tampered | Log; Ongoing

Log; Ongoing

When; Monday afternoon, 9/22
Rating; PG
Characters; Kara

plz_2_b_an_hero
Summary; Kara and Zack meet for lunch.
Log; Kara waited somewhat impatiently at a little table outside Cafe Juliet. Not that Zack was late (because watches could be 5 minutes or so off, right?) but because she was kind of excited about this. Zack seemed like a nice guy. Okay, he seemed like a really nice guy. The odds were that nothing serious would probably come of today but it never hurt to make new friends, right?

She had opted for her usual outfit of jeans and a cute shirt, forgoing her costume for something more casual. Plus she had to wash the costume from the curse yesterday. Sir Integral probably took good care of it but still, someone else had been wearing it all day.

So, she was on the lookout for someone resembling the cute guy she had seen on the network so she could wave him over.

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"Well it's a good thing I already implied a second date then, isn't it?" she asked, beaming at him before settling back in her seat.

"And no pressure, you don't have to share anything you don't want to."

"Hey, I'm an open book, I just don't want to ruin the wonderful conversation or bore the wonderful company!" At this, his wry little smile once again turned into a wide, doofy grin. "You never did say pirates or ninjas, you know."

"Hey, I said it depends on the situation," Kara said defensively, taking the opportunity to change the subject to something more lighthearted. Not that she would have minded something deeper, but Zack seemed to want it.

"Ninjas to storm a fortress, pirates to raid a ship or run a blockade," she said.

"What if you're going after an airship?"

Kara tilted her head in thought. If they were going with the theoretical she needed more to work with.

"Do I want to down the whole airship or is it a rescue mission? Is it important that the airship stay in tact?"

Zack raised his eyebrows, tilting his head and crossing his arms. "...Good response. Hmm..." He thought back to his own missions, solo ops, infiltrations...

"Retrieval of delicate cargo. The airship is heavily guarded, and you can only have a team of four, including yourself."

Kara tapped her lips thoughtfully, pondering the situation. She knew what Clark would do, probably want Diana would do too. What would Batman do?

"Delicate cargo? How heavily guarded and with what type of fire power?" she asked. Batman would have more information, that was for sure.

Zack wasn't sure if he was impressed by Kara's sharpness or embarrassed at his own rash nature. He never asked this many questions before rushing in.

"Let's say... really powerful materia. Comet, maybe, or a summon. Typical guards, so SMGs and maybe grenades? We'll cut out the magic."

Just as he was finishing writing out the scenario in his head, however, something occurred to him. "...Unless there aren't things like that in your world, which means you probably didn't understand any of what I just said."

Kara nodded thoughtfully, taking in what he said. She knew what Clark would do, he would announce his presence and ask for what he wanted. He would probably get it, too. You didn't tell Superman 'no'. Diana would fight her way to the artifact after demanding it. Batman would have somehow sneaked aboard and stolen it and gotten off the airship without anyone knowing. Because he was Batman.

"I'd take four pirates," Kara finally said. "We're going to assume they're from another airship I supposed? Before we attacked I would have used my X-ray vision to locate the package. Then, when the pirates were attacking I would use my super speed to sneak in and grab it. Then I'd set something on fire with my heat vision so that my pirates would have time to get away and I'd fly off with the package."

Zack felt bested, though in a very good-humored and impressed way.

"Remind me to never try and hide something from you."

"Don't worry, I'd go easy on you if you had something I wanted," Kara told him, flashing him a slightly wicked smile.

"I'd just give you my best puppy dog eyes expression," she said, giving him exactly that look, her baby blues looking at him through long lashes. Reaching up she ran her fingers through his hair again.

"And I say, 'Pllleeeaaasssseeee Zack, will you give it to me?'"

Zack stuttered for a response, jerking his head back and consciously willing himself not to change into any funny colors. How come it never worked this well when he gave that sort of look to anyone--?

Oh right. Of course. Kara was good. Really, really, good.

"A-a-assuming that when you gave me that look I didn't forget right on the spot what you were asking for. Or, uh. Maybe. Maybe that's the point. Right?"

The total irony of the situation was that, at just that moment, he realized that he had forgotten what they were talking about.

Kara sat back and gave a bit of a smug grin. His expression was just too priceless. In fact, she pulled out her camera phone and snapped a quick picture of his expression.

"There!" Kara glanced at the picture and nodded in approval before showing it to him. "Isn't it perfect? Oooh, look, our food!"

Zack swiped for the phone across the table in vain, knowing that she'd pull it out of his reach before he could even get close, but trying anyway. He knew he was bright red by that point. "H-hey! That's cheating! Not. C--"

He turned, mid-statement, realizing that the woman bringing their order was trying to hide her amusement at them - or, more likely, just his fussing. "Ah, right! Uh, thanks..."

Kara laughed and smiled at the waitress that brought their food, sharing in some private female joke of how adorable men were when they were flushed and flustered.

"Mmm, this looks delicious," Kara said. "I didn't realize how starving I was."

Zack, not being a woman, felt the joke whoosh right over his head.

"What, no breakfast? It's important to eat first thing in the morning, you know." Not that he was much better. But did it really count, if he'd just woken up...

"I ate breakfast," Kara said with a shrug, taking a few bites of her salad before answering further.

"But I'm an active girl, I burn a lot of calories."

Zack, already a quarter through his sandwich, tried to say something, but it came out unintelligible.

Well, he had warned her.

Kara's eyes went wide at the speed at which Zack was eating his sandwich. And the fact that he still tried to talk with his mouth full.

"Zack! I have super speed and I don't think I could eat that fast!"

Zack looked entirely innocent, just blinking at her, and slowed enough to muffle out, "Big stomach?"

"Uh huh," she said, giving him a skeptical look. His stomach wasn't what had inhaled that sandwich so fast, at least not without some help from his mouth.

"And your hands and mouth are completely innocent?"

Right. Swallow. Speak coherently.

"Hey, you should know by now that all of me is innocent in any given situation!"

"Huh, that's too bad," Kara said, sitting back and crossing her arms over her chest as he quirked an eyebrow at him.

"You should at least be a little guilty, that makes you more interesting."

A shrug, another innocent bite of sandwich, another swallow. "I'm innocent until proven guilty. Trying to prove it is the challenge."

"That sounds like a challenge to me, Zack," she said, smiling as she took a few more bites of her salad.

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