Kara paced rapidly. She knew what she needed to do. When her closet didn't have what she needed, she snuck into Alex's room. Of course Alex had the black pants, black boots, blank long sleeve shirt and even black face mask she needed.
She just needed to kidnap both women. It was simple. In a town like National City, crime was common. It wouldn't be an issue, she reminded herself.
It wouldn't be an issue.
It wouldn't be an issue.
It wouldn't be an issue.
She flew to Cat's penthouse, hoping the mask was enough. Unlike her superhero persona, there wasn't much to let Cat know that she was a bad guy. Or supposed to be a bad guy, anyway.
"I don't take deliveries through the balcony," Cat called without glancing up. She was in her kitchen, pouring what Kara knew wasn't her first bottle of wine.
"This isn't a delivery. It's a pick up..." Kara winced at the lame line. She knew it was the type of thing Winn would have thought of.
"That's the best you can come up with?" Cat scoffed, slightly inebriated. "We won't even need Supergirl with wit like that." Cat studied her, staring unimpressed as she drank her wine.
Kara didn't know how villains did this. Wasn't Cat scared? Didn't she wonder who she was or how she landed on her balcony? And what did villains do while the victims drank their wine? Should she tap her foot?
"Kidnapping or murder?" Cat asked.
"What?" The question took Kara by surprise and she couldn't even muffle her voice like she had been.
"Are you here to kill me or just kidnap me? I need to know how much wine I should drink."
"Put the glass down," Kara tried to sound tough. Cat ignored her, sipping her wine. Kara moved closer, purposely breaking the glass and knocking a barstool over.
"That's the worst crime scene I've ever seen."
"Can we just go?" Kara sighed.
"Fine. The bottle's empty anyway," Cat threw the bottle to the ground, adding to the makeshift crime scene.
Kara sighed, grabbing her boss before flying her off.
After dropping Cat off at the empty warehouse, she placed her hands on her knees, bending over to catch her breath. This felt like work, but she knew the real work was just beginning.
Alex was sound asleep when she snuck in. She held the chloroform soaked towel, her hands shaking. She knew knocking Alex out was the only chance she had to kidnap her older sister. Otherwise, she was in for a brutal beating.
She crept closer, the floorboards creaking even when she held her breath. She was an arms reach away when Alex lunged out of bed, bending Kara's arms behind her back painfully.
"Who do you work for?" She growled.
"Ow, ow. It's me."
"Kara?" Alex turned her light on in time to see her sister babying her arm. She glanced down at the towel. "Did you try to knock me out?"
"Yeah, I tried to kidnap you."
"Why?"
"Because I kidnapped Cat Grant."
"You what?" Alex yelled.
"I handled it so bad and I didn't want you guys to break up. And then I tried to get you back together for dinner and you both cancelled." She spoke quickly, her words falling in quick rushes. "Are you mad?"
"I'm not happy. So is Supergirl going to rescue her?"
"I thought she'd prefer a different kind of hero," Kara whispered.
"Cat?" Alex called, walking quickly through the dark warehouse.
"Alex?" Cat followed the sound. In the dark, all Alex heard was the soft jingle of her Alex and Ani bracelets. It sounded like a cat bell, which made her smile. "What are you doing here?"
"Rescuing you. What? You think there's only one hero in this town?"
"Speaking of only one... about what I said..."
"We aren't fooling anyone..." Alex whispered. "I'm miserable without you. And I know you're miserable without me."
"Ki-rah told you?"
"She didn't have to. I know your feelings are real."
"We have a lot to overcome..."
"There will always be things to overcome," Alex thought of Kara's identity and how they'd tell her. "But I want to overcome them with you."
"This isn't a romantic comedy. Would you just kiss me already," she smirked. Alex complied, leaning in and kissing Cat passionately.