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Mount Kansas
🕑 Added 2017-12-11 18:05:53 +0000 UTC“Will they laugh at my accent?” Kara asks, shifting about uncomfortably in backseat of the limo, headed for a post launch celebration for Wayne Interstellar.
… “I won’t lie, probably when they don’t think you can hear them.” You tell her, “But anyone that does, I can make Bruce buy them out of business, sound good?”
She pouts and gives your arm a slap, before stopping to consider it. “Maybe.” She nods.
The car pulls to a stop and you crack the door open rather than ask Alfred to get out and do it, emerging out into the flashing of cameras, giving a casual wave, before offering a hand to Kara and helping her out.
“Mr Grayson, Mr Grayson!”
“Who are you wearing?”
“Any thoughts on dinner tonight?”
“Who’s this with you?”
“Mad Mods’ summer collection, I’m hoping it will be delightful, and this lovely lady is my girlfriend; Kara.” You take her hand and squeeze gently, as she awkwardly smiles at the camera and waves.
Already you can see the reporters’ eyes lighting up, trying to get the scoop on Kara, but you tug her along.
“So many cameras!” She exclaims, blinking rapidly. “How do you deal with all this?”
“Years of practise.” You shrug, stepping forwards and holding the door open for her, letting her enter ahead of you, partially out of politeness, but also to enjoy the way her dress hugs her hips from behind.
The sky-blue colouring might be a bit on the nose, but oh well.
“Where iiiiis- ah!” You wave to Katie, who’s sitting with her sister, “Katie Zellerbach, Kara Kent, Kara, Katie.” You make introductions.
Katie’s looking better. She’s started showering regularly for one thing, and seeing a normal psych, so she’s much better than the dishevelled wreck she had been.
“Nice to meet you!” Katie smiles, “You're Dicks’ new squeeze?”
“Squeeze?”
“Don’t mind if I do.” You murmur, enjoying a handful of soft kryptonian backside, Kara tensing up, but smiling as it goes unnoticed.
“Like, girlfriend.” Katie elaborates. “Damn, you said she was country, but I didn’t think she’d be this-”
“Let’s try not to get rude, Katie.” You politely interrupt.
“Right. Sorry.” She nods, “I’m trying to be less of a bitch.” She adds to Kara.
“And the doc told you not to self-denigrate like that too.” You add.
“Oh yes, let’s just lay out my whole mental plan while we’re at it.” Katie rolls her eyes, before leaning in and kissing Kara on the cheek, “Nice meeting you, sorry, you’re lovely.”
Kara smiles back, reciprocating the sentiment, as Katie walks back to her table and starts talking to her sister.
“They’re talking about my chest.” Kara tells you.
“It is a lovely chest.” You remind her.
“Other people are too! It’s the first thing everyone’s noticing about me! And- Someone just called me a starry-eyed, corn-farming bimbo that you picked up!”
You scowl a little, “Rude. The only people who get to ogle the twin peaks of Mount Kansas is us." Kara gives you the puppydog eyes at the use of the nickname. "Well then, I have to give a speech, but if you wanna impress everyone, I have an idea.”
You lean over and whisper it in her ear.
“Okay. I have one too.”
She leans up and whispers it in yours.
“Both?”
“Both.” You agree.
“And that’s why we can all feel proud of what we’re going to accomplish here.” You conclude the speech to a round of applause, before waving Kara out, “Now if you don’t mind, one of our most promising science interns is going to explain her theory of faster than light travel.”
Theory here meaning the engines of several spaceships she’s pulled apart and help the League fix and improve.
Already you see eyebrows being raised as Kara steps up to the podium, beaming with confidence this time as she launches into a looooong, boring, scientifically accurate explanation on how the engines work that even you can’t keep up with. Something about…. Quantum tunnelling, but it’s definitely impressing the people in the crowd, some mouths falling open as Kara details the process, before finishing with a short, “Thank you and… um… have a good night.”
She then steps out from behind the podium and does a cute little curtsey, before hurrying off the stage, giggling as she launches at you to grab you in a hug.
“Now who’s the dumb hick?” She asks, twirling on the spot.
“Everyone but the alien with a superbrain.” You agree, smooching her on the forehead.
“Part two of the plan?”
“Part two.” You nod, sneaking off for the back door.
At the end of the night, the woman who’d insulted Kara walked back to her car alone, flicking her clicker button to flash the lights as she approached.
There was a slight drunken stumble to her steps, that her heels weren’t helping, but its’ not like she wasn’t fine to drive.
She lurched to her car, before a swirl of blue and rushing wind took her by surprise.
And then in the blink of an eye, she refocused and had her mouth fall open, as her car sat in the middle of the lot, each piece disassembled individually and stacked from smallest to largest, with a small basket left in front of it, stacked to the brim with corn.
And in the corn, a small note, scribbled with stars upon it.
