By the time Dick found Kara, he had already searched everywhere else in the manor he could think of before deciding to check the roof. Kara was laying down on one of the flat portions of the roof, short hair being ruffled by a slight breeze and tears threatened to spill down her cheeks. He sat down next to her, not talking as she preferred silence whenever she was upset. She finally turned her gaze from the stars to her brother, "I'm sorry, Dick. I know I shouldn't have run off like that, but I just had to get away." He nodded in understanding, content to just let her speak. "Hey, let's go do something fun." He sat cross-legged, "What do you have in mind?" She propped herself on an elbow and turned to him. She arched her eyebrow and slowly said, "I was thinking maybe tonight we could go to a club?" He grinned at her, "Of course! Do you have anywhere specific in mind?" She stood, helping her brother to his feet, "I was thinking of the Iceberg Lounge. What do you think?" He threw back his head with a laugh, "Oh my god, you know that's going to piss off dad. Mom not so much, but dad is going to be furious." She pulled him towards the door, "It's settled then. Be ready to go in 30. We'll take one of the cars."
When they pulled up to the Iceberg Lounge, Kara handed the keys to the waiting valet. They stepped out of the car and were immediately swarmed by the paparazzi. There are more here than usual tonight. I wonder who is here? They walked past the line for the club, nodding at the bouncer as they entered. Kara could hear people in the line saying how unfair it was that "they had to wait in line for hours, while the Wayne brothers got in immediately and without a cover fee." They made their way up some stairs that led into the office that overlooked the dance floor and bar. Kara walked right in without so much as knocking. Dick followed closely and watched as Kara approached the owner, giving him a quick hug. "Uncle Oswald!" The man turned around with a startled wenk! "Oh Kara, it's you. I wasn't expecting to see the two of you here tonight." Kara sighed and plopped herself down on one of the leather couches, her brother sliding in right beside her. "It's been a long day, and we needed to relax. Do you mind if we hang out in here for a little bit before going back downstairs?" The short club-owner let out a laugh around his cigarette holder, "Of course I don't mind. Cigarette?" Kara happily accepted the offer. Smoking couldn't hurt her, but the habit itself was relaxing.
Kara just sat there for the next few minutes, occasionally ashing her cigarette. Her mind quickly took her back to the first time she visited this club. Penguin had ordered a bodyguard to fetch her from the dance floor so they could speak in private. He had told her that he knew her secret, knew she Kara, not Karson. He told her that he knew that she had killed Tony Zucco, and he would keep her secrets to himself as long as she didn't interfere in his slightly illegal activities. When she asked him how he knew, he replied that he had eyes and ears all over the city, so of course he knew. But over time, their relationship had changed from blackmail to something quite like family. She had become something of a business partner of sorts to him. She made sure his plans worked and no innocents got hurt, and he provided her with an outlet for her anger, since money was of no use to her.
She sighed and put out her cigarette, bidding farewell to her Uncle and dragging Dick down the stairs to the dance floor. The Iceberg Lounge was slightly chilly and dry ice was misted all over, making the dance floor hazy and hard to see through. Lights flashed in all directions and the floor vibrated slightly as the loud dance music pulsed around them. They danced for a few songs before Kara excused herself to one of the VIP booths at the back of the room. She sat nursing her drink until she felt eyes upon her. There was no point in searching for an elevated heartbeat when the whole building was filled with dancing bodies, so she waited for the person to come to her. Finally, she caught sight of someone walking towards her slowly, as though trying not to be noticed. Kara decided to play along for the fun of it and paid attention to her drink until a throat cleared in front of her. She looked up and was just blown away by the woman standing in front of her. She was breathtaking. She was shorter than Kara but with her heels they would stand about on the same level. The stranger's bright green eyes connecting with deep blue and Kara suddenly felt like a fish out of water. "Hello, do you mind if I join you?" The woman had a straight face on, like she was waiting for a rejection from Kara. Kara, however, stuttered and nodded frantically at the woman. "Thank you," the woman sighed, "I should probably introduce myself seeing as I already know who you are. My name is Lena. Lena Luthor." When Kara still didn't reply, Lena's back stiffened and she started to rise. Kara stumbled forward, "S-Sorry, I got distracted. I'm Karson Wayne and it's a pleasure to meet you."
"I know who you are Mr. Wayne, and I must say...the pleasure is all mine." Lena looked Kara up and down hungrily. Kara gulped, feeling quite like prey, which was saying something considering she was one of the most powerful people on the planet. "Um...How can I help you, Ms. Luthor?" Kara's eyes were drawn to a flash of silver at Lena's neck. "That's a beautiful necklace you're wearing, Ms. Luthor." She looked down, "It is, thank you. My brother gave this to me as a birthday present. As for how you can help me, I'm sure you can see, I'm without a date tonight. Would you object too terribly much if I asked you to keep me company tonight?" Mind hazy, Kara shook her head, "I would be delighted, Ms. Luthor. But, won't your brother be upset once he learns who is accompanying you?" The raven-haired woman snorted slightly as she shook her head, "Lex can be mad all he wants, Mr. Wayne. I don't care if he gets upset that I spent my time with one of the sons of the man who foiled his plans to buy out Kord Industries. And please, call me Lena." The Wayne scion nodded her head quickly, "Of course. And please, call me Kar...Karson." Kara coughed to cover the slight slip of her name. She stood and offered her hand to Lena, "Dance with me?" She led the other woman out onto the dance floor, focusing on the movement of their bodies and the thumping of the music. Bright blue lights cut through the haze of the club every now and then, occasionally illuminating them in the otherwise dark club. As they danced, breathing grew heavier and became visible in the cold club air.
The longer Lena and Kara danced together, the more and more disoriented Kara became. The already loud noises only increased in volume and the smell of Lena's perfume intensified, drawing Kara into the crook of Lena's neck. She breathed past the slight sting on perfume and focused instead on the natural smell wafting off of Lena. Her tongue flicked out to taste the slight sweat on the other woman's skin. "Lenaaaaaa… You smell so good …" The green-eyed woman took a startled step back and took in Karson's appearance, "Mr. Wayne, I know I asked for your company tonight, but that was inappropriate." His eyes were squinted and glassed over, and he wore a dopey smile on his face. "Lena, you smell like peaches," he paused for a second before continuing, "Do you think they serve peaches here? Or pancakes? I love pancakes." Lena stepped close to the Wayne heir again, "Karson, are you alright?" A blinding smile was flashed her way, "Lena, I am so alright right now. You don't even know."
The youngest Luthor grabbed Karson by the hand and led her to a secluded area, "Are you high?" Her tone was incredulous, "No wait, I was watching you for a while and you didn't smoke or eat anything. You didn't take any pills. But you did drink. Have you been roofied?!" Now it was Karson's turn to take her hand, "Lena, take me home." Lena was taken aback by Karson's somber tone, but in the space of a single blink, the blonde was giggling again. "What's so funny?" She hoisted one of his arms over her shoulder and helped him outside and into her personal car. She turned to the driver, "Wayne Manor, Charles." She turned back to Kara, wrestling the blonde to stay seated and not lay down, "Karson, what is so funny?" Lena watched deep hazy blue eyes attempt to focus on her. Karson was full blown laughing now, and she couldn't stop as she moved slightly in Lena's direction, "I'm not Karson." Lena was speechless, "What? Of course, you are. You're Karson Wayne. Everyone knows of you. I did my research before moving here." Karson kept attempting to speak but would break out into fresh giggles every few seconds. "No! See I'm really not Karson though. You wanna know who I am?" Lena silently nodded, leaning back in her seat to fully look at the Wayne heir who seemed to have lost his mind. Karson leaned into Lena, whispering conspiratorially, "I am a Wayne…. sorta. But I'm not Karson." Lena shook her head, "So if you aren't Karson, then who are you?" The tall blonde got as close to Lena's ear as was possible from her position and softly whispered, "My name is Kara, not Karson." As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she fell back on the seat and let out a loud snore. Lena stared at the blonde, shocked by the blonde's words. Oh...well, that's quite the twist.