Kara wakes up on Sunday to the sharp ding of her phone, signaling the arrival of the weekend edition of the Trib. Following her usual routine, she rises, showers, and somehow doesn’t make the toaster explode while heating up her half dozen Pop-Tarts. Then, as she sits at the table with half a Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough pastry crumbling in her mouth, she opens up the app and scans the headlines. One in particular makes her choke: Pain King? More Like Pain in the Ass.
Of course the byline reads Cat Grant, which has Kara shoving the rest of breakfast down her throat, barely chewed. She slugs down three glasses of orange juice and all but leaps from the window in her rush to Cat’s penthouse. She slows just in time to keep from throwing herself through the glass of the sliding glass door on Cat’s balcony.
Oh man, that bit about Kara hating people thinking she’s infallible and why was so good!! Loved this!
Question of Smoke 