If you're reading this for the first time, I hope you like this. If you're re-reading it or whatever you may notice some changes. It's just grammar stuff but also there will be certain changes due to me making stupid mistakes.
Also, I do not own any of these characters except the ones I make up.

"Danvers!" I slip past several of my coworkers and slide into Perry White's office before he has a chance to yell my name again. "Danvers, where in the name of Elvis's blue suede shoes have you been?"

"Getting this…" I plop down the story about Wonder Woman and Supergirl leading the peace talks between Prime Minister Zegried Arbaya of Qurac and the newly appointed President Boran of Bialya. He yanks the paper off of his desk and looks over it briefly. He smiles slightly and shakes the paper at Jimmy Olson, who has been sitting in one of Perry's waiting chairs.

"Now this is reporting." As soon as Perry drops the paper back on his desk, Jimmy stands up and takes a look at it.

"Impressive, you even got statements from Supergirl and Wonder Woman." I don't miss his little use of infliction on the word "and." Lately, getting a statement from Supergirl has been as easy as eating pie, but getting one from another superhero that usually refuses to give comment is another thing entirely.

"I snuck into their hotel rooms. Both of them were as cooperative as anyone leading a dangerous yet important peace talk can be."

"There's bad blood between both countries," says Perry while thinking out loud and looking out of his office window. "This peace talk could turn the damage caused by Queen Bee around." He turns around and looks at Jimmy and me. "If this talk doesn't go as planned, then a lot more lives will be at stake." Both Jimmy and I nod in agreement.

Perry sits down at his desk, a sign that our chat is over. Jimmy and I leave quickly and make our way over to our desks. We've been sitting next to each other and working almost exclusively together for the past six years.

"So Danvers, how do you feel about covering the meeting of the century?" I smile and sit down on the edge of my desk.

"Hard to describe. Excited would be a good word and nervous. This is the first big story I've covered…ever."

"What about when you and I did that story on those terrorists who blew up the Hall of Justice?"

"That was big too but I had you. I'm doing this alone. And to be honest, I'm scared I'm going to mess it up." Jimmy smiles softly and leans back in his chair.

"You'll do fine Danvers, you always do." Before I can say anything in reply, Cat Grant pops her head into our little cubicle area.

"Hey you two, how do you feel about accompanying me to a dinner tonight?"

"What like a date?" Jimmy asks.

Cat glares at him. "No, there's a gala being held in honor of Geoff Jones."

"Oh, the billionaire-slash-goody-two-shoes that's been showing up Lex Luthor these past few months. I'm in. How 'bout you Linda?" I think over it for a moment.

"Sounds good to me, I have a new dress I've wanted to wear for a while."

Cat smiles widely and gives a small squeal. "Great! I will see you two at Luthor Towers at nine. Don't be late." Cat pops out as fast as she popped in and heads back to her office at PGN. The clicking and clacking of her heels fading down the hall is the only thing that follows as she goes.

"So," starts Jimmy, "you ready to get your groove on tonight?" I roll my eyes and walk around my desk to plop in my chair.

"Please, and miss out on you tripping over your two left feet? Not a chance."


I arrive at the third highest floor of Luthor Towers at 8:30 pm. Jimmy called me earlier to say he was going to be late and to tell Cat. As I look around the ballroom at the hundreds of people who are here, I don't see her.

"You wouldn't be looking for me, would you?" I smile and turn around to say hi to the voice behind me.

"Bruce…" Bruce Wayne leans down to hug me. As his large arms, hidden underneath his charcoal black suit, envelop me I inwardly smile. I can't help it. If a man like Bruce Wayne hugged you, you would smile too…or faint.

"You look beautiful," he says with a slight squeeze of his arms. I pull away from him and fix the lapel I shifted during the hug.

"Thank you, and I'm actually looking for Cat Grant but she isn't here."

"Miss Grant has a habit of showing up no more than fifteen minutes before the start of any event."

"If Lois new this, she would have a fit." Bruce chuckles slightly and puts his hand on the small of my back.

"Do you want anything to drink?" He asks while leading me to the bar.

"Just water." Bruce looks at me surprised. "What? Oh, just because I can't get drunk doesn't mean I should go ahead and drink like a sailor on shore leave. Besides, I've found I don't like the taste of alcohol."

"How about a glass of champagne?"

"I prefer wine but a glass of champagne couldn't hurt." To be honest, I don't like the taste of champagne. Bruce knows this but somehow I think it makes him feel better not to be drinking alone.

He grabs two glasses of champagne from a passing waiter and we go out onto one of the many balconies. Bruce closes the double doors behind us. We're alone and for Bruce, being alone with me means something serious is about to happen. I walk out to the balcony's railing and turn around to face him while leaning on it.

"What's on your mind Bruce Wayne?" He moves to stand next to me and faces the city. We stand there, he and I, in this heavy moment of silence, half-knowing what is one each other's mind but wishing not to say anything about it. Before long, he takes a breath and puts his drink down.

"Linda, what's going on with you?"

"What do you mean?" His body stays facing the city but he looks over at me.

"I've noticed in the past two months you've been getting weaker. Why?"

"I don't know."

"You're lying. I can tell." I hate he can do that. That he has gained this ability to know whether or not I'm lying. The only good thing is I can do the same to him.

I turn my body to face him and he does the same. "Look Bruce, I can't explain why I've been feeling more tired than usual. I just can't."

"Can't…or won't?" I let out a sigh and look up at him.

"There are some things…situations that I can't explain and this is one of them. All I can say is you are the Great Detective. You'll figure it out." I move to go back into the ballroom but Bruce stops me.

"Kara," he says like a needed release of a breath. I look up at him and see his eyes are glistening. I set my champagne down and reach up to place my hand on his right cheek. And with a small smile, I stand on my tip-toes and kiss him fully on his left check; knowing my 24 hour lipstick won't rub off on him. And before he can say another word, I grab my champagne and leave him standing alone on the balcony.

When I walk through the doors, I can see the event is about to begin. Karl Jefferson, the mayor of Metropolis, is on the stage and clearing his throat, ready to begin the event. By the time I've made my way over to other side of the ballroom, I've spotted Cat with her cameraman Dave and Jimmy at the bar flirting with a young blonde who looks vaguely familiar. I must have been distracted because I slam my shoulder into someone.

"Oh, sorry," I say. The woman gives me a dirty look but says nothing and moves on. Once I plant myself near the back corner of the ballroom, Jimmy leaves the bar and comes over to stand with me. "I thought you were going to be late?"

"I wrapped up my little hindrance faster than expected." I take a sip of champagne to keep from my rolling my eyes and smiling.

"Did you have a lovely time flirting with that cute blonde?" I ask him with a tilt of my head.

"Why Linda Lee-Danvers, it almost sounds like you're jealous." Jimmy and I dated for a long time and even though we ended it, or to put if more accurately I ended it, two years ago, every so often I get these small feelings of jealousy. I have no right to feel that way anymore but still.

"I just want to know if you two hit it off." Jimmy gives me a disbelieving look.

"Her name is Bette Kane, she's much too hyper for my taste, and she's from Gotham. She's here with her uncle-"

"Colonel Kane, yes I know all about him. Doesn't he have a daughter?"

"Yeah Kate Kane. In fact, I think that's her over there talking with Bette now." I look over and see the woman I bumped into earlier.

Small world.

By the way, for those who are just starting out with this fic and don't know, this is an alternate POV of the fic Gettin' By that WAS hosted in the Batman sections of comic fan fictions.
If you are interested in reading it, then let me know and I can send you the story via email.
You can read this first, and Gettin' By next or you can read them at the same time. It's up to you.