The meeting is set up at Mr. Winn Schott's office, so that it is private enough for people not to pry but public enough for Kara to feel safe. Mike arrives two hours late, as expected, looking much more disheveled than she's used to seeing him.

"Hi," he says curtly as he sits in the chair right in front of Kara. There's a small glass table separating them, and he resists the urge to rest his feet on them. "Have we checked her for bugs, Winn?"

"She's clean," Winn announces quickly. "She's also a very nice person," he adds, silently pleading with Mike to be nice to her.

Mike smirks at Kara. "A very nice person who's trying to sabotage my career. So, what's your deal?"

Kara looks him straight in the eyes. "I'm the blogger that's exposing your true face to the world."

"My true face?" Mike chuckles. "You don't know me, Danvers."

"The little I do know is quite sickening," Kara snaps back quickly.

Mike studies her for a moment. She has long, dark brown hair, brushed back and tied neatly with pins, rectangular glasses that she keeps adjusting, plain clothes- jeans and a top, like she's a high school teacher, but overall, she's quite attractive.

"What did I do to scorn you?" He finally asks.

"You play with women's hearts."

Mike shakes his head emphatically. "No. I mean, what did I do to scorn you? Look, I'll be honest with you. I can't always remember the girls I've slept with. There's been so many, after a while, it all just kind of blurs together. You are very attractive, and I'd think I'd remember sleeping with you-"

Winn hides his face behind his hands as Kara sits in her chair speechless in disbelief.

"-but I don't. So I have to ask. Did I sleep with you?"

"Excuse me?" is all Kara manages to say after a minute.

Mike swings in his chair non-chalantly, twisting to his right and facing away from her. "Look, it's nothing personal. I'm sure you were wonderful and we had a great time. And I'm sorry I can't remember you, I truly am. But you don't have to drag my name through the mud over a one night stand. That's a little extreme, don't you think?"

"I did not sleep with you!" Kara screams, making Winn wince and Mike stop swinging in his chair, surprised by the sudden change in her demeanor. She stands up, and her towering figure over Mike sparks an awe in him. Her voice is unwavering but filled with emotions as she speaks. "I would hate myself if I slept with a slimy, misogynistic pig like you. I'd never degrade myself to that level. But of course you'd think that. You're just that shallow. You have no regard for the hearts you break or the lives you destroy. You cannot comprehend how your actions might affect somebody. You're just a fuck-boy who thinks he's so much better than everyone and he so deserves to be worshipped. Well, guess what, pal? You're just a sad, pathetic, sorry excuse of a human being."

Winn mentally gives the woman a standing ovation. He has watched his best friend be this horrible person for all these years, and astoundingly, he has still seen women throw themselves at his feet. At long last a woman has put him in his place, and he can't wait to see if this is the slap in the face Mike needed to wake up and be a better man, the man he could be, the man he once used to be.

Mike quickly collects himself. "Wow, that was a great speech. Very passionate and empowering. You should be on CNN."

Kara glares daggers at him. "Is this all a joke to you?"

"Not at all. I'm serious," Mike assures. "I'm here to negotiate. And if you're not a jilted lover, then what? Is it money you want? Cause I'm sure we can work out a deal."

Kara slams her fist on the table, and it shocks all three people in the room when it cracks the glass layer. With her shaking fist by her side, Kara shoots Mike with one last glare. "You're even worse than I imagined. I thought that maybe, maybe hearing the women's sides of the stories can get to you. But you, you are irredeemable."

With that, Kara turns around to leave.

"You're bleeding," Mike suddenly points out.

Kara looks down at her hand, and notices that her knuckles are indeed bloody.

"Winn," his voice is different now, calm and sincere. Kara mentally notes that he really is a good actor. "Get her some bandages."

"No, thank you," Kara spits out the words with venom, before she storms out of the office.

Mike expects another blog post, this time about the encounter Supergirl herself had with him. But a week passes and nothing happens. She posts a story about another past lover of his, but nothing about them, and he realises she isn't going to.

Why, is beyond his comprehension. No woman has ever spoken to him the way that this blogger did, and something about it got to him. It intrigued him, to say the least, but more than that, it made him realise, for the first time in his life, that he may not be as perfect as he thinks he is.

"You're a dick," Winn tells him candidly. "Miss Danvers is just trying to be a voice for women. And you completely humiliated her and made it clear that you're a total dick. Everything you said to her, it was so uncalled for. I should have known better. I should have known this is what you'd do, because you're a total dick-"

"-Because I'm a total dick," Mike echoes. "I get that, Winn."

"Do you?" Winn challenges. "Then I pray to God that you do something about it."

And that's exactly what Mike has in mind.