AN: After watching supergirl I couldn’t get this out of my head. This is separate from my Supermom series.
There are super villains out there who would beg for this moment; to have Supergirl at their mercy, begging for their help. You however, you would do anything to be about a thousand miles away from her at this moment. You love Kara, you really do. She’s your best friend, and you’d do anything for her. Well… almost anything. “I don’t do blind dates.”
“Please Y/N. Please. He’s distraught about the breakup. And he needs to get back out there, and you…”
“What about me?”
She winces, “Well, you haven’t been out on a date in over a year.”
You frown, “I’ve been busy. I got that promotion at work, and you know Lew is an attention hog.”
Kara’s face goes into a deadpan, “He’s a dog.”
“He’s my baby,” You defend.
You pause the conversation as the waitress brings your food. When she’s gone you ask, “What about Alex? She hasn’t dated in a while.”
Kara just shakes her head, “Clark and Alex don’t really get along. It’s a tug of war situation.”
“Blood vs. Nurture?”
She just nods, “Yeah, pretty much. Anyways, please. For me.”
Taking a deep breath, you lean back into your chair and stare at your best friend. You’d known Kara since you were eighteen. You’d been college roommates for four years, and another two after that. She knew your every secret, just like you knew hers. You’d known about her powers since she had shielded you in a car crash three months into sophomore year.
“I won’t deal with mopey, and if he talks about how great Lois Lane is, I am out of there, and you’ll owe me breakfast for a year.”
Kara just squeals, “Thank you, thank you so much. It’ll be fun, I promise. James and I will be there with you two, the entire time.”
You just sigh, “A double date, a blind date, and first date all rolled up in one. You owe me big time.”
She just smiles and says, “I really do.”
Three days later you find yourself nervously waiting in a restaurant next to Kara. You’d never been the best at dating. You’d always found it awkward, trying to determine if you’re compatible with someone through a conversation. Looking for some sort of spark. To do so while your very in love best friend and her boyfriend made goo goo eyes at each other, was going to make it even worse.
You’re midway through thinking up an excuse when Kara squeals. It’s high-pitched, and you’re nearly convinced she’s broken your eardrum, when she bolts out of her seat, and launches herself across the restaurant, and into the arms of a man you’d only seen in pictures.
Clark Kent was a good looking man. There was no denying that fact.
And from what you’d heard he was a really good guy. Dedicated. Loyal. Protective. Just like your dog. Sitting up a bit straighter in your seat you watch as Kara moves from Clark to James. You can’t help but smile as they make dopey in love eyes at each other before finally kissing.
As the kiss grows into something more you turn away, feeling as though you’d intruded on a private moment.
“I’m torn between being incredibly happy for Kara, or ripping Jimmy’s arms off for sticking his tongue down my baby cousin’s throat.”
Turning to face the voice, you stare at one Clark Kent. He’s taller than you thought, and as he slides into the seat across from you, you can’t help but beat back a blush.
Clearing your throat, you ask, “Isn’t she technically older than you?”
He smiles and shrugs, “Details.”
Glancing back at them you wince, they’re mid make out session. “I shouldn’t turn around should I?”
You smile at him, “Not if you want James to keep his arms.”
Clark just smiles back at you, “I’m starting to think we should leave them alone.”
You smile, “They haven’t seen each other in over a week, that might be smart.”
“Is there another way out of here?”
You just smile and say, “Follow me.”
You end up on the street outside of the restaurant. “So, what’s good to eat around here.”
You smile, “That depends, are you picky?”
“Not particularly. With how much I have to eat, I like to keep my options open.”
“That sounds amazing.”
You end up at a local place you know. It’s small, and more intimate that you would have liked, but the food is simply amazing. Somewhat surprisingly, you end up having a good time.
“So what kind of dog is he?”
You swallow your bite of food first. “He’s a Goldendoodle. He’s three years old, and he’s my baby. Sorry, that sounds weird.”
Clark just smiles, “Not at all. I’m the same way with Krypto.”
“Krypton’s equivalent to a dog. Basically, he’s Superdog.”
You smirk, “Does he go around and save the animal kingdom?”
Clark smirks right back, “Only if he wants a treat.”
You can’t help but laugh. After the laughter dies down, you admit, “I’m having a much better time than I thought I would.”
Clark leans back in his chair, “Let me guess, Kara made me sound all pathetic.”
You shrug, “Maybe, a little.”
He smiles, “I’m going to contribute that to concern. Lois and I both knew it was ending. We’ve been off and on for years, and she ended up getting an amazing job offer, and we both agreed that it was too good to pass up.”
Your smile fades a bit, “Why didn’t you go with her?”
“Metropolis needs me.”
“That’s a lonely way to live. Putting an entire city of people before yourself. Ending a relationship that you were in for so long.”
His face goes serious for a minute. “Not exactly. I think, that if it were true love, and she was truly the one, I would have been willing to follow her. Or at the very least, ask her to stay. I loved Lois, some part of me still does. But I don’t think I’ve been in love with her for a while now.”
After a moment of silence, he clears his throat, “Sorry. The mopey reflection of my ex is now over.”
You smile, “No. It’s okay.”
Clark insists on paying for the food. You insist on at least leaving the tip. You’ve just stepped onto the street when your phone starts to ring. Shooting an apologetic smile at Clark, you pick up.
“He can’t come back to my place.”
Your brow knits together for a minute, before you’re able to identify the voice. “Kara?”
“Yes. Look Clark was supposed to stay at my place while he was in town, but James is here, and we’re…”
“I don’t need details.” You glance at Clark, who’s grimacing, “And neither does your cousin.” Clark throws you a grateful smile.
“Can he stay with you? In your guest bedroom?”
You glance at Clark, and have to hold back a smile. His cheeks have gone a bit red, and he looks more than a little embarrassed. “Sure Kara.”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you. I’ll pick him up in the morning.”
Pressing the end button, you simply shrug and say, “Looks like you’ll be staying with me.”
He clears his throat, “Are you sure? I don’t want to put you out, and I could always get a hotel.”
“It’s fine, honest. Just a warning though, Lew likes to give kisses. Especially when waking people up early in the morning.”
Clark just laughs, and then holds out his arm. The gesture stuns you for a minute, before you hesitantly take it. The night has been more along the lines of hanging out than a date. You’d slipped into casual mode without even realizing it.
But as you take his arm, and Clark places his hand on top of yours, you feel those stupid, wonderful, sparks.