it's two a.m. ... all mistakes and poor life choices are my own
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“Ms.Grant, don’t move. Four men just came in here with guns. Stay behind me while I call my sister. She’s in the FBI.” Kara said lowly enough that only her boss could hear her.
“I should’ve known better than to come to the bank on a Monday… or in person.” Cat rolls her eyes.
“Alex, I’m at First National City Bank with Ms.Grant. Four armed men just entered the bank after us. Get here ASAP.” Kara said as calmly as possible and hung up before Alex could respond.
“You don’t have to do this.” Kara said as she stepped forward, always being sure to obscure Cat from their vision.
“You don’t know anything about us.” said a gruff male voice. “And don’t you dare try to play the hero, little girl.”
“I’m no hero.” Kara scoffs. “I am a particularly average human being. I work around the clock for very little pay. My boss has yet to get my name right and I’ve worked directly under her for two years. My love life is non-existent and on top of all of that I’m an orphan. If you were to kill me now, I can only think of two people who would actually miss me. Now, please put down your gun and go.” Kara creeps forward with open hands.
“Not on your life.” one of the men scoffs and Kara allows him to put her into a chokehold. <em> I really deserve an Oscar for this performance. <em> she thinks.
“Kiera!” Cat yells desperately and Kara nearly rolls her eyes.
“Look at what we’ve got here.” the big one that Kara had been speaking to initially, dragged Cat to her feet by her blonde hair.
His attention diverted, the man who had grabbed Kara shoved her to the floor and placed a well aimed kick to her head. Kara allowed her neck to swing with the movement, twisting awkwardly though the move had had no effect on her. She closed her eyes, feigning death. Though it pained her, she ignored Cat’s cry for her, the correct name for once. Kara went limp and felt herself being dragged into a back office, the sounds of Cat crying growing softer the farther away she got.
As soon as Kara heard the lock click and steps leading away she scrambled to her knees and looked out through the window. Cat seemed relatively safe, tossed back into her pace as the robbers argued amongst themselves outside of human earshot. She turned her Bluetooth earwig back on as someone was forced to collect cell-phones from the hostages.
“Alex, I’m playing dead in a back room. SHould I quick change and save the day? Please tell me that you guys are en route.”
“We are coming as quickly as we possibly can, but it will still be awhile. Hang in there, Kara. Do your best little sister.” Alex’s tone was worried, but not panicked. In all things, she trusted no one more than Kara.
“I am going to handle this as best I can but you’ll have to help with getting Kara and Supergirl out of the room where we both are. I would hate to out myself tonight. Clark would be so pissed… not to mention Eliza. She’d probably have to kill you.” Kara chuckles nervously.
“I love you.” Alex signed off.
“I love you more.” Kara replied.
She hung up and turned the doorknob as gently as possible, straining her ears to get every detail she possibly could; right down to the staccato notes of Cat’s heartbeat, the tears sliding down her cheeks.
