Kara went home after her little interrogation with Mon-el. She could not help herself but feel a little bit shaken from what she learned, a few moments ago.

The real reason why the crown king and queen were killed a few daya before the destrcution of Daxam was him. He was the one who murdered his own parents out of revenge and power. He confessed that he never felt anything after killing them. Without a doubt, his statement before was confirmed.

It is true. He is a sociopath. Kara knows that a true sociopath would kill without remorse nor guilt. They will use their charm and fill you with their lies just to get what they want. The real question is, what does a Daxamite with powerful magic action going on wants here on Earth?

She remember her conversation with her sister before she went to interogate him.

Flashback

They were in the DEO office. Winn was with the research team as they study about their new friend, currently sleeping. At first, they thought that he was a kryptonian due to needles that bends because of his steel like skin. But when they tried to expose him with kryptonite, no pain was triggered.

And after several minutes of testing, Alex finally got the report About Mon-El.

"According to our analysis, He is a part of a race that was reported to be extinct" Alex reports to her, "He is a Daxamite".

"Daxamite?", Kara could not believe that a Daxamite is here on Earth.

Alex eyed her, sensing that she knows about this extinct race. "You know them?"

Kara nodded, "Yes. Daxamites are sworn enemies of Kryptonians. When I was a child, my father told me the century old war between Daxamites and Kryptonians."

"War? Why?" Alex asks.

Then Kara told her the history between the Kryptonians and Daxamites. Before the war, Daxamites and Kryptonians were strong alies. They conduct marriages of sons and daughters of high profile between Daxamites and Kryptonians in order to strengthen the bond between the two race. They shared resources, technology and many other things in order to help one another. Until there was a misunderstanding between the two race.

There were rumors of Daxamites conducting blood magic in their planet but it was never confirmed and remained a rumor until now.But the rumor tells that Kryptonians found out that Daxamites were not only focusing on technology, but they were shrouded with dark magic. Kryptonians never believed in the power of magic. We see it as a sin to have magic in your body, like what humans did to witches in the old times. Furthermore, there were reports of Kryptonians being abducted and used as lab rats by Daxamites magic users.

Eventually, a war began between the two planets. A war that took a hundred years to end. Many lives were taken in both parties. Until Kryptonians, tired of the slaughtering made sure that peace will prevail in both parties. Both planets agreed to end the war and to never have any transactions anymore. It was the end of the great friendship between daxamites and kryptonians.

"That was end" Kara ended her story. She was sad because even if both planets are completely gone, echoes of these stories are lingering.

'The last son of Daxam and the last daughter of Krypton' she thought. Maybe they were destined to be enemies just like their ancestors.

"Hey" Alex calls her, breaking her train of thought, "Don't worry. He will not get out of that cell. We chained him with lead. Lead is his weakness"

Kara nodded, trying to reassure herself that nothing will go wrong. She will be able to know more about him after the interrogation.

"I called Zatanna. Tomorrow morning, she will put a spell on the cell for security." she says, "You called for a psychatrist to test if he is a sociopath as he says he is?".

Alex nodded and smiles. She would not let this sociopath hurt her sister.

Kara Danvers was never the type of person who skips her meals but after today, she didn't feel like eating dinner. So she wore her favorite PJ's, embroided with her and Superman's symbol, the house of el. It made her feel comfort.

She lays in her bed and thinks about how only a couple of muggers and a fire downtown were saved by supergirl on the way home. And as she casually recap what happened today, she fell asleep and the last thing she could think of was his eyes. Those darn blue eyes... like a stormy sea.

Beautiful yet it screams one thing... danger.

She woke up around three in the morning but it was different. She could not hear anything. Normally, she could hear everything that is happening within ten miles radius. It's as if people are gone.

None.

But when she says her name, she could still hear herself. She was not deaf so what is happening. So she stood up and walked into her living room, focusing by using her microhearing but the answer is still the same.

So she looked at her candlelight. She tried using her heat vision but none happened. She was starting to panic. Her powers were gone.

She tried using her super speed by running back to her bedroom to her living room back again. It was gone.

She is normal.

She tried pinching herself, thinking this is a dream. She began blinking hard saying to herself to wake up.

"You look adorable. Do you know that?"

She was startled at the voice behind her. She turned her back and saw Mon-el standing beside by the window. He wore the same alien peace shirt, jeans, and black hoodie. His smile makes him look handsome but by the window, moonlight grazing his body, made him mysterious yet beautiful for Kara.

She was momentarily taken by him but it went away once she remembers what he did.

"How did you escaped?! And what are you doing here?" She asks him, ready to fight him any moment.

He walks forward, passed by him and went into the kitchen.

"For your information, I am still inside that awful cell. And I am here because" he speaks as he heads into Kara's dining table, "I want to have dinner with you"

Kara is confused. How could he be here and be at the cell at the same time. 'Am I dreaming? And why did the ring did not protect her?' she thoughts.

"Yes, you are dreaming and the ring did not activated because it sensed that I won't hurt you with my magic." he answers as if he hears her thoughts.

Mon-el conjured the long dinner table to become a square table covered with red sheet. Out of thin air, blue and white flowers grew at the center of the table like a center piece. He deemed the lights and candles started to pop up in mid air, giving them a romantic yet magical setting.

A perfect dinner date.

Kara was suprised at what happened. The flying candles in the air reminded her of Hogwarts. If he was not a sociopath and a daxamite, she would instantly like him.

But he wasn't.

Kara gasped as she looked at what she was wearing. She's wearing a red dress which flows and hugs her curves in the most perfect way.

"Kara" he calls her, dressed in a black tuxedo, "It won't hurt you if you just let me have dinner with you. And besides... this is just a dream".

And she did something that she knows she will regret... she nodded and walked towards the dinner table.

Mon-El stood up and offered her a seat infront of him like what men do in dates in the Television. He wanted to do that and this was a perfect way for him to do that. She sat and casually gives him a thank you. He sat infront of her and just looked at everything.

He could see everything that was conjured from this dream. It was her. This is what she wants and seeing her like this was just... perfect.

That was the thing that he thinks describes her the most...

Perfection.

To him, she looked the most gorgeous person she met. She was more beautiful than any girls in Daxamite. The light from the candles making her eyes look like comets.

Kara noticed him staring at her. The way he looks at her, face filled with awe and... admiration? She was guessing and it made her feel something inside her stomach that she couldn't distinguish.

"What are you thinking?" She finally asks him.

He smiles and asks, "Nothing. Can I interest you with some food or drink?".

Kara looked at him weirdly and says "We are in a dream. Why should I eat if everything is not real?".

His laugh just clouded the room. Kara would have liked that laugh, it made her feel warm but he is still a sociopath. She should not let her get into him.

"Well..." he stops laughing, "very funny but... this is a magical dream. You kryptonians really hate magic huh?"

He was just joking but it seems that it hit her as an insult.

Mon-el could see a wrinkle in her forehead as she frowns and says "For your information, we kryptonians believe in science and doesn't rely to dark magic like you, Daxamites are doing?"

He only could raise his palms in defeat and says, "Okay! Okay! We might have started the wrong way"

She coffs but he could see she was trying way too hard to remain calm.

"I know that Daxamites and Kryptonians have been enemies for a very long time. But that's over now. And I know that I might have introduced myself the creepiest and sociopathic way but I'm trying my best here to get to know you" he lied, this was not the best method of getting to know someone, for him it is to touch their forehead and suck their memories and return it back. It's easy as a magic user but well... he was born as a charmer.

Kara saw that he was sincere.

"You did save me before" she says.

She closed her eyes for a moment and just decided that she will try this. She will befriend the sociopathic daxamite. She opened it back and gasped as she saw her favorite meals in the table.

A big plate of chicken alfredo pasta and some bacon and chicken wings on the side. A chocolate sundae was beside the plate and a glass of wine ready for her to drink.

On his side was the same, he looked suprised but she knows he is going to like them as much as him.

"Wow" she says.

Mon-el could only nod and says "Yeah. Wow"

"How did you know?" She smiles not at him but for the food.

He shrugs and says "I just thought of what you might like as your perfect dinner. And I conjured it here"

She could noy help but laugh as she try the pasta. It was heaven for her. The perfect amount of cheese and cream was to die for. She uses her napkin to wipe off some white sauce on her lips and smiles.

Mon-El could not help at those cherry red lips. He wants her. And someday, he will have her.

"Okay. I will try so here it goes" she says, "My name is Kara Danvers but my kryptonian name is Kara Zor-El. Just like you, I am a refugee in this planet. I am an assitant during the day and when trouble comes, I am supergirl. Nice to meet you"

He smiles and says, "I am Mon-El. I was the crowned prince of Daxam. I used Mike Matthews to disguise myself. As of now, I am held captive in a cell by you, sleeping. Nice to meet you too"

He was suprised when she offered her a handshake. His palm met hers and he felt a small dosage of electricity inside him as his rough hands touched her soft skin.

They shoke hands for a second. Kara was about to take her hand back but Mon-el was not pulling back. He was just staring at their conjoined hands.

She felt hot for the first time and says, "Mon-El... Can I take my hand back?"

His face made a big letter O as he let go of her hand. He noticed her getting red.

"Are you okay? You're face is getting red" he asks her.

"I'm fine! I'm fine" Kara was embarrased. He noticed her blushing, "It's just the light. Let's just eat first."

After that...

They ate in silence. Neither one wanted to talk about the spark they just felt.

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