with a smile, Cat yearned to see from her wife preferably.
The blouse and hair swayed in harmony with the delicate breeze that envelope the skies. Kara's leg bent, shorter than the other one implemented the support the cape didn't contribute.
Her glasses gently caught amidst her index and thumb; her other hand assumed to handle the complex brushes of sharp grazes of clouds.
Eyes shut, ears loosened and not constrained. Kara felt her hair, irregularly stroking the cervix of her neck, swiftly motioning her gold strands, pushing them above her forehead; to later sway opposite her cheeks and chest
The scene was breathtaking; the lights with the horizon mirrored the bright sky itself. Kara glimpsed to her right, ramming her hair to take another movement as she investigated a distant space. Her skin felt sticky with the elevation, her digits rigid and stiff with the lack of heat .
Kara inhaled gently and enunciated. Her lungs tracked her routine actions as if it was an essential obligation. Her blood sustained her senses alert while her mind distracted her vulnerabilities and thoughts.
She would be lying to herself if she wasn't up there, searching for the man that brought disturbance to her and her family for hours. She broke secrecy regulations, expunging walls of numerous National City Citizen. Kara sought for the pitch and waves of his vocal cords. She was responsible and settled to locate silvery hairs on the beard, and the patent laugh he produced after the video.
The heroine analyzed the video. She monitored for background noises; for anything, her abilities could identify. The point that her senses could recognize various adaptations of tones forced her to more.
There's always an imperfection. Kara confined sounds, equaling them, and combining them with their surroundings. Only this time, Retro videotaped the video in a room broad of white noise. No birds in the background, not a ring of a phone, a honk of a car or a creaking sound of a buoyant door.
Nothing.
Her senses couldn't disclose anything, as if this man filmed his video inside a bulletproof, sound cancelation point. She waited because even though she couldn't distinguish anything from the video, the man was going to vocalize.
His voice registered in Kara's mind. She retained the sound, and she only demanded to wait. The concept disciplined Kara's thoughts. Was this man considering everything? Was he challenging and settling the heroine's capabilities to a test?
Kara took a thick, elongated breath. Numerous people would think breathing up away from the combustion of cars and contamination would be pure. Some might think the air was more natural to breath although Kara's lungs hunted for that aid of security. Her heart was exhausted, her spirit bothered and her vulnerabilities high.
Her appearance was rigid, sturdy, and quiet. The energy that the heroine offered to hold her glasses as light as feathers.
Could this man be in a silence vow for forty-eight hours? Could she catch him before the deadline?
Kara closed her eyes again. It was the fifth time she examined the city contemplating clocks, and crafted wires coinciding bombs. She couldn't find any squared rubbery substitute filled with blasting explosive fastened to walls or roads. Buildings were safe, and significant areas of the population were monitored and reviewed.
She X-rayed cars, government buildings, schools, and by now, she could quickly sketch her penthouse building in a
swift motion. Kara slowly placed her glasses on the bridge of her nose, blocking the automatic X-ray that seemed natural and constant.
She pushed her body forward, aligning her arms and legs with the wind. Quickly she encountered her patio furniture and gold locks tight in a bun and dropped swiftly.
"It's late," Cat mumbled, knowing her wife could catch any word coming out of her mouth. "I was worried." Kara shifted her head, listening to the diverse rhythm of Cat's heart. "Glad to know you're okay," Cat susurrate, turning to get inside the room when Kara quickly prevented her before she could depart. Kara's nose was close to her wife's, unmistakably breathing the same air. Cats eyes were directly sealed, submerging into flowers and affection. "Don't." Cat blurred. "Don't pretend we're not affected by what's happening, Kara."
"I'm sorry for leaving earlier." Kara's voice sounded hoarse, reserved from not being used since she left the presence of her wife. Kara slid her hand over Cat's neck, her fingertips were now warm, and sparkling butterflies in her stomach; she searched for her wife's stitches, redirecting her tremors into more than caring. "I needed to be alone."
"Then tell me about it," Cat's tone was more consecutive and more stimulating. "We're married, but we're not an intrinsically form that needs to be fastened all the time, Kara." Cat set her hand over Kara's chest. "I understand I'm overwhelming; especially when I'm still trying to figure us out, but this is more than us, Kara."
"You're not overwhelming," Kara said, placing a kiss on Cat's forehead. "I should not have left, at least not like that."
"Were we okay, Kara?" Cat asked, pushing Kara slowly and walking towards the railing. "Before my memory loss. Before Retro?"
"What do you mean?"
"I have an uncomfortable feeling that given a second chance. Makes me question if we truly are who we used to be." Cat tapped the railing, sliding her hands over her bare biceps. "Were we honest with each other's?" Kara's eyes began to gloss. "I love you, don't misinterpret my words, but—
"Are you breaking up with me?" Kara asked, her lungs sought air.
"No, no," Cat rushed to the heroine's arms, cupping her chin. "I would never, Kara." Kara signed, taking deep breaths. "Maggie told me about the red folder. I wrote a book."
Kara glimmered, scrunching her eyebrows. "You wrote again?"
"Did I feel the same way five years ago when I decided writing was a waste of time and not productive to my life? I thought about ghostwriting some other books, not creating one." Kara nodded. "Then why I decided to write again?"
"Maybe you reviewed the positives results. A book takes time to write, and Maggie has no reason to lie." Cat nodded. "Still it's okay, you had your reason for not telling me." Kara reclined her body from the patio door, observing Cat's figure.
"Well, Maggie said the book was a surprise. I also have a vault in National City Bank." Kara was quiet. "And you didn't know about that either." Kara shook her head. "See what makes me question if we were okay and open with each other's."
Kara lifted her head, gawking fondly at green eyes. "I trust you," Cat's eyes squinted swiftly. "I trust you," Kara repeated when tears fell from her wife's eyes. "I don't care what you have in the vault, Cat. I don't care you went out of your way to write again. You're splendid and a marvelous writer."
Cat gulped, turning to the skyline of the city. "You must be from another planet."
"I'm sorry about earlier." Kara pushed.
"Don't apologize, dear." They both remained quiet; Cat gazed at lights and homes, and Kara monitored to her wife's heart. "Alex told me you're talking us to the Fortress of Solitude, whatever that is." Cat gazed over her shoulder.
"It's the safest place." Kara removed her glasses, walking inside their room. Cat followed the different tone of Kara's voice and accompanied her inside.
She could feel Kara's anxiety. She noticed her wife's concerns and dilemmas. For a minute, Cat Grant didn't know how to commence a discussion. She perceived how Kara started to unfastening her long sleeve blouse.
Her back muscles were more visible and pronounced. Kara advanced to undo the button of her high wasted pants, slipping deliberately out one leg at a time.
Cat observed, leaving any desire or eternal recognition of her wife's body. "Talk to me," Cat said, sitting on the bed. "Please."
Kara turned, the bare of her skin made her look inadequate. "I spend hours away from Olive and you because I was investigating the city." Cat didn't attempt to speak, nor have a single face with a sharp appearance that would restrict Kara from manifesting what she was thinking. "I didn't find the bombs." Kara slid her hand over her hair. Cat paused until Kara seemed her words.
"He might be bluffing," Cat responded. "He did give you time; maybe he's not placing them now."
"I checked everywhere." Kara leaned her body on the dresser. She turned, erasing the walls and looking inside Olivia's room. "We're safe here," Kara turned back to Cat. "The building it's secure."
"Good." Cat started fiddling with her fingers. "It was courageous," Cat's tone was calming, reassuring. "What you did earlier with Ollie, you are a fabulous mother, Kara," Cat regarded the minuscule smile in Kara's face. "We'll always be here if she slips and gets out of control."
"Maybe I overreacted too." Kara was deep in thought. "I also need to do this myself, Cat." Cat took a deep breath, controlling her sentiments and uncertainties. "I can't let J'onn do this. I need to face Retro personally."
"Okay," Cat replied indifferently, generating uncertainty in Kara's end. "I know you, dear. I can see how much you want to take this man." Cat suspected her silly attitude shifted her wife's personality and was delighted when Kara started walking towards Cat. "I would take this man, give me your powers and I'd probably super-speed through him."
Kara sat on the floor, lounging her body upon the bed. She placed her head on Cat's legs. "That's morbid." Kara chuckled, shifting her face.
"You're not alone." Cat caressed Kara's scalp. "It's okay to be terrified. But we'll do it together. I'll help you defeat Retro."
Kara lifted her head, finding gorgeous green eyes looking at her. "I would love that."
"I don't know why I didn't tell you about the vault, or the book, but I stood on our hallway tonight with your mother, and I looked at all the frames. I had to ask if we had a different life because I cannot conceive secrets from a superhero." Kara was quiet, lost in rich tones and mellow, gentle heartbeats. "We are happy, dear." Kara pursed her lips. "Those pictures won't lie, our house won't lie," Cat turned, sliding her hands over soft fabric sheets. "Our bed feels like a safe place."
Kara was in awe, her lips parted, and her eyes hypnotized by Cat's open and vivid memories. "Do you remember anything else?" Kara kneeled, focused on Cat's soft face. "You do say; it's our safe place. If I leave in the mornings, you say go and come back to me."
Cat shook her head. "I remember Ollie's birthday is in March."
Kara didn't move; her face was soft. She punished herself for trying to find a clarification to this man by herself. She felt for uncomfortable hours searching, gathering every possible information about this man. Kara required a way to feel better about this tense situation.
Being forty meters in the air didn't make her any less vulnerable at what was happening. Being aware of the surroundings didn't guide her to a better outcome regarding the fight, or Retro.
Being overwhelmed created the state she was right now. All she had to do was receive, gawk, and limit any further damage. At least physical or emotional. She could've prevented many of these things by only conversing with her wife by welcoming to her daughter's laughter and by having a dialogue with Carter, Alex, or her mother.
She then decided to confine herself, to overthink and analyze the many consequences of this battle. She was risking her mental health and saneness.
"You'll have your memories back in no time, honeybun." Kara found the right words to say. She grabbed her wife's hand and clasped it tenderly. "You'll get more of your memories."
"Kara," Cat's serene face vanished. "I know Retro is trying to break everything you've kept safe," she tilted her head, arranging her body so she could be face to face with Kara. "But we still have time to figure him out. I want to see what he'll do when the Issue appears tomorrow everywhere." Cat slid her fingers solely on Kara's cheeks.
"You know, your sister is the scariest person I've ever met when mad." Kara chuckled. "Maggie won't care to punch everything for information. Dianna can run my company, single-heartedly. J'onn can help distract Retro with two of you." Cat stopped talking abruptly. "And your mother," she smiled. "She studied Retro's version of White Kryptonite and discovered that it only could enter your body through your nervous system." Kara absorbed her wife's words with her mother's knowledge. "Of course, he didn't inject anything to your spinal cord, but your eyes suffered the gas, spreading it directly to your brain which, controls your system," Kara observed how Cat continued voicing the information. "He pushed your cells to send signals of distress, pain, and deterioration. We'll prevent it.
Kara stood, and Cat allowed her to be quiet and think about all of this. "How do we do that? How do we prevent another attack from White Kryptonite?"
"Well, I've dreamt of a black super suit." Kara arched her brows. "Lead cured your allergy to this Kryptonite," Cat stood, walking closer to her wife. "Can you wear it?"
"And what else?" Kara nodded, "How are we going to prevent it from entering my body?" Cat walked swiftly to her walk-in closet, appearing with a scarf on her hand.
"You'll do it with your eyes closed and concealed." Cat showed her the black scarf. Kara didn't have words to express how grateful and hopeful she was. Nonetheless, she pulled Cat closer by her shirt.
"Thank you." Kara lowered her head, pressing her forehead against Cat's.
Butterflies flowed passionately between them. Kara craved the reciprocity and assurance; while Cat felt gratified of having the power and confidence to make her wife feel at ease.
Cat's expression was soft; she kissed Kara's nose and settled the scarf around Kara's eyes. "I know you can see through everything, dear. Promise me that you'll make an outstanding effort to sustain your eyes closed." Kara was magnetized, connected in Cat's security and scent.
"They're shut." Kara relaxed her shoulders and muscles.
"Imagine all you can do with your ears." Cat slurred. "I will whisper from now on, and I want you to explain what I'm doing around the room." Kara's fingers sparkled with excitement. She enhanced her audition sending her emotions far and listening to many sounds simultaneously. "Shh," Cat noticed the concentrated expression Kara wore. "Come back here, dear." Cat continued, "Stay inside the room."
Kara smiled with hooded eyes. "I'm here." Her ears traveled to her daughter room. It got distracted with the noise of the refrigerator to later rest softly on the ticking sound of her watch. "I'm here." She said when she separated everything but the noise of her wife's feet moving with the carpet.
Cat focused on proving her point. She was decided to reveal to Kara that she was stronger than her optics. Kara had many more powers she could improve and intensify. Cat knocked on the bathroom door, alerting Kara to move her head her way. Kara tilted her head when she heard the insides of the faucet, leaving the constricted metal that prevented the water from being released.
Cat splashed the water, closing the faucet and splashing the remaining of the water on the floor. Kara could hear the drops hitting the bathroom tile. Cat stretched her hand, scratching the towels on the bathroom shelf.
"Where am I?" Cat whispered.
"Bathroom," Kara responded. "You opened the faucet and touched the towels."
"Good," Cat moved freely inside the bathroom. "Now keep describing what I'm doing, dear."
Kara was excited; she could visually imagine the noises and sounds just by how familiar and close they felt. "You're touching the soaps," Kara moved closer to the bathroom. "Sliding your fingers over the brush," She continued listening to what Cat was doing. "You're walking away from the bathroom," Kara followed her wife's scent when Cat walked past her. "You're standing in front of the dresser."
Cat was excited and collected. Kara hasn't failed any action she performed. She thought about obtaining blueprints of the baseball stadium. They could practice and learn each area of the magnificent place. Cat concentrated on her wife's face; she lifted her shirt over her shoulders and paused for the heroine to voice her actions. She didn't know if Kara was aware of her activities. Moreover, her wife was incredibly smart, and so was she. Cat took a deep breath removing her sweat pants and sliding them slowly with her feet.
"Kara," Cat mumbled. "Continue, please." Cat smirked sliding the thin lines of her brassier off, slowly unclasping the back and dropping it on the carpet.
Kara coughed, licking her lips slowly evoking a sharp sensation in Cat's center. "You're," Kara began describing. "Sliding your panties down your legs." Cat stood, strong, ready and proud in front of her wife. "You're naked."
Kara opened her eyes through the black scarf, breaking the promise she made to Cat.