"Why did I choose to do this to myself? Of all the jobs, of course I choose the one where I have to wear a damn tie to work."

"You look great Percy, now quit fidgeting and let me help you."

"I hate this."

"You're being a baby."

"And you're being a bully."

"Oh? Whatcha gonna do about it?"

Percy grumbled crossly to himself, but ceased his fidgeting and allowed Kara the opportunity to continue fixing his mess of a tie.

It was his first day of being a teaching assistant and he was far more nervous than he felt that he should've been. He would take a fire-breathing, flesh-tearing, blood-sucking monster any day of the week over this. He knew monsters, he could kill them, but kids? That was a different matter altogether. He wasn't a teacher. He was barely a functioning adult! Who had the bright idea to let him of all people be in charge of the future of America's youth?

He felt Kara reach out and grab his chin, forcing him to look down and meet her eyes.

"Quit doing that," said Kara sternly.

"Doing what?"

"Doubting yourself," she added. "Stop that, you know better."

"Anyone else getting a weird sense of deja vu from this conversation?" Chuckled Percy, and Kara laughed, leaning up on her toes to kiss him gently,

"Then you should know better," she repeated, "You're great with kids, Percy. More importantly, you give a damn. You care. You'll learn everything you need to know about actually doing the job later, but that? Caring about your students? That's not something that can be taught."

Percy smiled, "Have I told you that I love you today?"

"Yes," said Kara smugly, "But you can always say it again,"

"Love you, babe," said Percy, leaving down and giving her a brief kiss,

"Love you too, now," she smacked him on the ass, "You're going to be late if you don't hurry up. Now go!"

"All right, all right," laughed Percy, as he scrambled out of apartment and into the brisk winter morning. His education program worked with a number of the high schools in the greater metro area, and Percy had been assigned to one of the more…troublesome schools in the middle of downtown.

It wasn't that the kids were necessarily difficult kids, there weren't many real issues in a city with two Kryptonians flying around, but the school did have the highest number of students with learning disabilities than others in the area. That had been why Percy had been assigned to the school. Given Percy's own learning disabilities, his program felt that he had a much greater chance of being able to connect with and learn from the students than some of his peers.

Which was a bit absurd the longer Percy thought about it. But then again, no one has ever accused a university's academic program of thinking logically.

His day went about as well as it could have, given the circumstances. It had been stressful to be sure, but the more the day had gone on, the more certain that Percy became that he was doing exactly what he had been meaning to do.

It was reassuring, when Percy had first come here, he hadn't known what to do with himself. He'd only agreed to even attend college because Diana had pressed him to do it. Hell, he'd only started going into education because he literally couldn't think of anything else he would have enjoyed doing.

But after having spent a day working with students, seeing what teachers did on a daily basis, structuring lessons plans and actually conducting lessons.

He'd enjoyed it.

He'd enjoyed it an awful lot more than he thought he would have as well. It brought a peace of mind to him. It was nice to finally feel as though he had a solid direction go in his life.

Kara wasn't home when he got back to the townhouse, which wasn't a surprise. She had called him during lunch to let him know that she was being dragged onto some talkshow tonight. Apparently the League was trying their hand at doing more public appearances, something about showing people that they were far more relatable than they really were.

So, knowing that he was going to be spending most of the night on his own, Percy flung his shoes aside into the corner, and without bother to undress more than undoing his tie and rolling up his sleeves, collapsed onto the couch in the living room. Tucking into a steaming bowl of mac and cheese, Percy turned the television on just in time to catch the middle of the interview with Kara.

"…Doesn't really hurt, so much as it's just annoying you know? Like I'm bullet-proof, but my suit isn't! You know how annoying it is to have to stitch bullet holes back together?"

The host, some nondescript white guy in his mid thirties whose name Percy had long since forgotten, or had never known, let out less of a laugh, and more of a shriek.

"Not that funny jackass," grumbled Percy as he devoured another spoonful of macaroni.

"So-so, we, uh, we like to play a little game with our guests here," said the host, a nervously excitable smile on his giddy face, "We troll around on the internet and find some of our favorite tweets about our guest, and we like to have our guest read them, just-just to see what you think. Does that sound fun, does that sound okay to you?"

"Sure, that sounds…fine," said Kara, and Percy snorted,

"Oh this is gonna end poorly," he muttered to himself, as he simultaneously hit the button on the remote to record the program.

A staff member scrambled onto the stage, and handed a stack of cards to Kara, she took the first one, and for the briefest moment, her expression morphed into one annoyed disgust, before she recovered smoothly.

"Alright," said Kara, "This one is from… Oriels2131,'Like we need another superpower rage monster attacking Metropolis once a month. We already have Doomsday for that.' A period joke, cute. Would like to see you bleed out of the tip of your penis once a month while your insides feel like they're getting punched and see how you enjoy it,"

"Oh-hoh! Supergirl is getting spicy ladies and gentleman," said the host,

"Oh shut the fuck up already," said Percy, rolling his eyes,

"All right," said Kara, crushing the card casually in one hand and dropping it to the ground, "This one comes from 'MethWishes?' the hell kind of name is that? Whatever, they say…'America's Sweetheart? More like America's stripper! #Supergirl #Gottem.' Scathing, kid, must only be the four hundredth time I've heard that one,"

"Uh-oh," chuckled Percy, as he watched the way Kara's eyes flashed a deep crimson for a moment, "Old buddy up there has no idea what he's unleashed,"

"Well let's see what 'IDKHowToWritePlzHelp' has to say." Sighed Kara, "Superman's got a dog now? I thought there was already a Superbitch.' #Krypto #Supergirl."

"Fucking turbo-virgin alert," grunted Percy disdainfully,

"Okay, I think I'm done," said Kara, dropping the last one onto the ground before using her heat-vision to incinerate the entire stack. The host yelped in surprise and toppled off of his chair in shock.

Percy cackled and nearly dropped his bowl of mac and cheese.

"You get off on this or something?" Asked Kara, "Watching people get condescended by people on the internet?"

"It's just a little joke," said the host, nervously fidgeting with the knot of his tie, "Just a funny little game, you know?"

"Funny? Game?"

"And here we go," smirked Percy in delight,

"You think this is okay? All you're doing is encouraging people to be rude assholes to each other on the internet. The damn place is toxic enough already without you encouraging people to bully and berate people because you think it's funny!"

The host stammered out a response, but Kara wasn't having any of it,

"It's already hard enough being a woman doing this job. I deal with enough misogynistic assholes already, and now you're all but telling people that this is acceptable behavior? This is pathetic,"

Kara ripped off the mic and disappeared from the studio in a blur of red and blue. A moment later, the window in the upstairs apartment opened, a waft of cold air drifted down into the living room. A moment later, the draft stopped and Kara was curled up on the couch next to him, swathed in his overly large New York Rangers hoodie.

Wrapping an arm around her, he handed the bowl over to her,

"Asshole," she grumbled, as she shoved a spoonful of their dinner into her mouth,

"You're already trending though," said Percy, laughing as he scrolled through the messages.

Kara let out a groan, "How bad is it?"

"Pretty good, actually. Getting a lot of support from folks who are saying it. Like here, this Double0sxvxn guy, he says "Got a little sister who just ADORES Supergirl, and she makes me so happy that my sister has such a great Role Model! #Supergirl,"

"Awe," crooned Kara happily. "That's actually really swee-what?"

She had seen Percy grimace, "Nothing-" He tried to say but Kara was faster and snatched the phone out of his hands.

"Let's see, 'Supergirl could literally crush me with her thighs and I wouldn't care, #SuperThighsSaveLives,' ugh. LilDrummerBoi, I don't know who you are, but if we ever meet, I'm throwing you into space."

"I'll help," yawned Percy, tugging her a little closer.

They never made it up to the bedroom, falling asleep wrapped around one another on the couch.

AN: Publishing early as birthday present for MethWishes, and because I won't be near my lapton for Thanksgiving. Big shoutout to the guys who provided me with the mean tweets for this chapter. Most of them are authors on here with awesome stories so go give them a look! As always shoutout to Double0Sxvxn for being an awesome Beta and dealing with my bullshit and as always if you enjoyed this but haven't checked out my other work, give them a try you never know you might find something else you like. I'm also on discord now, where I and a bunch of other writers hang out, chat and brainstorm ideas, you just have to copy the link that's in my profile bio if you want to come and hang out with us. Stay safe, stay healthy and have an awesome week.

All My Love and see you next week,

LilDB