Author's note: I'm sorry for how long it took me to update, but real life's gotten in the way right now, and it's making it harder to find time to write, and not just this story, but all my stories. I haven't forgotten though, and I hope you guys like this chapter, and I'll try to update a little quicker if it's possible.

"Oh God, it's you."

Siobhan began to turn to go back to her cell, but the guards physically turned her back toward her visitor and shoved her forward. They grabbed her by the arms and led her into the Sideshow cell and locked it behind her. "Take all the time you need," one of the guards said.

"Thank you," said the visitor. "Hello, Siobhan," she said once they were alone.

"What was it that Leslie said to you?" Siobhan asked as she stood defiantly in the cell, wishing she could cross her arms in front of her. "Oh yeah; long time cape and skirt."

She looked Supergirl up and down, taking in the sight of the red boots and sheer red tights, the bright red skirt and yellow belt, and finally the blue top with that practically glowing "S" logo. It was all topped off with that stoic expression and long blonde hair. The girl next door with a massive attention complex, she thought as she gazed at the way Supergirl was standing in front of her; legs shoulder width apart and fists perched on her waist, and that cape flowing behind her, looking the part of the authoritative hero.

Spare me, she thought.

"So what can I do for Little Miss Blonde Ambition?"

"How are you doing?"

"Really?" Siobhan chuckled. "How am I doing? You had me woken up in the middle of the night to ask how I'm doing? Apparently lying isn't one of your superpowers."

Supergirl watched the sarcastic grin split Siobhan's face and realized that prison hadn't dulled her sense of rebelliousness. It was almost refreshing to know that Siobhan wasn't letting this place change her too much. But her attitude would definitely make this conversation harder.

"I really am here to check up on you."

"Are you going to make them move Leslie in the middle of the night? Or what about Winn's daddy? You going to check up on him at whatever time this is?" Supergirl stood silent. "I didn't think so. So again, what does Blonde Ambition herself want with little old me?"

"I didn't know they moved Winn's father into this wing? He's human after all."

"Nearly broke out twice," Siobhan informed her. "They decided that he was too much of a security risk to be left in general pop. Nice man, very smart, like Winn only with a criminal record," she said, her voice dripping with snark. "I'm surprised he didn't tell you."

"My understanding is that he's been sharing with you as of late."

And there it is, Siobhan thought. "Well, Winn is good company. Smart, funny, all manner of cute, and most importantly, he doesn't look at me like a criminal."

Which you are, Supergirl thought. "Well it's good to see that you have someone to confide in."

Siobhan smiled. Supergirl had stayed in position, but Siobhan could hear a small touch of…something in her voice that she couldn't place at the moment. "Although, I was under the impression that you were seeing a therapist for that."

"The doc likes that Winn visits me. He says it makes me more agreeable," said Siobhan, her voice dripping with mock sweetness and the most shit-eating grin she could muster.

"Winn is alright when he's here, right?"

"I forgot he was your friend," Siobhan told her. "Is that why you're here? To make sure that I'm not corrupting him?" she smiled.

Supergirl began to circle the cell. Siobhan turned to keep eye contact with her. "I am just checking up on him. He did mention getting hurt one of the times he was here."

"And you think that was my fault?"

"Was it?" Supergirl asked, though if she had to be truthful, it was more Kara at that moment than Supergirl. And Kara remembered how horrible Winn looked the next day at Catco, liked he'd had the life kicked out of him by a Fort Rozz inmate. She'd asked him what happened and all he said was that he'd hit his head. While she believed the reason, she didn't like that he didn't want to tell her the real reason. Even she could tell that accidentally falling down some stairs sounded like total crap. But that was his reason, and she didn't want to upset him by pushing further.

So she waited. And she waited. Until one day, after some gentle prodding, that turned into some slightly aggressive prodding, Winn finally told her what happened. She didn't know what had angered her more, that Winn had gone to see Siobhan, or that he'd been hurt and chose to not tell her. She held back her anger for his sake, but he could tell she was angry, and the small argument that happened left them both at odds for a couple of days.

At the end of the day, Kara just wanted to make sure that Winn was okay. She even offered to start going with him, an idea he shot down immediately.

"You're not exactly one of her favorite people," he told her.

She'd tried to explain that she was doing this for him, not her, and he'd shot her down again. It was the most adamant she'd ever seen him. "You're not going. Just, just let me do this, Kara. I'll be okay. I just want to check up on her."

And she did try. She really did. But she had this feeling that she should at least look into this, on her own if necessary. After all, Winn was her best friend. And Siobhan was…well she was the Silver Banshee now. So if Winn wouldn't let Kara Danvers make sure everything was okay, Supergirl would; and she was surprised with how amenable the warden was with it.

That was how she found herself face to face with Siobhan at four-thirty in the morning.

"Winn getting hurt was an accident," Siobhan told her. "He went all emotional, started looking at me with those puppy dog eyes of his and did the first thing the guards told him not to do."

"Which was?" Supergirl asked.

Siobhan tapped the glass with the shackles. "Touching your side of the glass of sends a charge through you. Why don't you touch it and find out," she dared.

"And what did you do? When he hit his head?"

"Called for the guards. And I did it at quite the risk to my own safety I should add."

Supergirl stopped circling, and stared at Siobhan, looking into her eyes. They were steeled, but she couldn't read anything to tell her she was lying. "So are we done?" Siobhan asked impatiently. "Huh? Are you satisfied that I didn't hurt Winn? That despite your fears, or whatever else you have, he's okay?"

"I suppose I am. Siobhan, thank you."

"I don't want your thanks," Siobhan told her, her voice starting to get weary. "Just let me go back to bed; and you can go back to being National City's living embodiment of hypocrisy."

Supergirl's eyes widened. She felt her blood run. And she felt the urge to punch a hole in the cell and get at Siobhan. "Hypocrisy?"

"Did I stutter?"

"And just how am I a hypocrite?"

Siobhan tittered and let just one side of her lips curl into a half-smile. It was even more condescending a look than when she said how Winn's visits were helping her. "How are you not? You stand there, looking at me, speaking to me with so much self-righteousness, when really, you should be in here with me."

"I haven't broken the law, Siobhan."

"The hell you haven't. I seem to remember you letting an alien criminal just walk away from a crime. Not to mention the property damage you caused when you went off the rails."

Supergirl flinched noticeably. I really thought I was passed the whole red kryptonite thing, she thought. But as upset as she felt at the reminder, she kept her composure in front of Siobhan.

"And let's not forget everyone's personal favorite act of wanton lawlessness, you throwing Cat Grant off her own building," Siobhan giggled. "Face it, your hands may not be as dirty as mine, but they are far from clean. And if you really stood for all the truth and honesty you claim to, you'd swap out the primary colors for an orange jumpsuit."

"There were extenuating circumstances. That's why I was forgiven."

"Oh please," Siobhan said angrily, stepping up to the edge of the cell, her face so close to the glass she could see her breath causing it to fog every time she breathed out. "You were forgiven because of that symbol on your chest. People look at it and they forget anything bad you do, which is crap."

"This symbol stands for truth, and justice, and honor. Not for –"

"It might stand for that, but you, you don't, not yet. Because if you did –"

"Stop trying to push whatever guilt you have onto me, Siobhan. You are in here because you broke the law."

"So did you!" Siobhan shouted. She heard the collar around her neck beep, the first sign that it detected that her voice was louder than she was allowed. Under normal circumstances, she would've taken a deep breath and calmed herself down, not that she cared about not shouting at people who deserved it, but she wasn't a fan of the pain that followed her losing it. "You went on a rampage. You scared the crap out of the entire city. You nearly killed someone. And yet you get to walk around free, because the police, or someone else with enough pull decided to give you special treatment."

"I never asked for it."

"But you sure didn't say no to it did you? So let's not act like you're that much better than me. After all, you're standing there condemning me, saying I broke the law and now have to answer for it; but you, you the laws don't apply to."

"That's not true, Siobhan, I subject to the same laws and rules you are."

"Bullshit; because last time I checked, visiting hours were from nine to six. Not, whatever time it is right now. And tell me, did you get searched?" Supergirl stood silent. "I didn't think so. When Winn visits, he has to get patted own, wanded, put through the metal detector, and whatever else they say. And that's just to get in the prison. He has to go through it all over again to see me. But you probably walked through the door no problem. And don't think I didn't hear the guard tell you that you had as much time as you wanted. Winn barely gets an hour that my doctor had to get approval for. So tell me, how do the rules apply to you?"

Once again Supergirl had no response. As much as she hated to admit it, Siobhan wasn't completely wrong. She was allowed this visit when she wanted it. And she hadn't been subjected to any searches.

"That's what I thought. So you know what, I'm done talking. And I'll be done talking until you can honestly tell me that this place made you have to abide by the damn rules," she ranted, finishing off by walking toward the back of the cell and raising her voice. "Guard, I want to go back to y bunk."

Supergirl nodded toward where she was told where the camera was. A moment later the guards came in and escorted Siobhan out. One of the guards came in to escort Supergirl out. "would you please let the warden know I thank him for allowing me this visit, but tell him that if I ask for another visit, that I want him to have me follow the same rules as any other visitors."

"But you're –"

"Doesn't mean I deserve special treatment."