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Winn throws his keys on the counter with a sigh. How was it that of all the computers in National City, the one he needs access to is the only one that he can’t hack? While usually he’d be left impressed, currently he’s annoyed and inconvenienced. If someone wanted their computer updated, they should make it a bit more accessible. Damn hidden geniuses. Damn extraterrestrials. Damn youngest Science Guild initiates. He doesn’t even know what he’s uploading. Nevertheless, superheroines apparently have the time to create sophisticated algorithms but not the time to run them.
He taps his fingers against the countertop as the computer lights up. After typing the random combination of numbers and letters in, a lengthy mishmash that only a superbrain can memorize, he is greeted by an unsent email. Hovering over the attached file, he debates on whether or not to take a peak. On one hand it could be a simple argument over why Kara should never have to frequent another vegetarian restaurant with Lena again. On the other, it could be her newest research on quantum fluctuation and the possible uses of that temporary change in energy. While he’s itching to open the presentation, he remembers the explosion he faced last time. There is no need to test Lena and Kara. A Luthor and a Super. That isn’t a pair he wants to go up against anytime soon. Or ever really. Instead, he settles on a phone call.
“Sort of busy right now Winn.” He can hear the sound of the wind and turns on the tv in response.
“Just wanted to check and se-” he winces as the scaly orange alien grabs Kara’s ankle and yanks her to the ground. National City gains another Supergirl shaped crater.
“Can’t this wait? My hands are full at the moment.” She rolls to the side as a fist the size of her head impacts with the road. As the unidentified alien tries to free its hand, Kara latches onto its chest and takes off upwards, pushing it high into the sky.
“I just wanted to ask if I should send this email to Lena before I run this program. The subject line says ‘Super Important.’” The alien throws a left hook that connects with Kara’s temple and throws her off balance just long enough for her to drop him. She mutters an “Idiot you can’t fly” before she darts down after him, his mouth open in a silent scream as Winn watches on.
“Yeah just go ahead,” she catches onto a slippery looking fin. “Thanks again!” she hangs up right before she loses her grip a second time. This is clearly not the orange dude’s lucky day. With a click on the little arrow, Kara’s PowerPoint is off with a soft ‘Whoosh’ and Winn is getting started. She isn’t the only one with stuff to do today. He had a gorgeous woman all the way from Starhaven interested in getting horizontal.
Lena’s right brow raises at the subject of the email. Is there some CatCo article in the works that she needs to be warned about? A new seedy restaurant that she is inevitably going to be convinced to try? Did Kara demolish the new network that she had had her test out? With Kara, there was no telling. Her best bet is to just open the message and find out.
When she finally gets the presentation itself open, her left eyebrow joins her right in surprise. This was probably the last thing she expects. The blowback of a potential article is unpredictable, another restaurant of Kara’s choosing would mean an unimaginable amount of cardio, and she is running out of ideas to stop Kara’s cyber attacks. But this? This she could deal with. In fact, this was more than welcome. On the title slide of the PowerPoint in large bold print were the words, “Why you should date me.”