The gallery was obscure and absent of people. Kara stood in the middle of the salon, thinking. Paintings, wood canvas, and bricked walls remained without any audience. The moment felt adequate under high ceilings. Some red and blue lights adorned the space rhythmically as if having security around the premises granted Kara that needed craving comfort.

She could hear Alex and Maggie outside amongst agents, sirens and continuous sounds of car engines. The noise was vague, she didn't want to listen further. She wished there was a switch for her abilities. The information she acquired was making her skin crawl.

Kara's hands rested comfortably inside her jacket. Her body reflected her normal activities of comfort and restlessness, unnecessary but commonly. Her black shoes kept destroying particles of glass drenched with the bubbly substance every time she moved her feet. The crunch made her shoulders stiff as she walked absentmindedly over them. She traced the pool of liquid with blue eyes, undried, persistent. The yellow squared tags with black numbers tried to camouflage what this really was.

The DEO took samples after Retro forced the liquid out of his suit and skin. The residue of champagne on the floor wasn't the only thing the agency took samples. Adam's hand was quickly protected, sprayed and rubbed with a cotton swab. His knuckles inspected, X-rayed to minimize any exposure of any cell deterioration after the minor, yet strong impact on the villain's face.

Kara's night didn't turn out to be the opening she dreamt. Despite having yellow numbers on the floor marking clues and the annoying police lights illuminating the gallery; everything seemed like a crime scene. The only missing part was a body, lying stiff on the floor. Her thoughts traveled further, desiring to casually find a body behind her.

It scared her how much she wanted to have a cold body behind her.

Kara always found her thoughts centered, controlled and in complete peace. Furthermore, since she woke up in a cold room, energy slipping from her body and a bruised body, her judgment seemed to be affected by not only her rational emotions but by the clarity trying to solve this turmoil.

She couldn't shake how oblivious she was of Retro. Everything made sense momentarily. Her chest felt heavy, as she took deep breaths inside her gallery. She noticed another blue light crossing her features, diverting her emotional states and bringing them back to the shattered glass on the floor.

She wished she could erase the knowledge she acquired an hour ago. Kara learned the true ability of the villain.

The possibility was present when her family and friends started studying Retro. The way he created the White Kryptonite was incredibly brilliant; furthermore, the missing puzzle piece of the entire operation appeared suddenly in front of Kara. Forcing her to realize this was intensely dangerously even more now.

She restrained herself when Cat kissed her. Yet she had another chance of stopping him, but everything was at risk. Kara slid her thumb over her index finger inside her pockets. The motion kept repeating itself over. As if she was strongly weak to understand that she could've prevented everything right and then.

Maggie, Alex, NCPD or firefighters couldn't find Retro. National City Citizens couldn't follow him through live feeds. Kara turned; her eyes closed as she walked listening to everything around her and blocking the visuals. Kara practiced. She knew her gallery by heart. The noises coming from pagers, radio scanners, people standing near the crosswalks. Kara created a barrier muffling every sound with expertise just how her wife showed her. She wasn't outside, with the rest. Her ears listened to every step she took on the wooden floor.

She took a sharp curve. Kara could smell the old cement constricted between bricks of the old column. She lowered her back, hoping to find a leather couch at her knee-high. Hand stretched and out of her pocket, finding stylish leather cushions. Kara circled the material slowly placing both hands on it until she sat comfortably.

Her senses were halfway controlled, her chest missed her primal comfort, but it was something she had to do by herself. She sought any help, any science she knew back in her planet. The advanced technology was something she could use further than what the DEO had.

She opened her eyes in front of the red painting. She launched backward, sitting comfortably on the couch. Her elbows rested comfortably; her eyes traveled the shape of Cat's body. Kara traced with her eyes the lines, reminiscing how her brush and wrist draped over them.

Her mother's voice crossed her mind, canceling any view and noises from outside. Eliza created an antidote earlier for the white Kryptonite. Kara was completely distracted by the idea of his meta abilities.

There was a change Retro could control his molecular density granting him the opportunity to phase through solid surfaces or objects. She shook her head, thinking that her family could simply chase after him when he effortlessly phased through the floor after he created the distraction with the lights.

Kara removed her glasses, looking at the sewer underneath her gallery. She could see agents seizing clues and following the pipes north and south, hoping to find a destination.

"Come back to me." The words of Cat were distant. The soothing tone evoked minuscule butterflies in her stomach. "Please, Kara." She closed her eyes, quickly opening them in the direction of the painting. Kara stood glasses back on her face. Her body hit the column. Kara felt lost in translation. She wasn't aware of the minuscule strong move.

"Kara," Kara quickly blinked, turning softly to her sister. "Go home, there's nothing you can do here."

"I know," Kara moved forward from the column. "I wonder how many times he was inside CatCo."

"Don't overthink." Alex murmured, knowing Kara didn't need an ultimatum.

Kara nodded. "I'll see you at home." Kara kissed Alex's cheek and walked away. "I need everybody there. It doesn't matter at what time." Alex nodded.

"Kara?" The heroine complied, her face flashing the constant blue and red lights from outside. "We'll get him."

"I know." She said before disappearing in a blur.

Two hours ago

The decorations were new, something dissimilar to what Cat paid a good amount of money to expensive art home decorators. The view was momentary, the white wide cement wall had a typical distinctive decoration. The rustic unpolished stylish piece that obligates her room significant glamour held sticky gray strands of tape against pieces of paper.

Cat double-tapped the wall, sliding her hand after the corners of blueprints across her bed and over dressers.

Her feet bare.

She wore Kara's Midvale shirt along with sweatpants. Her hair tranquil and loose over her shoulders. She lifted her glasses to rub her tired eyes when she heard her phone vibrating on the dresser.

She grabbed it, closing the open door of her room. Dianna, Carter, Ollie, and Adam were outside watching a movie. They needed the distraction and so did she, hence the blueprints on the wall. She studied them over and over, learning where entrances began and finished. The phone vibrated on her hand again.

"Winn." She whispered. "Did you get in?"

"I did." He squealed, but Cat was nervous. "I'm downstairs."

"Good, do you want to come in?" Cat paced her bedroom with her nails scratching her forehead.

"They need me back at work," His voice shifted the earlier emotion. "I need to work on the case."

"Okay," Cat thought quickly. "Why don't you leave the laptop with the front desk man." He agreed. "Can you also tell him to charge me for a bottle of bourbon and send them both to the penthouse."

Winn was quiet for a second, but never diminishing Cat's order. She could hear the strict, detailed explications Winn provided.

"Thank you, Winn."

"Any time, Mrs. Grant."

As soon as Cat hanged up the call, a beep of an elevator announced quickly the arrivals of her items. Adam was playing with Mr. Knows and Ollie while Carter and Dianna spoke with each other on the island counter. The movie was forgotten as background noise. She stood in front of the elevator waiting patiently.

"Mommy, Mr. Knows is learning how to read." Ollie's eyes sparkled through orange rims. "Bro Bro is teaching us." Cat smiled warmly at all her kids under the same room. It provided something she never experienced before. Frankly, Cat could be lying if the feeling of happiness was crawling over her skin despite the terrible situation.

"So nice of Bro Bro," Cat repeated the nickname, intoning a soft tone. "I've heard he is very patient with elephants."

"I am." He said calling Olivia back to his side as he noticed a bottle of bourbon and a laptop on a tray once the elevator finished its course. "Come on, read this one." He tapped the book and Ollie moved Mr. Knows head toward the page.

Cat grabbed the laptop, placing the bottle of bourbon underneath her arm. Her feet were stuck, wanting to forget how easy was for her to know the contents of the red folder. Cat grabbed the thin laptop, holding it against her forearm. She worshiped the moment. The desolation of not having Kara around manipulated her abilities desiring the alcohol underneath her arm.

Cat walked to the kitchen counter, placing the laptop and bottle slowly over the granite finish. Carter and Dianna smiled, halting their conversation.

The emotions were new, something different when she assimilated the idea that her wife was her wife. She accepted Kara and that feeling was something she could never erase. Nevertheless, there was an incredible soft unique way her heart vibrated when she directs her eyes to her kids under her roof.

The earlier distraction in the gallery couldn't place this emotion in her head. Photographers, persons of interest rounded the library. Yes, Cat had her entire family under high ceilings earlier; observing soft, tranquil touches of comfort between each of her kids was a unique revelation of love.

"Can you take a picture of us?" Cat slid her phone over the counter island. Dianna quickly caught it, smiling brightly. "Come here my kids." Cat wiped a single tear before closing the distance between herself and orange glasses. "I love you," Cat kissed Ollie's cheek tenderly. "I love you," Her left hand pressed against Adam's chest. "I love you." Her face turned to find her middle son standing next to her.

"How much do you think Daily Planet will pay to see Catherine Grant—Danvers in sweatpants?" Adam alleged when he saw Dianna standing in front of them with Cat's phone.

"It all depends on the angle, the lighting and if we can also expose something from the background," Carter added. "Interior designs magazines will pay a large sum for the house of a fashion slash media magazine CEO."

Cat used a single digit to get her daughter's attention. "If you ever decide to pursue a comedic career like your brothers, I will support you, but only you." Cat rolled her eyes, bending to pick Mr. Knows from the floor so he could be in the picture. "You can be anything that you want, baby." Olivia furrowed her brows understanding her mother's last sentence.

"I want to be an astronaut." Ollie grabbed Mr. Knows from her mother's hand. With an extended arm and a closed fist, Olivia flew out of her mother's arms. "Oh, my glasses." She flew back to her mother, handed her the glasses. "I'll show Mr. Knows the moon." Ollie hugged the orange elephant. The four-year-old hovered back to her mother's arms.

Carter took Ollie's glasses from Cat's hand, placing them slowly over his sister's face. "You'd be the best Krypto—naut."

"Come on take the picture," Cat waved her hand, rushing Dianna. "I can feel the tears."

"I love you too," Adam rounded his arm around slim shoulders.

"I love you too, mom." Carter arranged his body next to Cat but stretching his hand over Adam's shoulder.

Ollie beamed flashing all her teeth while sliding her index finger over her mother's nose.

Dianna took the picture. The screen of the media mogul phone crept some tears in her eyes. Cat's soft face, expecting Olivia to finish her gesture while being around her sons was a truly beautiful image.

Cat cleaned her tears, kissing her kids and twirling her thumb over her wedding rings. Her feet didn't halt grabbing the important possessions she momentarily placed on the island counter. She strutted, passing the kitchen and the illuminated hall, through her office.

The TVs were on. The desk was full of papers after Issue Night. She threw her body over the chair, placing the laptop over papers and mail. She stretched her hand, sliding her fingers over the first drawer on the right, quickly passing the second one on her desk to stop at the third drawer. Cat's hand rested on the knob, uncertain if she should open the drawer, back then held glasses for her drinks.

She closed her eyes, sliding the drawer open. Her heart sounds in her ears as she decided to have a quick brave look at her previous habits. Cat gasped, finding a red folder sitting on top of glasses. Her hands shook as she lifted the thin material. She arranged her back, grabbing a glass from the drawer and opening the bourbon bottle. Cat poured less than the required amount for a good dose and left it over the desk for now. She slid her fingers over the side finding the red folder without anything in it.

Empty.

Cat was disappointed in herself. She sat relaxing her shoulders over the sudden constriction. Her eyes forced fresh tears when she turned to the left observing her wall filled with Ollie's drawings. She couldn't shake the idea that whatever she was going to find inside her vault could be used to harm her family.

Her hands brought the bottle closer as she poured more in the cup, defying if she should drink from it.

Cat turned her chair, avoiding opening her laptop, or drinking from the glass. Her eyes gazed at everything Ollie pinned to the wall. Her eyes move quickly, appraising, memorizing and admiring how shapes took better form.

Cat was grateful she didn't have her mind clouded with alcohol. She took deep breaths when something caught her eye on the wall. It was unique and distinctive. Ollie's drawings were traced with different shades of oranges. Cat could count with her fingers other colors similar to her daughter's favorite, like yellow.

Cat stood from the chair, moving closer to the drawings when a particular drawing caught her attention. The orange paper had four numbers scribbled in red. The lines were thin resembling one of Cat's corrective pens.

Cat ripped the drawing from the wall, walking it to the desk as she opened her laptop. She traced with her eyes the wobbly number four Ollie drew. She smiled at the small circles together creating a number eight. Cat gulped at the perfectly written number two and a vague resemblance of the letter b upside down.

4829

Her eyes clutched the paper to her chest as she shifted her eyes to the sticky note on her laptop screen with the same numbers.

"Right in front of my face." Cat murmured placing the drawing over the keyboard of her laptop.

Cat didn't know how long she's been staring at the black screen of the laptop. The yellow sticky note felt intimidating, while her daughters' felt calming. The alcohol facing her was somehow, disturbing her peace.

Cat took a deep breath, she clasped a handful of chocolate candy from her bar, tasting some in her mouth.

"Come back to me." She said on her last chew. Cat could touch her nerves. "Please, Kara."

The hopes were high. Her uncertainties didn't deceive that Kara heard her. Expectantly, she turned after a moment, not quite analyzing her entire office, but after a long look at how much bourbon was resting inside the untouched glass, she felt a soft wind over her neck. The liquid vibrated with the wind, almost covering the papers. Cat saw her wife against her desk. Her attire still from the gallery, slightly comfortable without the jacket. She followed with her eyes the long legs folded over each other. The black skirt felt tight against Kara's skin. Cat's nerves were slowly crawling back inside her secure self.

Kara was here.

Cat's bare feet moved under the carpet. She made her way to her favorite scent.

Kara didn't look up, her head was tilted to the side, listening to something. Cat granted Kara space, unaware of what she was listening.

Cat finished the remaining candy in her palm. The silence soft and mellow inside the office. Cat thought the cause was Retro, but she later pushed the idea to the side. There were so many things more important that Retro himself.

The older woman didn't diminish the latter. Her tastebuds reminded her of chocolate and despite the situation, she was exceedingly impressed by Kara's stunning face.

"Winn hacked the folder," Kara jumped at Cat's voice. Blue eyes met hazel, soft, tender and hopeful. Cat moved closer to her wife, guiding a lost strand of gold hair back to place. "My inhibition of opening a folder disappeared." Cat placed her head over Kara's shoulder.

"You smell like chocolate," Kara placed her hands over Cat's slim waist pushing her closer. The younger woman saw the bourbon glass but quickly noted the smell didn't come from her wife's mouth but from the opened bottle. "Hi." Kara smiled, shy and small.

Cat snuggled closer. "How are you, dear?"

Kara unfolded her legs, turning her body entirely to the older woman so they were face to face. "Been contemplating time travel." Cat was enamored by how striking blue eyes tried to calm her.

"Is that possible?" Cat lost in thought quickly explored the possibilities.

"To an extent," Kara shrugged. "It's hard to manipulate time because it manipulates your present."

"Let's not bother it then." Kara focused on her wife's eyes, learning, assimilating that she had her support. "Can you open the folder?" Cat whispered. Kara nodded, forcing her nerves away. She swiftly placed a soft kiss on Cat's forehead.

Kara sat on her wife's chair, grabbing the sticky note and typing the numbers in the four squares. "Whatever we find in here won't change how I feel about you."

Cat was quiet for a couple of seconds. Wondering how the universe granted her so much. "I know."

"I'm serious." Kara turned the entire chair, studying her wife's body language.

"Hi, Serious I'm your wife." Kara tilted her head. "Are you not nervous?" Cat bluntly replied, shaking her head.

"I am terrified," Kara replied calmly, crossing her arms slowly over each other. Cat got distracted between biceps wanting to escape the laced blouse. "I also know that you might freak out with what I find in here."

"Darling, let's freak out together. Are you in?" Cat asked now pacing in front of the desk.

"Yes," Kara focused on letters from the two folders. "This must be the vault codes. Two lines of letters."

Cat nodded gazing at buildings. She waved her hand, rushing Kara to the other stressful matter.

"Whoa,"

"What, what it is?" Cat was alarmed.

"Your book." Kara straight-edged her body on the chair. Cat didn't like the posture of her wife's body.

"Why are you so stiff?" Cat saw when Kara started fiddling with her glasses and Cat rushed over her side. The older woman knelt opposite her lover. "Honey?" Kara's racing heart slowed with the tender intoxicating tone Cat used on her. "What's there?" Cat shut the laptop.

"The title of your book." Kara's eyes were wide, and Cat saw the tremor in them. "I married Supergirl. That's the title."

Cat laughed, "I am not that dilutional, dear." Cat search for a fault in Kara's face and when she couldn't find any, she armored in courage and opened the laptop.

There was a folder with a document in it. Her wife wasn't lying the italic letters shone and sounded inside of Cat's brain.

I married Supergirl by Cat Grant—Danvers.

Cat placed her hands over her head. "This is all my fault."

"Your publisher must be in Opal City. This is how they came up with the entire idea." Kara turned, looking at the buildings. Cat wanted to throw up, she had that feeling in the center of her stomach where every time you breathe, it added more pain to your chest and forced your heart a little faster.

She understood Kara told her that nothing was going to change, but, this changed everything.

Cat composed herself and cupped Kara's cheeks. "Read it, dear." Kara twirled her wedding ring on her finger, flashing Cat a weird smile.

The media mogul knew the outcomes of this. In what world she decided that writing an entire book about how she married her alien wife was going to keep Kara's identity intact. She exposed her daughter, Carter and every member of her family.

"Kara, please superspeed it." She gazed at drawings now, instead of what she knew it was going to be the end of her marriage.

"This is the second time I've read it." Cat turned at the different tones Kara used. "It's brilliant."

"Something hit your head." Cat bit her lip, walking and exiting her office. Kara was faster blocking her way. Cat tensed her body with the quick halt and warm hands over the end of her elbows. She saw the heroine's hair out of place because of her superspeed.

"I love you," Kara whispered.

Cat pushed Kara's biceps. "Let me go." Hazel eyes covered in moisture faster than her wife's speed. "Do you really?" Cat turned tears falling in perfect synchronization with her turn.

Kara closed the distance, wiping Cat's tears. She knew the distress her wife was having now. "Yes, you could've picked a less alarming tittle." Cat was quiet, listening. "Nevertheless, it's the right title for what you wrote." Cat shifted on her feet, gazing past blue eyes. Kara could hear Cat's heart, hammering inside her chest. "The word, I—it's used as a citizen. We all married Supergirl," Kara needed to ease Cat's heart. "It's full of inspiration, hope, commitment, forgiveness, unity, perseverance, it's humble, beautifully written, nevertheless," At this Cat turned to Kara, cleaning her cheeks. "The last sentence it's missing. The book it's not finished."

"I am not in the mood for pretenses or pats on the back, Kara."

"Read it yourself, I'm going to change these clothes and go see our daughter."

"I'm sorry." Kara stopped with the touch of her wife. Cat saw how Kara's shoulder tensed as she looked at the floor. "I trust you, dear."

"Good," Kara removed her glasses, turning and not resisting staying away from Cat. "Maybe it was something else, it was not your book." Kara was quiet for a second, not knowing if she should tell Cat now, that her heart was alarmed. Kara quickly scanned nearby buildings. "Retro can change his molecular density. He can phase through objects and surfaces. Maybe," Cat covered her mouth. "We missed something, maybe he was paying attention to something we weren't."

"How do you beat a man that can disappear through objects."

Kara tilted her head. "Not giving him time to disappear?" Cat pursed her lips, taking short breaths. "I'm proud of you."

"Don't praise me for the book."

"No," Kara placed her glasses back on her face and grabbed Cat's chin lifting it slowly. "You don't smell like bourbon." Kara pressed her lips against plumb ones. Cat closed her eyes and Kara was gone.

The moon was high, National City was quiet. The streets were carless, the buildings and parking lots empty. Cat couldn't hear anything from her penthouse. If she paid attention, she could hear her family in the living room. Elisa, Alex, Maggie, Dianna, Carter, and Adam were in deep conversation. Alex pulled the glass board from somewhere around the house. She had a black chalk marker pointing out routes and directions of the plan to defeat retro.

Her nose could detect the soft touches of coffee in the air. She held the mug strong, enjoying the warmth. Her body was refreshed, and the red folder was forgotten. She didn't have any intention of reading it today. Cat trusted Kara, and if her wife said that the book, she wrote was amazing then she had to believe it. Cat was surprised at how her will power and instigation of intrigue was keeping her away from her own words.

The media mogul's sight was focused on something better. It was refreshing. The longer she quietly stared at it, the more she felt at peace.

Kara's gold locks were all over one side to her shoulder, she had her legs opened Indian style and Olivia sat in between them. Kara played with Mr. Knows' tail while she tried to point Ollie some constellations.

Cat reclined her body over her room patio door. She was aware that Kara and her four—year—old knew she was there, moreover, they both granted her some comfort and peace through her raging mind.

Cat learned the Baseball Stadium, memorized the letters from the vault and learned how to use a gun in the past hours. Her skin was covered in insecurities and her mind traveled to multiple scenarios of how this could go wrong.

For some season, she didn't have a good thought of victory.

A burst of laughter from Ollie forced her to focus on her sight, Cat swiftly smiled at the sight. Ollie's back was now pressed against Kara, and Mr. Knows back pressed against Ollie.

She didn't know the exchange or knew their point of conversation, but she was in pace, in love and incredibly grateful to Kara for letting her watch from afar.

Cat saw how Ollie removed her glasses and flew up the sky. Kara smiled, removing her own glasses and seeking quick approval from her wife. Cat gulped, holding the mug of coffee harder in her hands. She trusted Kara. Cat bit her lips, sipping from her coffee and nodding slowly.

Kara appeared in front of the glass, kissing the glass before flying after her daughter. Cat placed her hand over the condensation of Kara's lips.

"Slow down, baby." Kara grabbed Olive by her waist as she tried to grab a cloud in her hands.

"Momma," Olive's face was bright with the moon being so closer to her face.

"Yes, darling?"

"Show me where Krypton used to be." Kara turned her in her arms, adjusting her legs for support. "We're going higher are you okay?"

Olivia's face was excited. "Yes, momma please." Olive stretched her arm still in the comfort of Kara. "Higher to space."

Kara held her grip and flew higher, once she was stable, she released Olive in midair. "Just breathe, slowly. find a rhythm."

Olivia imitated her mother's posture, opening her arms to provide her torso alignment and bent one leg for stabilization. Kara noticed the exact moment her daughter's lugs switched to alien anatomy. "Am I doing it right, momma?"

"You're floating, baby. Good job." Olive changed her excited face. "I wish mommy could be up here with us."

Kara hovered closer to Olive. "Maybe we can bring her a suit? I'm sure Aunt Alex will let me borrow something." Olive smiled.

"Come here," Kara slowly hovered, placing her body as if she was laying on a bed. Olive quickly floated on top of Kara. "It was right there, very far, far from this earth."

"A different neighborhood of planets and stars."

Kara kissed Olive's head. She explained Krypton plants, their animals and the red sun. Olive was quiet, listening to what her mother needed to say. Kara looked down, embracing Olive. She flew higher, observing her daughters inside and keeping the rhythm of her heart in her ears.

"Wow." Olive looked down, noticing the clouds and immense oceans. "This is beautiful, momma."

"Nah," Kara grabbed her hand, not releasing her but letting her daughter hover by herself. "Nothing compares to your beauty."

"You say that because you love me."

"So, I don't love the earth? Cause I do."

Olive laughed. "No more than me!"

"You are right. So clever." Kara kissed her daughter's head and Olive snuggled closer, her eyes down, inspecting everything. "Baby," Olivia recognized that tone and she quickly searched blue eyes. "I need to ask you a favor." Ollie's small brows were furrowed, and Kara wanted to cry at how attentive and mature she looked paying attention to her mother. Even though she was almost touching the starts.

"I will fight Retro in a couple of hours." Kara gulped, trying to find the right words without Cat around to have this conversation. Olive nodded, attentive. "We are taking mommy, you and your bothers to a place where you'll be safe." Kara looked at nothing in the air and then turned to hazel eyes. "If something happens, I need you to use the red, and run fast." Kara gulped. "Away."

Kara felt insane for a second, to give such an important task to her daughter. There were so many things that could go wrong, but she was certain that she could trust Olive with such an immense responsibility.

Olivia looked past blue eyes and nodded. "I don't want to use the red, momma."

"That's fine," Kara tried to compose herself. "Promise me you'll fly?" Olive was quiet for a moment or two. Kara was aware of how important promises were for her daughter. She was sure her four—year—old was analyzing the situation. "I promise I'll be back. I will defeat him." The words were out like a blur, Kara didn't know if she meant them, but now her words were part of her. She couldn't break a promise, nonetheless, to her daughter.

"Okay, momma."

"We'll meet right here," Kara quickly thought of a place where her daughter couldn't reach any outcomes of explosions or bombs. Kara tried to lighten the mood. "Look down there, it looks like a boot? Just fly where you see the boot okay?"

"It looks like a boot, momma." She laughed pointing at Italy.

"Everything will be alright."

"Thank you." Olive snuggled closer to Kara. "I love you, momma." Kara's eyes filled with tears and she pecked Olive's head.

"I love you more," Kara smiled. "Let's go home. Next time we bring Mr. Knows."

Cat was outside in her balcony when she felt her hair move. Olivia placed her leg first on the ground running to Cat's arms. "Mommy, there's a place that looks like a boot, how silly." Ollie laughed fixing her hair.

Cat gazed at Kara, her face was red and so gorgeous. "It's Italy baby. The original place of pizza."

Olivia opened her eyes wider. "I love pizza."

Cat kissed Ollie's cheek. "I know. Pizza sounds good at three in the morning."

"Mommy, it's nighttime. We sleep at nighttime."

"Today we'll stay awake having a family super sleepover."

Olivia laughed. "Super," She shook her head in amusement. "Get it?"

"Don't you think I've forgotten about your letters you clever gorgeous being?" Cat hugged her. "Go and tell your Aunts to get pepperoni pizza."

"Yes!" Ollie slid her finger over her mother's nose and before leaving the balcony she turned back to Kara and embraced her leg. "I promise momma."

"I love you too!" Cat yelled, knowing her daughter heard her.

Cat didn't know what was causing her comfort, she was sure the answer was her family. She hated how she battled with herself.

Kara disappeared and appeared back next to Cat with her bed comforter. Cat snuggled and settled between strong arms, legs, and warmth.

"I didn't think you'd take our daughter to see Italy without me." Cat joked, resting the back of her head over Kara's collar bone. Kara embraced Cat pecking her cheek.
"I didn't plan it, honeybun." Cat was quiet, enjoying the scent of Kara. "I told Olivia to run if she was in danger." Cat tensed, but Kara stroked her forearms. "I hope that was okay."

"Yes," Cat didn't want to think of the outcomes anymore. "Is the boot place where you'll meet?"

Kara smiled. "Over it." Kara looked at Cat's face. "How will you reach her if something happens to me?"

Cat turned a little, noticing her wife's face. "No, you don't get to do that. Olivia can hear me. I will call for her if something happens. Like," Cat shook her head. "Like, you lose your powers or something."

Kara nodded, pulling Cat closer. "I'm sorry, I just want this fight to be over."

Cat took a deep breath and snuggled her head over Kara's neck. "You need to make him phase through the ground. Every other area will be compromised with him being able to trick you. You'll have a fair shot at him if you keep him on the ground." Cat's voice was powerful and comfortable. As if Cat thought about this long and steady. Kara knew how many possibles scenarios Cat ran through her mind. She has heard many times Alex's plan for everybody else, Cat's was something she could try. "Keep him on the ground, he won't be able to phase to the core of the earth."

"There's nothing underneath the Baseball Stadium."

"Presicely, dear."

"I knew I didn't marry you for your looks." Kara kissed Cat's temple. "Darling, In case of—

"I don't want to hear it, Kara." Cat slowly pushed the comforter away from her wife standing up. Cat stood there not looking at her wife, small, hugging her body as Kara looked at her features. "Just… kiss me please."

Kara stood, closing the distance. The kiss was soft at first, pushing Kara's tears down her cheeks. Cat needed to control her wife's senses, despite the desperate ones she tried to tame inside her body. Her kissed washed most of Kara's insecurities, it filled her with new beginnings and hope.

"I love you," Cat whispered, before placing a chaste kiss over the heroine's lips.

Cat exited the room, her watch read five forty—two. Her purse was hanging from the inside of her elbow with a nine caliber inside. Her black rested comfortably against the outside wall of her vault. She has been waiting with Maggie since five o'clock. The DEO granted her the opportunity to open the vault once the bank was closed and when they gave National City citizens the ultimatum to stay inside before the sunset.

Maggie had her body similar to Cat. She wasn't bothering her best friend, she was ready in place, expectant, ready for any order or the guard with the main key for the vaults.

Cat turned, counting again how many men stood lined a couple of feet away from her and Maggie. With her quick skim, she counted nineteen. Cat swiftly rubbed her temples as she noticed Maggie wiping the cannon of her gun with her shirt.

The media mogul closed her eyes, reminiscing how wonderful her morning turned to be. She woke up with an orange tail up her forehead, small hands around her left forearm and long, striking blonde hair draping against her shoulders as she reclined her body against her wife. Her body didn't hurt from her daughter's positions, Kara's and it definitely didn't hurt Mr. Know's tail. She was incredibly comfortable, troubled and weirdly restress.

Constant noises of heels poked the marble floor of the bank. Cat's gaze turned, following the sound with her brow perfectly arched.

"Today," Cat muttered as the brunette, apologized with her head and placed the singular key in the door.

"I'm sorry." The brunette had a black suit with matching heels. "The key needs to be inserted for a couple of seconds." Cat rolled her eyes, licking her lips.

Another set of heels approached the brunette and with a single read of the second guard, the vault opened a small door with a keyboard in it. The guards turned in perfect synchronization, parting their wait for the guards before placing the guns ready over their shoulders.

"Are you okay?" Maggie was sure Cat memorized the shape, and centimeters of the keyboard by now. The keys were white, with a small white letter on the inside.

Cat nodded, entering the code she memorized or couldn't erase from her memories. Right before she was going to hit enter, Maggie stopped her hand and motioned the agents to move forward.

Maggie moved Cat behind her, agents quickly created a barrier pressing each other bodies with Maggie in the shape of a triangle. Cat grabbed the handles of her purse for support as the vault unlocked slowly and spread the gold doors opened.

Cat was left behind, the agents went inside the vault covering any view of the insides for her. Her calves didn't have the necessary strength to move forward. Her hands tingled with the incorrect feeling of not wanting to know what was in the vault.

"Cat?" Maggie called her as she saw the agents, in a perfect line leaving the vault when Maggie yelled clear.

She could see the floor light up, creating lines and routes for tables and glass desks. The lab was small, there were only basic instruments. A stethoscope, a scalpel, a microscope, pieces of broken glass from flasks and a small torch.

Cat turned, closing her eyes as Maggie voiced the inevitable. "This is Retro's lab." Maggie placed her gun back in her holster and grabbed some documents. "White Kryptonite." Maggie kept flipping the pages. "Cat," Maggie's voice lowered. Cat could see the room was bigger from a small lab. She quickly ran past Maggie, touching glass when she could see her vague reflection.

Her hands found a single warm pad and she placed her hand on it.

The room illuminated itself, brighter, like a stadium or the outside of a bright parking lot. There was a tank, full of a green substance. She could see how tubes emerged from the main tank. Beer kegs were placed in a row in front of the main tank. Cat could see the condensation and cold nitrogen frozen at the base of the aluminum containers.

The cylindrical objects had colors written in black ink.

Maggie reached Cat and started reading the papers in her hands.

"Red, blue, silver, black, orange and white." She faced the containers with matching names. She touched a small latch releasing the pressure of the nitrogen. Once the level was down, she twisted opened the lid. The gas disappeared slowly revealing one or two inches or red kryptonite in it. "He found a way to create more kryptonite."

Cat gulped, she wanted to scream. There was no time for crying or running, she had, herself in her vault a weapon that could kill her wife and daughter. Her world crumbled at the thought of the other colors. She was oblivious, she forgot the reason she held the main kryptonite. Cat felt utterly useless and Maggie didn't know how she could keep something so important close to her loves ones.

"Cat you probably had a reason." Maggie tried to calm her.

Cat started to walk away, her senses and shame didn't let her face anything else. She was daunted, empty and Kara, oh Kara could hear her heartbeat.

Her hair ruffled, as she took a deep breath holding her purse stronger in her knuckles with her wife's presence blocking her way. She couldn't look at the silhouette standing in front of her.

Kara quickly x—rayed the room. She placed her soft hands over Cat's shoulders. Cat was brave enough to look up. The crest was small and black over the left side of her lead suit. Blonde hair shined over the black fabric.

Cat focused on blue, lost eyes. Kara was looking pas her, analyzing what was behind Maggie. The heroine took a step to leave Cat's side but this time the older woman placed her hand over her chest. Cat felt the strength of many gods when Kara complied with her swift touch.

"Don't move," Cat's tears rushed her cheeks. "Please." Cat started sobbing pushing her wife's body out of the vault.

"It's okay," Kara cupped Cat's cheeks. "Please darling, breathe."

"How—how can you be—so calm."

Kara's striking blue eyes were moist with tears. "I spoke with Clark, you stored the last Kryptonite." Cat shook her head, it didn't make sense, nor of this did. "You didn't know a man could phase through walls, reach your vault and make different variations of it."

"This could kill you." Cat launched her body against Kara's chest. The younger woman looked back at Maggie. The detective was still looking at papers for information.

"I'm here, you got him before he could harm me." Kara cleaned Cat's cheeks. "I trust you." Kara tilted her head, alerting Maggie to move from the kryptonite. Kara embraced Cat as she laser beamed all the kegs on the floor, destroying and combining all liquids. Cat could feel the heat in between them still coming from Kara's eyes.

The DEO agents rushed to Kara, placing a gas mask over her face and running inside the vault. Cat turned to Maggie who had her phone on her ear. Cat saw the agents, destroying the Kryptonite and placing the mineral inside heavy and lead protected trunks. They quickly cleaned the vault and ran escorting the mineral out of her view.

Kara removed the gas mask, smiling softly at her wife. "You didn't know."

"I'm sorry," Cat said holding her purse against her chest.

She heard steps and quickly grabbed the gun inside her purse, dropping the expensive bag and, pointing right behind to Kara's shoulder.

"Woah, it's me." Alex held her hands in the air.

"Who gave you a gun?" Kara asked, slowly grabbing the gun from Cat's small hands. Alex shook her head no, shrugging her shoulders and the heroine quickly looked past her to her wife's best friend.

"She needs to protect herself, the only rule I gave her was: only for emergencies, Cat!" Maggie rolled her eyes avoiding any eye contact with Alex.

The ceiling of the vault trembled and they all crouched at the sound of a big explosion. Kara opened her eyes, listening quickly outside and the distress call.

"Detonation at National City Metro." Was heard from Maggie's radio. Alex tapped her ear listening to the same information.

"Kara," Cat stopped her standing on her tiptoes and kissing her softly. "Come back to me."

"Always." Kara pecked her wife's kiss and turned to Maggie and Alex. "Please be safe."

"You too," Alex whispered and Maggie quickly came to Alex's side.

Maggie's radio kept talking and she quickly turned it off, not wanting to distress Cat.

Alex's phone rang and she quickly picked it up. "We're talking Olivia and the boys away. He attacked early." She was quiet for a second. "No, do not take them from the DEO, wait until I get there. We're taking J'onn's ship."

Alex, Maggie and, Cat started running up the stairs, and on the way to the exit of the bank. The streets of National City were empty easy for the DEO van to quickly stop at the entrance.

Maggie opened the door, entering first. Alex jumped in helping Cat to get in the van when something hit her on the head. Maggie's muffled scream alerted Cat but it was too late. A strong man had his hand around Maggie's mouth.

"Let them go," Cat said opening her hands and placing her bag on the floor of the van. "Just take me."

"That won't be possible." The driver turned around, showing his salt and pepper beard and his yellow teeth. "Maggie's already sleeping." Cat quickly turned to Maggie. Cat went over her body as some other guy closed the door of the van and Retro speed away with all three women inside.