#katekara

Make Me Choose

IM SCREAMING KARA IS LIKE

OW WTF

AND KATE IS LIKE

OH YOU DEAD NOW MOTHERFUCKER

Things have not become any easier in this timeline.

Lena watches as Kara leans tiredly on the back of a chair, eyes closing briefly to steady herself, and everything inside her aches to reach over, to offer a hand, an arm, a heart.

Her ribcage is a cauldron of emotions, each rearing its head from time to time, wrestling for control, and Lena swallows thickly, waiting out the nostalgia to be replaced with a more familiar anger.

Before, though, while her eyes are still invariably focused on Kara, she sees Batwoman approach, a careful hand resting on Kara's shoulder as she leans down to speak quietly, her red hair falling like a curtain as if that would seclude them away from the world. 

Jealousy flares hotter than anything else, tinting everything green, and Kara is now looking up to smile sweetly at whoever is behind that awful cowl, a smile so simple and honest– Lena wonders if Batwoman knows who Supergirl is, if Kara offered her the truth as easily as that smile, if she even waited a day before trusting this woman with her secret.

Ya girl is bored and it’s missing SuperBat hours. (Also superbatcanary cause why not?)

1. KaraKate

2. CissieCassie

3. DonnaKori

4. HarleyIvy

5. SaraNyssa

"Hello, welcome to Noonan's, can I take– holy shit," their waitress fumbles with the menu, nearly dropping it when she looks up.

To be fair, they must be quite the sight– Batwoman and Supergirl, waiting in line to get some coffee. Kara is pretty sure there's still cement dust in her hair.

"Hi, we'd like two lattes and like, a dozen donuts?" She looks inquisitively at Kate, earning a small shrug in reply. "Yeah, we'll start with a dozen."

"Uh, sure?" The girl blinks, still looking dazed, "I mean, it'll be– on the house, of course, I, uh. Thank you for your service?"

"Not military," Kate grunts and she's using her voice modulator thingy, and Kara bets it's just to sound more intimidating because she's doing the stoic thing, but her eyes are sparkling– she's amused. 

Kara hides her smile. "But we appreciate the sentiment," she makes a mental note to drop by later and stuff the tip jar full. "Right, we'll just– " gesturing vaguely towards the tables, dragging Kate with her as she makes a beeline to the farthest one, nearly at the back and with no other patrons around.

There's even poor lighting, so Kate should feel right at home. “We’ll probably be trending on twitter later,” Kara points out, hearing the clicks of cameras around and shushed whispers.

“Great,” Kate snorts, voice back to normal, “I’m sure Vesper Fairchild will have a field day.”

“We can leave if you want?” She offers, hesitating before covering Kate’s gloved hand with her own. After all, this might be a date, right? It might, but it also might be just two friends getting coffee after kicking some ass and it’s not like Kara is going to just ask and make everything awkward. It’s probably not, that’s just wishful think, yeah, so she should probably– 

Kate turns her hand, intertwines their fingers, smiles. Genuinely smiles. “Hey now, you were hungry. What kinda date would I be if I left you go hungry?”

Oh. Okay, okay, cool, cool, this is fine, this is totally fine, Kara’s got this, no problemo. So this is a date, okay, Kara is not freaking out, not at all, it’s not like she’s been crushing on Kate for like, the past couple months and it’s not like she tried to ask her out a bunch of times before and ended up chickening out every time, nope. 

“I mean,” Kate clears her throat, pulling her hand back and looking unsure for the first time since the whole universe restarted, and shit, Kara took too long to say anything, didn’t she? “We can leave if you want?” Her voice softens, quietens, “and it doesn’t have to be a date if you don’t want.”

That is what finally snaps Kara out of it. “No, no, no– I mean, yes! I want this to be a date! I want very much this to be a date! I mean, let’s stay.”

Kate takes her hand again and it’s been only a little while, but Kara has already missed her smile fiercely. “Let’s stay.”

It’s easy to grin back at Kate, giddy and stupidly happy, like the sun is shining inside her, like they’re the only two people in all the Earths, like she’ll die if she ever stops looking at Kate. Sure, tomorrow there’ll be a thousand comments and articles about their date, there’ll be speculation and opinions, and there’ll be chatter over it for weeks, but it’s whatever.