Headcanon: When Carter gets sick Cat is the most sympathetic, caring mother. But as soon as it has run its course Cat is disinfecting every surface of the apartment…
Cat has spent the last week at home working from her personal office to be closer to Carter while he has the flu. Refusing Kara’s attempts to get her out of the apartment and let her take care of Carter. Instead, only being told quite sharply that there’s hasn’t been a cold or flu that has been able to take Cat Grant out of commission for well over a decade and she’s not about to leave her son now. So Kara let’s it go, and brings home files when Cat asks and makes sure that people are following Cat’s emailed instructions.
The week passes in a blur of thermometers, soup, and more phone calls then necessary with James temporarily in charge. When Carter wakes up with more colour then he’s had in days, and no temperature, Cat glows, kissing Carter on the forehead. As soon as he is back in his room Cat is digging out a tube of wipes, and a spray bottle of disinfectant from under the sink.
It starts in the kitchen, all the dishes being thrown in the dishwasher to go through the sanitation cycle, every handle, button and counter top being wiped down. Towels are taken from every bathroom and put through the washer at the highest temperature as the cleaning process is repeated. Every toothbrush hitting the garbage without second thought. Beds are stripped and sheets thrown in the wash the moment the towels come out, clothing from the last week separated into piles waiting their turns.
The apartment smells like bleach and clean laundry scented air spray when Kara walks in. Every balcony door and window open to let the air flow through, bringing down the temperature a couple degrees lower then usual. Kara finds Cat in the bathroom in blue rubber gloves with floral cuffs, hair tossed into a messy bun as she leans over the side of the tub scrubbing away with vigour.
“Where’s my toothbrush?”
“I tossed it.” Cat hasn’t looked up or lost momentum as she continues scrubbing.
“Carter was sick.”
“So you threw out my toothbrush?”
“You needed to replace it anyway.” Cat looks up with a short laugh as Kara sticks her tongue out at her.
“Where are our pillows?” Kara calls when she heads out of their bathroom to change into something more comfortable after work.
“I’m getting us new ones, Carter napped in our bed this week.”
“Cat.” The change in Kara’s tone brings her to the door, wiping her forehead on her arm. “We do not need to replace our pillows. You said yourself you never get sick, and well, it’s not like I can.”
Cat only watches her for a moment before Kara realizes that’s not enough to convince her.
“Why don’t I throw them in the dryer through a hot cycle instead? And if you get sick I’ll heat vision them.” Kara smiles as Cat shakes her head in amusement as she strips off her gloves.