Kara knew things would change somewhat. But she didn't anticipate just how much exactly. Not at work, no: at work, she was once again a normal, boring assistant to great Cat Freaking Grant, and lattes were lukewarm and her boss was mean and everything was right with the world. Well, Cat did start to warm up to her, Kara Danvers: she would share stories and offer advice, seemingly out of blue, but each time it would reach Kara when she needed it the most. Cat Grant still possessed her superpower when it came to mentoring her shy, mousy assistant, and Cat Grant still had no idea how much of an impact she had on her, Supergirl, when she schooled her, Kara Danvers. And Kara would have been completely fine and grateful if that was the only change in her life, apart from the fact that she now led a secret life of a superhero. But the Universe clearly had other plans, and the Universe clearly had a weird sense of humor. Sometimes, Kara thought that the Universe was just a bitch.

It all started on the day of the robbery. And it would have been an ordinary day in her life, if Cat Grant hadn't decided to open an account in that particular bank on that particular day.

"Set me down gently!" Cat demanded as soon as they reached the balcony. She carefully lowered the woman to the ground, mindful of her ankle that seemed to be sprained. The younger woman still maintained that the injury could've been avoided if Cat didn't insist on wearing her ridiculous heels all the time. Of course, she kept silent; instead offering to fly her to CatCo after the robbery was done and dealt with. Or, if she had to get technical, simply grabbing the protesting woman and carrying her through the air while she kept her eyes shut and silently prayed. Sometimes, not very silently. Kara wasn't sure if she should take it personally or not. She wasn't that bad of a flyer, was she?

"You're safe now, Miss Grant," she said, easily slipping back into her Supergirl persona. Finding a nearby chair, she helped the woman sit. "I still think we should fly to the hospital, but…"

"Nonsense," Cat waved her off. "Nothing a little freeze breath can't fix."

"Freeze breath will only treat the symptoms, not the cause, Miss Grant," Kara said. "You should really get that checked out by a doctor."

"And here I thought you were the 'muscle' in our dynamic duo," Cat grimaced at her ankle, finally accepting the fact that it did hurt. She glanced at Supergirl, then. "Although, I must admit, the whole 'beauty and brains' thing is certainly working for you, dear."

Kara struggled not to blush. Instead, she schooled her features into a smirk. Alex said it made her look arrogant and obnoxious, and those were the last things anyone would ever call Kara Danvers, and that was how the smirk became a Supergirl trademark. She placed her hands on her hips, proudly towering over the small form of her boss. Cat's glance became a lingering gaze.

The smirk grew bigger.

"Well, if that's all, I think it's time for me to leave," Kara said. "Goodbye, Miss Grant. Hopefully, next time we will meet under less severe circumstances. I would prefer seeing you when there's no one holding a gun to anyone's head."

"Well, it wasn't my head." Cat was doing that thing again where she pretended not to care. Kara Danvers would've called her out on it. Supergirl only nodded.

"Let's hope it never will be." She nodded to her boss as she prepared to take off. The wind carried Cat's quiet, smiling thank you to her ears, long after she passed CatCo's roof. Kara imagined her still sitting in that chair, gingerly trying to touch her ankle, her thoughts far away from it, with her, Supergirl. And…

"Kiera!"

Oh shit.

After a whole day of dealing with an annoyed Cat Grant, all Kara wanted was a hot bath and a pie. Not necessarily in that order, not necessarily separate. She walked out of CatCo into a chilly night air, taking a deep breath and slowly releasing it, careful not to accidentally freeze anything. Bath certainly sounded like heaven right now.

And air sounded like her boss.

"Supergirl, it's me, Cat Grant. Gosh, I must sound like a crazy person. But you don't have a Bat signal, and you refuse to give me your cellphone number, so…"

Kara could've easily ignored her boss. It was after hours, she was already overworked as Cat's assistant, and the older woman wasn't exactly in any danger. She was bored, alone and on her way to being drunk. The woman wasn't even hurt all that much; it turned out her ankle simply suffered a minor bruise, and it healed quite nicely over the course of two days. She could've easily gone home and pretended Supergirl was saving someone on the other side of National City.

So why was she already floating near Cat's balcony?

"You didn't exactly ask, you know," words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. "My number? You just didn't ask."

Cat, seemingly not phased by her appearance, carefully placed her glass on a table.

"I vividly recall saying how much easier it would be if you just gave me your number."

"Yu-yes." Kara mentally berated herself for an embarrassing slip-up. Around Cat, she wanted to seem much older than she actually was. While Kara Danvers couldn't have that kind of luxury, Supergirl could, no, needed to. That meant, at least to Kara, that teenage speak was out of the question. No more yupping, she thought. Thankfully, even if Cat noticed – and Kara was absolutely sure she did – she chose not to say anything.

"Yes," she tried again. "You made a snarky comment – I've noticed you're quite fond of them – but you didn't ask."

"And it seems I don't need to," the woman smirked, standing up. "If I didn't know any better, I would still be sure you are my assistant. Only, you did take a tad longer than her when I called your name."

"It's not actually my name," Kara said. Cat was right, she realized. For some reason, she couldn't help but come running as soon as the older woman so much as uttered her name. It didn't matter whether she was wearing a cape or a cardigan; Cat Grant had the kind of hold on her she could only describe as supernatural. Wasn't it demeaning? Maybe not for Kara Danvers; but for the first female superhero of National City, it was rather pathetic. What about Kara Zor-El?

"Well, I'm assuming you don't want me to know your real name… Unless you trust me enough to…?"

"I'm sorry, Miss Grant. I trust you about as far as I can throw you, which is very, very far, but I cannot share that information with you. Also, do not assume I will always come at your request. Tonight, I just happened to be nearby."

Cat narrowed her eyes, and the girl had the urge to nervously swallow the sudden lump in her throat. She wasn't well-versed in her employer's facial expressions, yet; she knew that Cat wanted to strangle someone ninety percent of the time, judging by her face. She also knew that she reserved her smiles for Carter and Carter only; not smug ones, like the smirk she got when Dirk was hauled out of the building, no: genuine ones, the ones that made her eyes smile, too. Supergirl also got one of these, she realized with a start. But for the time being, it looked like Supergirl was about to get one of the worst verbal beatings in the existence.

Cat opened her mouth to speak. Kara Danvers began to sweat nervously. Supergirl set her jaw.

"You're right. I'm sorry for what I said earlier, and I want you to know that I didn't mean it. It was, well, an ice breaker, if you will."

Kara Danvers was close to fainting. Cat didn't apologize, ever. She just didn't.

"I will," she heard herself say. "And your apologies are accepted, Miss Grant."

Cat looked at her, then. Really looked at her. She looked at her just like the night she asked her to remove her glasses; the day Carter unexpectedly threw himself into her arms; the day she proved Dirk was behind the hacking. And it scared her, because no one ever looked at her like they knew everything there was to know about her, no one before Cat Grant, which was ironic, because Cat didn't know the half of it, and Kara was determined to keep it that way.

And so Kara looked back, straight into the intelligent eyes of the other woman, doing her best to appear calm and confident. Cat was the first to lower her gaze, blinking as she glanced down before looking up again, this time without an insatiable curiosity in her eyes.

"You've saved my life several times, dear, I think you've earned the right to call me 'Cat'."

Oh, so risking my life everyday while carrying those extra hot lattes for you isn't enough to call you Cat? Kara thought to herself, amused.

"Why did you call me, Cat?" She said instead, lowering herself to the ground and approaching her boss. "There are people who need saving, you know."

"I'm sure even you need to rest sometimes, Supergirl." Cat suddenly got a curious gleam in her eyes. "Do you actually need to sleep?"

Kara didn't know. She was fine sleeping five hours or less every night, but she still slept, however small amount of time that was. But Cat didn't need to know that. So instead she asked:

"Is that part of the interview that we didn't even schedule?"

She didn't like Cat's smile. Not one bit.

"Oh. So what you're saying is, you're available for an interview?"

She did gulp this time.