Hey, if you're still taking promts, could you maybe turn this meme into a supercat fic? Person A: I'm off to that meeting / Person B: Forget something? / Person A: Yes! *kisses Person B* / Person B: I meant your pen [whispers] but thank you
(I have only seen the one where it’s with the boss and since that’s been going around as the new supercat thing, I figured it would work)
Bent over the coffee table, staring at spreads and making notes, Kara was hard at work. Cat had asked her to figure out what seemed off about it and now she was digging through every word, every straight edge angle of the pictures, and every note that Cat had already made in order to try and make her boss satisfied with the layout. She jotted down notes with her red pen, the one she always used when editing anything.
Cat walked into the office, having just come back from a meeting with some builders to clean up the latest of the evil ex-employee messes. Thankfully it was yet another one that Supergirl had been around to take care of. She walked past Kara on her couch and went to her desk, opening her laptop and fingers starting to click on the keys.
Kara looked up, somehow having not heard her boss walk back into the room. “Ms. Grant, how is the construction coming along? Were they able to get the Supergirl sized hole in the conference room fixed yet?”
Cat looked up at Kara over her laptop, glasses gripping tight just below the bridge of her nose. There was no more pretending between them; Kara had finally come clean. But when at work, Cat had promised to pretend she didn’t know that the city’s superhero was on her payroll. “Yes, thankfully. Just a few more holes to plug with spackle and tomorrow a fresh coat of paint will make the whole mess vanish.”
Kara smiled and nodded. “Good. You know, I’m sure Supergirl would be more than happy to pay for it if you asked.”
Cat sighed. “I already told you, Kara, Supergirl has saved my life enough times that she doesn’t deserve to get slapped with the bill. Besides, I started a Superhero damage insurance fund for CatCo.”
Kara couldn’t help but laugh a bit. “Maybe you should offer that to people who subscribe to The Tribune for a year.” She was kidding but Kara’s face fell from the laugh when she saw the wheels turning in her boss’s head. “Ms. Grant I was totally kidding.”
Cat shrugged then looked down at the clock. “It’s five o’clock, by the way.”
Kara looked at her watch and sighed. “Damn it, I’m late for the meeting.” When Cat raised her eyebrow, Kara shrugged. “Nothing important. Just my side job.” She stood, packing up her things and bringing the layout over to Cat. “I found a few other errors but I’m not sure if I figured out what was bugging you. I could take another look at it tomorrow if you would like.”
Cat waived her hand dismissively. “No, no. I’m just being a pain. I’m sure you did a perfect job as always.” She took the layout and shoved it into her bag. “I’ll just take them home and give them one last look before Olsen can have them back.”
Kara smiled. “Okay, well, I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” She rounded the couch and stopped when she heard Cat clearing her throat. “Yes?”
Cat pulled off her glasses, eyes quickly shifting to the coffee table and back. “Forget something?”
Kara’s eyes went wide. “Oh, yes!” She walked over to Cat and leaned down, kissing her forehead. “I’ll call you when I’m home from my extra curricular activities.”
Cat blushed and quickly glanced outside of her office, relieved to see no one there. “I meant your pen.” She then looked up at Kara and smiled, whispering, “But thank you.”