Supercorp- One shots

Hard Negotiations

Every day started out the same: Kara rolled out of bed at five-thirty in the morning and hurried into the shower, then she dressed in a modest and unflattering pants suit. She combed out her hair, tied it up in a messy bun, brushed her teeth and grabbed a hockey-puck sized suppressor tablet.

While she waited for the tablet to fizz in water so she could drink it down, Kara moved around in the kitchen to make breakfast for her family. She cut apples into bite-sized pieces for her daughter Elle and then whipped up a quick egg soufflé or a frittata with peppers.

Lena came into the kitchen from her separate master bedroom around six o'clock in the morning. With a tight frown on her face, she watched Kara drink down her suppressor-infused water, and then went about packing Elle's bag for Pre-K. She put in extra books and science activities, in case their precocious three year old became bored with whatever the teacher had planned for that day.

For the most part, Lena had nothing to say to her, but Kara always smiled the brightest in the morning and kissed Lena on the cheek.

In turn, Lena always lingered with her arms around Kara —which lasted until they both heard small feet rushing towards them.

Unlike most children of her age, Elle needed no help waking up, but she did need help with things like dressing and combing her hair. Her blonde curls were full of knots in the morning, like she had spent the entire night rolling around.

Lena scooped Elle up as soon as she barreled into the room, and for the next hour, it was a pleasant chaos.

"I want ice cream," Elle announced as Lena lowered her into a high-chair and belted her in, then ran a quick diagnostic on the power-suppressing bracelet the little girl wore.

"No ice cream for breakfast," Kara firmly told her and placed a small blue tray in front of her with apples and a slice of the frittata she made. "You can have eggs and apples. You love apples."

"I don't. I love ice cream. Mommy, can I have ice cream?" Elle asked and set her pleading green eyes on Lena, in case she could wheedle it out of her instead.

"After dinner," Lena bargained and settled down at the table so she could brush the messy hair from Elle's eyes. "You'll have a special dinner tonight like we talked about – just you and Momma."

It was a little reminder of their impending divorce. No matter how many daily reminders Kara received, it struck her harder each time.

Even though it was a mutually agreed upon decision, Kara couldn't help the way her smile disappeared. She stood at the counter and began prepping Elle's lunch, and thankfully the distraction helped her mood to bounce back.

Divorce felt like the healthiest option for them, because Kara didn't want Lena to be miserable in a marriage where they hardly connected anymore. It would be good for their family and she and Lena would be great co-parents and friends. The thought of that brought Kara's smile back and she finished cutting the crusts off of two sandwiches, one for Elle and one for Lena.

When she turned around, she noticed that Lena had been observing her and glaring at the sandwich.

"I suppose I shouldn't even be here this morning if we want to get into the swing of our new custody arrangement," Lena muttered as she came over to speak to Kara out of Elle's earshot. "Should I just meet you at noon with our mediator?"

"Oh, sure, that's—that's fine—that would be great," Kara agreed.

It confused her when she noticed just a small touch of anger on Lena's face.

Lena gave her the cold shoulder after that, turning around to kiss the top of Elle's head. "Have a great day, Ellie, and I'll see you tomorrow," She whispered and then exited the room before Kara could even give her the lunch bag she hastily packed.