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In a short amount of time Lena Luthor noticed that Supergirl seemed to have a certain penchant for balconies and large scenic windows. To the young Luthor it only made sense, when one could fly a balcony was as useful as a front door is for walking humans. Lena had become accustomed to the tell tale sign of the blonde haired caped crusader of Truth and Justice as her boots softly touched down on the balcony.
What took Lena longer to notice, however, was the times that Supergirl did not land on the balcony. In her defense, Lena’s back was more often than not facing the windows that over looked National City, and now that the winter chill had settled in the air Lena took her after work scotch inside on the couch instead. So really she couldn’t be blamed for how long it took her to notice that the blonde had started a new flight pattern across the city. The new routine started simply at first, Supergirl would fly past Lena’s office window and slow down from the speed of a bullet to a regular pace for a flying alien. If Lena happened to be looking or turned at the right moment, the hero would flash a toothy grin and send a small salute from her spot hovering in the air. Lena would softly smile and barely chuckle at the hero’s antics, sending back her own small wave before Supergirl would shoot off and up into the sky out of view.
Eventually Supergirl started to fly by Lena’s office after an apparent fight or catch of the day, Lena could see the hero fly by holding various goons and henchmen or the occasional alien who caused trouble. Supergirl would lift the bad guys in the air slightly higher as if showing off prizes to Lena, if the hero had a free hand she would send the CEO a triumphant thumbs up. Lena, for her part, decided that the superhero needed more than just the occasional smile or tipped glass in regard. After various henchmen filled trips past Lena’s windows, the CEO figured that after a fight the Kryptonian needed some sort of sustenance other than only the yellow sun.
Comleting a simple calculation of cross variations of when Supergirl passed her window in the past month crossed by the times and types of crimes committed in National City, Lena found the most applicable times to leave food out for the hero. Not knowing Supergirl’s preferences Lena ordered a multitude of various foods and laid them across the balcony’s ledge. Lena’s plan was originally that she would note whatever foods Supergirl left and which ones she ate…despite having a genius level IQ Lena had not foreseen that the hero would eat every single plate. Well. Everything except the salad and kale smoothie.
Despite this new…companionship the two have created in the past few months, Lena was still slightly surprised to see Supergirl lightly landing on her balcony one night well after closing hours, the hero landed so without sound the CEO wondered if she even touched the ground or was simply hovering instead. The hero’s appearance wasn’t what surprised her, no she was used to that by now, what surprised her was the small white patch of absolute fluff that was clutched against Supergirl’s chest. Slowly Lena opened the balcony door to let the hero in, one well sculpted arched eyebrow spurred Supergirl to make a small shushing sound with a pointed look at the fuzzy bundle as she walked/floated into the office. Not sure what to do in the situation, Lena followed behind Supergirl slowly. Both women stopped when they reached the middle of the room, Supergirl turned midair towards Lena with a sheepish look on her face, “So, I need your help.”
Bemused by the hero and her ‘hand caught in the cookie jar’ look, Lena obliged, “I assume it involves whatever white fluff you’re currently carrying?”
“It does…”The hero looked nervous, something Lena was unaccustomed to pairing with the blonde.
One skillfully raised brow and folded arms is all it took for Supergirl to start gushing, “I was in the middle of a call, a bank robbery actually it was cool honestly, and when I was bringing all the bad guys in I heard this baby meow and it sounded soooo scared. So obviously I flew towards the sound and there was this baby kitten, rolling around in the dirt under a basement window…Lena I found an illegal animal breeder. There were so many puppies and kittens and illegal animals just stuffed into cages, no room to move no food or water for them. This little one,” Supergirl slightly raised the small white fluff in an indicating gesture, “she wouldn’t let go of me from the second I found her…her claws have been in my suit for hours now. I would try to unhook her, but I’m a little scared to try and get her free because I’m still so mad at those people and sometimes my powers are harder to control when I’m mad. I don’t want to hurt her. I would go to the DEO but I just know that they would make fun of me, it would be a blood bath of laughing that neither myself or Salmon are prepared for. Please unhook this small fuzzy from me please.”
A small chuckle escaped Lena’s lips, she tried desperately to hold it in she really did…but, “Did you say the kitten’s name is Salmon, by chance?”
The hero’s brow furrowed in adorable confusion causing Lena to just about die at the sight, “Well yeah, her name is Salmon. Is that not a good name for a kitten?”
Lena didn’t have the heart to tell Supergirl that Salmon might not be the best name for a cat, especially after her rambling rant. Stepping forward slowly Lena reached towards both Supergirl and the kitten…Salmon, she stepped into Supergirl’s personal space… despite having been in the hero’s arms before, this felt different, this wasn’t out of dire necessity to save her life, now Lena was able to focus on the small intricacies of Supergirl.
She noticed that her supersuit was much softer than she expected, she noticed that the woman smelled distinctly of lavender and vanilla, a smell that seemed familiar for some reason to Lena. She noticed how the hero’s eyes followed every single movement of her body like she was under a super powered microscope. Lena noticed that Supergirl’s skin looked soft and smooth, so unlike what one would expect of diamond hard Kryptonian skin.
Softly grabbing onto the front two paws of the small white kitten, Lena started to work her claws free from the blue fabric of the supersuit, the small white ball of fluff started to tremble in fear it seemed, causing Lena’s heart to break at the thought of what Salmon had endured during her short life. The kitten once half free started to cling to Lena’s skin, tiny claws kneading into alabaster skin as Lena worked her way to the kitten’s back legs hooked into the small section of suit surrounding Supergirl’s wrist. Once completely free, Salmon at first tried to wriggle free from the Lena still not being comfortable strangers. The CEO started to coo and gently run hers fingers along the kitten’s back and belly trying to sooth the poor creature. Supergirl watched with rapt attention, the soft spot in her heart for Lena Luthor growing exponentially at the sight. Once the kitten calmed down, choosing to curl into the safe pocket of Lena’s arms and purring loudly, the woman turned towards the Super, “You know, I really should not be surprised that you rescued Salmon.”
Supergirl unconsciously moved into the signature pose, head tilted up with hands on hips as she regarded Lena’s words, “I am though, curious as to why you brought her to me?”
The smug smile of the blonde hero’s face faltered in worry. Did Lena not like animals? Was she angry now? Of course Lena didn’t want the responsibility of an animal, she runs a multibillion dollar company! Seeing the discourse etched on Supergirl’s face Lena stepped in to help quell the poor oblivious hero.
“Don’t worry, I’m not upset about Salmon. Simply curious why you thought of me.” By now Lena had walked closer back to Supergirl, the hero hesitantly reached out to stroke the kitten, still slightly frightened of hurting her.
“Like I said, the other agents would have made fun of me…or sent Salmon off to the shelter and she’s already traumatized. She needs to be with someone that won’t hurt her, someone I trust. Of course I thought of you, Miss Luthor.”
The sentiment struck Lena, Supergirl trusted her, even if it was only to care for a kitten, a Super trusted a Luthor. Before Lena could react the hero continued talking, “Besides, you strike me as a cat person.”
Tilting her perfectly sculpted red tinted lips into a smirk Lena regarded the woman in front of her, “Is that an evil super villain joke Supergirl? And here I thought you trusted me.”
Supergirl’s eyes nearly popped out of her head at the implication quickly fumbling over her words trying to negate the unintentional joke Lena suggested, her mouth gaping open and shut as she flailed her hands animatedly. Lena let an uncharacteristic laugh leave her mouth as she watched the hero, taking pity Lena put her hand on Supergirl’s bicep to stop her before she had a Kryptonian heart attack.
“I’m making a joke of my own Supergirl, I don’t believe you think of me like that.” Lena’s hair and clothes were blown slightly awry at the force of the woman’s relieved breath leaving her super powered lungs. Salmon lifted her head and meowed loudly at the disruption then promptly snuggled back into her safe haven created in Lena’s chest…(one lucky kitten).
“So…you want to keep her then? I know it’s a lot and you run a whole company, but I thought only of you when I saw her little face. Plus, having an animal around positively increases the likelihood of a longer life than without, she can keep you company when you work late in the office.” Supergirl ended her plea with a very hopeful smile while her hands wrung nervously under her cape behind her back, the movements seemed incredibly out of character for the hero and more like her best friend, Kara. The two are close, Lena knows that for a fact, maybe their characteristics were rubbing off on each other.
Lowing her head to look at the small bundle of white fuzz in her arms Lena couldn’t help but smile, maybe having an adorable distraction would be good for her health. Jess would certainly be happy to see Lena smiling and with a welcome healthy outlet besides the occasional…often, mid-day glass of scotch.
“Yes, I think I would very much like to keep dear Salmon.”
The smile that crossed Supergirl’s face would be worth keeping the kitten alone, it was full and stretched nearly ear-to-ear portraying seemingly pure sunlight right into the office.
“I knew you’d love her! Salmon is going to have such a better life now, thank you Lena. Your heart is one of the best I have had the pleasure of encountering in my time on Earth.”
As Lena was about to respond the Super tilted her head towards the balcony windows apparently having heard a commotion only Supergirl could handle. Floating slightly upwards from her pervious standing Supergirl made her way out and onto the balcony, the city’s constant light perfectly glinting off her golden hair and making her blue eyes shine in anticipation. Lena followed her to the door choosing not to exit in fear of startling her new fuzzy companion, “Justice waits for no one, go save the day Supergirl.”
The hero smiled and nodded her head, then in one motion shot off into the sky towards whatever danger was wreaking havoc on National City that day. Much later after Lena ordered several fluffy cat beds, a total of three scratch posts, various types of kitten food, and one particularly blue and red themed collar for Salmon, she turned towards her balcony window just in time to see the ripple of a certain red cape and blonde hair fly past with a warm smile adorning her face.