Investigative Journalists // Karamel

Chapter 1 // Kara

The Girl of Steel may be the strongest and most powerful person in National City, however, something like getting up for work still felt like a lot, especially considering getting ready could easily take her a split second. This particular morning brought with it more than just the usual procrastination. The man who'd stole her heart was lying next to her, staring into her comet blue eyes.

"Good morning beautiful," he said.

"Good morning," she replied with a smile and leaned in for a quick kiss.

"M-hmm now this is how I love to start my mornings," Mon-El replied. 

"Me too. As much as I wish I could stay with you, I've got a job to do," Kara said, getting out of bed.

Mon-El grabbed her by the hand, gently tugging her to get her back in bed with her. "How would the most beautiful woman in the universe want to stay for a few more minutes?"

Kara froze for a second, her eyes looking nowhere specific, but her expression showed caution and focus. She let go of his hand and said, "Sorry, duty calls. Supergirl doesn't have a day off."

"Oh c'mon," Mon-El said as she ran through the apartment, changing into her Supergirl outfit and standing by the window.

"I'll be back before you know it."

Faster than a speeding bullet, Supergirl left the apartment, the same as usual, through the small window in the living room. She heard Mon-El say to himself, "I hope everything was...good." 

Oh yes, Mon-El, it was all very good, now Central City needs Supergirl. 

With both of her hands outstretched in front of her, she continued forward, right to the center city. The screeching of car wheels, heartbeats elevated, sirens screaming, gunshots firing, all pointed to some sort of criminal on the loose. Flying parallel to the car, she followed until she knew who exactly they were after.

"Supergirl, there she is, looks like our job today is about to get easier," said a police officer inside one of the cars.

"I wouldn't rely on her if I were you. It's not like Superman decided to show up or something," said the other.

Right, that gets old quickly.

Speeding forward, she spotted a car going from lane to late, recklessly increasing speed at the same time. Flying right in front of it, her feet landed so abruptly the road cracked beneath them. The driver didn't have enough time to stop and the hood of his car bent at an extreme angle and smoke from his engines. 

Just as he tried to open the door of the car to escape, Supergirl moved in a blink of an eye right in front of him. "Going somewhere?"

As Supergirl kept him with no escape, the abrupt breaking of the police cars indicated she had backup. "Told you our job is now easier," one of the police officers said. With her job done, she took off with all the momentum she had, right up into the sky. 

Before anyone could notice, Supergirl landed in her apartment, noticing the table covered with food. Changing into her human clothes, all she had left was to put on the glasses. "Mon-El?" She called. 

"Be right there," he replied. Getting curious, she x-rayed the place and saw he was still getting ready for the day. Letting out a smile, Kara sat down and waited for him to join her. "And I'm here babe, just like promised."

"With breakfast I see," Kara said.

"Of course," Mon-El replied.

"Even though I may be faster at making the food, it never tastes this good," she commented, taking a bite of the fresh waffles. 

"Anything for you." The two gravitated towards each other, inseparable. Being just a few centimeters from each other's faces, Kara's phone went off. Letting out an awkward laugh, she took the phone out of her pocket.

"I am so sorry. It's work," she said.

"It's okay babe, take it."

"Hello," she started. "James I... okay I'll get you the story before lunch... yeah, I just need a few more quotes from Lena and... okay."

"He sounded like an angry boss there," Mon-El remarked. 

"No kidding. I need to get to L-Corp before Lena leaves for Metropolis," Kara said.

"Metro...whatever, isn't that where your cousin is from?"

"Yup. I don't get it, it sounds like she's hiding something, I just can't tell what."

The silence grew more apparent when he didn't say anything back. A little confused, she looked up, only to find he wasn't where he stood just a few seconds ago. "Mon-El? That was-"

"I'm going with you," he interrupted her, wearing his Mike Matthews clothes, his hand adjusting the glasses she gave him.

"Uh... no, you're not. It's my job as a reporter to figure this out," Kara said, raising her eyebrows.

"Right but don't you need someone doing investigative journalism while you get those quotes?" he suggested.

"Fine, fine, you can come with, just stay out of trouble... Mike."

"Yes ma'am."