Elseworld's Finest Females: Supergirl and Batgirl

Four

Martha Wayne studied the young blond haired woman as they talked in the living room, the older lady trying her best to make the young woman relax a bit. She could easily imagine how the girl must feel, having had her own parents walk in on her and Thomas once, when they were younger. In fact Martha was pleasantly surprised at how well the young lady was recovering too.

When Martha had first heard her adopted daughter was seeing a blond haired reporter, she had been a little concerned for her welfare. To be honest she was worried that her playboy son's interests were rubbing off on the more studious redhead. However on meeting the girl, she thought her concerns were somewhat overrated.

"So," Martha smiled as Alfred poured them all cups of tea from the fancy set for guests, "how long have you two been dating?"

"Ah...," Barbara blushed, and Martha fought back a chuckle.

"We're known each other for awhile," Kara stepped in smoothly, "but we only started to seriously date around Christmas."

Thomas laughed suddenly, the older man giving Alfred a sly look. "Is it true you made Alfred join you for dinner?" he asked.

Barbara laughed, "It was Kara's idea. We pretty much told him we'd keep following him until he ate dinner with us."

"Indeed," Alfred looked sheepish.

"I'm glad they did," Martha smiled up at him as she told him warmly, "you are practically one of the family, Alfred."

"Cookies?" Alfred offered, trying to change the subject.

"Please," Barbara smiled, taking a biscuit and nibbling on it politely.

"So," Thomas looked at Kara thoughtfully and sounded just a bit dubious as he asked, "you're a newspaper reporter?"

"Not a gossip columnist, tho," Kara smiled back at him good naturedly, "I actually met Barbara before I took the job." She drank a bit more of her tea, "I'm actually on the crime beat in Gotham, as well as some investigative reporting."

"Is that dangerous?" Martha asked, frowning slightly.

"I take reasonable precautions," Kara promised, smiling.

"Look out for that Vicki Vale," Thomas cautioned with a slight frown, "she's not terribly happy over our Bruce ignoring her."

"He's not into sharing," Barbara shrugged casually, "of which I can't blame him." She drank her tea and washed down the chocolate cookie, "Watch your back around her."

"I will," Kara smiled at her lover gently.

"Do you enjoy your job?" Martha asked, deciding to get the subject back on Kara. She wanted to get a better sense of the girl dating her daughter, and while she seemed pleasant, Martha still didn't have a good feel for her.

"Yes, very much," Kara smiled as she put her cup down, "each story lets me learn something new about Gotham and it's people." She smiled wryly, "Some of it's not nice, but not everything."

."Oh?" Thomas asked.

A sly smile teased her lips as Kara asked them, "Did you know Batgirl is a lot less nasty than she wants people to think?"

"Really?" Martha asked, smiling.

"A police officer told me the story," Kara smiled, "he was checking into some squatters and found several kids. They bolted, and Batgirl swooped down." She sipped some tea, "The officer thought she'd hurt them, but instead she talked the boy down."

"Then what happened?" Thomas asked.

"She contacted one of the charities your son Bruce founded," Kara told them, "had the kids safe in a shelter later that night. I checked up on the kids, they're in school, have a adopted family and are as happy as clams."

"It's nice to hear about a happy ending in Gotham," Martha admitted. She drank her own tea, "Though under Oracle I think it happens more often."

"I'm sure they try," Barbara agreed.

"Any family?" Thomas asked curiously.

"I'm a orphan," Kara said frankly, "my family passed away when I was younger. But I had a good adopted mother, and I think she raised me well."

"I think so, too," Barbara smiled warmly at Kara.

Talking to the two of them for the next hour or so, Martha decided she liked Kara. The girl seemed remarkably straight forward, yet also willing to tease and having a good sense of humor. She also was quite modest, not talking about the stories she'd filed or the successes she'd had in the Gotham papers. Martha also got the sense they were hiding something from her, but she didn't mind. She knew she could worm it out of her daughter later.

Martha yawned, then blushed as she said, "Sorry,"

Thomas smiled as he got up, stretching. "I think I and Martha need to pack it in," he admitted. He smiled at Kara, "It's been nice to meet you."

"You too," Kara agreed.

Martha smiled at her warmly as she said, "I hope we'll get to see more of you."

"I'd like that," Kara smiled.

Thomas waited until they were in the hallway, heading up to the master bedroom as he asked, "Do you think she knows about our daughter's... hobby?"

"Oh, I think so," Martha answered her husband with a smile. "You didn't notice how she looks like a very popular blond haired heroine?"

Thomas' eyes widened slightly, "Supergirl?"

"Indeed," Martha agreed as they walked into their bedroom together.

Back in the living room both Kara and Barbara puffed out sighs of relief, though for different reasons. "Do you think I made a good impression?" Kara asked nervously.

"You were fine," Barbara reassured her, chuckling softly. "I think my mom was impressed with you," she told her.

"Really?" Kara asked.

"She can be pretty merciless," Barbara told her, "she's a wonderful woman, but watch out if you get on her bad side." She shook her head ruefully, "When she decided Bruce's last date didn't measure up, she froze the girl out completely."

"That seems... kind of cruel," Kara blinked.

"She was Pam Isley, the infamous blackmailer known as Poison Ivy. I only found out about her after Bruce dumped her," Barbara told her.

"Wow," Kara said ruefully.

"Mom's always had a gift for seeing bad apples," Barbara admitted with a smile. "She's sharper than I am, at times."

Kara hesitated, "Does she know about...?"

"Oracle and Batgirl?" Barbara asked. She smiled fondly, "She figured it out in the first year, and we had a chat about what I was doing and why." Barbara shook her head, "It's a very disquieting experience being psychoanalyzed by your mother."

"Diana does that to me occasionally," Kara admitted, "but I see what you mean. And what about your father?"

"Oh, she told him later," Barbara told her cheerfully. "He was... somewhat more surprised."

"I can imagine," Kara agreed.

Barbara sat back with a sigh, then looked at Kara before leaning forward and kissing her gently. Kara leaned forward, sighing softly as they pressed together gently. Their mouths opened, tongues twining then Kara pulled back.

"What?" Barbara blinked, eyes cloudy with desire.

"I'm sorry," Kara was blushing, "but your parents are here."

Barbara opened her mouth, then closed it, "Huh?"

Kara looked deeply embarrassed, "I'm sorry, it just feels wrong to fool around with your parents in the same building."

"You're GOT to be kidding me," Barbara muttered. Still, she had to admit the old fashioned attitude was kind of cute, if frustrating. As she sat back she sighed, "All right."

Kara squeezed her hand, "I'm really sorry."

"It's all right," Barbara hugged her. She was tempted to suggest they go out to a hotel or something, but it was getting pretty late. "Do you want to stay over tonight?" she offered. "I can have Alfred set up the guest room."

"I'd like that," Kara smiled. She could have flown back into town, but she didn't want to push her luck keeping her identity a secret...

"Any chance I could sneak in?" Barbara teased.

"Letch," Kara laughed as they got up and went looking for Alfred.

"Every chance I get," Barbara laughed.

To be continued...