Pink Kryptonite

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"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Lena asked as Alex slipped the Pink Kryptonite into Supergirl's costume.

"Do you want to find out if she's into you, or not?" Alex asked back, and when Lena could only nod, Alex gave her a smug smirk before continuing her work, lining Supergirl's outfit with the Pink Kryptonite chips.

Rumors had been circulating for quite awhile now that Supergirl may, or may not, have had rather strong feelings for the local Luthor, and now, Alex had finally come up with a solution to put those rumors to rest one way or another. She had revealed to Lena that there were multiple types of Kryptonite and one of the rarer kinds, pink, would be exactly what Lena needed to get some answers. If Lena wanted to know whether or not the rumors about Supergirl's feelings for her were true, all she needed was a little bit of Pink Kryptonite...

"Well, if you know so much about it, why haven't you tried it yourself?" Lena had asked when Alex came to her with this proposal.

"Because I don't know how to make it," Alex had admitted. Alex had actually wanted to try the Pink Kryptonite out on Supergirl for quite awhile now, but since she had neither the knowledge nor the resources to make Pink Kryptonite for herself, it had only been a blissful dream for her. But now, with Lena Luthor in the game, Alex had a shot at making her dream a reality. If there was anyone out there with the brains and the tools to figure out how to make Pink Kryptonite, it was Lena. And once Alex managed to get Lena to agree to this wild scheme, Lena did not disappoint.

Now here they stood, a couple weeks later, the plan finally going into motion.

"Now all we need is for some disaster to strike, and then, when Supergirl comes, we'll let the Pink Kryptonite work its magic!" Alex declared once she finished sprinkling the last bits of the pink rock into Supergirl's suit. Lena still looked a bit reluctant to expose Supergirl to Kryptonite, but after numerous reassurances to Alex that it would not harm the Kryptonian, Lena had finally relented. Now, as she watched Alex pack Supergirl suit away again, she could feel a flicker of fear burning in her chest. But it was not fear about what the Pink Kryptonite would do to Supergirl. It was a fear about what it would do to Lena. What would it show Lena? What would this stuff reveal to Lena? And how? And would she be able to tell?

Alex said the signs would be obvious, but what did that mean? Would Supergirl start making out with her on spot? While Lena had to admit that it was a nice idea, the mere thought of its suddenness made Lena mildly uncomfortable. Or what if it had the opposite effect? If it turned out that the rumors were false and Supergirl had no feelings for her, would Supergirl go flying away from her faster than a speeding bullet? That idea wasn't very pleasant to the Luthor either. But as Alex refused to reveal anything more to her about how the Pink Kryptonite would work, Lena forced herself to be content with what little she did know about the substance and wait for life to reveal the rest...

A couple days later, the opportunity at last presented itself for the big reveal. It was a small disaster, an attempted robbery on one of the smaller banks towards the edge of the city, but Supergirl showed up anyway. To her, no crime was too big or small to ignore. So long as she knew it was happening, she would be there. Today was no exception. Once Supergirl got to the scene, she managed to put down all five of the robbers in mere seconds, earning herself a hearty bout of cheering from all the relieved bank visitors and workers. Conveniently among them was Ms. Luthor herself (Alex having sent her over the moment she found out about the robbery).

"Well, I must say, Supergirl, that was quite the rescue," Lena made her presence known to the Girl of Steel who turned around with a pleased and surprised smile when she heard that familiar voice.

"Ms. Luthor! I didn't realize you were here," said the Girl of Steel, but there wasn't any distrust or wariness in her voice. But then again, there wasn't any obvious signs of infatuation. At least none that Lena could detect.