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Lena looks over the building, making sure it has the capacity they need, the security, the lighting…
Basically, all of the fun stuff. Lena makes her way down the stairs, checking if the seats are working properly, sitting in a few and checking that the view of the banners doesn’t interfere with the view of the octagon and the jumbotron.
-James ‘The Guardian’ Olsen vs Ben Lockwood DEO 103-
They really need a nickname for Ben.
She makes her way to lights, getting the techs to run them in time with the music entrances, making sure everything is suitably dramatic.
Ben has chosen the national anthem, red, white, and blue lights dance across the large venue. They can probably find some nickname with that, but the marketing department worries about feeding into his… less than charitable tweets about immigrants.
James insisted on ‘Fortunate Son.’ Everyone knows about his dad’s passing, so it makes people laser focused on him every time he comes out with lines of determination on his face. She motions for the tech people to stop the demonstration.
“Great job. I need you to run some light noise so I can see that the acoustics are right, I still have some people that can adjust speaker placement.” She leaves before they can trap her with jargon.
Each corner is great, the front row is fantastic. She sits in the middle for a long moment.
Why do we use these shitty phones?
She pulls out the shitty phone in question “I’ve hearing some echoing from the mid left section, can you guys tune it?”
A minute later, and the sound is perfect.
“Alright we’re good on sound and lights, pack it in and sleep well.”
She sits in the comfortable silence, that familiar and nervous excitement washing over her like it does every night.
Then Lex’s voice rings through her finely tuned building. “Kara, you’re a rising star. But rising is the key word here.”
“I’m getting girls interested in the sport. And I’m not asking for a raise.” A pleasant voice shoots back.
She likes the feistiness, someone standing up to Lex.
She finally spots them, and shrinks in her seat. All she can see from here is Lex’s atrocious hair piece and some blonde woman. And, my god, she’s taller than him.
The woman has her hands on her hips.
“I can put you on the promo. I have to go over it with marketing, because your part isn’t finished yet.”
Liar
The woman, Kara, extends a hand to Lex “Thank you.”
She waits for the woman to leave and makes her way down to Lex.
“Can you believe that girl?” Lex whines.
She cracks her neck “Those seats aren’t very comfortable.”
“Not when you’re crouching down in them like some stalker.”
She flicks his hair piece “Aw, you noticed me.”
“Hard not to. You going to have sex with one of my stars again?”
She puts a hand to her heart in a theatrical display of offence “I would never, and have never.”
“James Olsen would beg to differ.”
“I bet he’d beg.”
Lex laughs, terrible hair piece bouncing on his head.
“Seriously though, me and James stopped being a thing once you signed him.”
Lex inhales like he’s about to make a point
“And, it’s not like it would have been bad if we stayed together. I don’t control that aspect of the sport.”
“I know that you control venues and location scouting, along with… you know-“
“Making sure you don’t go bankrupt?”
“But.” He raises a shielding hand as he goes down the staff exit from the stage “People are stupid, and it would have looked bad.”
“We wouldn’t have worked out either way, but it’s nice to know that you approved.”
Lex motions for her to follow him to the parking lot, and as he’s her ride, she follows “Lena. You and James are two people I greatly admire.” He looks around and takes the hairpiece off “I hate this thing.” He mimes throwing it away, then pockets it “But it would have looked bad if you guys had continued seeing each other.”
“Okay, Christ. Stop talking about my love life and tell me about the match.”
Someone opens the door for them, not reacting to Lex’s worst kept secret of not having hair. “Well James is very against the whole ‘being a rampant refugee hater’ thing, so this is being looked at as a democrat against republican thing.”
“What side is the DEO taking?”
Lex starts and unlocks his car with two quick button presses “We’re libertarian.”
“That’s such a non answer.” Lena groans, even though it takes a huge weight off her back.
He gets in the car and waits for Lena to hop in as well before turning to her “I would have made such a great politician.”
“If you didn’t have the hair piece maybe.”
He revs the engine obnoxiously “What was that? Sorry, I couldn’t hear you over the sound of the Bugatti that I’m driving you home in.”
“You fu-“
He takes off dramatically, gluing her to her seat, knowing that being rich and sober can get him out of any potential trouble for the stupid speed he’s at.
Once on the highway, he turns to her and she can see Lex the brother, and not Lex the entertainer “Lena. You okay?”
She has to consider it for a moment, she’s very fulfilled career wise, looks amazing, has her pick of men and women. “Yes. I’m thinking of starting some female empowerment thing within the company, but besides that, I have what I want.”
Lex speeds up with glee “Thank god. Can’t have the glue dissolving when people are starting to take us really seriously.”
“I resent and appreciate being called glue.”
“Well,” Lex stops the car “Guess this is you.”
“I could just stay in the car.” She crosses her arms, indignant.
“Or, you could get some beauty sleep. And you know, let me get mine.”
She crosses her arms even more dramatically, knowing what that means.
“I will push for a special on the female fighters if you get out of my car.”
She slams the door closed “Excited to see your wife?”
“Nope!” He speeds away at this, bothering Lena, and no doubt her neighbours as well.
She makes her way up to her condo, wondering what the fight tomorrow is going to be like. She hopes James will win, because even though they stopped dating, he’s still a nice guy, and also didn’t retweet racist things. She pokes the elevator button, not willing to let the stress get to her, not willing to think of a backwards ass racist becoming the face of the sport.
She falls into her bed, more exhausted than she thought.
Lena wonders how the feisty woman will do, part of her rooting for this to be a time to show up Lex, give some more credit to the woman’s division.
..
She wakes in the afternoon to the alarm that needs to be changed every week to prevent her pulling her hair out.
She gets herself ready for the day, even cooking something marginally healthy.
..
Five hours to fight night.
Lena calls Thea, needing someone to occupy her scattered mind.
“Lena. It’s way too early for this.”
“Thea, it’s five in the afternoon.”
“Call me again at eight.”
Lena laughs “How do you manage to party like we’re still in college?”
Thea sighs “By not having people call me at five. Bye.”
The line clicks dead, and Lena is left to look at the promos for the fight on her obnoxiously large TV.
Ron Perlman is doing the voiceover. It’s a pretty frivolous spending strategy, but she can’t deny that his voice draws her in.
“James ‘The Guardian’ Olsen vs Ben Lockwood.” It shows them both standing proud, and she hates to admit, both of them are pretty good looking.
It shows James knocking out opponents with a look of concentration, then one of a hundred photos of him posing with some kids or teens. “James has held the heavy middleweight belt against two competitors before Ben.”
Then Ben is shown throwing someone to the ground and pummeling them until the ref pulls him off.
They flash some of James’ speeches about loving your fellow man, the usual wholesome spiel that she’s happy to know is genuine.
Then come the rants. Ben is shirtless for some reason.
“They come here and try to take our jobs. These… people,” The word is said with layered disgust “Need to come here legally if they want the opportunities that America offers.”
A long walkout shot shows on screen with Ben draped in an American flag.
Then it’s James after a fight, sweating and looking only slightly scuffed.
Barney has a mic in his face “James, Ben Lockwood has repeatedly been adamant that he respects you as a fighter, but has absolutely no respect for your opinion on illegal immigrants.”
A flicker of anger crosses his eyes that only her, and some of the more obsessive fans, might notice “May the best man win.” James winks at the camera.
Two years ago, that would have done something for her. Now she just wants to see him beat Ben into the ground.
Ron Perlman’s voice sounds off again over two silhouettes, like someone that’s watching this doesn’t know who’s next.
Despite knowing, she’s curious about how the presentation looks now that she’s really released it.
“Roy Harper vs Slade ‘Deathstroke’ Wilson.”
Roy is definitely the better looking of the two, but Slade has the look of murder in his eyes.
“Roy Harper is fast on his feet and accurate with every punch, earning him the Bantam weight belt.”
It shows Roy dancing around opponents and landing kicks on every opening that’s given.
“Roy has been trained by Oliver Queen to have his own ‘Archer’ like shots, hitting with crippling accuracy at every chance given. He’s a force to be reckoned with.”
A few flashy knockouts are shown, then a presser interview with Roy.
“How do you feel about fighting Slade?” Barney asks with focused eyes.
“Honestly?” He looks up with a smile “I want this as my proving moment. If I can beat Slade, then this becomes a real belt. He’s a tough opponent, but with Oliver’s expertise, I can beat him.”
Ron Perlman’s voice is back “Roy seems hopeful, but Slade is not known for giving hope.”
Merciless kicks and punches are shown knocking out opponent after opponent, there’s a slow motion of him with a bloodied face choking a man unconscious with nothing but grim determination on his face.
“Slade Wilson only has two losses in his career, and both are technical. This man has never tapped, and says he’d rather be killed than change that. He certainly seems like a man of his word.”
Slade walks up to the camera and spits blood onto the ground “I will always respect another fighters right to tap, but I will never respect them again.”
“Jesus Christ.” Lena shoves chips in her mouth, feeling more excited for watching Thea’s boy toy getting murdered than the DEO’s version of a political debate.
Then that woman shows up on screen, she feels bad for forgetting her name “Kara Danvers. She’s a newcomer to the sport who’s already making waves. She’s challenged Siobhan Smythe in what people have called ‘the most weirdly polite call out’ in DEO history.”
Kara is in the post fight interview, checking behind her every few seconds to make sure her opponent is okay “I want to fight Siobhan Smythe, she’s next in line in rankings, and she deserves the chance to stop me. I won’t jump the line.” She points to the stands, and Lena is very sad she was out of the country for this part “Lex, I know you can make this happen.”
It shows Kara dodging as many hits as she takes, never reacting to either.
Barry Allen, the reigning lightweight champion, is shown sparring with her, then turning to the camera “It’s ridiculous, she’s made of steel.”
“No one has been able to make her tap, or knock her out… She may actually be made of steel.”
That Lex almost passed on showing this promo is beyond her, the girl is hot and charming.
Kara is leaping forward and knocking a woman out with a brutal punch. They show her on a greenscreen after, hands on her hips as colours of blue and red flash past.
Seriously? They bothered with the greenscreen and he wasn’t going to use the footage?
“Then, there’s Siobhan Smythe.”
Siobhan has that cocky grin she’s known for.
“Siobhan has deemed herself the unstoppable bitch.”
She kicks someone into the cage and sends an avalanche of punches into their shrinking figure.
“She seems to be living up to the title.”
Siobhan does an almost flawless head kick, knocking her opponent unconscious, mouthguard falling out as she hits the ground.
Siobhan laughs when asked about fighting Kara “What a joke. I’m only next in line in rankings because of my time off.”
It’s an interesting way to frame being investigated for performance enhancing drugs.
“Tonight, at ten. DEO 103.”
The promo ends and starts to play some B clips of all the main fighters beating heavy bags. And as much as she’d like to watch James and Kara be hot and sweaty, she has people to bother.
She brushes the chips off of herself, feeling more like a fan than a stakeholder.
Paranoia, and being good at her job, makes Lena call her crew.
Jess answers first, of course “Hi, Ms. Luthor.”
“Is the-“
“Yes. Everything is fully functional, the venue owners are very happy with the fire safety, and we’re at full capacity.”
“And what is our full capacity?” She asks, deciding to be petty.
“Nine thousand five hundred and eight.”
“Fantastic work Jess.”
Lena hangs up. Then calls Lex.
“My god you’re like clockwork.”
She smiles “Intricate and interesting?”
“Predictable.”
“I’d like for you to not be too predictable and actually show up with your wife.” Lena gets up from the couch, berating Lex a good motivator.
He groans into the phone “Lena, you get our situation.”
Not really “Well, I know you’re ‘open’ but that doesn’t really fly with the heavy right wing fanbase.”
Lex sighs into the phone, and she can picture his face drawn into some petulant frown. “People love James, and he’s basically a socialist.”
“I wouldn’t call him a socialist, he’s centre left. And he’s better looking than you, and more likeable, and he’s buff.”
“I didn’t pick up the phone to be bullied.”
Lena clicks her tongue “You kind of did.”
“Yes. I will come with Eve, and we will make a good show of being a nuclear family.”
“Nuclear families have kids.”
“I loathe children.” His smile is audible “Okay, bye Lena, save some of your jabs for the fight tonight.”
The joke isn’t bad. She won’t give him the satisfaction though, so she hangs up.
She gets up to make some food to tide her over when there’s a knock on her door.
“Lenaaaaa I think I’m over too often, the people at the front desk didn’t even blink.”
“Thea,” She opens the door “Are you drunk already?”
She falls into Lena’s room, throwing her clothes off like they’ve personally offended her “I wish.”
Lena returns to cooking, throwing something extra in for her hungover mess of a friend.
“I’m,” Thea collapses onto the couch “So ready to drink and see Roy.”
Lena tries her best not to laugh “You know who he’s fighting, right?”
“Ollie kicked his ass a bunch of times before Felicity got him to retire.”
“I heard different.” Lena stirs the noodles, throwing in some unnecessary extra salt to give herself something to do while waiting for Thea to inevitably-
“You heard what?”
Thea isn’t up, but her head is. “Slade trained him and beat him a lot before Oliver joined the DEO.”
“Well, that’s… that doesn’t count.”
“Uh huh.” She turns the burner off, finished the giant pot of mac and cheese “Eat my shitty food so that you don’t blackout tonight.”
Lena and Thea dig in, no cameras to catch just how gross they can get.
Thea smiles at Lena with cheese on her face “We both know I’m still gonna blackout.”
It’s concerning, but Lena can’t say her friend is anything but consistent.
..
A few drinks deep and Thea is her usual jovial self, while Lena is no longer scared of the inevitable symphony of cameras.
They walk out -well Thea stumbles- and Diggle is waiting, ready to go.
Lena makes sure that Thea gets in without too many potential tabloid cover shots, and Diggle smiles back at them.
“You two excited for the fight tonight?”
Thea lets out an embarrassing laugh “Dig I already know that you’re gonna be there. Who you cheering for?”
“Do I look like a Nazi?”
Thea snorts “Not like any that I’ve seen.”
“James is going to kick Ben’s ass. And I’ve got money on it.”
Diggle takes off, and Lena buckles herself in.
“I didn’t take you for a betting man Diggle.”
“I’m not, Ms. Luthor.”
Diggle has always been her favourite member of the Queen family “Confidence will get you everywhere.”
He winks in the mirror.
..
Thea’s car ride nap has her looking marginally presentable for the flash of camera’s that follow them in.
It’s busy, the kind of busy that her and Lex like. Security gives her and Thea a half assed pat down, and wave them through the metal detectors after they fail three times on Thea.
They make their way to the front row, an electricity in the air that rises with each passing minute.
“What did you smuggle in?” Lena asks without turning.
Thea turns red and takes a flask from her cleavage.
Lena flicks her head “The drinks are free when you’re with me.”
Thea takes a healthy swig “Where’s the fun in that?”
A security guard makes his way over, and Lena waves him off with embarrassment.
“Why do I keep you around?”
After taking another drink, Thea lets out a sloppy laugh “No one else comes to these things.”
Andrea appears, seemingly to prove Thea wrong.
“Andrea!” Lena pulls her into a hug “I’m so glad you could make it.”
Lex and Eve walk in, Lex’s hairpiece making more of an entrance than Eve’s frankly gorgeous dress.
“Lexy!” Thea is hoisting her flask in celebration of his arrival.
Lex and Eve sit next to them, Lex doing a horrible job at hiding his distaste for Lena’s choice in company.
“Thea,” He nearly snarls “As always, nice to see you here.”
She spills her drink on him in little drops “Oh yeah? Nice to see you and your wife show up together.”
“And that’s enough of that.” Lena snatches the drink from Thea and downs it in a swift motion.
Andrea gives her a look.
The lights go down, and the real show begins.
Brown eyed girl starts playing and lights of silver start to dance around the stadium.
“The self-proclaimed ‘unstoppable bitch’ of the woman’s division, who has yet to lose, Siobhan Smythe!” Winn yells into the mic, his small stature more than made up for by his announcer voice.
Siobhan walks out with a long stride, her sickening confidence showing clear on the jumbotron.
Lena’s heart starts to pound in her chest, the familiar and welcome tingle in her fingers as her hard work comes together.
Siobhan takes the stage, dominating the octagon while she punches at the camera. Siobhan leans against the cage, eyeing the camera like it murdered her family.
“Siobhan Smythe is a force of nature. She’s next in line, and Kara Danvers is eager to bring the fight to her.”
This summons the underdog of the night.
An incredibly aggressive rap song begins blaring through the stadium, and even though she helped set it up, it’s wild to hear.
Kara comes in with a smile on her face, looking to the crowd surrounding her like she just walked in on a surprise party.
Her appearance is a stark contrast to the music. The rest of the audience seems to be just as enraptured.
And confused.
The clapping and cheers are stilted. Kara doesn’t have a care in the world though, she has a skip in her step as the song rhymes murder with herder.
“Kara Danvers is an up and comer, with one technical loss in her first fight, and then three knockout wins in a row since her rocky start.”
Kara cocks an eyebrow at the camera, and Lena suddenly understands why she’s bringing girls to the sport, she’s girly, and hot, and strong. And, last but not least, she’s a flirt with the camera.
Not just because of how much Siobhan needs to be knocked down a peg, Lena wants Kara to win, she’d be a good face for the woman’s division.
“Welcome to DEO fight night 103!”
The cameras swoop in on Winn, who jumps in time with the light hitting him. “Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we bring you Siobhan Smythe versus Kara Danvers, Roy Harper versus Slade Wilson, and James ‘THE GUARDIAN’ Olsen versus Ben Lockwood.” Winn smiles at the camera, relishing in the moment that he’s the man of the hour “Set your personal video recorders, and get ready to see Damage, Entertainment, and Opposition.”
“My god, we’re really stuck with that name.” Lena almost laughs at her own joke, then catches herself, realizing that this would be a particularly damaging soundbite.
The lights all focus on the octagon and Lena is pleased to see that it’s perfectly lit.
The referee walks between Kara and Siobhan “I want a clean fight. Touch gloves now if you’re going to touch gloves.”
Siobhan slams her hands over Kara’s and Kara’s sunny disposition stays.
Round One begins.
Kara puts her hand out for a glove touch, and Siobhan feigns like she’s going to be commendable this time around.
Don’t fall for it
Kara does, and gets a firm punch in the head for her trust.
Andrea leans over “Why do they fight in an octagon with a fence? Also is this like boxing?”
She’s now reminded on why she doesn’t invite Andrea to these things anymore “In the simplest terms, it’s like wrestling and boxing mixed together. The fence is so they can wrestle against it and not fall out.”
Andrea makes a noise of consideration “That’s weird.”
Lena ignores the slight, and looks up again.
Sunshine has left Kara’s eyes, replaced by a deep fury. And true to what will surely be her new nickname, Kara looks like steel. Instead of rushing, she smiles at Siobhan and goads her in.
Siobhan does some distancing kicks that land with little effect as they dance around each other, Kara hopping around the octagon like it’s her personal bounce house.
Siobhan draws in a little too close, and three punches come out almost too quick to register. Siobhan head registers them though, reeling back in a daze.
She turns to Thea, who’s already asleep in her seat. Between fights she’ll get her a coffee and a firm slap to face, she at least needs to be awake to watch Roy get steamrolled.
Lena almost misses Kara kicking Siobhan in the head and following it up with a fluid uppercut. Siobhan is nothing short of rocked, no confident smirk as she runs from Kara’s flawless combinations.
‘The unstoppable bitch’, stops, and tries for a leg kick on Kara, who just flexes her leg and gets her smile back at Siobhan dropping to the floor. Kara mounts her and works punch after punch around her feeble guard.
Time isn’t on Kara’s side 5-4-3-2-1
Kara, apparently a girl scout, immediately dismounts and goes to her corner with a confident grin gracing her face. In her corner, J’onn gives her some pointers, but seems generally pleased. Her sister is more tough “Kara you had her, what was that whole dance about?”
Kara just shrugs “Sorry Alex, I had to warm myself up.”
“What was the jump rope for then?”
Kara takes a sip of water “The cameras.”
Lena regrets missing that.
Round Two begins, Thea’s snoring drowned out by the roar of a now interested crowd. Kara might stop the unstoppable.
Kara doesn’t go for the glove touch this time, moving forward with a focused intensity and forcing Siobhan right in front of the fence. Siobhan kicks for her head, Kara ducks it and slickly answers with a chest kick that brings Siobhan firmly into the fence. Kara kicks again into Siobhan’s leg and then shoots into a bear hug that brings her to the ground.
Kara slips her way to Siobhan’s back and brings elbow after elbow into the bleeding and tired woman. Siobhan gives up her back and is Kara is able to snake her arms to Siobhan’s neck, locking her in a choke. With a firm crank that goes on so long that Lena actually feels sympathy, Siobhan taps, and Kara releases her from the death grip.
She pumps into the air at the shocked cheers that turn to a roar of excitement. Kara runs to J’onn and picks him up, his cheery smile says this isn’t out of the ordinary. Alex joins in the hug to let J’onn out of Kara’s grip and then lifts her sister with a concentrated effort.
Kara circles back to make sure that Siobhan is okay, and the loser spits her mouthguard out, ever the bitch in defeat.
They let Siobhan leave to get her neck checked, and Barney puts a mic to Kara.
“Kara, you ended Siobhan Smythe’s winning streak in two rounds, taking very little damage.”
Kara’s bright smile is almost blinding on the jumbotron, so Lena looks at her real figure instead, getting a healthy dose of rippling abs. “Well, she was a tough opponent to study. I knew what I needed to do was basically snipe for her weaknesses.”
“We don’t have much time, but what would you like to say to the fans?”
“Get ready to see a lot more of me.” Kara smiles and flexes for the camera, and is then escorted out of the octagon by J’onn and Alex.
“If you guys are like me, you just became a fan of Kara Danvers. You’ll see her a few weeks from now when she’s set to fight Imra Ardeen.”
They cut for commercials and Lena stands to grab a coffee for Thea.
Andrea frowns and stands too “My boyfriend is picking me up.”
Lena doesn’t even have it in her to be disappointed “See you when I see you then.”
Lex cocks his head, his way of asking if he can go with her, she waves him on, and he follows.
“Thank you for coming with Eve.”
Lex exhales loudly “What are you, marketing?”
“Speaking of…”
“Yes Lena.” He has to stop and shake a celebrity’s hand, go through the motions of pretending he saw their latest movie “I talked to marketing and they like the female empowerment thing. Depending on how Kara’s next fight goes, she might be the focus.”
Lena stops him “What if she fizzles out? She’s never had to fight five rounds as a main event, and once she even gets to that point we could have too much committed.”
Lex lets her through the door into where they can find some concessions. “We’ll have the two of you record enough B roll that it’ll look like we were covering all of the girls-“ She gives him a look “All the women, equally.”
“Okay, not bad.” She stops “Where the fuck is coffee? And, who am I going with?”
“We’ll have to go to the staff room if you want coffee, because, you know, it’s eleven at night.”
“It’s for Thea -also- who am I going with?”
“Barney.”
Lena barges into the staff room, and sees what she was hoping for. She feels for warmth, is somewhat satisfied, and fills a mug with coffee. “He’s kind of weird.”
Lex leans against the counter and scratches under his hairpiece. “He’s autistic, so be nicer.”
Lena didn’t know that, so she turns away from her guilt “Okay. I’m the ass this time, congrats.”
Lex starts a new pot of coffee, being nice in his own small way “And, something else.”
Using her head to open the door, Lena groans.
“You have to talk to Kara about it after the event is over.”
“Why is she still here?”
A security guard waves them through the door as the lights go every which way in an attempt to keep up the fight night’s energy, while also making sure the older people don’t fall down the stairs.
Lex smiles at an old lady stumbling and being caught by who she assumes is her husband “Except the time she lost, she always stays to watch the other matches.”
It’s odd “Can you text me that? It’d be good for the special, humanizes her.”
He pulls out his phone and nods.
Lena drops into her seat as loudly and ungracefully as possible “THEA!”
She barely rouses.
Lena holds the mug of coffee up to her nose “Thea Queen, wake up so you can watch your boyfriend get beat up.”
“he’s not my boyfren.”
“Wake up so you can watch your ‘monogamous sex partner’ get beat up.”
This seems to do something, making Thea’s eyes open in small slits. “isthat coffee?”
“It is the rare instance where I will encourage you to drink.”
Thea holds her hands out like a child begging for a toy, taking hesitant sips that turn to gulps. “Lena, you’re the best Luthor in the world.”
Eve laughs.
Lena fights one of her own “Thank you, Thea. We seriously need to get you drinking more water before we go out.”
“Can we talk about this tomorrow?”
Lena’s attention is drawn by the lights dimming down, and Thea looks almost lucid in anticipation.
Winn is back on the stage, soaking up the spotlights like he’s the main event “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!”
She wonders how he’s going to be more dramatic for the main event.
“Your co-main event. Roy Harperrrrr versus Slade ‘Deathstroke’ Wilssssson!”
A New Zealand tribal song starts to play as Slade enters, Slade recorded with a Maori tribe, and it’s just as bone chilling as the last time she heard it.
The screens show a man with one singular focus, and that focus is murder.
“Slade Wilson. A man known for finishing his fights with nothing left behind. Named ‘Deathstroke’ for his ferocious and jaw breaking punches, this is a man who has few equals.”
Slade enters the octagon and lies against the fence like a predator awaiting the chance to strike.
The prey enters.
“Roy Harper! The wonder boy himself is taking Slade’s place in competition for the interim bantamweight belt, he submitted Adrian Chase in the third round. This is his chance to prove that the belt should stay.”
Slade nods as Roy enters.
“This is going to be one for the ages. Get ready for a battle.”
Lena sees Thea’s eyes focused on her ‘not boyfriend’, and feels like maybe letting her sleep through this would have been a better idea.
A new ref is between the fighters. “Boys, I want a clean fight.”
They nod.
“Touch gloves if you’re going to touch gloves.”
Slade offers his hands willingly, and Roy takes the offer.
She hopes he isn’t mistaking Slade’s professionalism for weakness.
Round One begins.
Slade goes for another cordial glove touch, and moments later, onslaught begins.
There’s an intense forward pressure in every movement of Slade as he sends a mix of effective and ineffective punches Roy’s way.
It ends with Roy intact, but obviously worse for wear.
Thea looks almost sober as the next round begins.
Roy starts off great, kick after kick connecting with Slade’s body, a streak of jabs that knock some wind out of Slade’s sails. Roy lands another solid kick on Slade, who just nods in approval before raising his own foot and crashing it down on top of Roy’s head.
Roy falls to the ground, clearly unconscious. Slade watches him go down, slowly approaching before the ref protects Roy from more.
“And that is Slade Wilson in round two with an axe kick knockout!”
Oliver is helping Roy walk to his corner where some doctors look him over.
Thea’s laugh is harsh “At least his face is okay.”
Slade wipes some blood from his own face as Barney approaches, taking the mic before a question can be asked. “Roy is a good fighter, but that belt was mine to win.”
Lex gets up on stage and puts the belt in question on a non plussed Slade. Lex can’t hide his smile as Slade refuses to give up the mic “Whoever is next in line better be prepared. I’m going to go call my kids, ask me questions later.”
Slade hands the mic back to Barney, pats his shoulder, and walks out of the octagon with security scrambling to catch up.
“Lex has to fine him for that, right?”
Lena turns, expecting Thea, but it’s Eve leaning over.
“Yeah, he probably won’t be happy about it. Him skipping the post fight interview goes against contract.”
Eve laughs “Classic Slade though.”
She can’t deny that.
A quick text to and from Thea confirms her suspicions, she’s gone home with Roy. Their shared house, that they live in together, where they only sleep with and date each other. But, you know, not her boyfriend.
Lex collapses into Thea’s chair. “Slade is so great for views. I hate that I have to fine him.”
Lena and Eve raise eyebrows at each other.
She has to concede “Slade manages to skirt the rules just enough that he’s worth it.”
“That’s my sister.”
With no coffee to get and no party child to take care of, Lena waits impatiently for the main event to start.
“AND NOW! The fight of the ages.”
The lights strobe in a very non epilepsy friendly way and find their way to Winn, only brightening his face this time. She taps her feet, excited for the fight as much as she is for seeing if this all worked.
An American flag with a saluting marine take up the jumbotron as Ben Lockwood walks out to a mix of cheers and jeers, the national anthem booming loudly over it all.
Ben walks like it’s nothing though, taking some clear pride in the hatred. He has an American flag wrapped around him like a cape, as if he’s visiting a different country and has to represent his home.
“Ben Lockwood has shown himself to be a more than worthy opponent to James Olsen. A patriot who has no shame in showing it, Ben is always ready to put on a show.”
Ben gets into the octagon and makes a show of feeling the cage’s perimeter, pointing at a few of the people booing with a smile.
“The undisputed champion of light heavyweight, JAMES ‘THE GUARDIAN’ OLSEN.”
Fortunate Son starts to play, she’s glad to see that the recreation of the Calvintown flag that displays for a few moments was done tastefully.
“James Olsen is one of the most celebrated fighters in DEO history, a man who truly needs no introduction.”
Then the spotlight rests on James as he walks with determination. The cheers are almost deafening, in no small part because Lex is yelling right in her ear.
“Lex! Shut up.”
He turns to her with a smile, sees she’s being serious, and stands before continuing his yelling.
James enters the octagon and smiles at the camera before stomping his foot in a superstitious form of prep. He nods to his corner and waits for the fight to start.
James touches gloves with a scowl, and gets his game face on.
The ref gives the same spiel, and the fight begins.
Ben comes out with a flying kick that rocks James back into the cage, but he shakes it off with a smile.
They grapple with each other, both of them keeping the other in place as they land sloppy punches into the others back. James lands a good stomp on Ben’s foot, and they disengage.
A trade of punches starts next, each dodged punch being answered with a hard connecting one. Blood is dripping down onto the floor and spraying off of the gloves.
Lex is bouncing up and down in his seat “James just really hates him.”
It seems Ben is good competition.
The first round ends in what will probably be a draw.
Blood colours the octagon, making the DEO logo look even more fitting than usual.
The next time they touch gloves, there’s some begrudging respect on James’ face. This soon changes to the face of someone going through a war, as they trade punches again. Both of them weaving in and out of the other fighter’s range.
James lands a sickening leg kick that sends Ben into a stumble, with fifteen seconds left, James has to end it soon.
Ben limps away, keeping distance as the clock runs down.
The second-round ends, and Ben stumbles to his bench. A doctor approaches Ben and asks him if he can continue, Ben nods.
In the third round, Ben is more strategic, guarding his wrecked leg and throwing wild combinations at James. Most of the shots land, and Lena wonders if this should have been his strategy all along.
Then James lands another kick on the damaged leg, and Ben crumples. James meets him on the ground and they scramble to stay on top, Ben getting a few shocked noises from the audience when he has James’ arm locked with his legs. It looks like it’s going to be the end for James when the bell sounds.
Ben essentially drags his leg to his corner, the doctor approaches him again, and he says that he’s just being theatrical for the cameras. The doctor doesn’t really buy it, but the damage isn’t bad enough for a stop to the fight yet.
Lex turns to her with a smile “This is going to make such an awesome highlight reel.”
Eve laughs, then hides her enjoyment, because for some reason her role in the relationship is playing the bitch.
The fourth round starts with a blood spraying uppercut from Ben that ripples through James’ face. James goes on defence as Ben presses his advantage, then another good leg kick cracks through the sound system.
“Ohhh.” The crowd goes, and Lena realizes she’s part of the chorus.
The fight stops immediately, a doctor coming out to stop it and save Ben’s leg.
Lena finds herself standing in shock, even with her hatred of Ben, this man took a thrashing to his leg.
“Doctors have called a stop to this fight in the fourth round, three minutes in.” Winn announces to a stunned audience.
Ben is laying down where he was dropped, and James is talking to him with a genuine smile gracing his face.
Barney approaches James as they set up a stretcher for Ben. “After a lot of hype, that was quite the explosive fight. Probably not quite the finish that fans were hoping for, but an exciting slug match for the time we had.”
“Everyone knows my opinion on Ben’s politics, but that man is one hell of a fighter, and I have to respect that. Once he’s up and at em again, I’d love to face him in a rematch.”
Ben mouths ‘same’, making James keel over with laughter.
..
The stadium empties quickly, a mess of popcorn and half eaten hotdogs for some underpaid cleaners to take care of.
“Kara is in the J section.” Lex yells as Lena makes sure all of the lights are set to turn off correctly.
“You’re not coming?”
Lex continues on, taking the hairpiece off in front of several people. He looks good bald, everyone knows he’s bald, why does he even bother? “I have things to do.”
Eve has already left in her own car, so she assumes that ‘things’ means people.
Lena bids everyone a good night and promises to lock up and shut things down, they all know it’s just a button press to start the closing, but traffic is traffic.
She leaves the room and heads back into the stadium, looking for Kara.
There’s the blonde woman she’s looking for, legs resting on the chair in front of her and a content look on her face.
Lena stops in front of her and kicks the chair to get her attention. “Earth to Kara.”
Kara looks up at her with a lazy smile “Kara’s here Ms. Luthor.”
“How do you not get swarmed by fans sitting in the stands like this?”
“If I’m still sweaty, people tend to leave me alone.”
She bites down a comment on how a lot of fans are probably too busy picking themselves off the floor seeing her to bother her. “Didn’t work that well on me.”
Kara stands and stretches, Lena keeps eye contact with effort. “I assume you’re who Lex has me waiting for. Or are you just a fan who has to hide her true allegiance?”
Lena leans forward, glad that the stadium is empty for how compromised her position looks “We are actually allowed to be friends. Lex and James get lunch sometimes, and Lex hated Clark Kent.”
A flicker of something resembling recognition crosses Kara’s eyes “Well,” Kara puts out a hand “I hope we can be friends then, Ms. Luthor.”
She takes the hand that’s offered, getting a strong handshake and a little bit of warmth in her cheeks as a reward. “Please, if you want to be friends, call me Lena.”
“Of course.” Kara gets up using Lena’s hand “Ms. Lena.”
It must be a younger sibling thing that Kara is just as skilled at being annoying. “Do you have time to talk?”
Kara shrugs “For you? All the time in the world.”
She leads Kara down the stairs, wanting a chance to not acknowledge just how much better looking that Kara is up close. “I want to make a short promo on female fighters. And Lex wants you to star.”
Kara puts a hand to her heart “You’re not even going to lie and say that you want me to star?”
“Well, the first time I saw you was yesterday, so-“
“Hold on,” Kara stops in her tracks “That was you hiding in the stands yesterday?”
As it turns out, Lena is terrible at hiding. “How in the hell?”
Kara continues walking with some joy in her step “You must know what it’s like to have fans that border on stalkers, and stalkers that border on being fans. It gets easy to spot.”
She is all too familiar, but she has to hide the blush of embarrassment.
“Lena, you’re much too striking,” The compliment almost starts a different blush “And much too pale, to hide in the dark.”
Lena huffs “I can convince him to focus on someone else.”
“Like you’d want to. Everyone knows that the only other candidate is Sam Arias, and she’s not an up and comer, she’s just like…”
“A horse racing donkeys?”
Kara laughs with her whole body, and Lena can’t help but admire the work that her abs go through “Not the expression I would use, but sure.”
“After your fight with Imra, we’ll visit you at your home, then we can meet you for a fluff piece at your gym after the Mercy Graves fight.”
“You know about my gym?”
Lena rolls her eyes “Kara, I’m the co-owner of this organization.”
“Am I not allowed to be flattered?”
This is verging close to flirting, but with each toss of sunshine hair, and each look of blue eyes, Lena can’t find it in herself to stop. “Not if I say you can’t be.”
“Aye, aye, boss.”
Lena shoves at Kara, who stands stiff. “I get it, you’re much stronger than me, let me push you, you shit.”
“Don’t be so mean to your employees or I’ll tell my reporter cousin that you’re a bully.” Something like guilt marks Kara’s face and she suddenly points to the parking lot. “Sorry Lena, I have to go.”
“Wait.” Lena calls out, missing the banter already “How do I contact you about the house visit?”
She smiles while walking backward “Lex has my number, use it.”
..
Thea is waiting outside her condo with an umbrella that looks more expensive than some people’s clothes “Where have you been?”
She thinks to be coy “Talking to the female star of the night.”
“Narcissist.”
She gestures for Thea to come inside and avoid the three droplets of rain that are coming down in a slow cycle “I was talking about Kara Danvers. You slept through her fight, but Lex is hopeful that she’ll become the face of the female side of the sport.”
“I strategically napped.” Thea quips as she hands her umbrella off to the condo manager.
“Thea that’s the manager.”
“Shit,” She stops and makes to take it back “My bad.”
Jules takes it well “We’ve been through this a few times Ms. Queen, don’t fret.”
..
Once they’re both collapsed on Lena’s couch at one in the morning, Lena is able to laugh.
Thea kicks her foot “This Kara, she hot?”
Lena groans and falls back fully “Yes. But I don’t want to talk about that, how’s Roy?”
“His ego is about as bruised as his face.”
..
She wakes in her bed with loud snoring coming from the living room, there’s a wet spot on her panties. Lena suddenly remembers her dream.
Kara carrying her into the octagon, fucking her blind, making Lena tap out every time she wants her to stop.
Nothing a cold shower can’t fix.
..
A few weeks of no Kara is enough to get it out of her system, the other events she goes to have equally beautiful women with considerable talent.
..
Then, Kara’s fight against Imra is upon her. She’s on the main card, but the third again. A completely insignificant part of her hopes that Kara might be there to berate Lex again, but she has no such luck.
The fight is hyped up without a huge amount of fanfare as a result of most of their fanbase drawing fighters still recovering.
When Kara comes out, it’s with the same smile she had for when she was part of a huge fight night.
..
Round One.
Her and Imra touch gloves, and Imra’s defence stops her from being hit by Kara’s combinations.
Imra responds with a well-timed head kick followed by a good knock to Kara’s cheek. The first round undeniably goes to Imra, and Lena worries that she’ll have to double her efforts with the other female fighters for the promo package.
The second round is equally as uneventful, and Kara actually draws some boos her way. She blocks the kicks and punches with a smile on her face.
In the third round, Imra seems to be getting tired. Imra throws another of her head kicks, and Kara sidesteps it while hooking a foot around Imra’s other ankle, sending her to the ground. Kara pounces on top of her and swings tactically precise fists into the side of Imra’s head. It keeps going and going, Imra’s weak defence crumbling until-
The ref comes in and calls a stop.
Kara helps Imra up with a smile, then climbs the cage to a roaring crowd, any of the people who disapproved of her tactics earlier loving her turnaround.
Somehow, Kara’s eyes meet Lena’s. Kara just smiles at her like she’s another fan, which is all she should be.
After the main event, and against any rational part of her body, Lena makes her way to where she knows that Kara will be getting ready to go home.
Lena knocks on the door and hears something fall.
“Shoot.”
Laughs definitely carrying through the door, Lena yells through “You don’t even swear?”
“My parents did an alright job.”
“I can tell, you look fantastic.”
Kara opens the door, her phone on the ground. “If my phone is broken does the DEO have to pay for it? Since, you know, it’s your fault.”
“You’re getting a lot of money for being the star of our promo.”
Kara leaves the door open, and Lena follows her back in the changing room. Kara’s hair a dark blonde, the shower she’s just taken accentuating a few other features.
“Can we be honest?” Kara puts her hands to her hips in her signature pose “If I start to lose fights before this promo thing airs, you’re going to make it look like a view on all of the female talent.”
Lena pouts, annoyed and impressed that she caught on so early. “Regardless,” She looks away from that damned smile “You’re going to be well compensated for your time.”
“Well time with you seems like compensation enough… so far.” She finishes teasing Lena by sticking her tongue out.
Kara’s lips are still a little wet from the shower, her abs still on display from the workout, the thought of a bruise forming on her cheek. Lena moves forward like a moth drawn to light, Kara’s presence is such a bright one.
Kara moves to meet her, eyes darting to Lena’s inviting display of cleavage. Her calloused hands raise, going for Lena’s neck.
Lena tilts her neck to leave it open, wanting Kara’s touch, forget the media.
Kara stops suddenly. “Wow. I can’t believe I almost…” Kara grabs her bag “I have to go.”
She slumps down onto the bench as Kara moves past her. It’s definitely the smart decision for the both of them, but the warmth between her legs doesn’t care about what’s smart.
..
Lena looks at herself in the reflection of the partition, hoping to god her driver can’t see her having a mini freak out at the prospect of seeing Kara again so soon.
Her driver lowers the partition to talk and almost successfully plays off his shock of having Lena so close with her teeth bared.
“Ms. Luthor, we’re here.”
He’s stopped them outside of a ridiculously modest home.
“You’re sure?”
“Have I ever let you down?”
“No Frank. Thank you.”
He tips his hat as she gets out.
Even seeing the camera crew through the window, she has some sixth sense telling her that this can’t be the right place.
She knocks regardless, and Kara opens the door with a wide smile.
“Lena! What a gigantic surprise, I thought the cameras were here for a cooking show.”
“No such luck.” Lena quips back as she enters the jarringly modest house. She looks around at all of the framed photos, and a startling idea starts to form.
“Why is your house such a dump, you may be asking?”
“Wouldn’t have been my first choice of words, but… it’s certainly modest.”
Kara shrugs and aims to lead her into the next room. A makeup artist flags down the director, who frowns.
“What?” Mxy snaps.
The makeup team retreats a little “Kara has some pretty noticeable bruising below her eye.
Kara waves them off “I want it to be at least somewhat honest, I already have to pretend these cameras happen to be rolling inside my house, let me have this bit of truth.”
The makeup artist looks to Lena, and she can’t find it in herself to argue. “Let her go.”
Kara hops out of the chair like a jail, and continues “This is the house my birth parent raised me in. Some people say it’s haunted because of the carbon monoxide deaths, but I think-“
Lena raises stunned hands to the cameras “Wait, what?”
“It’s been twelve years, I went to therapy, I’m good.”
Lena just stares at her in shock, all the sentences coming to mind too callous or too pitying.
“Should I rephrase and just say my birth parents passed away here?”
She nods numbly, words escaping her.
“Well Lena,” Kara starts again, responding to Lena’s question like the last minute didn’t happen “This is where my birth parents lived and passed away. And while I will always consider the Danvers my real family as well, the Zor El’s treated me fantastically for as long as they could, and I couldn’t let the place go to someone else.” She winks at Lena, who hates the effect it has even with cameras rolling “Not with all this DEO money at least.”
As Kara continues the tour, it feels like the cameras are melting into the background.
She stops in front of a crawlspace with a rueful smile “I used to hide here with Krypto when the thunderstorms got too bad for both of us to handle. But with the smartest Luthor, how could I ever be in danger?” Kara gets Lena to huddle into the crawlspace with her, the close proximity sending jolts of attraction up her spine.
“This is…” Thinking of something that’s not flirty in front of the cameras is harder than any press conference. “This is really sweet of you Kara, thank you for sharing this with me.”
Kara leans into her “With a face like that, how could I say no?”
It seems Kara has no such issues with flirting before an audience. “Kara.” She whispers into her ear as they get up. “Can you not say stuff like that in front of the camera?”
Kara smirks “Oh so now that there’s an audience, it’s bad to flirt.”
Leaning in so that it’s impossible for anyone else to hear, Lena whispers “I never wanted you to stop last time.”
Kara is locked in place by Lena’s words for a good minute “Luthor, you are such a jerk.”
Mxy gives them an exasperated look, and Kara resumes the tour.
“You may be asking yourself ‘Zor El’ that’s an odd name.”
“I mean not really-“
“She doesn’t look Middle Eastern? Oh no is it offensive to assume a white person isn’t Middle Eastern?”
Lena just stands in amused annoyance, letting Kara do her show.
“Well, the answer is a little disappointing.” Kara opens the door to a room with dream catchers everywhere “My parents were hippies.”
The room looks like it was tailor made for someone on drugs. A rug is pinned to wallpaper that’s some chaotic mix of floral and cheetah print, and there’s a lava lamp of all things.
“That explains how casual you can be.”
Kara makes a ‘somewhat’ gesture with her hand “I still got fantastic grades.” She points to the honour roll plaque on the wall “I just dressed weird. And my parents would hire a babysitter on the occasions when they would drop acid.”
The last part is said so casually Lena almost forgets to react “You seem to be burying the lead here.”
She sits on the bed and motions for Lena to do the same. “Yes, my birth parents did psychedelics at home.” The way she words it sounds like there’s a follow up, Kara gets up from the bed and goes on her knees to fish something out, her ass way too inviting. “There it is.”
“Huh?” Lena muses, not remembering what she’s supposed to be doing.
Kara emerges with a smile and a damaged shoe box “They still took me to boxing lessons all the time.” Inside the shoe box is a collection of ribbons, first and second place seem the most common.
Lena smiles, and she knows this is going to make for a great video.
The kitchen is the only clearly updated feature besides the massive TV.
Lena raises an eyebrow, the question obvious.
“Well, I’m an athlete.”
“The TV?”
“I’m human.” Kara laughs, and Lena finds herself following along “I don’t sleep in my old bedroom either, that would freak out the people I-“ She stops herself. “Anyway,” she continues with a pitch to her voice “You haven’t asked how everything is still so untouched.”
“I figured you just didn’t have a cleaner.”
“Jerk.” Kara shoves her, then seems to remember the camera crew around at the same time as Lena “The place was due to be condemned, asbestos everywhere in the ceilings, and went up for auction, the Danvers bought it for a stupidly low price, and held onto it for me.”
“That’s very nice of them.” She can’t imagine Lillian doing that for her.
Kara taps her fingers on the kitchen island “Then, I put maybe a bit too much money into the place and,” She makes a noise and puts an arm out “You’ve got this.”
“It’s very cute.” Lena admits, only because Kara makes it so.
Kara frowns “I guess cute will have to do.”
..
Mxy is looking over the footage, trying to see if they’ll have to reshoot anything for continuity or better angles. “You two have great camera chemistry.”
Lena stares daggers at Kara, who looks up for a fleeting second, only to duck her blushing face.
He motions for the camera crew to pack up “That’s perfect for today. Might have to talk Lex into making this a full docuseries, there’s a lot of good stuff here.”
Kara smiles shyly “Only if you keep the interviewer.”
“Well Barney is coming along for the gym segment.” Mxy responds quickly, not getting the joke.
Camera crew gone, Kara just stands in the living room with Lena, the air in the room is weird, like they’ve gone on a date and don’t know whether to hug or kiss goodbye.
Lena knows Kara is too worried about her up and comer status for either of those things. “I’d better-“
“Why don’t you stay for dinner?”
Always full of surprises “I’d love to.” Her own response surprises her just as much.
Kara moves to the kitchen with stiff posture “Any allergies I should be aware of?”
“Nope.” Lena sits on the counter, and her skirt rides up a bit, letting her legs hang in an eye-catching way.
Kara’s eyes go wide, then she ducks her head in the fridge “Stop that.” She grumbles into the fridge.
“I’m not doing anything.” Lena lies.
Kara emerges from the fridge with meat squares and some prepped veggies, she places them on a large plate and opens a few drawers before sighing. “You’re in the way of the shish kebab sticks.”
Lena smirks “You can work around me.”
Kara puts strong hands on Lena’s thighs and tries to force her to move. Lena grips the counter like her life depends on it, and Kara only manages to force her legs apart.
Kara stumbles back “Are you trying to kill me?”
Lena finally scoots down the counter, slightly satisfied “I’d rather do something else to you.”
Kara takes the sticks in a jerky movement and stomps outside.
The barbeque is ancient and the deck is completely revamped. “Kara, what was the justification here?”
“Not wanting people to fall through it was the main one.” She starts the barbeque and stabs the meat and vegetables onto the sticks before throwing everything on “Second one was that I spend a lot of time back here because no one can see back here, and” She points to the forest that lies past her fence “That’s amazing to screw around in, so I need strong lights to keep from getting lost.”
Lena imagines Kara walking around, getting excited over every little thing in there. “Oh, to be twenty-five again.”
“You’re thirty, I’m going to take you on one of my hikes and you’ll see just how young you are.”
Lena gets close enough to Kara that it’s suggestive “Are you offering to take me on a hiking date?”
“I’m,” Kara flips the shish kebabs like they’re one of her opponents “Offering to take you,” She stabs at the sticks again, sexual frustration clear. “As a friend, and only if you wear something appropriate.”
“Deal.” Lena whispers in her ear, before stepping back to a more reasonable distance.
The food is amazing, and Kara insists they eat outside.
“I get it now.”
Kara unhinges her jaw to take three pieces at once, then covers her mouth as Lena laughs at the sight “What do you get?”
She looks at Kara, who is a close second to the view of the setting sun over the canopy of trees “Why you would spend so much time out here. It’s beautiful, and serene.”
Kara smiles at her in that bright way “Well, not always serene. When it’s not a day off like today, I do some boxing.” Lena hadn’t even noticed the punching bag. “Not the prettiest sight.”
Lena bites her lip and Kara sticks out her tongue.
She’s okay with just being friends with Kara, teasing her and enjoying her company is good enough.
Honestly.
..
The Mercy Graves fight is coming up, and Lena wants to be a bit of a head turner. Who’s to say what for?
She puts a choker on, knowing that the fabric will draw some attention to her neck, and gets a dress with a slit for her legs to be as close to uncovered as she can get away with, and a nice amount of cleavage with a hanging necklace to catch someone’s eye.
She gives herself one last look over, and then carefully sits herself on the couch.
Thea comes in, looking relatively sober. “Holy.” She pauses, waiting for her mouth to catch up to her brain “Why do you look so good?”
“Just felt like it.”
“You just felt like dressing like a model?”
“I am a model, so I technically always dress like a model.”
Thea vaults the back of the couch and lands beside her “Don’t be so obtuse.”
“I don’t know the meaning of the word.”
“You turned down full rides to every school worth a damn, shut the hell up.”
As if summoned, Roy comes in “Are you guys going to flirt the whole time? My ego’s been bashed enough on TV for one lifetime.”
“Shush Roy.” Lena scolds with a smile, her version of ‘hello’ “Watch the master work.”
Roy sits opposite them on the stupidly expensive armchair. “You’re way too good at getting girls to try it with girls.”
Lena takes a sip of her martini, and looks over the glass “I help women, and men, discover their sexuality. No harm in that.”
Roy cracks his beer open “There is when I’m da- seeing them.”
“Nice recovery wonder boy.”
He flips her off as she stands to call her own driver.
..
The car ride over is only bearable with Frank’s small talk drowning out the disgusting display of love next to her.
“Who’s your bet on, Frank?”
He looks to the side of her seat and almost hides a smile “I’m not a betting man, but I’m cheering for Barry in the main event.”
“With a face like that, who isn’t?” She hesitates before asking what she really wants to “And for the co main event?”
“Danvers without a doubt. She’s a weirdo, but she’s a good sport, and an even better fighter.”
She can’t help the smile that forms. “I actually bet on her.”
“Didn’t take you for the type Ms. Luthor.”
“Well, I have a good feeling about her.”
..
“Hank Henshaw versus Manchester Black!”
The heavyweights move in, touch gloves, and start the slug match.
She feels like she’ll be concussed just watching this.
Manchester throws in a nice body kick, then they resume caving the other’s head in.
Roy is leaning forward in his seat and Lex is hysterically laughing.
“What’s so funny?” Lena can’t turn away, no matter how much the rational part of her brain tells her to.
Lex leans in so she can hear him better “I tried to stop these two from fighting. Manchester and Hank have fought outside of the ring more times than people spar with friends.”
“Why didn’t you stop it?”
“As much as we like to pretend that we’re the be all end all, rankings decide fights, they both want the belt, one of them has to lose.”
The first round ends with a mess of red and bruising colouring both fighter’s faces.
“I want a break after that, these guys are insane.” Roy stands and Thea stays shellshocked.
He lifts her up, and they go somewhere else.
Lex sits next to her, and at Lena’s look of indignation, he laughs “They’re not coming back.”
“That’s… probably true.”
The second round begins before she has a chance to form anything better to answer.
There’s a moment where she thinks there’s going to be some sort of strategy, then they resume where they left off, barely dodging each other.
Two minutes in, and something is changing, Hank’s speed is starting to slack.
Hank drops to the ground, blood trailing down with him.
Manchester looks down at him with a devilish smile.
“And that is Manchester Black by knockout, two minutes into the second round.”
Lex and Lena stand, both needing a breather after watching the level of toxic masculinity that makes you get brain damage out of spite.
“Great for promos the next time Manchester fights.”
Lena agrees with a nod, still seeing the way both of their faces were drooping.
He grabs them both a large glass of vodka tonic.
Sipping at it as they go back to their spot helps to steady her shaking hands.
“Excited to see Kara fight?” Lex takes a large gulp, clearly not knowing the possible connotations of what he’s saying.
“Yes. She’s really nice, and she’s fun to watch.”
Lex sits next to her, smiling at the still empty seats. “We might as well just come together at this rate, neither of our guests seem to stay.” He laughs at Eve’s purse still being in her seat “You two seemed to really hit it off in the unfinished stuff that Mxy was showing me.”
“Well, you know, she’s easy to get along with.”
“Mxy is a little obsessed with her, so maybe tone down how much the two of you get along.”
“Fuck that weirdo, I’ll double my efforts to be her friend.”
Lex is about to hit her back with something when the lights go down.
“This is your CO-MAIN EVENT of the evening!”
Lights brighten on a familiar blonde who emerges with a smile, the rap song about being paranoid that your friends are going to kill you doesn’t fit at all the image of a happy go lucky girl. “KARA DANVERS. Coming hot off of her win streak, can she keep her momentum against Mercy Graves, or is she doomed to stall like she stalled Siobhan Smythe?”
Kara doesn’t seem bothered by the ominous words, her electric smile staying on her face as she makes her way to the octagon, hopping in a wide circle around the octagon with her hands outstretched. Then, she almost stumbles as her and Lena make eye contact.
Making Kara lose is definitely not part of her game plan, but she can’t deny she likes the way that she stares at Lena with a face that’s bordering on drooling. She catches Kara’s eyes going to her neck, check. Then her chest, check. And then her legs, and that’s all the bases covered.
Lena sinks back into her seat, satisfied.
There isn’t long to savour the moment, as the lights go down again.
“The woman in the way. The mountain that almost no one has surpassed, MERCY GRAVES!”
It’s like a fuse has gone off in the crowd, screams of girls and woman overpowering the men.
“Thirty-eight years old, and still faster and smarter than most of her youngers, Mercy certainly doesn’t live up to the name.”
Mercy emerges after the fanfare has built to her desired level, and an almost indecipherable electronic song starts to play. The volume makes the words and sound blend in a way that make her feel like she’s at a club.
Kara now has her game face on, all of the stats matter as much to her as they do to Lena.
They nod at each other, some respect shown by both fighters.
After the necessary spiel by the ref, the round begins.
They touch gloves, and then Mercy goes for a head kick. Kara ducks it and swings back up with an uppercut.
Lena can hear it from the front row.
Mercy drops to the ground, and Kara watches with the same shock that Lena can feel in the crowd.
“That’s,” Winn pauses, at a loss for words for maybe the first time in his life “That’s Kara Danvers by knockout in twenty seconds.”
Mercy looks lost as her team helps her up. Kara puts her arms out, and the crowd explodes.
The cheers are nearly deafening as Kara jumps into J’onn’s arms.
Lena can’t help but be enraptured at Kara’s modesty, saying that it’s all because of who she has in her corner. Then Kara’s abs flex with laughter, and she’s enraptured by something entirely different.
To her, the main event doesn’t matter, her hands playing with the hem of her dress in anticipation. Someone beats someone. She shoots up from her seat and goes right for the dressing room, needing to see Kara.
Lex calls after her, but she dismisses him, weaving through the crowd and keeping an eye out for those blue eyes, that golden hair that looks perfect even after a long fight.
She gets to the hallway that leads into the changing room, all of the usual traffic gone.
Kara is sitting on a bench, still in her fight gear.
Lena knocks on the frame of the door, and Kara jumps a little. “Sorry Kara, I just wanted to see how you’re doing.”
“Oh, no worries at all. I was just thinking about you actually.” Kara’s eyes go wide at the admission.
Lena slinks in, now having the upper hand. “You were?”
Kara just stares at Lena as she approaches, swallowing thickly.
“What were you thinking about in particular?”
“Your neck,” Lena gets closer “Your eyes,” Lena is now within the distance she needs to be “Your mouth.”
Lena smirks “Then do something about it.”
Kara pulls Lena into her lap and kisses her with heat, making up for all the times they should have been doing this before. Kara’s mouth leaves a hot trail up her neck “You dressed like this for me.”
“Yes. All for you Kara.” Urgent hands make their way to Lena’s waist and grind her onto Kara’s thigh. “Do whatever you want to me.” Lena leans forward and whispers into Kara’s ear “Whatever you want.”
It becomes frantic, Kara working Lena against her, Lena’s whimpering becoming more pathetic.
“Oh, Lena. You drive me crazy.”
The words make her lose any semblance of rational thought.
Lena runs her nails over Kara’s back, working her tongue into the younger woman’s mouth “I’ve been waiting for this.” Lena moves her hand down to where Kara needs her most, there’s already wet heat there. “Tell me how bad you want it.” Her hand works down Kara’s shorts without the words needing to be said.
Then Kara stops grinding Lena against her, stops using her like a ragdoll. A moment later, and those soft and lips are detached from her.
“We can’t do this.” Kara pushes her away.
Lena can’t stop her pout “We already are.” She bites into Kara’s shoulder, making her shudder in response.
Then Kara lifts her off of her more firmly “No. I have too much riding on this.”
Lena looks down at Kara, who looks like a hot mess, hair tangled from more than the fight, she’s flushed and looks absolutely ready for more. “Okay.” Lena relents. She puts a finger under Kara’s chin and tilts her head up so they can look eye to eye, she sees the want in Kara’s eyes and sucks on her bottom lip as one last mark of what they did, and should be finishing. “Until next time.”
She can feel it as Kara watches her go, intense eyes on her ass as Lena sways her hips just a little more than needed.
..
Lena gets home and finds that she needs a drink, or just… something, after that.
She pours herself a glass of whiskey and sits in her recliner.
“Oh, Lena. You drive me crazy.”
With an unsteady hand, she takes a sip of the whiskey. Her mind goes to the way that Kara just took control, so much force, so much desire. Using Lena like a play thing.
She’s not finishing the glass. Her hand works down her panties, and another hand goes for her phone. Before her brain can catch up, she’s hitting Kara’s name in her contacts.
It only takes one ring, her other hand driving into her as she hears Kara’s breathy greeting.
“It’s me.”
A harsh gasp “Lena.”
“Am I in trouble Kara?”
There’s another harsh gasp “Uh. No.” A muffled noise.
“I was only calling to tell you that you won’t have another fight for two months.”
“Uh huh.”
“I’m still wearing the dress.” There it is, an unmistakable moan. “Want me to take it off?”
“Ah, Lena.” A long pause, something is coming off. “We,” Ruffling sheets “We can’t do this.”
Kara hangs up.
Lena leans back and drops her dress to show her breasts, taking a selfie without thought and sending it to Kara. The satisfaction of knowing that Kara won’t be able to resist looking is enough to get Lena where she needs to be, digging marks into the couch with her free hand as she hisses out Kara’s name.
..
Her body is thrumming with energy as she makes her way to Kara’s gym. Making the cinematic and healthy decision to walk there from a block away.
That picture wasn’t a decision she made with her brain, and she wonders how it’s going to be with Kara. They have to film at least an hour of footage.
A camera films her walking in from the outside.
Inside is several kids doing exercises on heavy bags, speed bags, jump ropes-
Kara comes from the side and puts a casual hand on her shoulder “It’s a little overwhelming at first, but it gets easier.”
Lena pulls her into a hug.
Kara releases after a normal, and not a we almost had phone sex, length of time. “I’ll introduce you to J’onn first.”
There’s a kind looking older man with a booming voice directing a class of kids to punch in combinations.
“J’onn!” Kara yells, climbing into the ring and pretending to dodge the kid’s punches. “I want you to meet Lena. She’s the one heading this whole documentary thing.”
J’onn looks to the kids “You can all talk to Barney, he’s basically a talent scout, so try and look good.”
A particularly confident kid does a kick in the air “I know who he is Mr. Jones, and I’m gonna knock him off his feet.”
J’onn laughs “Hopefully not literally.”
The kids run off, leaving the three adults to do whatever it is they’re supposed to do.
J’onn puts a hand out to help her into the ring “I assume I should thank you for helping Kara’s rising star.”
Lena takes his hand “Well the two of you are the ones that are really doing it, these things haven’t even been released yet.”
He shrugs “Want to watch us spar and then give it a shot of your own?”
Lena puts her hands up “I’m not really dressed for it.”
Kara shoves her playfully “This is a gym for kids without a lot of money, do you really think that we don’t have clothes that will fit you?”
This suspiciously feels like payback, but with the cameras on them “Okay. Only if you help me make sure I get everything on properly. Don’t want a black eye.”
A glint of frustration crosses Kara’s face before she schools her features “Of course.”
Lena gets out of the ring and watches Kara weave around punches that J’onn throws her way, and then he does the same to her, like he knows the punches before she’s going to throw them, none of them landing. Probably a result of him being her trainer, but it’s still jarring to see Kara look like such an amateur.
Then Lena gets to see why J’onn isn’t fighting anymore, after a good five minutes, he needs a breather.
Kara turns to her without a hint of exhaustion “Ready?”
Lena nods while the rest of her brain yells ‘no’.
Being led to the changing room, she can’t help but think back to a week ago. Kara opens the door to allow her in, and locks the door.
“We’re not having a repeat of last time.” Kara says firmly, grabbing gloves, clothes, and headgear.
Lena starts to taker her clothes off, staring at Kara the whole time with a grin plastered to her face.
Kara maintains eye contact, keeping her professional face on. “First, here’s the shirt.” She tosses it to Lena, and lets her put it on. “Then the shorts.” Kara sighs while holding gloves “This part I do actually have to help you with.”
She gently puts the gloves on Lena’s hands, and the tender motion sends shivers up her back.
“Now.” Kara blinks in a forceful way, like she felt that same yearning. “Let’s go and make you look good.”
Lena winks as she leads the way out “Like I need help with that.”
..
Turns out, she does need help with that. She’s awful at this. Another sloppy punch, and she almost falls over with the force.
“Need help?” Kara asks with a smile, not even having to feign a dodge against Lena’s terrible punches.
Lena nods, humbled for the first time in ages.
Kara makes her way to Lena’s back and directs her hands arms with her own strong hands. One hand goes to Lena’s legs to fix her stance. “You need a good centre to punch from.” Lena attempts a punch with Kara guiding her. “A lot better, now rotate your hips as you go.” Kara’s hands slide to Lena’s hips and she moves her as Lena attempts to punch again.
“Alright.” Kara goes back to face Lena, and she already craves for the return of contact.
Lena makes the right stance and swings out the way she was taught.
Kara’s ducks her punch.
“Oh shit.” Lena leans down “Are you okay?”
Kara is still half crouched, laughing her head off “Wow. That’s going to make for a good clip.” Kara falls to her ass and Lena exhales in annoyance.
Mxy laughs at them “Now we just need some footage with the kids and some descriptive footage.”
Lena looks down at Kara, her abs, her smile. Just having sex with her once would be enough.
Kara looks up at her, and the smile becomes something hungry.
Kara avoids Lena skilfully for the rest of the tour, only talking to her when Barney is with her.
They get a few nice moments with a group of kids, which will be a nice public image boost for the both of them, and, the non Luthor side of her realizes, it’s just a nice moment.
“Kara,” Barney puts out a hand that doesn’t quite touch Kara “One last question before we leave, how can you afford all of this?”
“Oh. To be honest, barely.”
“Huh.”
“We get some grants, and I usually lose money on it.”
“Then…” The shock on Barney’s face is nearly comical, then she remembers Lex’s thing about not being a dick to the person with autism, and forces a straight face. “Why do you do it?”
Kara shrugs, like it truly isn’t a big deal “I can afford it, so why not?”
Mxy is smiling behind the camera as he wraps the shoot for the day. “This is going to be so good. Kara, you were amazing in the last part, such a good way to end this segment.”
“Thanks?”
But they’re already packing up.
They’re gone in quick order, Barney catching a ride with them.
Lena suddenly feels the weight of the day on her “Need coffee?”
Kara hesitates and looks around to make sure that no one can hear the oh so scandalous coffee invitation.
“I’m not going to jump you, I just want coffee.”
Kara shrugs “Okay. Just let me change.”
It’s cold out, so it makes sense, but Lena can’t deny she’d prefer Kara stayed in what she’s wearing.
Lena opens her phone to text Kara and gets a picture of herself with no bra as reward.
Right
She texts Kara that she’s outside.
Kara has some trouble making eye contact when she meets her outside. They walk in silence, order quietly, then sit on a bench to drink their coffee.
Lena takes a sip of the coffee for something to occupy herself, then finds her courage. “I forgot about the picture, that wasn’t some kind of power play.”
Kara takes a gulp “I didn’t.”
Lena turns in shock “What?”
“I didn’t forget about the picture.”
Lena tosses her coffee in the garbage and take Kara’s from her willing hands “Come home with me.”
“Just this once?”
Lena nods and calls her driver.
Kara’s fingers dig into Lena’s thigh as they drive to Lena’s condo.
“There’s another entrance, I’ll let you in through there.”
Lena points her to where she needs to be and breaks out into the closest thing to a run that she can manage in heels. She goes to the staff entrance and swipes her key card, Kara is waiting with intense eyes. She grabs Kara by the front of her jacket and brings her into a kiss.
It’s more tender than the last, their tongues mingling and exploring the other’s mouth. Lena sighs into it, and then puts a professional distance between her and Kara, guiding her to the staff elevator that will lead to her room. The room she so desperately needs to get Kara into.
She has a hand squarely on Kara’s firm ass.
She’s never struggled this much getting into her room, her hands wobbly with anticipation. The door finally gives way, and Kara lifts her into it, pinning her to the nearest wall. The feel of Kara’s weight pushing her into the wall combined with the show of strength sends heat into Lena’s stomach. Their lips crash, nothing held back this time. Kara is biting on sensitive flesh, sucking on her neck, demolishing every part of Lena that she can get her mouth on.
Kara pulls Lena’s pants and panties off, and puts two exploring fingers between Lena’s legs. “You’re so wet for me.”
Lena can only nod, her eyes begging for more when her words can’t.
“Ask me for it, Lena.”
She loves how dominant the normally timid girl is. “Fuck me Kara. Fuck me like you should have weeks ago.”
Then Kara is driving her fingers into Lena, making her sing an embarrassing song of moans and squeals. She bites into Kara’s shoulder, feeling the solid muscle and working herself up even more. It’s a solid pace, one that has Lena wrapping her legs around Kara in desperation, knowing that any second could have her limp and holding on for dear life to the wall she’s pinned to.
Lena dares a look at Kara’s hands, and she sees her rippling forearm as those fingers pump. The hilt of Kara’s fingers are soaked with Lena, and all it does is make the mess worse.
“I came so hard to that picture.” Kara’s whispers in her ear in a harsh voice that Lena wants to hear again and again.
“Say,” Lena lets out a shocked breath as Kara works another finger into her “Say that again.”
Kara bites her earlobe and talks right into her ear with a raspy voice of want “I came so hard to that picture.”
Lena wraps her arms around Kara’s neck and unravels in her strong grip.
Kara slowly slides her to the ground as she shakes in pleasure.
“You’re, oh my god, you’re so good at that.”
“Mmhmm.” Kara licks her fingers, getting everything of Lena into her mouth “I need to taste more.”
Lena nods dumbly, and Kara is lifting her to the bedroom.
She unceremoniously drops Lena and gets to work with her tongue, painting a line up and down Lena’s already sensitive areas. Lena tries to put her hands to Kara’s head, but she pins Lena’s hand back.
Kara looks up at her, mouth covered in Lena’s want “Tell me if this is too much though.”
Lena is almost ready to cry in joy “Don’t you dare stop.”
With this, Kara doubles her efforts, and before she knows it, Lena is bucking her hips against Kara’s mouth as she laps her up.
Kara does one last sweep with her tongue and takes her own clothes off.
“Kara.” Lena says breathlessly “You’re so fucking hot.”
Kara stares at her. “Take it off.”
Lena’s legs are rubber, but she does as she’s told, not wanting to break the spell of this version of Kara who’s taking charge. Getting Kara to swear would be something, but in that regard, she doesn’t think she’s going to have much luck.
Kara lays on the bed and brings Lena in close with her legs. Lena leans down and Kara bunches a hand in her hair, just hard enough to be hot. Kara works Lena’s mouth against her, bringing Lena’s tongue exactly where it needs to be. The guiding control that Kara is taking making her wet all over again. Kara breathes heavily as Lena tries her hardest to make Kara feel even half as good as she made her feel. Kara starts to move more rapidly, breathing more feverishly, and Lena loves the way she’s being used.
Kara freezes for a moment, then she moves Lena’s mouth more firmly to her. They make eye contact for one spellbinding moment, and Kara’s head jerks back as she loses it.
Lena licks her lips and savours the taste before kissing up Kara’s twitchy body. She settles her head on Kara’s chest “Wow.” Is all she can manage to say.
Kara attempts to nod.
Once Kara is done shaking, Lena kisses her chest, loving the feeling of strength on her mouth.
She lightly grabs Lena’s jaw and pulls her into a kiss. “That was amazing.”
“You can end the sentence there.”
“But.”
Lena groans in a very different way from before.
“We seriously can’t do that again.”
Lena rolls off of her and looks to the ceiling “Whatever you say superstar. I think we both know that that it isn’t going to be long before one of us breaks.”
Kara puts her clothes on, and to her credit as a lady, kisses Lena on the way out.