Chapter 26
A soft knock sounded on her door nearly an hour later, and Kara peeked through and confirmed it was her mother on the other side with her bags sitting at her feet. “Mom,” Kara cried as she opened the door. “Are you okay?” She pulled the older woman into the apartment and let her X-Ray vision check Cat for breaks or fractures.
“A little banged up and bruised, but nothing I can’t handle,” Cat sniffed, “Not like those years I spent as a war correspondent. But what about you, are you alright?”
“I wasn’t the one in a falling plane!”
“No, but you were the one holding it in the sky,” the woman countered. “You looked like you were struggling.”
“I-” Kara blinked, “I still have problems controlling myself when I’m under emotional strain, I used too much energy. I was… I was so scared Mom.” Tears started burning down her cheeks and she tried to wipe them away with no success, “I was afraid I wouldn’t get there in time, afraid that I wouldn’t be able to do it…”
“Ssshhh, Kara, sssshhh, you got to the plane in time, you saved everyone, made sure the plane landed safely, you did that,” Cat soothed, hugging the girl.
Kara barked out a laugh, “I really shouldn’t be the one having to be consoled, you were the one in a crashing plane, I should be comforting you.”
“We’ve both had a rough night,” the older woman laughed a little, tears staining the sound, “How about we agree that we need to comfort each other?”
Before Kara could reply, Carter stirred on the couch, blinking his eyes as he rejoined the waking world. Blue eyes a shade duller and darker than Kara’s landed on the two blondes and he immediately bolted from the couch. “Mom!” The boy’s arms encircled the woman’s waist as he cried tears of relief and fear into her chest.
Cat hugged the boy, combing fingers through soft curls before looking up at Kara again. “I better take him home.”
“You both can stay here,” Kara offered, thinking though on where she would put everyone.
The older blonde just waved her hand, “No, you know Carter does better in his own room around his things when he’s been emotional like this, and I really would like to sleep in my own bed tonight. Besides, Lena is here as well, where would you put us all?”
Kara acquiesced but protested when Cat pulled out her phone, “Let me fly you both home at least so you don’t have to take a cab with your bags.”
“I’m calling my driving services and having them take me back to the penthouse Kara, it’s not a big deal, and besides, you’re exhausted, you stay here and rest, fuel up.” She located her purse and dug a few twenties out of her wallet and handed them to Kara. “Take these, order some food, refuel, please.” Her phone rang, signaling that her driver was waiting outside, and Kara helped Cat and Carter with their bags down to the vehicle.
“Are you sure you’re alright?” Kara asked as she helped bundle her mother and brother into the waiting black car. “You don’t want me to see you home?”
“We’ll be fine Kara, you can track us all the way back to the penthouse if you want, but you need rest,” Cat insisted, pushing the younger woman back to the building. “Lena is in there, talk with your best friend, decompress, I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”
“You’re going to go to work the day after surviving a major plane crash?”
“It’ll be a half day, can’t let them believe that this rattled me,” the woman replied. “Now go, get some rest. If you need to take tomorrow off, take it.”
“You need to take tomorrow off, I’ll be fine with some sunshine in the morning.” Kara helped her mother into the car. “But since you’re stubborn, I’ll see you tomorrow. Be safe.” She shut the door and waved the driver off, watching as it disappeared into traffic and using her senses to track the car. She kept the sound in the back of her mind as she returned to her apartment and found Lena ordering food from their favorite restaurants.
“I don’t know about you,” the brunette said when she hung up the phone. “But I’m exhausted, that was an emotionally exhausting day. I can’t think of anything better to do than binge watch our favorite show on Netflix for the rest of the night and stuff ourselves silly.”
Kara sighed as she melted into the couch next to her best friend, and snuggled into Lena’s side. “That sounds like a fantastic idea, I just need something mindless to watch though, nothing super complicated.”
“Parks and Rec?”
“Perfect.”
Kara hesitantly stepped out of the elevator onto the executive floor of CatCo offices, clutching a carrying tray of coffee in her left hand and her tablet and folders in her right. Images of her carrying the plane or crumpled on the ground were splashed all over the TV screens with different media outlets contemplating who the mysterious person was and how they managed to save the plane. Kara was terrified that someone had gotten a good shot of her face and she would have to start wearing glasses like her cousin, as if that was a good disguise. Her eyes flitted to each of the screens and to the people in the office, thankfully no one seemed the wiser and the images all showed a figure in a large black hoodie with long strands of hair falling down from inside the hood. People were still speculating on whether the figure was male or female, while some of the trashy, gossip magazines were commenting on the choice of a National City Renegades hoodie. The blonde rolled her eyes at the stupidity of it all.
“Hey Kara,” Winn greeted from his desk, his chair tilted all the way back so he could watch the screens. “Did you see the pics of our new resident superhero?”
“Resident superhero?” Kara repeated, “All they did was save a plane.”
“That's true, that was a little eh, already been done, but they managed to steer it back to the airport and land it safely with minimal damage to the plane, that's pretty impressive.Though how can they be taken seriously without a real suit?”
Kara was about to reply when she heard her mother's heartbeat in the elevator and she snapped to attention at her desk. “She's here,” she said, turning her attention to the elevator.
Winn nearly fell out of his chair as he scrambled to his feet, “How do you do that…” His words trailed off and all sound in the office apart from the multiple screens stopped as Cat Grant strolled out of her elevator.
“Good morning Ms. Grant,” everyone in the office intoned and Kara had her mother’s latte hot and ready for her.
“I want everyone looking into the accident last night and whoever saved the plane,” Cat ordered, taking her offered latte out of Kara’s hand. “Call the reporting department and get Snapper up here, I want to know everything about what happened, from the very minute the plane took off, what happened to cause it to crash, and finally who saved it and how. Why we don’t have some of these answers and why don’t we have better pictures than the grainy cell phone images annoys me.”
“But it literally happened last night Ms. Grant,” one of the reporters lingering on the top floor protested and Cat turned her glare on the man, silencing him.
“If you need to be reminded, I was on that plane last night, and I managed to get the story that you see flashing on the screen and being sent to the printers as we speak with a first hand account from myself and several others.”
“We do need sleep Ms. Grant,” the reporter said.
“Sleep is for slackers Decker.”
“It’s Devin-”
“David,” Cat continued, glaring him into complicit silence. “Now get out there and find the story. The rest of you stay on it, but don’t slack off on other issues in the city. Where is Snapper?”
“He’s on his way up Ms. Grant,” Kara replied trying to defuse the situation.
“Send him in when he gets here,” Cat ordered, “And I want all of the department heads in my office.”
“I will call them,” the younger blonde promised, already pulling out her company phone and dialing the numbers of the different department heads. Snapper showed up a few minutes later and he brushed passed her as usual, but Kara ignored it in favor of wrangling the department heads to get them in Cat’s office as soon as she could. Cat had hired Snapper away from the Daily Planet a few months ago, and while the man wasn’t polite or agreeable to work with, he was whipping the reporters into shape, getting them to write something more meaningful, more newsworthy than what they had been doing. It made her job as Ca’s assistant and gate keeper much easier since the articles only had to go through editing once before she got them, and it took her less time to edit them further to make them presentable. She wondered why Snapper agreed to work for Cat if he hated everything about National City and the west coast only slightly more than working for Cat Grant, but Kara heard him mumbling one day about ex-wives and ‘vicious soul-sucking harpies’ and she decided it best not to question him.
The department heads trickled in after Snapper arrived and Cat gave him the precise order to get his reporters working on the story or she would have to do it herself… again. Kara worried that with Cat giving the marching orders to find out who the person that saved the plane was that she would actually succeed. While she had never worried about Cat mixing her private and professional lives before, this was a murky subject seeing as she very publicly saved her mother’s falling plane. She wasn’t even sure yet if she wanted to be a superhero, making anonymous tips to the police and the press (CatCo) had been enough for her, but now… Kara would have to think more on what she wanted, if she had time to think about it.
“Keira!” Cat bellowed and Kara snapped back to attention, realizing that the woman had finished meeting with the heads and sent them scurrying back to their offices. She rushed into the woman’s office, tucking an errant strand of blonde hair behind her ear as she went. “I’ll be interviewing for the open position as the head of the art department, make sure I have time blocked out to complete the interviews.”
“Don’t HR and the other department heads handle these interviews?” Kara asked without thinking, ducking her head down when Cat sent her slight glare.
“I can’t trust them to do it properly since the colossal mess they made the last time,” Cat scoffed, “I will be conducting the interviews, and in the meantime, go get the layouts for the next issue.”
“Yes Ms. Grant,” Kara replied, rushing out of the door. It has been interesting working for her mother, but it wasn’t without rewards. She was able to reduce Cat’s stress levels and get her home at a reasonable time to spend more time with Carter, which was a blessing since he was having a hard time at school recently and Kara wished he would talk to their mother about it. “Chop chop Keira!” She heard Cat yell out again, and Kara shifted into a fast walk, rushing towards the stairs and out of sight.
Cat sat back in her chair as she stared after her daughter. She wondered if she would ever report about a new superhero in National City and how she would handle it. She wouldn’t put Kara in danger, but she also wouldn’t ignore the story since that might draw more attention to it than was needed. No, she could control the narrative if she got to it first. Cat only wondered if she would need to, Kara still looked conflicted on what she would do, and she knew that she wouldn’t be able to help her with this decision. It was life changing and something that Kara had to decide for herself.
Kara spent the rest of the morning rushing around, blocking Cat’s schedule off and trying to ignore the screens that continued flashing pictures of her and the plane. It was the hottest news in National City and the only thing anyone could talk about. She fielded several calls from other news organizations wanting to speak with Cat or get a quote from her about what it was like on the plane. She was the most well known person on the plane, so a quote from her would’ve been gold for their stories. Of course Cat wasn’t speaking to anyone, and the only quote she put in her own story was that she was going to make sure her jet wasn’t in for repairs the next time she needed to fly.
The blonde girl slumped tiredly through her door and was immediately bombarded by Krypto coming over for his regular snuggles and demanding to be taken out for his walk. She took the dog to the park for his walk, returning to her apartment an hour later to find food for the both of them. Taking a large, pre-cooked pan of lasagna out of the refrigerator, Kara tossed it in the oven before digging Kryptos food out for him and setting it on the balcony so he could enjoy the smell of National City after a good rainstorm.
She flopped on the couch, waiting for her food to cook and turned Hulu to a random nature documentary. Her phone started buzzing where she left it on her end table and she reached blindly behind her for the device. “Hello?” She sighed, the end of her word falling away a bit.
“You could’ve given me a bit of a warning that you were planning on coming out as a superhero?” Kate’s voice came through the phone, along with garbled bits of other voices and static.
“I wasn’t exactly planning it, you can’t plan a plane crash, well I guess you can, but not saving one,” Kara defended, propping herself up on the arm of the couch. “Where are you, you sound… garbled?”
“Hmm, oh I’m in Istanbul tracking some criminals.”
“Doesn’t explain why you sound so garbled, technology has improved to the point where distance doesn’t bother sound.” A loud screech and a whirl came through the speaker and Kara glanced at her phone to make sure the call was still connected, “Kate?”
“What? Oh sorry, the car next to me just got a little too close.” The redhead sounded slightly winded and Kara could still hear a rush of air.
“Kate, are you hanging onto the side of a car?”
“What? No, don’t be ridiculous, that would be crazy, no. Enough of me, back to you, how did it feel? Saving the plane and all that?”
“Mom was on the plane so I didn’t have any choice but not to save it.” She heard tires squealing and Kate cursing a bit, “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, continue, Cat was on the plane? She’s okay though right?”
“Back in the office today reigning over her empire,” Kara replied. “Carter was rattled, Mom was too but you know that Cat Grant never shows fear.”
“You’re sure she’s not an alien? Woman has balls of brass, anyway, how did it feel saving the plane?”
Kara sighed, but a giddy feeling coursed through her as she remembered the adrenaline of catching the falling plane. “Good, really good,” she murmured, “But I don’t know if I’m ready for this, for being a hero, aren’t there enough heroes in the world? I mean there’s you, Batman and his family, my cousin, Wonder Woman, Aquaman, Green Lantern, and then there’s been tales of vigilantes in Star City…”
“None of them are you Kara,” Kate interrupted, “None of us are as good and kind as you are, though we do try. You’re a true hero Kara, one that didn’t need to don a fancy suit in order to be one. Yes you can beat up and put away bad guys, but the compassion you carry in you for people is amazing and the hope you’ll be able to bring to them. You can do things than none of the rest of us can, really reach people.”
“Kate…”
“If you want to keep doing what you’re doing to help people, I will understand, and so will all of your friend, but the world will miss out on a great hero.”
“I, thanks Kate,” Kara murmured, her brow furrowing when she heard a crashing sound through the phone and the whirl of wind stopped. “Kate?”
“I’m fine, but I should probably go, I’ll talk to you later okay?”
“Try not to die Kate,” Kara said, hanging up the phone. Kate’s words whirled through her mind and she continued turning them over as she got her lasagna out of the oven and started digging into the pan with a fork. Was she ready to be a hero and was she doing it for the right reasons? She loved the feeling of adrenaline pumping through her as she fought to keep the plane elevated, but should she become a hero because she loves the feeling or because she actually wants to help people?
She wanted to help people, to help other aliens trying to live peacefully in the city, to help all of them live together. A knock came at the door and Kara glanced through the wood, rolling her eyes as she got up to answer it. “Don’t you have your own apartment?” She asked as Lena bustled through the door carrying a large bag. “In fact I think it’s a penthouse apartment, I should know, I helped you pick it out.”
“Your apartment feels more lived in,” Lena replied, flopping down on the couch and scratching Krypto behind his ears when he came over to greet her.
“Probably because you’re never in yours, you’re either working or over here,” Kara countered.
Lena paused and nodded her head, “I can concede to that, do you have another fork?”
Kara sighed and handed Lena a fork, and the brunette woman started picking through the lasagna she hadn’t eaten yet. “Next movie night we’re having it on your place. I’m bringing Krypto and he can help break in some of your furniture. I can’t believe you almost bought that hideously uncomfortable couch.”
“It matched the recliner I wanted wonderfully.”
“Which was also uncomfortable, you would’ve never sat on the furniture ever.”
Lena shrugged, “I like being over here anyway, but I did buy furniture that was comfy enough but also worked with my style aesthetic.” She held the pan of lasagna out to Kara, “You want the rest of this? You have any wine?”
“There’s a bottle of wine in the fridge and whatever I confiscated from Mom’s office in the cabinet,” Kara replied, taking the pan back from Lena and devouring the remnants of her dinner. Lena strolled into the kitchen and retrieved the wine and a few glasses before returning to the couch and filling them up.
“Both of these are for me by the way,” Lena said, taking both glasses and setting them on the end table next to her.
“Was there a reason you came over here other than to eat my food and steal my wine?” Kara poked at Lena with her foot before speeding to her bedroom to change her clothes.
Lena took a gulp of the wine, ignoring the whoosh of air moving around her sending her hair flying. After ten years of friendship, she was used to Kara using her powers so she just ignored it, pushing her hair back into place when Kara sat down next to her. She set the wine glass down and started rifling through her bag. “I just want you to know,” Lena said, glancing up at her friend, “That I heard you when you said that you weren’t sure if you wanted to be a hero, but I couldn’t resist.” She pulled out a swatch of fabric and held it out to her friend, “I developed a fabric for your suit, if you want a suit that is.”
Kara took the material out of Lena’s hands and moved it between her fingers, feeling the softness of the texture but also the strength woven in each knot. “What is it?”
“Hmm, it’s basically a stronger, lighter version of kevlar, but it’s softer and less bulky in appearance. I’ve been working on it for years, trying to synthesize the formula to create a better material, and I finally had a breakthrough last year. When I setup my secret, private lab once my building was built, I started working on it again, expediting the process, which is why the renaming ceremony and paperwork was delayed so long.”
“You did this for me?”
Lena nodded but added an amendment, “Well, yes initially, but I also wanted to see if it could improve on protections for police officers and the military, but it’s not cost efficient to produce it for those markets. The only ones who would be able to afford it are the people you don’t want having it.”
“How’d you make it, it feels… It feels really soft, smooth kind of.”
“Well it is silk, sort of, if silk was made from genetically enhanced silkworms and reinforced with microscopic nanomachines.”
“Wha- no, nevermind, I don’t want to know. How much do you have?”
The brunette scoffed, “Please, enough to make you a few suits and still have some fabric to spare. I uh… You might hate it, but I dyed the fabric blue and red to match your cousin’s suit. It was the first thing that came to mind and I just went with it, though I have some black fabric dyed as well to make a stealth suit if you need to be sneaky, which you’re entirely incapable of being.”
“I can be sneaky,” Kara defended, pouting.
“And I can shoot lasers out of my eyes,” Lena deadpanned, giving Kara a ‘get serious’ look before turning back to the material. “It doesn’t look or feel like silk, genetically modified silkworms?”
“Don’t ask. It’s thicker than silk and stronger than silk, but it feels nice doesn’t it? I am a genius,” Lena proudly proclaimed, downing one glass of wine before moving on to another. “Only problem is that I have no clue how to design a suit, I’ve got the material covered though, oh and your mask, I’ve been working on your mask too, making it special.” She hummed a bit into her glass before snapping back to the conversation, “Oh right, the fabric is bulletproof, fireproof, weather resistant, doesn’t conduct electricity, and is extremely aerodynamic. It’ll make a great suit, if you decide to use it and figure out how to make one.”
Kara tilted her head back and thought about the problem, shooing Krypto away when he started to nibble on her toes. “Oh, Winn, he can help… probably…”
“What’s a Winn?”
“Not a what, who, Winn, he’s my friend from CatCo, remember I told you about the person that welcomed me the first day?”
“Oh, you mean the guy that has the hopeless crush on you.”
“He doesn’t, nevermind, I remember he said while he majored in computer and software engineering, he has a minor in fashion design.”
“That’s… odd, very odd…” Lena hummed, sipping at her second glass of wine. Kara didn’t voice it out loud, but she thought so too. Apparently her friend helped out alot with the theatrical productions for his high school drama club and it stuck with him through college.
“Have you thought to look for her again?” Lena’s voice broke Kara out of her thoughts.
“What?”
Lena rolled her eyes, “You know, the always present but ever absent missus.” She gestured to the small gold cord just barely seen hanging around Kara’s next, the ring she received in Vegas nestled comfortably between her breasts.
Kara pulled the ring out and held it up to look at it for a moment before letting it fall back against her chest. “I don’t know, I feel like she’s in National City somewhere, still in National City, but I don’t know if I want to find her, disrupt her life with all of my,” she gestured to herself, “alienness.”
“Alien or not, you’re amazing Kara, and she would be stupid not to realize that when you two finally catch up to each other,” Lena replied. “And if you do go through with becoming a superhero, superheroine, then that’s an added bonus.”
“Lena!” Kara cried, shoving her friend lightly.
“What? Who doesn’t love superheroes, all that tight fabric and power, definitely addictive,” Lena murmured, her eyes dazed and unfocused.
The blonde looked at her friend suspiciously, “Is there something you need to tell me?”
“What? No, no, oh look at the time, I have to go, I have an early meeting tomorrow. Renaming a multi-billion dollar company is not easy, if you get Winn on board with making you a suit, bring him around in a few days, it’ll give me an excuse to cancel my meetings for the day, Jess knows to let you in when you’re there.”
“Jess finally moved here? I love Jess, I’ll make sure to get her favorite coffee and pastries as a snack when I’m getting stuff for Cat and drop them off first in the morning,” Kara called after Lena as the brunette walked out the door. Lena just waved and the door clicked behind her on her way out. Kara glanced down at the fabric in her hands before looking at Krypto who jumped on the couch next to her. “Looks like I’m going to be a superhero Krypto,” she murmured, scratching his head. “A protector, just like mother wanted me to become, someone that Mom always knew that I could be.”
It took Kara a few days before she decided to talk to Winn about who she was and if he would help her with her suit. The media outlets in the city continued to speculate about the mysterious figure, and the desperation for another appearance grew until it was almost a tangible feeling in the city. Cat was giving her space to decide on whether she wanted to be a hero or not, but Kara knew that the Tribune was failing and needed something to attract readership again, a new hero in the city would be just the thing to boost sales of the failing newspaper.
While her mother Cat was giving her space, her boss and CEO of CatCo Cat Grant was frothing at the mouth for more information about the mysterious figure all the while interviewing for the art director. Kara briefly marveled at how she was able to wear so many hats at one time, but Cat Grant never did anything by half. “Winn, I need to talk to you on the roof,” Kara whispered to her friend after another meeting where Cat ordered them to continue looking for the mysterious figure, contemplate all avenues of inquiry, including whether or not National City’s tentative hero had any connection with Metropolis’s golden boy.
Kara made her way to the stairwell and was up on the roof staring out at the city before she even heard Winn get up from his chair. She paced a bit on the helipad, which was devoid of the CatCo copters to check the afternoon traffic as the city geared up for rush hour. She wasn’t sure she wanted to do this, but she needed to. She knew that Cat, Carter, Lena, and Kate were all on her side, but she needed someone else, someone who hasn’t known her since coming to Earth, someone more detached from her life.
“Kara? Hey, just whatever you have to say, can you make it quick? I’m not really okay with being up this high,” Winn stuttered out, gesturing around to the other buildings around them, only the current Luthor Corp skyscraper matching CatCo’s in height.
“Okay Winn, I’m going to need you to pay attention,” she said, shaking Winn out of his uneasy stupor. “I’m going to tell you something, something that I pretty much keep on a need to know basis, but you’re my friend and I trust you. I also need help with something and for someone to maybe talk me out of this.”
“Oh my God, you’re a lesbian,” Winn breathed out, a suddenly realization crossing his face. “Oh Kara, that’s why you’re not into me, this is great news!”
“What, no I’m not a lesbian, I’m pansexual, and I’m married, but that’s not what I was going to say-”
“You’re married!” Winn cried, “Why didn’t you tell me, who is he, or she? Them? Do I get to meet them?”
“Winn!” Kara yelled, shaking his shoulders, “Not now, I was trying to tell you that I’m here!” The blank look from Winn had her continuing, “The mysterious figure that saved the plane, that was me!”
Winn continues to stare blankly at her for a moment before chuckling and turning away, “Okay, okay alright, that’s a good one.” Kara sighed and rolled her eyes before pushing up lightly from the ground, grabbing Winn by the collar of his cardigan as she hovered over the helipad. “Wha- Okay, put me down, I believe you, put me down!” The blonde obliged and Winn stumbled a bit as he turned to look at her still hovering in the air. “I just, I, you’re her!” Winn muttered staring at her in shock.
“Yup,” Kara replied before glancing away over the city. “Now I need you to talk me out of being… her….” She waved her hand around a bit to figure out what she wanted to say, but just left it at that.
“Why would you not want to be a hero? It’s the coolest!”
“But it’s also a lot of responsibility, and I don’t know if I’m the right kind of person to be a hero.”
“You’re definitely the right kind of person,” Winn stated, “You’re amazing, kind, compassionate, but you’re tough, what better kind of superhero is there?”
Kara knew that he said was just a repetition of what everyone else in her life had told her, but hearing it from someone that she hadn’t grown up around was important. “Thanks Winn, you’re a good friend.”
His smile flickered a little at the word friend but remembered what she said about being married. He would have to revisit that topic later. “So you said you needed my help with something,” Winn said, recalling her earlier words.
“Oh, right, um, I… I remembered you were got a fashion design minor in college, and I need some help with the suit thing,” Kara replied sheepishly.
“Oh,” Winn blinked before a large grin crossed his face, “Oh I am so there, I need to get some fabric-”
“I’ve got that covered, you just have to come with me after work and promise not to freak out.”
Winn scoffed, “I so don’t freak out…”
“Kara, what are we doing at Luthor Corp?” Winn hissed, looking around the building wide-eyed.
The blonde rolled her eyes and grabbed her friend, dragging him into the elevator with her and pushing the button for the top floor. She went out before work was over to grab some dinner for Lena and Jess, knowing that Lena was still hard at work and Jess wouldn’t leave until she made sure her boss left too. “Hi Jess,” she greeted, dropping one bag of takeout on the woman’s desk. “Is she in there?”
“Yeah, she’s still working on paperwork, so I’m sure you’ll be able to distract her,” Jess waved her in as she took out her box of kung pao tofu.
Kara opened the door and Winn about started hyperventilating. “Oh god,” he said, “You’re Lena Luthor, that’s Lena Luthor, you’re amazing, this is amazing, it’s so amazing to meet you.” His voice was at a higher pitch by the time he finished speaking and Lena looked at him in amusement.
“Nice to know that some people aren’t intimidated by my last name, is that for me?” Lena turned her attention to the bag Kara was carrying and Kara handed it to her friend.
Winn looked between them with a questioning look on his face. “Lena, meet my friend Winn, Winn meet my best friend Lena Luthor,” Kara introduced, watching as his eyes grew wide.
“Wha- no way really?” He squealed, clapping a hand over his mouth. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“We don’t really hide the fact we’re friends so I probably just forgot, we don’t go out much though,” Lena said, in between bites of food. “I haven’t had time recently with relocating Luthor Corp and everything that goes with it.”
The man nodded his head in understanding, “Okay, alright, that makes sense. Anything else you need to tell me?”
“Um, would now be a good time to tell you that Cat is my mother? My adoptive mother anyway…” Kara said sheepishly, watching as Winn’s eyes widened.
“What?!”
“Just wait until she tells you that her cousin is Superman,” Lena snorted into her food and Winn’s eyes near bugged out of his head.
“WHAT?!”