I have no idea what sort of witchcraft has befallen and is being used against me, but I sure as hell was going to get Zatanna to do a more than thorough investigation into the matter. For the situation at hand had gotten waaaaay too out of control to not be a case of some deranged psychopath messing with me for their amusement.

You've read the title of the chapter, so you obviously know what's going down.

I, Kara Zor-El, Kara Kent, my undercover alias for being supergirl, was currently sitting down in a high-end restaurant squished between Lex Luthor, No. 1 Metropolis Super Villain, and Bruce Wayne, Multi-Billionaire CEO of Wayne Enterprise and, as I learned literally 30 seconds ago, was also BAT-FUCKING-MAN of all people!?

This sounded like a set-up for a way more interesting romance drama, if you ask me.

"Are you okay, Miss Kent? You've hardly touched your food?" Lex leans over to me and asks with pure innocent (sounding!) concern.

"And here I thought country girls were known to have an appetite," Bruce smugly responds as he lifts a bottle of clear dark wine to his lips from a comically big wine glass.

I found myself fisting my hand into a ball under the table from Bruce's smart remark.

"Oh come now, Bruce. We both now Miss Kent comes from very far away, so she might just not be used to...our type of food yet."

SMACK!

"I need to go to the bathroom," I curtly say then, smacking both my palms onto the table with a little more force than I intended and damn near flew to the bathroom to get away from whatever trainwreck was about to ensue if I stayed there any longer.

"Fuck me," I cry into my reflection of the glass bathroom mirror. Allowing myself the luxury of using that profane language out loud for the first time freely.

And of course, the bathroom to this grandiose place was bigger than the size of Kal's entire apartment.

It, the bathroom, has its own choufer and waiting staff to collect your things and guide you to where the bathrooms stalls were just so you don't get lost along the way.

I wonder if this is what life would be like if I ended up dating Lex?

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," I told the mirrored reflection of myself, throwing in exaggerated hand gestures for good measure.

I grab my mouth shut and internally reflect on the words I'd just thought.

My surprise didn't come from the fact that I thought about it, I think about messed up stuff all the time, my worry is that I wasn't surprised by me thinking it and coming to accept and find comfort in the thought.

"But why Lex? Of all people??" I questioned myself out loud, the reflection of my confused face being the only thing staring back at me.

"He's...reliable, surprisingly. He's safe. Secure. Richer than modern royalty..." I pinch the bridge of my nose as I tried to concentrate on my sporadic thoughts while still paying attention to the asinine words I was saying.

"...He's surprisingly sweet, kinds, and gentle..." I admitted to myself in a gentle whisper.

But surprisingly of all...why was Dick's image the one that came to mind when I said these last words?

Why was he the one, with his shiny raven black hair, I envisioned sitting next to me where Bruce was instead?

"Why couldn't he be the one to ask me out?" I breathe out in a defeated sigh.

I splash the water from the tap I'd turned on onto my makeup-less face.

The "joys" of being stunningly gorgeous without having to try. Sometimes the need for makeup was nonexistent.

Which was a shame, because putting on makeup seems like a lot of fun!

"One thing's for sure," I continue to speak to my increasingly sombre growing reflection, "The only reason why I'm even giving Lex the time of day is because he's...familiar."

I look up at the ceiling 50 meters away and pondered my words.

"Familiar.....yeah, that's it."

It made a lot more sense now, there was a sense of familiarity I experienced with Lex that just made me more comfortable around him.

"He's so smart and charismatic that....it makes me feel like I'm back on Krypton whenever I'm with him."

Isn't that a cruel turn of events? The most twisted form of irony!

My baby cousins arch nemesis is the most familiar person currently to me of my home back on Krypton.

Kal-El grew up here, he was just as much an Earthling as any other on this planet. But Lex...

His worldview, futuristic thinking and lifestyle sets him apart from the rest.

And it was terrifying.

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And appealing as all heck.

"Dear God that these people worship, WHY!?" I was ready to slam my head against the glass mirror that I knew was worth more than my cousin's yearly salary.

"I better not be falling in love with that bastard or I will bash my skull in!"

"I'll help you do it, depending on which bastard we're talking about."

I broke off the handle of the sinks tap and chucked it at the golden coloured (at least I hoped it was colour and not actual gold) stall behind me.

The stall doors open up and the object I'd thrown was caught with lightning speed.

Impressive. I silently thought to myself. I hadn't intended to throw to kill, but it was still fast enough that anyone who managed to catch it deserved some form of praise.

"How long have you been there, Mr Grayson?" I seeth through clenched teeth.

"Longer than you would've wanted me to, Miss Kent."

I didn't look up at him. My face was angled towards the floor cause I didn't want to look up and see just how much of my inner monologue he'd heard.

I'd rather not know.

I heard the click-clack of what sounded like expensive shoes, intrigued by which that it made me couldn't help but look up.

Big mistake.

One look at Dick and the moisture in my mouth instantly dried up.

He was impeccably dressed in a dark grey 2 piece suit with the jacket buttons undone, dark ocean blue inner dress shirt with a similar material folded into a square and stuffed in his front jacket pocket around his chest. (I believe there's a rather interesting debate going on about whether to refer to it as a handkerchief or pocket square? Human's waste their time on the names of the silliest of things. Just pick one and all agree to stick to it!)

Back to Dick looking hot.

The top two buttons on his collar were popped open and his long dark hair was sleeked back. His pasty white skin seemed to compliment the colours of his outfit and his skin shined like pearls in a vibrant moonlight.

He was so attractive I think I was gonna pass out.

I then cover my eyes and look away from him.

"I'm sorry, you're too pretty right now that it physically hurts to look at you." I say while looking away.

I heard him huff out in amusement.

"I know you're laughing at me but I'm not afraid to admit it-FUCK you're so hot right now!"

My heart rate was beating so hot-I mean hard right now that I was hearing a faint ringing in my ear.

And here I was wasting my time thinking of Lex when I had this literal Greek God as practically my best friend.

I must be going mental.

I turn back to peek back at him and he had a smug and satisfies look on his face.

"What are you smiling at??" I sceptically asked.

"Nothing." He quickly shook his head at me while all his teeth were still flashing in a wide grin.

I didn't buy it for one sec.

The chemical brain waves were going off in his head. I could see it.

And I knew it wasn't because of my compliment either because we compliment each other all the time. This wasn't anything new.

He was hiding something from me, but I got quickly distracted when he brought out a neon blue gold outfit in a clear plastic bag he'd been holding the whole time.

"Here, wear this." He simply says.

I raise an eyebrow at him but choose to ultimately not question him.

His voice had switched from Dick to Nightwing when he'd made that order. So I subtly knew that mission-related stuff or shenanigans were about to go down.

Dick, as drop-dead gorgeous as he was, stepped aside so I could enter the stall he'd just exited so I could change into...whatever it was he'd just handed me.

Could be a fish costume for all I knew.

"Oh! And while you're in there, care to explain to me what your ulterior motive was to come here?" Dick then asked in a sweet yet menacing tone.

I stumbled on my way to the stall.

"E-excuse me?" I cautiously ask, slowly looking back at him.

The glowing wide surface of a phone screen was held up dead in my face. With all the evidence on it.

In a moment of shock and being caught off guard, I gasped. Soft shocked blue eyes met cold calculating blue eyes as my gaze locked onto his.

"We, or more specifically me, know that you've been texting Lex Luthor behind everyone's back. And you arranged to meet up with him today."