I figured I would give everyone this little tidbit before I finished up the rest of the episode. :)

Cute little Sanvers, Arias, and Danvers-Queen moments, Lena starts at CatCo, and Kara meets a bank robber who's not your average bank robber.

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Alex woke up the next morning to a hand grabbing hers. She grinned and turned over in bed, and Maggie grinned back at her from where she was hovering over her. Alex giggled and cupped Maggie's face, kissing her as her fiancée kissed her back.

***

Sam's alarm clock rang, and she reached over, slapping it and turning it off. She turned back around in bed, then smirked and pulled the comforter down and away from the body next to her. Ruby squeaked and tried to pull it back up, but Sam laughed and pulled it back down, kissing her daughter on the forehead.

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Kara was stirred awake not by the sound of an alarm going off or by someone waking her up, but by the scent of batter cooking. She sniffed again, blinking her eyes open, then turned around in bed, to find Oliver wasn't with her. However, when she inhaled again, she could smell pancakes cooking, and she could hear Oliver and William speaking. She smiled fondly and sat up, ready to begin her day.

***

Alex brought breakfast over to the island as Maggie finished drizzling a generous amount of honey into her mug. She slid another one over to Alex, who smiled as she drank her coffee. When breakfast was done, both swiped their badges from the table and headed out the door.

***

Sam grabbed the waffles when they popped out of the toaster, dropping them onto plates and bringing them over to the table, sliding one plate over to Ruby. Ruby looked up, biting her lip as Sam checked her phone before starting to eat.

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"Is this what you eat when Dad's not here?" William wrinkled his nose at a sugary cereal Kara had left by the sink.

"Oh, not everyone's as great a chef as he is," Kara blushed, even as Oliver laughed.

"Flattery will get you everywhere, angel," Oliver grinned, giving her a kiss before handing her a stack of pancakes. "Good luck finding which ones are blueberry and chocolate chip."

"Yes!" Kara whooped in delight, making Oliver and William grin at each other.

***

Sam bent down to pull her shoes on, trying to keep her balance. Ruby walked up to her and handed her her keys, and Sam put them in her mouth as she finished. A moment later, she stood up, and Ruby opened the door. Sam grinned and let her leave first, shutting the door behind her.

***

Oliver snorted in amusement, watching Kara lift up their bed to try and find her shoes. "That's a new one."

"Shut up," Kara blushed, reaching down and finding her shoes, pausing when she saw a book lying abandoned underneath.

Romeo and Juliet.

She set her jaw and set the bed back down, ignoring the book. "Still up for lunch?" she asked as she hopped on one foot, putting her shoes on.

"Wouldn't miss it," Oliver smiled, watching her straighten back up. "Love you."

"Love you, too," she smiled, kissing him. She grabbed her back as she left the bedroom, walking over to where William was watching the TV. "Have a good day," she ruffled his hair.

William squirmed, but gave her a quick hug. "You, too!"

She smiled and waved, heading out the door.

***

"All right, kiddo," Sam smiled as she pulled up to Ruby's school.

"Don't forget, I have to buy all the books after school, so you have to pick me up at 5:30," Ruby told her.

Sam sighed. "Baby, Mrs. Crawler's picking you up because I have meetings all afternoon, OK?"

"Oh," Ruby's face fell. "I forgot."

"I mean, it's my first day, you know," Sam explained. "I just . . . I can't get out early. And you remember how I was telling you that this was an incredible opportunity?"

"Yeah," Ruby nodded.

"What I meant was money," Sam grinned. "Mom's gonna be making just, like, lots and lots of money."

"Do you remember the other day at the waterfront?" Ruby suddenly asked.

"Yeah, I remember," Sam frowned.

"Was it just you and those other people that came to help William and me?"

"Yep, just us."

"It was pretty huge."

"It was pretty huge," Sam agreed. "I never got the other guy's name, but we were both worried about you. Me for you, him for William. Parents, they get this adrenaline rush when their kids are in danger. We had the strength of, like, I don't know . . . ten parents."

"I think it would have taken thirty parents," Ruby smirked.

"It's not a big deal," Sam sighed. "You will understand when you have kids."

***

Lena walked out of Cat's elevator at CatCo, taking a deep breath and looking around the building she now owned. "Miss Luthor!" a cheery voice called, and Lena turned as a blonde woman approached her with a wide smile. "It's so nice to see you!"

"Eve Teschmacher, right?" Lena asked with an answering smile.

She squealed and nodded. "Sorry, I'm a huge admirer of yours!"

"Thank you, Eve," Lena nodded politely.

"Oh, uh, can I get you a coffee?" Eve came around her desk. "You take it black, right?" Lena blinked in surprise, and Eve hastened to explain. "I'm not stalking you. I emailed your assistant at L-Corp about all your favorite things. I hate salmon, too."

Lena couldn't help but laugh. "Well, thank you. Yes, a coffee would be lovely."

"Great," Eve grinned, turning to leave.

"Eve?" Lena frowned in confusion, pointing behind her. "Why don't you just use this elevator? It'll go straight to the ground floor."

"Oh, no, only the boss can use it," Eve shook her head.

Lena snorted. "That's just silly. Anybody who needs it should be able to use it."

"All right," Eve smiled, walking past her to the elevator.

"Miss Luthor!" James walked up, a surprised look on his face. "I didn't know you'd be here this morning."

"Yeah, I was able to get things in line over at L-Corp," Lena nodded.

"That's good," James said. "I wanna say thanks again for saving CatCo. And we should really figure out a way to get you up to speed on what's happening here. I was thinking weekly meetings, or – "

"There's no need," Lena smirked, patting his arm. "I'll be here every day."

James did a double take, blinking rapidly. "Every day?" he repeated, walking after Lena as she entered the main office.

"Yeah, I've set things up at L-Corp so I'll be able to dedicate my energies to learning the ins and outs of how things work at CatCo," Lena explained, turning when she heard James clear his throat. "You seem surprised by this."

"Yeah," James began, about to say something before awkwardly settling with, "Yeah."

Lena knitted her eyebrows, but perked up when the sound of flats approached. "Lena!" Kara beamed as she walked up. "Welcome to CatCo!"

Lena laughed when she saw what Kara was handing her, complete with a gift bow on top. "You didn't have to do that!"

"It's a Danvers family tradition," Kara explained. "First day of school, you get a planner."

"Well, it's lovely," Lena assured her with a smile. "In the Luthor house, on the first day, we would hire a private investigator to make sure our teachers' credentials were up-to-date."

They both laughed, and James cleared his throat again. "Kara, so . . . you knew that Miss Luthor would be here today?"

"Yeah, she texted me this morning," Kara nodded.

James made a face at that, and Lena hastened to say, "I should've communicated more clearly, Mr. Olsen. I'm sorry, it won't happen again."

"No, no, no," James shook his head, Kara watching them go back and forth like she was watching a tennis match. "It's – no, I mean, I feel bad because we just . . . we're just not ready for a change in management. We don't even have an office for you, but I – "

"Oh, no, that's fine," Lena shook her head, walking back out of the office. "I won't be needing an office. It's this new trend in CEOs. We like to roam free, ask questions, and hear unfiltered conversations." Kara's phone started to ring, and she pulled it out of her purse as Lena turned to them. "That way, we can understand how things are working. It's much easier when you don't have a desk. Kara, do you think you might be able to get me the dossier on the Edge investigation, please?"

"Uh," Kara looked up, eyes wide apologetically. "There's actually something I . . . " She gave Lena an embarrassed look.

"Oh," Lena raised an eyebrow.

"Sorry," she apologized sincerely. "I promise, I'll get it for you later."

"Of course, go," Lena nodded.

"Sorry," she apologized again, hurrying past Lena.

"I'd be happy to have someone else do that for you," James offered.

"No, no, it's fine," Lena shook her head. "It's kind of our thing."

James nodded slowly as Lena walked off.

***

"How long has this been going on?" Slade whispered to Laurel, wincing as he listened to the resident fiancées go at each other.

"At least twenty minutes," Laurel checked her watch.

"You'd think they'd have something better to argue about now," Malcolm frowned.

"That's something I don't want to listen to," Slade snorted.

"It is not a personal attack on your taste!" Alex protested loudly, making all three look up.

"I wasn't even thinking that until you just suggested it!" Maggie countered.

"It's a fact!" Alex groaned, then straightened. "OK, Winn!" His head shot up, and Alex walked over to him. "Back me up."

Winn grimaced. "I don't think that I should get involved . . . "

"Because you're on my side, aren't you?" Maggie smirked.

"Oh, yeah, right," Alex scoffed.

"Well . . . " Winn trailed off, hurrying away.

"What?" Alex's jaw dropped as Maggie smirked triumphantly. "How could you – ? I saved your life!"

"Yeah, but, like, so has everybody else here," the poor agent stammered before whispering to the vigilantes, "hide me."

Slade snorted as Maggie caught up to Alex. "Hey, don't try to make him feel bad for siding with me!"

"What, did you pay him to agree with you?" Alex turned.

"Oh, now you're accusing me of – ?" Maggie's eyebrows shot up.

"Well, if the shoe fits!"

"Oh, here we go," Malcolm couldn't help but smirk.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey!" J'onn shouted, and everyone turned around when the director stormed in, scowling. "What is all this about?"

"We can't agree on one very important wedding detail," Alex answered with extreme seriousness. "Band or DJ?"

J'onn looked between the two incredulously, then sighed and walked around, sharing his thoughts. "The human mind reacts to music very much like other stimuli. Taste, smells. If the song doesn't sound exactly the way you're used to hearing it, you enjoy it less, and are, therefore, less likely to get jiggy on the dance floor. I say DJ."

"Oh, yes!" Alex whooped.

"Come on!" Maggie groaned.

"Did he just say jiggy?" Winn asked Laurel in surprise.

"Yes, he did," Laurel smirked.

Kara suddenly swooped in, walking towards the group. "What was the general alert for?" she asked.

"Wait, you get the general alerts?" Winn blinked. "That's just for the analysts, I think."

"No, I had them add me to the distro list," Kara shook her head. When Alex raised an eyebrow, she sighed in annoyance. "I want to know what's going on with the city at all times."

"Detective Sawyer brought this in this morning," J'onn beckoned, and Kara walked over to the big screens. "Mr. Schott?"

"Yeah, well, we analysts thought we might be able to see something the cops didn't," Winn nodded, using his tablet to pull up a video feed onto one of the screens.

"She hit two banks back-to-back," Maggie explained.

"Where are the guards?" Laurel tilted her head.

"Unconscious on the floor," Alex grumbled.

"How did she take them out?" Malcolm asked as they watched the blonde in black walk past the guards, a duffel in her hand.

"Well, we thought it might be gas," Winn began.

"But toxicity came back negative," Maggie finished.

"According to report, she walked right in the front door," J'onn added. "No weapons of any kind. Everyone just cleared out of her way, let her take whatever she wanted."

Something blinked on a computer nearby, and Winn hurried over. "Whoa, we got a silent alarm tripped at 25 and Cedar," he said.

"Looks like that's our new friend," Kara frowned before flying off.

Laurel blinked, then let out a puff of air, blowing her hair back. "Guess she won't need our help."

"It's a bank robber," Winn shrugged. "What harm could she possibly do?"

Laurel shot him an incredulous look. "What do you think?" she asked sarcastically, which prompted Malcolm and Slade to exchange looks before leaving to get their gear.

***

Kara landed in the door of the vault, watching the blonde woman put cash in a bag. "I got you cornered," she warned.

"Do you?" the woman asked, continuing what she was doing.

"What did you do to them up there?" Kara walked forward.

"I only wanted to play," the woman answered, turning to her. "But they didn't want to play with me."

"Well, you're not getting away with it."

"Oh?" she smirked. "You think you're the cat and I'm the bird?" She shook her head, zipping up the bag. "You got it backwards. You can join me. Maybe then you'd be happy. You see, money equals happiness. More money, more happiness."

Kara snorted. Boy, Oliver would have loved being here to witness this. "Your priorities are seriously out of whack."

"I know, right?" the woman grinned, laughing.

"Put the bag down," Kara warned.

The woman sighed, then stared at Kara, walking forward. Kara frowned, about to do the same, when a wave of nausea swept over her, making her stumble. The woman smirked at her, walking right past her. Kara stumbled towards the wall, reaching out to stop her, only to stop and stare.

The walls . . . why were the walls closing in on her? And then the walls were gone, and suddenly all she could see was blackness . . . and nothing. No sound, no people, no color, just . . . black.

She whimpered, her feet sliding out from under her, and she collapsed in the corner, curling up in a ball, breathing heavily.

***

Slade and Malcolm made it ahead of the police cruisers, running into the bank, weapons drawn. They looked down at the guards, Malcolm bending down to check one for a pulse. "They're alive," he reported, then frowned when he saw Slade tense and look around. "What?"

Slade just shook his head and ran further into the bank, Malcolm running after him. He found Slade hurrying down a set of stone steps, and Malcolm finally heard what Slade had: panicked whimpering. "Oh, no," he breathed, running down after Slade.

When he stepped through into the vault, he found Slade already by Kara's side, his mask off. "Kara," he whispered, putting his hand on the back of her neck, watching her eyes dart around fearfully, her breath hitching and catching repeatedly. "Kara, it's OK."

"Almas," Malcolm set his bow on the ground, putting his arm around her shoulders. "We're here."

More footsteps echoed closer, and Malcolm lunged for his bow as Slade reached for his sword. Maggie looked into the vault, and her eyes widened before she turned back the way she had come. "Everyone out of the bank!" she yelled. "Get out of here, now!"

Malcolm nodded at Maggie as Slade turned back to Kara. "It's all right, little one," he told her, Kara looking at him with wide eyes. "You're all right."

Kara only whimpered again, both Slade and Malcolm exchanging concerned looks. What had that bank robber done to her?

***

"What happened?" William asked as he ran into medbay, interrupting Winn as he scanned Kara.

"I'm fine, buddy," Kara gave him a small smile as Oliver entered behind him.

"Now, where have I heard that before?" Slade raised an eyebrow from where he stood behind Kara, Malcolm and Laurel sitting on the bed behind her.

"Guys," Kara groaned. "Seriously, I'm fine."

"Really, though, what happened?" Oliver looked around.

"Bank robbery gone wrong," Malcolm answered.

"OK, the scans of your vitals are coming up normal," Winn reported.

"See?" Kara looked around in exasperation. "I told you. I am fine. This is totally unnecessary."

"None of the human victims remember what happened in there," Maggie stopped her from standing up. "Do you?"

"I don't know," Kara shook her head, thinking. "I felt like the walls of the vaults were closing in on me, like I was suffocating."

"She made you feel claustrophobic?" Laurel asked in surprise.

"Claustrophobia is a human problem," Kara frowned.

"You used to have episodes like that sometimes when you first came to Earth," Alex reminded her.

"That was a long time ago," Kara brushed it off, standing up. "We need to find out who she is, and how we track her."

"Well, at the moment, you're our best clue," J'onn stood in front of her.

Kara blinked when his eyes glowed red. "What are you doing?" Oliver narrowed his eyes.

"Yeah, I thought you couldn't read Kryptonian minds," Winn added.

"I can't," J'onn acknowledged. "But I can scan her mind for residual psychic activity."

"Just remind me to get you a World's Best Boss mug," Winn winced.

"Well, she's definitely a psychic, but she's not like me," J'onn frowned. "There are traces of a particular type of psionic interference in your mind . . . the type only used by metahumans."

"OK, well, I'll start combing through the metahuman database," Winn nodded.

"In the meantime, I'll monitor potential targets for unusual activity," J'onn watched Kara head for the door.

"If we locate her, I'll take her down," Kara said.

"It's not safe," Alex protested.

"She caught me off guard last time," Kara shook her head. "It's not gonna happen again."

Kara left without further ado, and Oliver sighed, shaking his head. "Why did I fall in love with the most stubborn woman between our universes?" he asked out loud.

"Because she's the only one as stubborn as you?" Slade suggested.

"Shut up."

***

"Just because I'm stepping in does not mean these deals are voided," Sam grumbled into her phone as she stepped into the elevator. She frowned when her phone beeped again, and she checked who was calling her again. "I'm gonna have to call you back," she told the person on the other line before switching calls. "Hello?" she asked, then blinked. "Yes?" She blanched, then stopped the elevator from closing, hurrying out. "What?"

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I'm hoping there will be an update tomorrow, guys. If not, there should be one Wednesday night. Tomorrow and Wednesday are my busy finals days, so that'll be why if there's no update between now and then.