TWO
Two.
Clark adjusted his glasses as he entered the floor, walking over to see Kara at her desk working with a forced focus, but noticeably glancing at Miss Grant every few seconds. Miss Grant herself was studiously ignoring her. No wonder Carter wanted to get them together.
"Denial isn't just a river in Egypt, you know," he said calmly, hands in his pockets. Kara's head jerked up, eyes going wide at the sight of them before a grin spread across her face.
"Kal-El!" She squealed, before getting up out of her desk and just about running to him, jumping up to hug him. Clark caught her weight with ease, grinning and hugging her back, swinging her slightly.
"Hello Kara." He looked over to where Jimmy was coming over, "Jim."
"It's James, now," he smiled, coming over to clap him on the shoulder, "Good to see you, Clark." At a desk to their left, a short man suddenly gaped.
"Wait, Kal-El, Clark- oh my god, it's- uh, uh…Kara's cousin. Hi, Kara's cousin, Clark." Clark's lip twitched.
"You must be Winn." He said, before noticing Cat Grant standing in the doorway of her office. "And must I say Miss Grant, it's a pleasure to see you again."
Cat growled, "Clark Kent, Lois Lane's pet reporter. What are you doing here? And why is Kara hanging off you like a limpet."
In sync, the two Kryptonians blushed, before Clark let go of her, Kara slipping off him to the ground, straightening her shirt and trousers.
"What are you doing here?" Kara questioned, still looking happy, jumping slightly where she stood. Clark had to conceal his smile at her adorableness – he'd have grown up very differently if Kara had raised him, and he might have missed this, seeing her from an adult point of view. But the questions were valid. He glanced at James, who suddenly stopped smiling, glancing at Kara.
"James here gave me a call – also, you spent over six hundred dollars solely on food a couple nights ago out of our shared account from Aunt Eliza." Kara's cheeks pinked, Cat Grant's eyebrow rising.
"I had a party," she squeaked, Clark giving a toothy smile before leaning in, stage-whispering.
"Don't worry about it. If you didn't notice already, I spent four hundred on waffles and syrup." Kara's eyes widened.
"Did you leave any for me?"
Clark raised a single eyebrow. Kara wilted.
"Of course you didn't," she muttered, before Cat spoke up again.
"What did Oswald call you about?"
Clark sobered, glancing between them, "Apparently your son locked him in a room and stole his watch. When I heard the rest of the story though, I was a bit worried for Kara rather than him. And after judging from our account balance, I decided to pay a visit to my favourite baby cousin."
Kara straightened, "Uh, no – you're the baby here, Kal-El. I changed your diapers when I was thirteen," her eyes narrowed, and if they had been in private, Clark might have been amused.
However.
"Thirteen? Somehow I doubt that," Cat Grant narrowed her eyes at him, "I went to college with Lois, she'd never pick up someone fresh out of school."
Clark smirked, "You're assuming that I'm the one younger than I look. Kara's closer to your age than she is mine, Miss Grant- ow!" He pouted at Kara as he rubbed his arm where she'd pinched him.
"Stop talking."
"You're the one who said it first," he wisely intoned, before she hit him again, "Ow. Stop that."
"I'll stop that when you stop talking."
"We'll be here an awfully long time then," Clark grinned, before Cat made a noise of annoyance.
"Kara, take your cousin away from here – take the rest of the day off, even, just make sure he isn't in here. Lois probably put a bug somewhere on that flannel shirt to hear our conversation," she made a shooing motion to Clark, who grinned and tipped his imaginary hat.
"Ma'am," he looked to Kara, turning around. Kara giggled before jumping onto his back, arms going around his neck. Which was when they found themselves looking at a young boy that Clark immediately identified as Carter Grant, by looking through his school bag to the pencilled name on a calculus notebook.
"Kara?"
Kara beamed, "Carter! Meet my cousin, Clark! Clark, this is Carter, Miss Grant's son." Clark brought up a hand to tip his non-existent hat again, smiling softly.
"Nice to meet you, Carter. If you'll excuse us, we have a date with ice-cream and Keeping Up With the Kardashians."
"No we don't! I refuse to watch that show!" Kara shook her head, "X-Files or nothing, Kal-El."
Clark rolled his eyes, before starting to walk towards the elevators. "Fine." He knew they wouldn't be watching anything.
It was time to talk to his cousin about her love-life.