DC: The Brave and the Bawdy

Supergirl: Public Image

"Getting coffee for your whole office?"

"Hm?" responded Kara.

"Unless you plan on drinking all of those yourself," chuckled the guard, lowering his magazine to look at Kara.

Kara was walking through the lobby of the building and had just arrived at the security desk next to the elevators.

"Oh," realized Kara, looking at the frozen coffees in the cardboard cup holder in her hand, "No, just a few friends and my boss."

"Intern?"

"...personal assistant," admitted Kara.

"For the editor of The Planet?" laughed the guard, returning to his magazine, "I don't envy you."

Kara chuckled awkwardly as she boarded the elevator. She wouldn't envy herself either. She was lucky enough to be the only one in the elevator, allowing her to ride it all the way up without any stops on the way. When the doors opened she walked into the bustling office of The Daily Planet. Reporters walked speedily all around the large open room, all completely focused on their work and not even noticing Kara.

Kara was a young perky-faced woman in a pair of oversized glasses and wearing high waisted red slacks that matched the red ribbon bow on the collar of her white sweater. Her anxiousness read clearly on her face as she rushed about the office, leaving coffees at various cubicles as she did.

"You better hurry," mused a skinny blonde woman with her attention on her monitor, "Boss is in one of her moods today."

"Thanks Cat," sighed Kara, handing the woman her frozen coffee and making her way to the editor-in-chief's office.

Kara's boss was facing away from her, cell phone to her ear and hand on her hip as Kara hurried through the open door of the office. The woman turned away from her disheveled desk to make eye contact with Kara and hold up a single finger to signal her to wait.

Kara stopped in her tracks. The woman's fierce gaze was enough to freeze her with just a glance.

"Uh-huh," said the woman into the phone, "Sounds good. See you at 2:00."

She hung up.

"Ms. Lane!" smiled Kara, "Here's your- Whoa!"

Time seemed to stop. For Kara, this was more than hyperbole. So long as she was under Earth's yellow sun, her Kryptonian physiology improved just about every one of her natural abilities. This included her reaction time and perception. So when she stepped on her own shoelace and lunged forward, she could see everything as if time had severely slowed down. She saw Lois slowly stepping back and cringing. She saw the last two frozen coffees tumbling out of the cup holder as the liquid inside flung outward. She saw the floor slowly becoming closer as she continued her fall forward. With her powers, she could right herself and catch the drinks before anything went wrong. Unfortunately, her powers were a secret. So she had to commit to the gaff and allow herself to fall forward directly on top of the two coffees as they spilled all over the carpeted floor and splattered all over the front of her sweater as she crushed the plastic cups under her body weight.

Kara quickly grabbed her glasses and returned them to her face before meekly looking up at Lois. The pantsuit clad editor-in-chief tapped her foot impatiently for a moment before rolling her eyes.

"I am so sorry!" exclaimed Kara, grabbing the remains of the cups and returning them to the cup holder, "I'll go get some paper towels and-"

"In a moment," sighed Lois, "First I want to talk to you about the Roadrunner articles."

"Yes," nodded Kara, getting to her knees and ignoring her dripping wet sweater, "I'm sorry that was all I could find. There's only so many articles the Planet has written about that cartoon."