Kara is bewildered when Cat wanders into work half an hour late, oversized sunglasses on and the top button of her shirt only half shoved through the hole. She heats the latte up quickly and hurries into Cat’s office. With a small burst of speed, she fixes the button before Cat can realize anything is amiss and then stands, smiling and waiting for Cat to greet her. Cat sits, bracing her head with her hand.
“Rough night, Ms. Grant?”
Cat slowly removes her glasses and stares her down. “You could say that.”
Kara sniffs hesitantly, to check if there’s still alcohol on Cat’s breath. There’s nothing but the faint hint of fresh mint toothpaste and the pungent aroma of coffee. This isn’t a hangover, then, which leaves her wondering what Cat could have possibly gotten up to the night prior. Her cheeks flush red at the thought of Cat being physically involved with someone else. Perhaps she’d been so active that there hadn’t been much sleep, leaving Cat exhausted for her busy day. Kara’s fingers curl too tightly around her tablet, and the screen cracks at the edges.
“What are you looking at?”
Prompt: supercat or supercorp, where someone reads fan fiction into the night and has insomnia.
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Question of Smoke 