musetotheworld:

It’s a gamble, Kara knows
that. Tipping her hand so blatantly rarely goes well, but she’s running out of
options. She’s tried every subtle approach she can think of, and nothing has
worked. She’s just been too good of an assistant for so many years, going above
and beyond is no longer anything particularly noticeable. So she needs to step
it up if she’s ever going to get a reaction.

She works with Cat’s new
assistant to make sure the night remains free of any potential entanglements, Cat
is notorious for finding excuses to avoid the annual Halloween party. This
year, with Carter at his father’s and Kara running point to keep any business reasons
from interfering, she has a decent chance of this being the year Cat actually
shows.

That’s enough of a risk
in and of itself, Cat knows her well enough to spot the interference. Hopefully
the payoff will be enough to earn forgiveness when Cat realizes. But for that,
the second risk needs to pay off.

Alex had reluctantly
helped, picking out what she’d need for the outfit and helping her design a
hairstyle that would fit a female Han Solo but without giving away her
identity. Cat may already know, may have been told years ago soon after her
leave of absence, but that doesn’t mean anyone else needs to figure it out.
Between the clothes and the hair, Kara would usually feel more confident than
any time other than in her super suit, but the prospect of what she plans to do
keeps her nerves on high alert.

She waits until she can see Cat enter, knowing she’ll
need to create a stir with her entrance if she wants her appearance to have the
right impact. She has to, not exactly steal the show, but make enough of a
splash to get Cat’s attention, and make her come to Kara. It’s more aggressive than
the lighthouse technique, but that one hasn’t been working for Kara no matter
how hard she tries, so it’s time to step it up a little.

She swaggers in, channeling her Supergirl confidence
and the cocky arrogance she sees in the new DEO recruits, knowing she’s hit on
a winning combination when people actually part in front of her, whispered
comments on her costume clear to her super hearing. It’s exactly the stir she
was hoping for, now she just has to see if it pays off.

“I think we’ve learned a valuable lesson here,
Supergirl,” she hears from behind her, Cat’s voice barely a whisper to avoid
anyone overhearing. “And not only that you scruff up as well as you clean up.”

“What’s the second lesson?” Kara asks as she turns,
taking in the sight of Cat in a suit that looks nothing like her usual attire,
one that makes her look like a mob boss. Dangerous to know, dangerous to get
close to. She wonders why Cat had chosen that costume, but she can’t complain
even a little bit.

“The lighthouse technique may be useful at times,
but when two people are trying to use it, you’ll get nowhere until someone
steps up,” Cat says, dragging her eyes over Kara’s costume, eyes lingering on
the vest. “I assume this is you stepping up?”

“No water metaphor this time?” Kara dares to ask,
reaching out to take Cat’s hand and lead her to the dance floor. They have
appearances to keep up, after all.

“I have plenty,” Cat whispers into her ear, making Kara’s
knees weaken at the sensation. “But something tells me if I tried to use them,
both my building and your secret identity would end up damaged beyond repair
when you sped us out of here.”

“I guess I can be patient,” Kara manages to get out,
pulling Cat a little closer and savoring the feel of their bodies pressed
tightly together as they sway on the dance floor. “At least until this song is
over.”