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Lena Luthor was in daze, walking away from the bar where she met with Kara Danvers and her friends. She could feel her heartbeat rioting inside her ribcage, beating erratically in pain and humiliation. She closed her eyes as she felt her throat closed up and tears threatened to fall from the corner of her eyes. She bit her lips, blood rushed to her head and ears as she remembered Kara’s face when Lena Luthor tried to act her on feelings.
Feelings. As quickly as it rose to her mouth, she cupped her mouth to stop herself from sobbing hysterically. Lena honestly thought that those longing stares, the lingering warm touches, slight lip bites, the way Kara vehemently supports her, defends her meant something that is more than friends. As she rounded at the corner of the alley, Lena staggered numbly and leaned on the wall to breathe in deeply. Her eyes finally blurred with unshed tears and she could feel her heart hammering in pain as memories flashed behind her lashes.
Kara looked gorgeous under the dim light of the bar, slightly leaning to her side, flashing that heart-stopping smile for anyone to see. It was almost physically painful to stop herself from reaching out to grasp Kara’s face closer, to caress those porcelain cheeks and curvy lips. Lena knew that she was drunk—drunk from the whiskey that she had been nursing since Kara Danvers sat beside her. Drunk from those gorgeous clear blue eyes that always making her feel vulnerable like she’s peering directly to her soul. Drunk from Kara’s infectious laugh that always tugged the corners of her mouth, making Lena smile for no apparent reason. Drunk at Kara’s obvious care for her, professionally and personally—it drove her crazy, the way Lena had to second guess if Kara reciprocated her feelings.
Maybe she was too drunk—too drunk that when Kara beamed at her and she leaned closer to her face to say something, Lena cupped her cheeks and pressed her lips to Kara’s. For a second, Lena honestly thought that Kara was responding to her kiss, but she went numb when Kara pushed her roughly away and for a moment, it felt like the whole bar stopped—her whole life hanging like a limbo, her ears ringing with each mind-numbing heartbeat.
They stared and it felt like years. Her heart stopped and Lena Luthor just stared at Kara’s wide eyes, her mouth moved to explain but no words came out. Lena dully watched Kara as she raised her hand to wipe away the remnants of her kiss from her mouth with the back of her hand—the same mouth that Lena kissed. It snapped Lena from the reality—she kissed Kara Danvers.
“Kara I—,” At Kara’s embarrassed looked, Lena painfully clamped her mouth and realization flooded her mind. Kara Danvers doesn’t feel the same way. She doesn’t feel the same way. Lena gritted her jaw and her eyes furrowed in confusion then—pain. Lena blindly reached for the arm of the couch to push herself up. She needed to run. She has to run away from this pain and rejection. Her whole being shouted for her to run away, to salvage her remaining pride as a Luthor, she needed to run away from that scared blue eyes. She stopped when she saw the rest of Kara’s friends silently staring at them. NO! Her body automatically became rigid, as if she was slapped and her face burned in humiliation.
“Lena…” Maggie tried to stop her but she side stepped her small frame. Lena Luthor needed to run away. She has to—or she will lose her wits from this humiliation.
“Give me your money!” Lena’s eyes snapped open at the sudden hiss behind her and for a moment, she remained motionless, shocked at the gun sticking to her side.
“I SAID GIVE ME YOUR MONEY!” A painful slap rang at the silence of the night as Lena staggered back from the force of it. She blinked rapidly as pain swam at the back of her skull and once again she was pushed back into the wall. The robber painfully shoved the nozzle of his gun to her mouth. “Don’t you dare make a sound or I’ll blow your brains here,” Still motionless, the robber took it as compliance to his warning and he pulled her bag. Lena wanted to laugh, she was a fucking Luthor but here she was, being robbed by a second-rate criminal. Lillian would throw a fit if she discovered this.
Out of nowhere, a blur of dark nimbly moved towards the crouching robber and for a moment, Lena felt like she was in a middle of a movie as the robber suddenly yelped and slumped from where he was sitting. It took her a second to comprehend that the blur of black who attacked the man was a woman.
As the stranger straightened, Lena quizzically looked at the tall brunette. She was wearing a dark V-neck shirt that accentuate her collar bone and her lean neck. Her mass of black hair was tied into a practical ponytail and as she faced Lena, a few highlighted brown wisps of tendrils that escaped from it shone beneath the streetlight.
“What the hell are you doing here in the middle of night?!” She rasped violently and for the second time in that night, a woman rendered her speechless.
She opened her mouth but to her horror, Lena Luthor bursts into tears. She tried to reign in the sudden flood of pain, embarrassment, fear, and humiliation but it was too much. Sobs racked her body and her shoulder trembled as she hiccupped uncontrollably. It took a moment to register the warmth that enveloped her and for a heartbeat, she thought of Kara.
“I’m sorry, I got carried away. Please don’t cry,” The tall stranger whispered and it made Lena cry harder. She can’t believe that she was reduced into a fucking mess after her almost confession to Kara. God, she wanted to die from embarrassment.
The stranger embraced her tightly as she murmured her apology over and over again. Lena slumped to the stranger’s lean body, suddenly weak from drunkenness and her outburst. She cried for god knows how long and it slowly reduced into quiet sniffles.
“Are you okay now?” The stranger leaned back to study her. The first thing Lena notice was her brown soulful eyes then her eyes ran to her aquiline nose down to her pink lips. “Hey,” Lena blushed when the woman caught her studying her.
“Yes, I’m sorry for my outburst,” Lena raised her hands to wiped her tears, to find a semblance of control.
“It’s all right. I shouldn’t have yelled at you,” The stranger watched her with calculation and it unnerved Lena. Lena’s presence was intimidating enough to scare anyone, including her uptight board members but her body shivered as the woman’s gaze ran through her body. The woman turned her back at her and Lena avidly watched as she crouched to cuff the robber’s hands.
“You’re a cop?” Lena asked and she wanted to smacked her forehead for stating the obvious.
“Yep,” The woman roughly pulled the robber from the floor to roll him over. “You’re lucky I was following this dickhead when he decided to rob you,” The robber groaned. The woman pulled out a HTC from the clip of her belt as she radioed their location. After relaying details, she clipped it back to face her.
“You need to come to me in the station for your statement,”
Lena just nodded, she moved towards her bag to gather the items to put it back inside. A shadow fell beside her and the cop appeared at the corner of her eyes. The cop helped her and they both gathered the scattered contents of her bag. Footsteps echoed behind them as she zipped her purse.
“Whoa, great job, Sir,” Two men in uniform stood in awe as they stared at the unconscious man.
“He’s slippery as snake but luckily he made a mistake trying to rob an unarmed woman, stupid shit,” Lena didn’t flinch when the woman pulled the robber roughly and shook him.
The robber groaned out loud and his eyes wavered into the stranger’s face, trying to focus at it despite the big difference in the height. “Wake up!” He tried to stand straight but when he wobbled, the cop shook him hard.
“You’ve got guts to rob a woman but when I decked you, you folded like a chicken wuss. Walk on your own!” She pushed him to the two uniform who swiftly held him up. Lena unconsciously released a sigh of relief as she watched the man shoved into the back of a patrol car.
“Let’s go?” Lena turned when the tall woman asked her. The cop walked first, leaving Lena staring at her back.
Instead of following her, Lena asked. “What’s your name?”
The cop looked back. “They call me Reign,” and she resumed walking away from her. Lena took a step, like spring in coil, pulled by an unknown force, Lena held the back of the cop’s black shirt and she stopped. “What’s your real name?”
The cop released a sigh that sounded frustrated, she turned to face Lena. “You’re shivering…” She quietly said, as she observed how cold Lena was.
To Lena’s surprise, the cop unbundled her denim jacket from her waist and she pulled it over Lena’s shoulder. Lena held her breath as the cop leaned, her tanned face dangerously close to her.
Lena blinked and stared, like she’s been hypnotized by the cop’s sheer aura. “You have to come with me in the station to find out,” She threw a cocky grin at her before stepping back to walk towards her car.
“Well, I don’t really have a choice,” The cop’s laughter echoed around them which made Lena’s mouth curve into a genuine smile.
“So,” The cop moved like a panther, graceful but with a purpose. “Where should I take you after we got your statement? Where is your home?”
Her steps faltered at the cop’s question and she remembered a certain blue eyed reported who Lena actually thought was her home. “I’m alone…” She absentmindedly whispered.
“Huh?”
Lena shook her head, remembering that she don’t have anywhere to go. She has to run away. “Nothing, let’s go?” Lena looked away from those soulful eyes as emptiness echoed inside her numb chest. She lost Kara.