Broken Hearts (SuperCorp)

Lunch Date

The soft leather sticks to my face as I try to raise my head. A soft white blanket covers me. I hear someone in the kitchen. Then I smell it, syrup. I quickly get up and walk towards the source of the smell. There's Lena in the shirt she wore last night and shorts. Her hair was up in a messy bun. She is making pancakes, a stack already sits on a plate with sausage links piled next to them.

"How did I not smell you making sausage links, and how did I not know you cooked?" I ask.

"You were pretty out, and I wasn't always rich. In fact, I didn't inherit anything really until Lex was arrested. The trust fund my father set up I don't even get until I'm 30. So yes, I had to learn to fend for myself. Lillian only paid for ways to ship me off places."

When she finishes the last pancake she scoops up a stack and puts them on the plate in front of me, along with some sausage. I dig in with very little grace as Lena gets her own and sits next to me at the kitchen island.

"Lena this is fantastic," I say in between bites. She smiles a thanks. I'm almost done when I realize something.

"Oh no! What time is it?" I glance at the clock, 7:54. "Shoot, I have to be at work at 8:30 today." I get up quickly and go grab my jacket off the couch.

"Thank you, Lena, I'll call you later. I'm sorry I have to go." As I head toward the elevator, I see her face. She looks disappointed so I go over and give her a quick hug before leaving.

Once I reach the bottom floor I quickly run to the alley behind the building so I can take off. Once home I change into one of my usual work outfits. Supergirl uniform underneath, 8:10, perfect amount of time to make my usual walk to work.

The rest of the day progresses as normal, except I get a text form, Lena, asking if I want to grab lunch at Noonan's and I agree of course. I have to go out to follow a lead for a story but I still make it to lunch at noon as promised. I grab a table outside as I wait on Lena and order a couple of waters.

When she finally arrives she isn't alone. Walking just half a step behind her is Nasthalthia, and of course, Dave is just behind her.

"Hey Kara, Nasthalthia decided to join me last minute. Sorry, we are late."

"It's okay. We will just have to order another water when the waitress gets back." I slid my untouched water to Nasthalthia who takes it without a word. She doesn't say much, like ever. In fact, I think she's only spoken directly to me once. Five minutes pass, then ten. Lena and I talk about work a little then our plans for the weekend. She invites me to come over again Friday and I happily accept.

"Where is our waitress? She hasn't come back at all." I say. A little frustrated at such poor service because it was always so good here. The tinted glass is too dark to really see through. "I'm going to go look inside." I get up from the table.

When I open the door, it takes a second for my eyes to adjust. Then I realize what is happening, three gunmen have all the staff and customers lined up on the far wall, facing it. Another has the manager at gunpoint trying to open the wall safe behind the bar. The fifth is closest to me, in front of the U-shaped counter. He's assembling something in his hands. It's an explosive device.

The bell from the door causes the man to jump and his hand slips. I only have time to throw myself to the ground around the corner of the bar as the explosion from miss connected wires rips through the air. My highly sensitive hearing makes it feel like my eardrums erupted. The ceiling is crumbling down and a beam falls toward me. Luckily it hits the bar counter first and stops.