Too Crazy To Love ~ A Supercorp Fanfic (PART 1)

Chapter Eight: Dark is the Night

The swish of the supple leather shifting as she moved was strangely satisfying. The catsuit and cowl she wore, on loan from Selina, helped her slink through the shadows, but she couldn't help but feel a little silly running around in a costume. She was a Luthor, after all. Still, there was something incredibly sexy about wearing tight leather.

I want to wear this for you, Kara. I want to crawl into your lap and show you how devoted I am. Where are you? Stop Lena! Think about something else. Anything else. Leather. Claws. Cat. Breaking and entering. Jesus, what am I doing? I'm going to jail.

Lena did her best to concentrate on small, inconsequential things to get her through the crippling pain she felt knowing her Kara was missing. She stared off into the night, distracted by her wanting. She looked up at the moon, desperate for any connection to Kara.

"I wonder if my Supergirl can see the moon right now," Lena whispered.

Cat sat perched, wrapped in her own tight leather outfit, and licked the back of her hand. She stared down at the street, fixated. She was the huntress.

"I'm sure she can, kitten. Just stay strong and we will find her. Are you okay?"

"No. I'm terrified."

"Are you nervous about the break-in?"

Lena shook her head and stared down at the street.

"What if she wasn't just kidnapped? What if she was...," Lena asked before she stopped herself abruptly. "I can't say it."

She stared down into the street and bit her lip.

Don't start crying now. You're about to commit a felony, or is it a misdemeanor? Jeez. I don't know. Stay cool.

"Don't let those terrible thoughts creep into your mind. That imposter has something to do with all of this. If we ever cross paths, I'll claw her eyes out."

Lena smiled.

"Thanks, Cat."

"For what?"

"For being here, for loaning me this dominatrix outfit, but most of all, for having my back. You've been my rock."

"Always, kitten. Always."

Lena looked down and saw the imposter walking out of Kara's apartment building with Dey. They kissed, went their separate ways, and disappeared into the night.

Thank God my Kara isn't with William Fucking Dey. Just the thought makes me cringe.

"Look, there she is. I'll text the others that Dey is on the move," Lena said. "I hope they just monitor him until we get there. I don't want to have a corpse on my hands. You don't think they'll try anything with him, do you?"

"That is why you're the best of us. We don't mind leaving corpses," Cat said, checking the sharpness of her claws. "But I'm sure they will just watch him until we arrive."

"Why am I not convinced?"

Cat stood and stretched her body to limber up. She was tall, thin, and had almost contortionist like flexibility. Lena watched her as she stretched and grinned just a little.

"See what you're missing, my purrrfect little cat burglar? You have no idea how far I can bend."

Lena had to stifle her laughter to protect their cover. She sent the text and slipped the phone into the hidden pocket of her pants.

"Selina."

Cat moved closer to Lena and smiled. Outfit or no outfit, it was clear Lena was talking to the real woman under the mask when she used her actual name.