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It had been a long time coming. This wasn’t anything out of left field. Kara was there every step of the way. Alex had finally mustered up the courage and proposed to Kelly. Of course, Kelly accepted. Kara expected nothing less. The bittersweet day that had been peeking its head over the horizon finally became Kara’s reality.
Pure happiness and glee radiated off of Kara as she engulfed her sister and future sister-in-law in a bone crushing hug. Every time she looked in their direction, they were cuddled up to one another, whispering sweet nothings to each other and beaming with love.
After the champagne, the drinks continued flowing, courtesy of Lucy slamming down her fancy credit card and starting a tab. The perks of being a hot shot lawyer. Despite her career, Lucy was being a bad influence. The shots and progressively harder alcohol were seemingly endless for everyone.
The alcohol took hold of them quickly. Everything became amusing and their bodies finally relaxed from daily stressors. Enough that Alex and James pulled Kelly and Lucy onto the dance floor. Concerning dancing, it was the usually other way around. That left Kara and Winn, the two singletons, behind to man the table. With Lucy gone, they ordered a round of water to combat the alcohol flooding their veins.
Winn and Kara were talkative drunks. The problem with Kara was that she was also a repressed sad drunk if those emotions tickled her brain. The water did nothing to dilute the alcohol spreading across her body. The moment she latched her sights onto the two couples through the throngs of people, it was game over.
Longing flooded her system as she watched them hold and gravitate towards each other. The unique love and respect of each couple melted Kara’s heart. It was only broken at the new song that had Lucy dropping low and pulling Alex with her, leaving the Olsen siblings standing tall and sharing a laugh.
Everyone in Kara’s life was making great strides. Winn was promoted to senior IT analyst, James’ photography was nominated for several distinguished awards, and Lucy was delivering justice in the courtrooms, winning case after case and in discussion for being made the youngest partner in history at her firm. Now the cherry on top was Alex and Kelly’s engagement.
Everything was great. It really was. The happiness that filled Kara was genuine. It wasn’t like her own life was stalled. Ever since Cat took a chance on her, she’d proven herself worthy of the gamble with her breaking stories and ability to gain the trust of sources and get to the root of situations. She had a feeling that she too was going to be promoted to a senior position.
She loved her job, and she loved hanging out with her friends and leisurely trying out every food establishment in National City. At the same time, every time she hung out with her friends or scrolled through social media, a part of her filled with jealously. With the added influence of alcohol, jealously reared its ugly head again. She knew it wasn’t smart to compare her life to others, that life wasn’t a race for achievements. But…
She wanted someone to share everything with. She was all for being single and focusing on her own health and happiness. For the past few years, she had a front row seat to watch Alex and Kelly and James and Lucy’s relationships sprout and blossom into loving, healthy relationships.
She was there for every step, for both sides of both relationships, refusing to choose a side in a fight and did her best to mediate during rough times. She was Alex’s sister and James’ friend first, but she loved Kelly and Lucy just as much despite them coming into her life later. If something were to happen to their relationships, she wanted no part in cutting Kelly or Lucy out of her life forever. Thankfully, she didn’t expect that to ever happen to either of them.
Meanwhile, she remained perpetually single. She’d gone on a few dates here and there, but none of them clicked. Nothing like she saw between her friends. Maybe she was being a bit of a romantic and putting too much pressure on the dates. There was no electricity or sparks from any caresses or kisses. The energy between them never matched, and Kara knew that no matter how much effort she put into them, there was no chance.
“Hello? Earth to Kara?” Winn attempted to wave his hand in front of her face. He misjudged his motion and wound up whacking her in the face and knocking her glasses off. “Penny for your thoughts? You seemed to be thinking pretty hard there.”
“I’m fine,” she answered, slipping her glasses back onto her face and welcoming a clear world again. Like always, a smile appeared on her face that pushed down the negative thoughts. She jumped out of her seat and drug Winn to join their friends on the dance floor. “No one’s going to steal our table. If they do, they’ll face Alex and Lucy’s drunken wrath.”
Joining the rest of her friends, jealously returned to the sunken abyss of Kara’s mind. It had no place as they finished off the night with embarrassing dancing and one final round of fast shots from Lucy. The alcohol had settled in and they were reaching the drowsy stage.
Kara was the last one to branch off from Kelly and Alex, wrapping them both up in one more big hug before walking the short distance back to her apartment. The walk only involved a few stumbles and thankfully remembering which door was hers and minimal attempts at inserting her key to unlock her apartment.
She made quick work of showering and throwing on an old t-shirt and sweatpants. Everything else could wait for tomorrow as her bed called to her. The moment she was tucked beneath the covers and about to fall into a blissful sleep, she realized something was terribly wrong.
She sprung from her bed and frantically searched her apartment high and low which didn’t take long. She opened her doorway and squinted down the hallway to find nothing, shoulders dropping and a defeated sigh falling from her lips. This wasn’t what she wanted to deal with after a long night of celebrating.
A night much like this night, she was walking home from a gathering with her friends. She hadn’t drunk nearly as much that night which led to her hearing a noise, almost like a mewl of a young animal. Upon some investigating, a crusty black kitten emerged from rummaging in a dumpster. It waltzed up to Kara’s feet and sat in front of her – or more like fell with its klutziness. Green eyes pierced through the fog of night. The moment Kara scooped it up in her arms, ignoring the grime smearing over her clothes, their connection was sealed.
She loved Streaky to death. Streaky loved her to death. He was her little shadow whenever she and him were at home at the same time. Said cat was missing from her apartment – again.
To this day, Kara didn’t understand how Streaky kept escaping her apartment. She always checked that all the locks on doors, windows, and every other possible escape route were locked before she left. At least once a month, he slipped out. Sometimes he’d linger in the hallway and beg for food from her neighbors only for it to be snubbed if they took pity on him – he was particular about his food. Sometimes he’d go on an adventure across National City, and it’d be days before they were reunited.
After his first escape, Kara put a collar on him with a tracker to lessen her anxiety about his disappearance. It didn’t help because he figured out how to slip the collar off and left it on her doorstep to provoke her. Four more failed attempts later, Kara gave up on the collar and tracker.
She loved that damn cat, but that damn cat was going to give her premature grey hairs. It was like he had a second identity to fight crime that he couldn’t tell her about.
Kara picked herself up and grabbed a few cans of his favorite cat food and a bag of treats. She could only hope he was on a nearby street and could find him herself. Her name and Streaky’s were popular around the online community. She worried that she was going to have animal protective services banging on her door if this kept happening.
If only she knew how he kept escaping her apartment and more importantly, why.
Nary a night went by when Lena didn’t work until at least midnight. Before her mother and brother committed their heinous crimes, she figured it’d be in a lab and making technological breakthroughs. She wouldn’t have minded that and actually be the one to make the breakthrough. Instead, she was chained to a desk, mulling over dozens of business and legal reports and appeasing the shareholders. Not exactly what she envisioned for her future.
It wasn’t like she had friends or family waiting up for her. This entirely unhealthy work style helped her forget how lonely her life was, how she didn’t have anyone waiting for her at home.
Being brought up as a Luthor, she grew up with cold, distant relationships. That same mindset bled into her adulthood. More feared her than genuinely cared for. In all honesty, Lena could count on one hand the number of people who she could consider more than acquaintances, but not quite friends. Lena knew some of the blame was on herself and inability to be truly vulnerable with anyone. The rest of the blame was on her family and name. The world saw her as a vicious, heartless business bitch yet all she desired after an honest day’s work was to be welcomed home with a glass of her favorite red and a kiss to the cheek. That was too much to ask for from a Luthor.
It wasn’t often these domestic thoughts popped into her head. Lillian’s voice berated her on the rare occasions they did. That she was a stain on the Luthor name and legacy. That she didn’t deserve to be happy or find love for pulling the carpet right out from under them. That everything Lena endured now was a result of her foolish actions. She deserved every obstacle, every criticism, and every slur for her betrayal.
Had she stayed in line, obediently followed her crooked brother and emotionally manipulative mother, she could’ve holed herself in her labs all day. She could’ve – should’ve – stayed behind the scenes. If she did, she could’ve been the Director of Research and Development in a few years’ time. The guilt of staying silent, turning a blind eye, Lena knew she couldn’t have in good faith led that life. So, she accepted this faith long ago for what it was. She chose this path.
It wasn’t uncommon for Lena to make a bed out of her office couch by this time of night. Something pulled her away from the couch despite the drooping of her eyes. Her back gleefully celebrated the small victory by popping a bottle of champagne and confetti rained down when she averted her eyes and locked her office behind her. Lillian’s presence lingered in the halls of L-Corp, scoffing at the rebranding even after all these years and daring Lena to falter, that she wasn’t good enough to rebuild the Luthor empire.
Lena shook off her head to ward off her mother, pushing through the lobby doors and seeing her waiting car. The autumn breeze welcoming her caused a sharp tremor to rattle through her and walk faster to the open door and being wrapped up by the warmth inside.
Perhaps it was the transition from summer to autumn, Lena hated the cold, that had her releasing the tension in her shoulders and slumping in her seat and closing her eyes. The gentle rocking of the car shifting into drive and the familiar route back to her home almost lulled her to sleep.
In a very un-Luthor like maneuver, Lena toed off her heels, lightly kicking them to the side. A low, animal like growl rattled around the interior and snapped her eyes open. She searched the backseat, looking to see what that sound was and spotted a black cat in the corner. It matched the design and upholstery perfectly, sans a pair of striking green eyes narrowed at her, deciding whether Lena was friend or foe.
Animals were not an area of expertise for Lena. Lillian despised the one stuffed bear that she had, the last piece of her life before she was taken in by the Luthors. A real and living animal was out of the question. Lena answered to no one in her personal life, but considering her hectic schedule, adopting an animal wouldn’t be fair. Even a fish required significant care. Hiring someone to tend to the animal was an option, but that reminded her too much of her own cold upbringing.
Lena didn’t despise animals like Lillian. She just didn’t know how to connect or bond with them properly. Much like humans. She couldn’t explain it, but something about seeing that small animal cowering in fear in the corner tugged at her heartstrings. Maybe it reminded her of herself when she was forced into the Luthor mansion? Scared, alone, and just trying to survive whatever was thrown at her.
Given Lena’s lack of experience with animals, she leaned over and attempted to reach out to soothe the cat. The swift movement caused the feline to release another hiss and smack the back of Lena’s hand. Lena echoed the cat’s hiss, watching the broken skin fill with blood.
“You’re just a scared little pussycat.” She chuckled as she processed another thought, rubbing her broken skin. A smile crept on her lips as she refused to back down. “You’re no match to the men I deal with daily.”
Another angle was needed. She had no food to win its trust. The second attempt, she slowly scooted closer, letting the cat decide if it was acceptable or not.
The next step was to reach her hand out again. First, she rested her hand on her knee and within the sight of the cat. She repeated the same process again with her wounded hand, slowly creeping up until her fingertips were within the cat’s nose.
She paused again, waiting out this cat and mouse game. It was up to the cat to accept or decline her touch. To Lena’s surprise, the cat sniffed her hand and headbutted it this time. Its head was soft, but grimy, a clear sign that it had spent time on the streets.
She was theorizing what the feline’s story was and how it wound up in her town car and when that occurred. It couldn’t have been for too long. It didn’t reek of urine or feces and no damage was noticeable. A yelp jumped from her throat in the middle of her theorizing as said feline hopped up onto her lap and decided she was a friend and made itself cozy there.
Green eyes bulged out, treading into unfamiliar territory. They were almost to her penthouse. She wasn’t about to kick the poor thing to the curb like her mother and brother would do. The cat didn’t ask for this situation. It was innocent and just looking for the basics in life.
She was so caught up in figuring out how to approach this when Frank opened her door.
“Miss Luthor?” Surprised filled his voice, leaning down for a better view of the unusual scene before him. “May I ask where that cat came from?”
“I have no idea,” she replied, chuckling beneath her breath at the absurdity of this whole situation. Without thinking, she scratched behind its ear and felt its claws curling into her thigh. It almost felt comforting.
She knew what she had to do.
3am and Lena Luthor were very familiar with each other. However, 3am, Lena Luthor, and an unfamiliar feline were not very familiar, friendly, or patient with each other.
“Damn cat,” Lena muttered, pondering why children begged their parents for these creatures. She didn’t want to admit it, but maybe her mother had a point about animals. That thought alone left a bad taste in her mouth and decided to reevaluate that idea when she wasn’t dead on her feet. “Aren’t you hungry or thirsty?”
By some miracle, Lena was able to sweep the cat up and into her penthouse without any harm done to either of them. It was only when she lifted it up that she realized the cat wasn’t as small as it projected itself to be. She was almost sure this cat belonged to someone. That or it found the best dumpsters in all of National City to feast on to be as heavy as it was. It reminded her that she needed to lift some dumbbells every once in a while.
Frank had returned with some cat food, litter box, and other basic items at Lena’s request. She had no idea how long it would take to locate the cat’s owner, if it had one. Taking it to the shelter in the morning was an option, but Lena didn’t have the heart to abandon it and leave the cat’s fate to a gamble. No, she wasn’t about to be like her family.
But she was going to question her sanity soon.
“Oh, real classy,” she scolded, glaring down at the cat cleansing its behind. “You’ll lick your own ass, but won’t eat this decadent cat food or the imported cheese I’ve offered you?”
Her pristine guest bathroom was littered with several open cans of cat food, a plate of tiny pieces of cheese, and a bowl of her finest water. Apparently, the cat wanted to be a spawn of the devil and go on a hunger and water strike.
“Fine, suit yourself.”
It was late, and her patience was wearing thin. Lena needed at least a couple hours of rest before going back to the office. Whether the cat needed the bathroom light on or not took more time than Lena will ever admit, but left it on. She challenged the feline that refused her offerings one last time and went as far as motioning that she was watching it, not that the cat understood what it meant, and finally closed the door.
The moment her back met the bed, having only enough energy for a fast shower and slip on a pair of silk pajamas, she fell into a deep slumber that felt like only two seconds. Even for Lena, two hours of sleep was ridiculous. What was even more ridiculous was the fuzzy creature sleeping on her forehead.
“What the hell?” Lena shrieked, wide awake and shooting up off the bed. Doing so inadvertently sent the cat flying into her headboard. “I locked you in the bathroom! How did you get out?!”
The viciously whipping and puffed-up tail and back clearly showed the cat was pissed off. Frankly, Lena was pissed off too. Waking up with a black monstrosity curled up on her head wasn’t something she ever wanted to experience in her lifetime.
She grabbed the pissed cat, surprised it didn’t try striking her again, and set it back in the bathroom where the food remained untouched. Somehow, the bathroom door came unlatched and gave her increasingly irritating house guest free reign of her penthouse. Of all the places it could’ve chose, it chose her face.
“You!” Lena emphatically pointed, leaning down with her business bitch expression. “Stay in here! I don’t know how you got out, but you are to remain in here until I figure out what to do with you next.”
She slammed the door for extra emphasis and to release some of her annoyance. She didn’t have time to investigate the situation and hurried to ready herself for the workday. Though it was Friday and technically the weekend in a day, work never stopped for Lena. But the weekends were on the lighter side so that’s when she’d handle the cat.
The entire day Lena was on edge. She was known to be sharp, quick witted, and a bitch sometimes, but the lack of sleep and knowing there was a creature inside her home that was alluding her somehow angered her business persona. She wasn’t deaf or blind and her colleagues were not as subtle as they thought they were.
Towards the end of the day, Lena and Jess were briefing over her schedule for the next week and what had priority in terms of new meeting requests. Their meeting was winding down when Jess asked a final time if there was anything else Lena required before she returned to her desk.
“Figure out this damn cat’s problem,” she muttered, having no intention of telling Jess about the cat and about to dismiss her.
“Cat?” Jess probed. “Did someone bring a cat to L-Corp?”
“No, there’s a bastard cat in my apartment.” Lena sighed, slumping in her chair and pinching the bridge of her nose. “Its ass was my wakeup call.”
It didn’t take much for Lena to go on a passionate rant about the cat that somehow crossed paths with Lena. It explained the wound on the back of Lena’s hand and extra crabbiness for the day. She spent a particularly long time complaining about the untouched cat food and wasted cheese and water on her bathroom floor. If Jess didn’t know any better, she’d think Lena owned the cat or was a cat lover.
“I need to find its owner,” Lena grumbled, looking at the ceiling like a name would suddenly appear.
“If I may?” Jess hinted, continuing after Lena’s nod. “If this cat is well-loved and owned like you suspect, it should be microchipped with the owner’s information. I can schedule you a vet appointment as soon as I get to my desk to get it checked out so you can return it to its owner.”
“Microchipped?” Lena slowly repeated like it was a new word. Laughter rose up her chest and out of her mouth, in disbelief she didn’t think of that herself. She should’ve known. “I’m showing just how ignorant of animal care I am, aren’t I?”
“Maybe a little.” Jess holds her thumb and index finger a few centimeters apart, a tiny smile on her lips. “I’ll make you an appointment and you can be hopefully rid of your house guest by tonight.”
Lena had a suspicion that Jess had to bribe a vet to stay a little later and made the appointment at a reasonable hour to get her out of the office before the sun set. Thankfully, when she used the biometrics to open up her door, she found her apartment unscathed and the little menace was laying in the bathroom sink, black hair spilling over the edge.
She raised an eyebrow at the strange behavior, but then had a startling thought. How was she going to transport the animal to the vet?
There wasn’t time to request Frank to purchase an animal carrier. The Internet was of no help either. Some suggested a pillow case, but Lena was not about to risk the cat ripping open one of her expensive pillow cases mid-trip and unleashing hell within a confined space. The only other viable option according to the people of the Internet was an old handbag.
A faceoff between the two of them ensued. Lena, standing before the feline with the handbag open and ready next to the sink, and the cat, anticipating what Lena intended to do with the bag. Its ears twitched, flattening out, and shrunk in the sink like it’d help not to be seen.
“I can’t tell if you’re the smartest or the dumbest cat I’ve ever seen,” Lena told it, creeping up and preparing to snatch the cat up. “You’re awfully-“
She never finished the sentence and snatched the cat into her arms. Surprisingly, it didn’t react besides a tiny mewl. The reflection of them caught Lena’s eyes. The cat wasn’t exactly relaxed, but at least it wasn’t being a demon. She took a chance and stroked its back which seemed to help it relax…right into her cleavage.
“That…is the most action I’ve seen in months,” Lena muttered, highly disappointed. “You’re a boob pussycat?”
Black fur blended into her black business suit perfectly. Its eyes weren’t even visible. Oh, but what a picture that would be if they were. Lena imagined posing for a photographer, cold and serious expression on her face and blazing green eyes glaring through the lens. They’d make quite an imposing team. She’d make a lovely mob boss in a movie. For reality, she was certain it’d make quite a statement as business bitch with a feracious mini black panther in her arms.
“Okay, in you go.” Lena tried coaxing the feline out of her boobs and into the handbag – which she equipped with an old t-shirt – but proved unsuccessful. Its claws dug into the fabric of her suit and buried its face further into her cleavage. “You are a little menace. I have to deal with old arrogant businessmen openly gawking at my boobs and you’re going to add another tally to that.”
Lena managed to outwit the feline. With the bag on the floor and a series of maneuvers onto her knees and enclosing the bag around the cat still clinging to her chest, the final nail was getting on all fours and shaking with the help of gravity to be released. It cost a few holes in her dress shirt, a whole mass of fur sticking to it, and she suspected a few more claw marks on her breasts, but she was free at last. Too bad Lena wasn’t able to witness if cats did, in fact, land on their feet, the bag too dark and prioritized closing it to observe.
It was time to find the cat’s owner.
Showing up at the vet with the cat in a handbag wasn’t well received. Apparently, it was frowned upon. Lena did have the foresight to at least leave it open a little for air and to keep her eyes on it, green eyes the only thing that could pierce the shadows.
She blamed her upbringing for not educating her on proper animal etiquette.
Lena brushed off her ignorance on the matter with the good news: this cat – Streaky, how original – decided he wanted to roam around the streets of National City while his National City owner was panicked and trying to locate him. The vet immediately called his owner who was to arrive any minute. Lena was free to leave, but she was curious to know more about the cat that she somehow developed a love-hate relationship with in twenty-four hours.
“Streaky,” Lena echoed over and over. He seemed to recognize his name and allowed Lena to stroke him from the top of his head to his tailbone. The hair that collected on her hand and fly around them was beginning to irritate Lena’s nose, but in a short bit, she wouldn’t see him ever again. “You are a confusing creature. Did you run away to get some action?”
She hadn’t even bother to see if it was a male or female before the vet, and the vet hadn’t mentioned anything about his physical anatomy. Being the diligent businesswoman and former scientist she was, she leaned back in an attempt to see if Streaky was intact and getting more action than she was.
“Streaky!”
And that was how a blonde woman crashing into the room was reunited with her cat – Lena, lifting Streaky’s tail up without any complaints and examining his ass with her untrained eyes.
The woman immediately halted like an invisible wall was erected in front of her. The deep blues of her eyes ensnared Lena in a spell, making her mouth go dry. The woman’s eyes shifted from Lena to her holding up Streaky’s tail, tilting her head at the odd situation. Streaky was completely oblivious to their silent exchange. The familiar smell and his mother’s appearance had Streaky chirping and leaping from the table and onto the ground, rubbing all up against the woman’s shins and stretching all over her.
“Streaky!” the woman repeated, bending down and effortlessly lifting him up into her arms and holding him like a baby. She poked him in the nose a few times and then proceeded to kiss him several times. “This behavior is absolutely unacceptable! You can’t keep running away!”
His scolding went on for a little bit. Lena observed the whole interaction, seeing firsthand the bond between animal and owner and the baby-like talk towards the animal that Lena’s only ever seen in videos. Her own voice never faltered to that intonation and reminded her how out of touch she was with that kind of relationship. Watching the reunion was actually sweet and warmed Lena’s heart. Streaky, as annoying as he was, was clearly loved by the woman.
When Lena cleared her throat, that’s when the woman seemed to remember there was someone else in the room.
“Golly, I’m so sorry!” she apologized, stepping closer to Lena. “You’re the one who-“ The woman’s eyebrows dipped down, deep in examination of Lena’s face. Lena shot back, recognizing what was happening. But somehow, the way she was doing it with those gorgeous blue eyes wasn’t as unsettling as it usually was. “Lena Luthor?”
“Yes, pleasure to meet you.” Lena stood up and held her hand out as she usually did. Then she realized the woman’s hands were otherwise occupied with the cat and felt a flush creeping up on her cheeks. To her surprise, the woman shuffled Streaky in her arms to free a hand and shake Lena’s. If this was any other individual, Lena would segway back to the topic at hand, but she wanted more information about the attractive blonde. “And you are?”
The woman’s face flushed a deep red and buried itself in Streaky’s mass of hair. “I am so sorry! He’s been gone almost a week this time, and I’m just so happy he was found. I’m Kara Danvers.”
“This time?” Lena repeated, her curiosity exploding inside of her and rudely ignoring her introduction.
“Streaky,” Kara began, stroking his belly which earns her a headbutt into her chest, “has a tendency to find ways to escape. I’m not sure why he keeps escaping, but everything I’ve tried always fails. I’ve even tried putting a tracker on him, but he’s smart enough to get any collar over his neck too.”
“That’s quite an intelligent cat.” Lena shook her head in disbelief as child-like glee filled her. She wasn’t crazy. She didn’t forget to shut the door all the way. Streaky was Houdini, reincarnated as a cat.
“He is. This is kind of routine,” Kara revealed, embarrassment clear in her voice. “The general public may know me better as Streaky’s owner rather than a reporter.”
Before Lena had a chance to respond, the vet returned and promptly nudged them out into the lobby to get them to leave. As Kara easily dropped Streaky into a proper cat carrier that Lena failed to notice earlier, Lena slipped the vet an additional tip without Kara noticing.
Once they were outside and the vet bounded off to start his weekend, Lena and Kara lingered. Streaky seemed content, laying his head down and purring even if Lena listened closely enough over the hum of National City.
“I still can’t thank you enough,” Kara gushed, immense gratitude swimming in her eyes. “How can I repay you, Miss Luthor?”
Hearing her name snapped Lena out of her daze. “Please, call me Lena. There is no need to repay me…” Lena did have one request that wasn’t monetary. It would make her sound like a creep though. There was no way that she could actually- “But you said he’s a repeat escapee? I’m interested in examining Streaky’s natural habitat.” A natural silent beat fell between them. Lena had to fill it with a boot shoved up her mouth. “I promise, I am not nefarious like my mother or brother and will not do you or Streaky any harm.”
In that moment, Lena just wanted to turn on her heel and never see this woman or cat again. Kara Danvers clearly recognized her likely due to her job – Lena didn’t forget that tidbit of information. The name wasn’t familiar though. She was certain she’d remember if Kara ever interviewed her or if she was a ruthless reporter asking the hard questions.
Confusion twisted her pretty features and revealed a scar in between her eyebrows, some childhood accident Lena hypothesized. They quickly unraveled and morphed into a bright, giddy expression.
“Let’s have dinner at my place! As a thank you for capturing Streaky and you can see how he acts at home.”
A nod was all Lena could do before Kara took her hand and practically skipped them away.