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When Cat left for Washington, it was with a promise that they’d talk more, that she’d give Kara article feedback in real time, not a year after the fact. Just like everyone else, Cat doesn’t keep the promise.

So Kara isn’t especially in the mood for Cat’s call when it comes, too early in the morning because the only relevant timezone is the one Cat finds herself in. Still, it’s got to be better than staring at the ceiling and not sleeping.

“Yes?” Kara has never answered the phone so curtly in her life. It feels surprisingly good.

“You’re a god now?” 

Another time, Kara might have fumbled for an excuse or barely-believable lie. This morning she’s still tired of Kara Danvers, missing Krypton and her parents more than anything. If Cat Grant wants to talk to Supergirl, then that’s who she’s going to get.

“Hello, Cat. You sound jealous.”

A snort of derision.

“Are you jealous?” Kara pushes. She wants to hear it. Wants the unflappable Cat from C-SPAN to come home and be hell in high heels five days a week to Kara again. She wants a lot of things, and she’s tired of having none of them. 

“I’ve had seven stalkers, but I’ve never been the focus of an entire religion,” Cat complains. “It hardly seems fair.”

“It’s not like I asked them. This is what makes you finally tell me that you know?” 

“It felt a little overdue. I would have told you during the Daxam mess, but you were pining over some boy. I’m glad that embarrassing phase is over.”

“You were avoiding me in case I got my sad all over you?” Kara gets out of bed, pacing back and forth across her living room just a little too fast. “That’s not exactly supportive.”

“I didn’t think you’d appreciate being told that you were too busy being in love with the idea of some star-crossed romance to notice that you were having a relationship with a walking Reddit comment.”

“Wow.”

Cat actually sounds worried for a moment. “Did I go too far?”

“He wasn’t that bad.” The protest sounds weak even to Kara. 

“When are you going to date someone worthy of you?” Cat demands, just as she told Kara to realize she was astonishing, and to stand up for herself.

“I guess when someone worthy asks. Or lives on the right side of the country at least.”

“Oh please. If I ever acted on this spark of attraction between us, you’d fly off so fast that you’d hit Mars before I could finish propositioning you. Which is a shame, because I have some frankly scandalous lines that would bring out that charming blush in you. Still, maybe one of your cultists will ask. You can go out with matching ‘S’s on your chests.” 

“You know, it drives me crazy that you didn’t research that. It’s not an ‘s’. It’s a Kryptonian symbol, and the crest of my house.”

“How very Hogwarts of you.” Kara waits. She knows Cat’s curiosity is strong enough to prove the saying correct. “So what does it stand for, pray tell?”

“Stronger together,” Kara says. “Which we could be, if you’d stop assuming you know everything and just asked me out. Ms Grant.”

“I’ll consider it. Go, be worshipped or whatever it is you’re doing today.” And she hangs up without saying goodbye, because sometimes Cat her former boss is still absolutely the same as Cat the person. 

Kara clutches her phone to her chest and blinks a few times to make sure that really did happen, that she’s awake and on the right Earth. Her phone bleeps a minute later, the restaurant name and time for tomorrow lighting up the screen. Definitely real.

Rushing off to shower, Kara wonders if Rao heard her prayers after all. If not, the universe is doing just fine in his place.