Barry, TEN-
“-which is your alien name. Because you're an alien, which I think is very cool.” Barry grinned, Kara laughing. He hummed, before motioning back towards National City. “And good job getting the girl, too.”
Kara made a confused face, though kept her happy smile, “The girl?”
Barry nodded, “Yeah – that blonde lady. She’s a keeper. Good on you.” He put his fist out for a fist-bump, which Kara very slowly gave.
“…do you mean Miss Grant?”
“Is that her name?” Barry questioned, “So if you two got married, you’d be Kara Grant? But wait – your actual alien name is Kara Zor-El, so, like, do you have different naming traditions or-”
“Barry, slow down,” Kara put up her hands, “I am not in a relationship with Cat Grant.”
Barry shook his head, “I get it, you’ll get in trouble – she’s your boss, after all.” Kara spluttered, before he waved her off, “Come on. Time to speed things up.” He got ready to race, and – still baffled – Kara came up beside him, readying herself.
“On your marks…”
“Get set-”
“Go!”
Ten.
Carter didn’t trust easily, so in other words, Kara was brilliant. She was nice, and friendly, and pretty, and was so obviously in love with his mom, but yet didn’t have a clue. Carter was sure that his mom loved Kara back just as much, if not more, from what he could tell, but getting them together was another matter entirely.
So, he went to the only person he knew that knew them both: Winn.
Winn, once he’d been told what was going on, seemed pretty confused. Carter explained again, but apparently that wasn’t it. “There is no way that Miss Grant and Kara are- are in love with each other! It’s…it’s…impossible…?” And yes, Carter had heard the questioning lilt to his words, and using his inborn Grant-ness, Winn was quickly convinced, if not recruited, to his plan.
“So what do you want to do?” Winn asked. Carter pursed his lips.
“Locking them in a room together could work. It’s a cliché, but if-”
“It won’t work,” Winn interrupted, shaking his head, stuttering slightly as he spoke, “Kara- Kara would get them both out. She- she takes kickboxing classes. She’d kick down the door, and they’re pretty flimsy.” Carter’s nose scrunched up, wondering what was wrong with him before he spoke again.
“The elevator, then. We can sabotage the phone, steal my mom’s mobile, and Kara’s mobile, and stop the elevator between floors. You’re good with computers, you can do it. They’re separate from the normal lift controls, I think.”
“Are you sure about this?” Winn questioned, looking around nervously. Carter nodded.
“Can you do your part?”
“Uh, yeah, I can, but Kara doesn’t go into your mom’s elevator for no reason.” Winn looked around again, pausing, “Hey Carter, if I told you that your mom was approaching right now, would we be able to continue our conversation later?”
Carter’s eyes widened, before he spun to see his mother approaching as Winn said he was, coffee in hand. She frowned at the sight of him.
“Why aren’t you in school?”