The Shape of Things to Come

17

Sometimes Cat Grant was honestly amazed by the people who worked for her. Usually, she was amazed at how much they thought they could get away with before she brought down the hammer, but on a rare occasion, she had one of those moments where she could not believe that she wasn't aware that she had someone working for her who could produce work of such high quality.

Bunny Watson was one of those rare individuals.

"That's just a first pass, of course," the woman said, as Cat looked at the file roughly the side of a phone book.

"This is more than adequate, Ms. Watson," Cat said. She reached down, and slid open the bottom drawer of her desk, pulling out the box that had been waiting for this moment. "Kara said you liked Champagne?"

"I'll admit to a certain fondness for the drink," she said, one corner of her mouth turning up in a grin.

Cat set the box on the desk and pushed it forward. "I appreciate your attention to detail, Ms. Watson."

"Please, anyone who buys me a three-hundred-dollar bottle of booze can call me Bunny," she said.

Cat smiled. "Okay, Bunny. I trust I don't need to emphasize the need for discretion?"

"Given what I found, I think you need to emphasize the need to that girl, but my lips were sealed the moment I realized what I was looking at."

"Thank you, Bunny. I think this will be all for now, but if I need anything else..."

"You know where to find me," Bunny said. She picked up the box that held the bottle of Cristal, and turned around, leaving the room with a bit of a spring in her step and leaving Cat to look over her research.

She spent hours going through it all. Birth Certificate, school records, death certificates for her parents, foster home paperwork, adoption papers. Child and Family Services Division reports. Payments out of a trust fund established upon her parent's deaths. A special one-time Scholarship awarded by the Wayne Foundation. A death certificate for her foster father, Jeremiah Danvers. A copy of Eliza Danvers' will, filed a month after Jeremiah's death leaving custody of both children to Clark Kent in the event of her death. College transcripts for Kara and her sister, Alex. Tax forms indicating Alex worked at some sort of biology lab. Photos of Alex Danvers with a gun visible tucked inside of her jacket as she leaned across a counter at Noonan's to grab a sugar packet. A photo of Kara side by side with a photo of Supergirl, and a report from a piece professional grade facial recognition software indicating a 99.7% match.

There were stickie notes all through out, pointing out places where documents were inconsistent, or where records were missing. There were even a couple pointing out signatures that were forged. The link to Bruce Wayne was odd. The lawyers who handled Kara's adoption were the same lawyers who had handled the adoptions for all of Bruce Wayne's children. The trust fund which had made regular payments to first Eliza Danvers, then to Kara from her eighteenth birthday right up until her start at CatCo, was administered by the same firm which handled Bruce Wayne's finances. And of course, the special scholarship from the Wayne foundation.

If it weren't for the Supergirl angle, Cat would almost be tempted to assume Kara was Bruce Wayne's daughter. Some indiscretion when he was fifteen or sixteen years old. But the link to Clark Kent painted an entirely different picture. She didn't even need the facial recognition match to confirm it.

Kara was Supergirl, which made Clark Kent Superman, which would almost have to make Bruce fucking Wayne Batman, in this little picture. And of course, Clark Kent, who had no real reason to be rubbing elbows with some insanely wealthy Greek Philanthropist just happened to be a close, personal friend of Diana Prince, who was tall, dark haired, and cut like a Greek Goddess.