Kara Danvers was definitely getting used to having Cat Grant back in town permanently. Things between them were so radically different than she could've imagined back when she first revealed herself to the world as Supergirl. No longer Cat's direct subordinate, Kara had grown accustomed to calling her mentor by her given name, and the two shared a much easier bond now that Cat was among the small circle of people with whom Kara had intentionally shared her secret identity. While it had been less than a year since Cat promoted Kara and made her mysterious exit from CatCo, Kara felt like she had left the bashful but enthusiastic young assistant behind completely. Now she was a reporter with a few worthwhile stories under her belt, and she was publicly dating the infamous Lena Luthor. More quietly, she was also in a relationship with Lena's best friend, Samantha Arias, who had her own mysterious Kryptonian past.
It was the latter woman on Kara's mind when she touched down on Cat's balcony in full Supergirl regalia. Much had changed for all of them in the past month, and now was the time for new beginnings. A rebranding of sorts. And no one was better at branding than the Queen of All Media. Even so, as the diminuative CEO and journalist strutted out to meet her favourite superhero, Kara was more than a little nervous about what she was about to reveal to her mentor.
“You know Kara, now that we’re not pretending you aren’t obviously Supergirl, it’s really okay if you just come talk to me in your normal terrible office attire. You don’t have to get all suited up just to swoop down onto my balcony. You do have an office two floors down, you could just take the stairs.” Kara narrowed her eyes. Cat raised an eyebrow, then added, “Not that you don’t make the whole ‘cape, skirt, and tights’ thing look just bafflingly sexy.”
Now it was Kara’s turn to raise an eyebrow. “Flirting will get you nowhere with me, Cat. I’m spoken for, as you well know.” Though … it’s not like I haven’t fantasized… “And it helps me to keep boundaries in place, which include wearing the suit when I’m on official Supergirl business.”
“Oh, Supergirl business. Well, if you’re here to ask me to play Livewire bait again, I’m going to have to respectfully decline.”
Kara smiled brightly, but she couldn’t resist teasing Cat a little. “Hah hah. Has anyone ever told you that you’re just so funny?”
“Careful, Kara. Just because we’re friends now doesn’t mean that you’re allowed to give me sass.” She fixed Kara with that no nonsense look that still had the ability to make her stand up a little straighter and avert her gaze. Their relationship had grow tremendously since Cat came back to town, but there were certain aspects of their old mentor-mentee relationship that would probably never go away. Cat shot her a satisfied smirk, apparently pleased with herself that she ‘still had it.’ “Now, what is this Supergirl business you insisted on flying to my balcony about?”
Kara felt her chest grow tighter. She and Sam had discussed this at length, and they were on the same page, but she still felt crazy nervous about the prospect of this interview. It had been over a month since Lena freed Sam of Reign, and Sam was sure about what she wanted next. And Kara fully supported her. Still, she did her best not to let her nerves show—she was very well aware of how observant Cat could be, especially with someone she knew as well as she knew Kara. “I want to discuss a potential interview with the illustrious Cat Grant, actually.”
“What did you have in mind, exactly? I’m not sure what you have to gain from any additional interviews at this point, unless you’re ready to tell the world Supergirl and Kara Danvers are one and the same. That’s an interview I would definitely be interested in, Kara, but I’m not sure it’s the best idea.”
“Yeah, no, the interview wouldn’t be with me.” The fact that Cat even thought Kara would consider coming out publicly as Supergirl was a bit startling, and not something she had ever considered. She’d have to discuss it with Cat later, but she had a more pressing interview topic in mind right now. “Look, first of all, nothing is on the record right now. I want to float an idea with you, but discretion is non-negotiable. This could be huge for CatCo and for the city, but nothing is happening unless I’m sure about the direction of the story.”
Cat leaned back in her seat, surveying Kara carefully. Already, Kara could tell that Cat’s curiosity was piqued. She refused to back down from Cat’s searching gaze. After what felt like the longest thirty seconds of Kara’s life, Cat leaned forward again and reached her hand across to rest on hers. “Supergirl, I hope that by now you know you can trust me.” She searched Kara’s eyes for confirmation, and Kara responded with a small but confident nod. “Good. You have my word, that whatever you and I discuss about this mystery interviewee will remain in confidence unless and until you tell me you want something on the record. So, stop beating around the bush—I can tell this is something juicy. Who is it?”
Moment of truth. Kara exhaled softly, trying to relax all her nerves. “The only name you would know her by is Reign, but that isn’t who she is.” The shock on Cat’s face was immediate, before her steely reporter’s instincts took over. “You have questions already—shoot.”
“You never told me what happened to her, only that she wasn’t a problem anymore. If you’ll remember, I was quite frustrated with you about it, because ‘Supergirl assures city that Reign is no longer a problem’ is a shitty headline and an even shittier story.”
“Yeah sorry, but I’m hoping you’ll forgive me for being vague once you have the full story.”
“So, what is the full story then? Reign is alive, but what—she’s not a murdering sociopath anymore?”
“The short answer? Yes.” Kara frowned, because she hated the idea of anyone thinking of Sam as Reign. “But that’s not even close to the true story. I guess I should start by explaining more about what Reign was.”
“Your use of was intrigues me, Supergirl. Go on.”
“Cat Grant, so impatient.” Cat rolled her eyes. “So, I already explained to you that Reign was a Worldkiller, a genetically engineered super-Kryptonian created by some religious fanatics just before Krypton was destroyed. What I have since learned is that she was also sort of like a parasite split personality taking over a seemingly human host.”
Whatever Cat was expecting from this conversation, it wasn’t this. “A … parasite?”
“Sort of. It’s complicated. The pod that brought Reign to this planet was equipped with some sort of program that analyzed our society and masked Reign, on a biological and genetic level, as a human baby. We can’t actually figure out whether the program intended to do this or not—but in doing so, it created a whole separate person, distinct from whatever Reign was supposed to be. Up until a few months ago, this person was just a normal human woman.”
“So, why now? Why did the Reign personality stay buried for so long?” Cat paused, placing her index finger on her chin as she thought about something. “Even with all the black and the makeup and the mask … that woman didn’t look any younger than 25, if that. So, what took so long?”
“Another unsolved mystery. We all have theories, but nothing that we can say for sure. But whatever awakened the beast, it was a gradual process. We didn’t figure all this out about Reign until weeks after my fight with her. We captured her, briefly, and were able to obtain her pod. But that’s just backstory, it’s not the point. Ultimately, Lena was able to come up with a solution that rid this woman of the Reign personality. She isn’t Reign anymore. Reign is gone, hence the past tense.”
“And now you want me to interview this not-Reign person? What is the story here, Kara? What haven’t you told me?” Always insightful, Ms. Grant. And straight to the point.
“Well … it’s a redemption story, actually.” She could see Cat’s face light up, and she could only imagine what wheels were turning in that head of hers. “This woman—who is an incredible, resilient, kind, beautiful person who didn’t deserve any of this—but … she feels guilty. And now that she has all these powers … she wants to help. She wants to try to make amends for these horrific things that this monster did while in possession of her body. And I think the best way to start that is with an interview with Cat Grant. Sort of like my first interview with you.”
There was a look in Cat’s eyes that Kara couldn’t figure out. Something like suspicion… but not in any sort of unnerving or uncomfortable way. She could see the wheels turning, but she had no idea what about. She had the feeling it wasn’t necessarily about this story. Suddenly, Kara worried that she had given too much away. But no, surely not. She hadn’t even mentioned Sam by name yet. She hadn’t said anything that might hint at their relationship. At least … she didn’t think she had.
Cat stood and began to stroll leisurely around the balcony. Kara knew that meant Cat was confident she had a worthwhile story on her hands. She waited patiently for the impending onslaught of follow up questions. She didn’t have to wait long.
“So this ‘incredible, resilient, kind, … beautiful’ not-Reign person is no longer just a normal human?” Kara didn’t much care for the quote or the emphasis on the world beautiful, but she knew if she protested right then, Cat would only get more suspicious.
“I guess she was never a totally normal human. I mean … she didn’t have powers or anything until recently, but she was still born on another planet. But yes, to answer your question, she has all the powers Reign had, just with none of the murdery impulses.”
“Okay well, first of all, what are we going to call her? Reign is a tainted brand—she’ll never escape it. Even with Supergirl vouching for her. She needs a full rebrand. New name, new suit … do you think she would consider a different hair colour? Maybe a vibrant red?”
Kara was momentarily distracted by the very sexy thought of Sam as a redhead, and she had to clear her head before responding in any kind of a normal way. “Uhh, well that’s actually a big part of why I wanted to talk to you beforehand. We’ve got the new suit covered already, but we’re having trouble coming up with the name. And you can ask her yourself about the hair, but I can already imagine what her answer will be.”
Cat turned, eyebrows raised. “Is she going to be joining us?” Kara winced, not having meant to give that part away yet. “Ooo she is. That’s excellent. Well, what are you waiting for?”
Kara sighed. She felt beyond silly about this, but she needed to get on the same page with Cat if they had any shot at convincing Sam. “It’s the name. You and I need to decide what the name should be, because I’m going to need your help to convince her.”
“I suppose I am the superhero whisperer. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to top Supergirl, though.” Kara struggled—and ultimately failed—to keep a straight face. Cat noticed and immediately realized what she had said. “Getting your hopes up there, Supergirl? I thought you were ‘spoken for.’”
Kara blushed wildly, but immediately crinkled her brow scoldingly at Cat. “I am, thank you very much. And … ugh … Cat! It was funny, okay?! Doesn’t mean I was fishing for anything.”
Mmhmm. Of course not. Who knew, innocent little Kara Danvers isn’t so innocent after all?”
The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. “Oh please, you know Lena, surely you had to have guessed that by now. I am—” she didn’t know how to say what she meant in a way that sounded … right, “—a … mature … adult … queer woman. I’m not exactly sure how I could have avoided interpreting it that way!”
“Yes well … I’ll give you that, dear. Still, the statement remains true … however you want to interpret it.”
“Oh gosh, really Cat?” Kara hadn’t felt this flustered around the older woman since she had started calling her by her first name.
“Hey, you’re the one who has made it very clear that I have no shot with Supergirl, no matter how excellent I am at flirting.” She winked at Kara, and her face heated up yet again. “Now, if you’re done obsessing over my possibly intentional choice of words, let’s get back to the subject of the as of yet unnamed superhero formerly known as Reign.”
“What do you think about ‘Power Girl?’” Kara kept her voice steady and monotonous. The idea was Winn’s, and no one had been able to come up with anything better, even though Sam was adamantly against it. She genuinely wanted to know what Cat would think, without giving away her own feelings on the subject.
Cat faced away, looking out over the city. Her lack of immediate reaction made Kara nervous, but she sat there calmly waiting for Cat, trying not to nervously chew on her lip. Cat’s voice was almost sultry in how soft and playful it was. “Well, obviously ‘Superwoman’ is off the table. I mean … you’re both grown adults. No more than five years’ age difference, I would think—”
“Three,” Kara mumbled under her breath, but Cat didn’t move a bit.
“And we definitely don’t want to invite some sort of weird Madonna and whore dichotomy. Plus … yes, I think we want to keep the ‘Super’ name strictly in the family.” Cat turned all the way around, placing her hands out wide against the railing and leaning back ever so slightly. “’Power Girl could work, though. It sounds a little too much like an idea Wesley the IT hobbit would have suggested, but it does have a nice symmetry with Supergirl, assuming that you’re going to be working in tandem?”
“That’s the plan, yes.” Kara stood and walked slowly to go lean against the railing beside Cat.
“I suppose we could go with something really out there, something new. Such a tired pattern with superhero names—Supergirl, Wonder Woman, the Batman—at least your friend Mr. Allen had a unique moniker, as much as the Blur would’ve been vastly superior. Now let’s see …” she paused dramatically, “Huntress is already taken. I don’t suppose Krypton was in the Andromeda galaxy, because that would be a great name.” She looked sideways at Kara expectantly.
“Well … I mean, it was, but I’m not sure she really feels any connection to our homeworld. She’s like Kal; she left as an infant. She had no memory of our culture or our history. I mean, she didn’t even realize she was anything other than human until this year.”
“Okay, well, we should at least run it by her—it doesn’t have the same sort of symmetry that Power Girl might, but Andromeda is an excellent and unique choice. Especially if she’s keeping the black on black colour scheme, which … well, that’s actually a really bad idea. She needs to lighten it up if she wants to become a symbol of hope rather than fear.” She shrugged. “Well those are the best two options I’ve got.” She propped herself enough to face towards Kara. “Is that all we needed to work out? Do I get to meet your girl now?”
My girl. Kara managed to keep herself from visibly sighing out of happiness. She straightened and nodded, reaching down and pulling her phone out of the hidden pocket in her boot. Cat wondered aloud, “What am I even supposed to call this woman, given that she hasn’t chosen a name yet?”
“S—shit. I don’t know, Cat. Let’s maybe tackle the name issue first, so that you have something to call her.” Kara couldn’t believe she almost let Sam’s name slip. She wasn’t used to keeping her guard up around Cat anymore. Cat’s sly grin told her that Cat knew it, too. Kara shot Sam a quick text, giving her the go ahead to meet them on the balcony. “She’ll be here any minute.”
Sam was looking over her new superhero outfit for the millionth time when she got the text from Kara. She was in Kara’s loft, pacing back and forth in front of the full length mirror. She loved her new look, mostly. She had worked closely with Kara and Winn on the design, which was equal parts Reign and Super, with a little bit of a unique flair to separate her from Kara or her cousin.
She stuck with the black but added a lot of white and brightened the red accents to match the shade in Kara’s costume. The suit was a full body skintight flight suit, more like Superman’s suit than Supergirl’s. She kept the boots and gauntlets from the Reign outfit, but Winn was able to dye them red. There was a white metallic belt modeled after the leather enclosure from the Reign outfit, but lower on her waist like Kara’s v-shaped belt. The biggest changes were the top of the outfit. Kara had insisted that if she was truly dedicated to changing her public image and using her powers for good, she needed to be a living symbol of hope. For better or worse, the sigil of the House of El had become that on Earth, and even though they had argued about it for hours—days—Sam had eventually, very reluctantly, agreed. She still felt like she didn’t deserve it. She felt wrong putting herself on the same level as Supergirl.
The sigil was a little larger and higher on her chest than Kara’s, and it formed all one piece with her cape, the outer bottom triangle of the pentagon rising up past the sigil to form the outer edges of the cape going up and over her shoulders. The cape, outside of the sigil, and ‘S’ were white, while the inside of sigil and the inner lining of the cape were red. The cape and sigil connected seamlessly into a white cowl that completely covered her collarbones and neck before rising up to enclose most of the back of her head, her ears, and her face from the nose up. The cowl ended at her hairline, allowing her hair to flow freely. It was important that Sam protect her identity, and it was far too late in life for Samantha Arias to even attempt the whole ponytail and glasses disguise. And the Reign mask felt wrong. It has a sort of alien beauty to it, but it was inseparable from the fear and violence left in Reign’s wake. The cowl was Winn’s idea, and it was a great one. It would protect her identity perfectly. Winn had also seen fit to add in two-inch-wide red accent lines coming down from the sigil, curving slightly past her belt to follow the shape of her hips, and then cutting of in a diagonal edge just above the knee. Sam had to admit, they really added an extra pop that the suit needed.
Once she had decided on this path, everything had become easier. The guilt and remorse—the darkness, as she’d taken to calling it—had been easier to ignore by focusing on the outfit, brainstorming name and ideas, and training with Kara. But they were still there. She wondered if they would always be there. It was hard for her, because she had no one to talk to about it. Kara was so encouraging and supportive, but she wouldn’t allow Sam to take any responsibility for Reign’s actions. Wouldn’t even talk about it. But Sam needed to talk about it. She still had only a few flashes of memories from when Reign was in control, but they were enough to fill her with overwhelming guilt, disgust, and self-loathing. Ignoring it didn’t make her feel any less responsible. Didn’t cleanse her hands of the blood she felt all over them late at night.
And Lena … well, she was fortunate enough that Kara’s text came just in time to spare her from having to think about Lena.
[10:15 a.m.] Hey babe, Cat and Supergirl are ready for you. Let’s see how fast you can fly from the loft to CatCo ;)
Instead of responding, Sam grinned and darted out the open window at full speed, accidentally blowing the furniture out of place with the wind created by her sudden departure. Oops! She was still getting the hang of flying, but the cape really helped. At first she had thought a half cape over only one shoulder would have been a more distinctive look for her, but Kara had insisted that the full cape was more aerodynamically sound. Plus it could be used for protection from bullets and flame, so the more material the better. Now, she could see what Kara had meant. She made it from Kara and Lena’s loft to CatCo in under a minute, which she thought was pretty damn good. Even though she was pretty sure Kara probably could’ve done it in half that time without even trying.
Sam paused briefly above the building. It never failed. Kara just looked so gorgeous as Supergirl. It was especially the case now that Sam’s vision was so vastly improved. The sun in in her hair was captivating. She could already tell that Kara had noticed her presence, and wow was that sexy. Caught up in the moment, she whispered, “You look so sexy right now. I wish I could fly you away right now and rip that suit off your body,” knowing that Kara, and only Kara, could hear her. Seeing Kara blush immediately, she felt her face erupt in a wide smile. She loved teasing her girlfriend, especially now that their powers allowed her to do it in inappropriate situations.
Having accomplished her mission, Sam floated down to the CatCo balcony and landed beside Kara. It was her first time meeting Cat Grant, and she tried not to let all the gushing Kara had done prevent her from coming to her own conclusions. If she was going to trust this woman with her story, she needed more than Kara’s assurance that Cat was reliable and respectful.
She nodded warmly at Kara—they had talked previously about playing the part of nothing more than friends, with a slightly professional edge to their relationship—then turned to Cat with her hand outstretched. “Ms. Grant, it is nice to finally meet you.” Cat shook her hand firmly before gesturing that they should all sit.
“Well, this is quite the transformation. My compliments to your seamstress—Supergirl, you weren’t kidding about taking care of the suit.” Cat looked her up and down. “If Reign wasn’t still fresh on all our minds, I would never have guessed you used to be her. Or … were possessed by her—my apologies for the slip in the phrasing there. Supergirl assures me that you are not Reign, and I trust her. Please, call me Cat. And we can figure out what we’re going to call you.”
Sam was a little taken aback by Cat’s casual reference to Reign and immediate apology. She decided to flip it into a joke. She needed to get a firm bearing on Cat Grant before she was willing to open up. “Well, you sure as hell shouldn’t call me Reign, I suppose. And don’t tell me you’re gonna go along with this whole ‘Power Girl’ thing, because there’s no way I’m letting people call me that.”
“Look, I hate to tell you this, Power Girl, but they’re going to call you whatever I tell them to call you. I’m Cat Grant. You know, Supergirl wasn’t exactly thrilled with her moniker when I bestowed it on her either. Not at first anyway. Now she loves it.” Cat smiled knowingly at Kara, and Sam couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the easy familiarity between the two women.
“Yes, well. I’m not Supergirl. And I’m not Power Girl either. Surely the great and mighty Cat Grant can think of something less … derivative.” Sam was actually pretty okay with Power Girl, now that she had had time to process it. It had a certain ring to it and worked well as a mirror of Kara’s superhero name. But she was testing Cat, and honestly, it wouldn’t hurt to hear a few other options.
“I mean, I could. Hell, when you and your friend—” Sam didn’t care at all for the cocky tone with which Cat said ‘friend,’ and she shot a questioning look Kara’s way, only to have her keep her eyes firmly on Cat, “—head home, feel free to ask her about some of my other ideas. But no. No, Power Girl is the right choice. I see that now.” Cat paused, uncrossing her legs then crossing them again in the reverse direction. “Now. I’m sure you both know each other’s secret identities, and I’m fully aware of Supergirl’s identity, but I think we should limit ourselves to official superhero monikers for this little talk, just to be sure that no one slips up and uses S—” Cat made a show of interrupting herself before she finished the syllable, and Sam glared daggers at Kara, who wilted immediately under her gaze. Does she know?! Cat chuckled before saying, “Easy there, Power Girl. No, she didn’t tell me your real name. She was actually doing a remarkable job of hiding your identity and her relationship to you, other than a couple of tiny slip ups that most people might not have caught. I’m quite proud of her, if I’m being completely honest.”
Sam shifted uneasily. She recognized Cat’s insistence on superhero names for what it was—a truly skillful and compassionate overture. An attempt to help protect Sam, since they both knew how likely it was that Kara would slip up at some point if the conversation got too comfortable. Nevertheless, the power dynamics here were off, at least in Sam’s mind. She and Kara were the ones who could fly and break this building in half with one hand—and yet, Cat Grant was the one making them feel uncomfortable. Sam didn’t like it at all. She was accustomed to having the upper hand in a conversation with a new person—especially an attractive woman. She hated to admit it to herself, but she was legitimately intimidated by Cat, if only a little. Still, it didn’t make her any more likely to trust the Queen of All Media.
Cat watched her reaction carefully, then sighed. She slouched a little into her chair and somehow, as if by magic, she suddenly seemed 30 percent less intimidating. Sam knew it had to be a practiced skill from Cat’s reporting days, but that didn’t change the automatic reaction her body had, relaxing just slightly. “Look, I’m sorry for this whole song and dance. I sincerely did not mean to put you ill at ease. Old habits die hard.” She smiled softly at Sam. “As I told Supergirl before you arrived, nothing is on the record until you say it is. I would never do anything to betray her trust, and if she tells me to extend you the same courtesy, I will. And have.”
Sam searched her eyes, unsure if she could trust the sincerity she read in them. She narrowed her own eyes before responding. “I’m having trouble getting a good read on you, Cat. I’m fully aware that K—Supergirl trusts you with her life. And with her reputation, for that matter. But I’m not willing to just take her word for it, even though I trust her fully. I’m in a difficult spot right now, as I’m sure you can imagine, and I need to know for myself that I can trust you before I open myself up to you. On or off the record.”
“You’re a smart woman,” Cat offered immediately. Sam believed the compliment was genuine. “I don’t blame you for being cautious. Supergirl assures me that you’re a victim in all this, but I’m not going to beat around the bush—you’re up against it. No matter how you go about this, it won’t take long for people to put two and two together when you start doing the whole superhero thing. And once that happens, they won’t trust you. Who knows—the military might come after you. The police, if they’re stupid. I assume you have an in with the DEO at this point, so that’s less of a concern. And maybe if Supergirl vouches for you publicly, gets the word out in some way, that will help. But people will still see you as Reign, and you could very well derail Supergirl’s reputation in the process.”
Sam glanced over at Kara, who was glaring at Cat. She knew that Kara was just being protective, but she reached over and placed a hand on Kara’s arm, just for a moment. She appreciated hearing the blunt truth from Cat, even if Kara didn’t like to entertain worst case scenarios. Kara caught her eye for just a second, calming down. As Sam looked back at Cat, she caught the older woman surveying them with noticeable interest. Fuck. Kara had warned her that Cat’s observation skills were superhuman, and Sam could already tell that this brief moment had set off some alarm bells. Shit. Trusting Cat with her superhero rebranding efforts was one thing—letting her in on the fact that Supergirl was in a polyamorous relationship with her new crime fighting partner and Lena Luthor was another thing entirely.
“Unlike my friend, who I’m sure you know is the beaming epitome of optimism, I appreciate your frankness. I’m well aware that I face an uphill battle, even if Supergirl is insistent that I am in no way responsible for the actions of Reign. But I still need you to convince me that you’re the one to tell my story.”
Cat smiled at her. Sam got the impression that she enjoyed the chase of a hard sell. “Now that I can do. The only question is how to convince you I’m on your side. But before I do that, may I offer just one suggestion about your disguise? While your hair is quite beautiful, this whole honeyed brunette look is a little distinctive. Have you ever thought about a wig? You could probably sew it directly into that cowl so that it looks like it’s your natural hair. Given your choice of colour scheme, red might be nice—I imagine you’re trying pretty hard to hide your true identity, for reasons I hope to learn one day. Hair colour and style can be a dead give away.” She tilted her head slightly and pursed her lips. “Just a thought. Up to you.” Sam actually really liked the idea, and she made a mental note to discuss it with Winn later. “Anyway, to the point, since I only know what Supergirl has told me, the best I can do to convince you is to walk you through how I would present the story she told me.”
Sam gestured for her to continue, and Cat stood, pacing as she told her version of the story and gesturing as necessary. “You are a miracle, Power Girl. Despite their best efforts to create an evil goddess, the end result of the genetic experiment of a dying Kryptonian religious cult was a strong, powerful woman dedicated to using her gifts for a better world. You weren’t supposed to be. But despite having literally the entire deck stacked against you, you refused the dark destiny that was foisted upon you, and now, you are determined to be the opposite of what your creators intended. You’re not here to kill the world; you’re here to save it.”
Fuck, she is good. Sam didn’t have to look over to know that there were tears in Kara’s eyes. Sam breathed out in faux exasperation. “You know, I don’t exactly love using clichés, but I guess they’re clichés for a reason. You tell a good story, Ms. Grant, and maybe this time flattery will get you somewhere. But only because I already trust Supergirl’s judgment of you.”
Cat raised an eyebrow, waiting for Sam to clarify further. Sam made a face but gave her the answer she sought. “I consent to an interview with you, on the record. But Supergirl and I want to review the finished product, with absolute veto power on what goes to publication. Can you handle that?” Sam could immediately feel the tension from both Cat and Kara. She didn’t imagine that Cat was accustomed to these sorts of ultimatums, and obviously Kara knew Cat well enough that her unease confirmed Sam’s suspicion about Cat.
Of course, Cat Grant was just full of surprises. “You realize how big an ask that is, right?” Sam hoped that even through the mask, her confident look was all the answer Cat needed. Apparently, it was. “Well then, you’ll understand how big a concession it is for me to say yes. Which I am. On one condition.” Sam exchanged a nervous look with Kara.
“Let me hear your condition.”
“First let me just be sure you understand exactly what you’re asking of me here. I am the best person to tell this story. I do not take notes. I do not let the feelings of my interviewees interfere with my ability to tell the best story that presents itself. But I am willing to make this one time exception, which I have never made for anyone else—not even Supergirl—” Cat looked at Kara with an unusual, but also unusually delightful, expression, “—but only if you let me into your circle of trust. You will have final say on what gets published, but only if I have the whole story.”
“The whole story?” Sam’s eyes narrowed, already sure what Cat was asking, but needing to hear it aloud.
“The whole story, my dear. Your name, personal history, how you know Kara, everything. Again … I wouldn’t dream of publishing anything irrelevant to the story, and obviously, I’m agreeing also to not publish anything you don’t want published, no further questions asked.” Cat looked back and forth between Kara and Sam. “Feel free to discuss amongst yourselves. I can go back into my office, or if it’s easier, I’ll wait here while you two fly off to somewhere more private.”
Sam whispered under her breath, barely making any sound at all, “Meet me on the roof,” then she nodded warmly at Cat. “Give us five minutes or so; we’ll be right back.” Then she was off to the roof. It came as no surprise that Kara beat her there.
Acting purely on impulse, Sam didn’t stop in front of Kara—she just kept flying until her lips collided with Kara’s. Her tongue moving along the inside of Sam’s lower lip sent sparks throughout her body and elicited a soft moan from the back of her throat. Kara giggled, then pulled away, taking a step back. “So, what are you thinking?”
I’m thinking that you’re even hotter now that all my senses are heightened.” Kara rolled her eyes.
“Noooooo, babe. Be serious. And no deflecting! What are you thinking about Cat’s proposal?”
“Yeah, Kara, that’s the thing though. I’m not sure.” She stepped closer, wrapping her hands around Kara’s face. “You really trust her? Not just with my story—but with my identity? With Ruby’s?” Kara’s smile faltered and concern seeped into her features. Clearly, Kara hadn’t been thinking about Ruby, which was okay—she was new to this whole kid thing. She hadn’t been a mother for fourteen years. But then the smile returned, and her bright blue eyes shown with confidence.
“I do, Sam. Cat’s a mom, too. And I know what her reputation is, but trust me, there’s nothing she wouldn’t do to protect her son Carter. I have zero doubt she will understand your concerns about Ruby. As for your identity, I trust Cat with my identity as much as I trust you or Alex or Lena or Winn. I can’t tell you what you should do here—I can only tell you that if I was in your place, I’d take the deal.”
She gave Sam a peck on the lips, then leaned in to whisper near her ear. Sam was pleased to find that the cowl didn’t take any of the sweet sexiness out of Kara’s voice. “I also feel that I should point out that this cowl is really growing on me. At first, I hated it because it covers up your pretty face.” Kara traced a finger along Sam’s cheek. “Your amazing cheekbones.” She booped Sam’s nose affectionately, causing Sam to giggle softly. “Your adorable nose.” She pulled back, catching Sam’s eyes with her own. “But … it is pretty sexy. I started to see it during your back and forth with Cat. I think I can live with it.”
Sam smirked at her. “You do, do you? You sure I shouldn’t invest in a good pair of glasses and some hair clips instead?”
“Har har,” Kara snarked as she shoved Sam playfully. “Now. What are we gonna do?”
“We’re going to put my life in Cat Grant’s hands, and you’re going to swear to me that I’m not making the biggest mistake of my life.” Kara smiled, then pulled her in slowly for a deep, passionate kiss.
“I swear to you, this is not the biggest mistake of your life. This is the start of a brave new beginning for you. And, I hope, for us.”
Sam smiled back at her. “Alright, let’s head back down there then.”