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Kara knew before even checking her phone that the tabloids would be filled with every ridiculous headline that she could conceivably think of.

 

LUTHOR WEARING SUPER SAYING-WHAT COULD THIS MEAN FOR THE WORLD?

 

LUTHOR AND A SUPOR. DOES THIS SPELL DOOM? IS IT A WARNING? OR IS IT A WEIRD ALIEN FLIRTING RITUAL?

 

LUTHOR CHEATING? SUPER SYMBOL SPOTTED ON LAPEL.

 

SUPER INFLUENCE OVER A LUTHOR?

 

LENA LUTHOR AND SUPERGIRL IN BED TOGETHER?

 

LUTHOR SHOWING SUPPORT FOR BEST MATE SUPERGIRL.

 

SUPER AND A LUTHOR, THE NEWEST BEZZIE MATES.

 

And other such distasteful forms of idiotic gal pal-ing and tired needless takes on the Super verses Luthor age old argument. It happened every time Lena wore the crest of her house and they were both beyond tired of it. Maybe eventually the speculations would die down and they could go twelve hours without someone jumping down their throats.

 

Kara sighed and put her phone face down on the bed side table. She’d sit with Lena and her personal lawyer during damage control over coffee if she needed to. Not that there was much damage to control, but the headlines did seem a little nastier than usual as the anniversary of Lex’s fall drew closer. Kara rolled over and pressed into Lena’s back, winding an arm around her front and pressing her nose into the nape of her neck.

 

“I think they forgot we’re dating. Again .”

 

Lena snorted sleepily and wiggled closer into the warm curl of her body, her arm curling loosely around Kara’s.

 

“Whatever.”