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Lena Luthor had gotten used to waking up beside her girlfriend, so much so that when Kara Danvers wasn’t there, the bed seemed colder than she would have preferred, and at least twice as big as she remembered. Lena still slept pretty much the same, maybe even better with a queen sized mattress all to herself, but the feeling of solitude and loneliness was what made her think to herself, wondering why even for a second, anyone would take Kara for granted.
It’s just another two days, Lena reminded herself, two days and she’ll be back. She said she was gone for some sort of family emergency (whatever that meant) and she’d be back before Lena’s birthday, but Lena couldn’t stand it. It wasn’t like the other times that they’d been separated, as they hadn’t had any sort of contact since the morning that Kara got that call.
“Lena, I’ve got to go.” Kara said a couple days before, packing a bag with a change of clothes.
“Where? Are you going to be gone for long?” Lena asked.
“It’s a family emergency, but I’ll be back before you know it.” She kissed Lena and suddenly her worried expression left her face, as it always did whenever Kara leaned in close enough that she was all that was in Lena’s line of sight.
Before she knew it, Kara was gone, and she hadn’t heard from her since.
At first, she was worried sick. All that went through her mind were thoughts about what happened to Kara, and if she was okay. No, not just if she was okay. She worried about whether or not she was happy. In Lena’s mind, she would give nothing short of the world to make sure Kara was happy, or at the very least apathetic. Lena fiddled with her the cuff-button of her shirt, doing and undoing it as a nervous habit that she’d picked up recently after seeing one of the employees at CatCo doing it at a particularly stressful time for him. And although it might have worked for him, all Lena got was a loose button and a wrinkled cuff.
Recently, however, Lena trusted Kara and realized that she could look after herself for a couple of days. Besides, it was just a family thing, right?
Wrong. What Lena didn’t know was that Kara was still in National City working day and night with Alex and the DEO as Supergirl. Somebody was snatching up aliens and kittens, both of which had a knack for showing up a couple hours later, only with a lot less internal organs.
Lena couldn’t care less about this, mostly due to the fact that she didn’t know about it. Nobody in National City did. The DEO had been trying to keep it a secret until the problem was dealt with, or at least until they knew that they had it under control in order to keep the residents from going into a widespread panic, but it wasn’t working very well.
Exhibit A? Lena’s penthouse was just about to be broken into. In 3, 2, 1…
BANG!
A gunshot went off, shattering her glass window into a million tiny shards, cutting through Lena’s skin. As blood seeped through the cut on her forearm, she ducked and hid behind her bed. Great, she thought, another robbery.
It was not a robbery.
“Don’t move!” A man in a balaclava yelled, pointing his gun at Lena as his partner grabbed her arm, pulling her wrists together behind her back, his fingers and palms acting as a sort of makeshift handcuff.
“Just take what you want and leave me alone!” Lena said, eyes focused on the man with the gun.
Lena was used to robberies, as this hadn’t been the first time this month that a property that she owned fell victim to thieves and scoundrels with sticky fingers, but at this moment she couldn’t have been more glad that Kara was away. Underneath that threatening and hostile demeanor and expression she wore, was a terrified woman scared of the gun that was being waved in front of her face.
“Oh you really don’t get it, do you, Miss Luthor…” The one behind her said. She couldn’t see him, but she could feel the smirk growing on his face. It made her stomach twist up into knots and her head dizzy how somebody could ever smile during what was happening.
“Let her go!” A voice that Lena recognized immediately called out.
Lena saw her chance and took it. While they were distracted, she kicked the man in the balls like the badass she was, grabbed his gun, and pointed it at his head. By the time that she had straightened herself out, the owner of the voice had already apprehended the second guy.
Supergirl herself was standing before her, standing tall and mighty.
“I’ll take them from here, Lena.” She said, grabbing both of them by the ear.
Lena exhaled in a breath of relief. Within a couple of minutes, Supergirl was back, this time much more relaxed and noticeably calmer than before. Lena almost swore that she saw a smile forming behind that determined, strong face, and unbeknownst to Lena, Kara, underneath that outfit, was trying to fight back that same smile.
Supergirl noticed Lena’s arm, which was now bleeding a path down to her hand and onto the floor, along with a smudge of red on her face, probably splashed on in the moments prior to the “robbers” being captured.
“You’re bleeding.” Supergirl said. Lena looked down, and then back at her.
“Oh, yeah, I guess I am.” Lena said, almost monotone before she realized what was happening. “Oh my god, that’s a lot of blood. I’m bleeding, I’m bleeding.” This was when Lena started to freak out. Supergirl moved closer towards her, putting her hands on Lena’s shoulders and bracing her. She looked into Lena’s eyes and suddenly Lena stopped panicking.
“It’s going to be alright. I’ll get you some bandages.”
Lena, who was too busy eyeing the blood and frowning on how hard it was going to be to clean the floor, didn’t notice the fact that Supergirl seemed to know exactly where everything was, despite only having been in the penthouse a handful of times. She didn’t notice that Supergirl smelled like Kara, or that she had the same eyes, or face as Kara because she didn’t want to believe that they were the same person.
If they weren’t the same person then Lena could sleep knowing that Kara was just simply a reporter, a normal human, just a regular person living her life with her girlfriend. Lena didn’t have to think about her being in danger, or her deliberately putting herself in harm’s way if Kara and Supergirl were different people. She didn’t have to think about how her girlfriend’s planet had exploded, along with the rest of the Kryptonians, because her girlfriend was not a Kryptonian, her girlfriend was not Supergirl.
At least that’s what she kept telling herself. She had told herself this so many times that the thought of them being one and the same no longer crossed her mind, and she gave absolutely no thought to it at all.
“I don’t think you need stitches, the wound isn’t deep enough for that. But you should see a doctor if anything happens.” Supergirl said, dabbing a wet cloth on the cut, and then wrapping a bandage around it.
“I didn’t know superheroes were into medicine.” Lena said, forcing a chuckle to hide the physical pain she was in.
“Not all of them, just the good ones.” She said. Hold on, did she just bite her lip? Lena shook that thought from her brain. Supergirl grabbed Lena’s face with one hand, and leaned it closer. Lena’s heart was beating fast for some reason. She used her thumb to wipe the blood splatter off of Lena, who didn’t know what to make of the situation that she found herself in.
“It’s a shame this got bloody, you look pretty good in that outfit.” And with that last sentence, Supergirl flew out of the window.
I can’t believe this, Lena thought. Was she… flirting?