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Luthor & Lane

Staring at the text like it offended her, Lena wonders why she agreed to meet. She is already unsure about this trip to Metropolis, even if it is for The Lena Luthor Foundation. Now she has the added stress of meeting up with Lucy Lane. Of course they’ve met before. In fact, they met long before she met Kara. Back when Lex and Clark were best friends, the three of them would hang out with the Lane sisters. Being so much younger than everyone else, Lena and Lucy were basically forced together while their older siblings hung out.

So yes, she’s known the younger Lane for a long time. Known of her, really. They were more acquaintances than anything else, but familiar enough with each other that they were able to spend time together without too much awkwardness. Although, it has been years since they’ve seen each other. Well, until Lucy came back to National City to check on Kara after her return from the Phantom Zone.

So here she is, landing at the Metropolis airport, her first visit in years. She actually has plans to meet the younger Lane around 7 at a bar for drinks. After Kara’s return as well as her own journey to Newfoundland in exploration of her magical ancestry, Lena's been pushing herself to try new things, to step outside her comfort zone. And since making friends has never really been her forte, she agrees to hang out with Lucy. Alone. Without her Kryptonian buffer. She really wasn’t kidding all those years ago when she told Kara that the blonde was her only friend in National City. What she didn’t say at the time is that the blonde was her only friend period. Which means, this is definitely outside her comfort zone.

Her little hodge podge family, the one that means more to her than anything in the universe, has been encouraging her to meet new people. To just be herself. She’s grateful for them and their confidence in her, truly, but there’s so much history between the Luthors and Lanes. At this point, she’s pretty sure meeting a perfect stranger in a bar would make her less nervous. What could the two of them possibly have in common? Sure, they both dated James and they’re both friends with Kara, but will that be enough to carry a conversation?

Come on, Luthor. You stare down misogynistic old men all the time, Lucy Lane is a tiny, petite, very attractive woman. Okay, slow your tragically gay horses, Lena. Fuck. Now you’re having a full-blown conversation with yourself. Maybe insanity is a family trait.

She sighs. She seriously needs to stop talking to herself, even if it is only in her head and not aloud. Her eyes focus on the street outside the airport, a sleek black town car awaiting her at the curb. She slides into the back seat after passing her luggage off to the smiling man standing by the open door. The driver is familiar, having worked for the Luthors for years.

“Good evening, Hector. It’s been a while.” Lena smiles, and makes eye contact through the rearview mirror as he gets settled. “I’ll be staying at the penthouse and not the manor.” She maintains eye contact and Hector prepares to pull into traffic. “How’re Donovan and the kids?”

Hector returns the smile and fills Lena in on his little family as they make their way through the Metropolis streets. By the time they arrive at the penthouse, she’s heard all about the twins and their new hobbies. She grabs her bags and makes her way inside, taking the private elevator to a place that hasn’t been home to her in over 6 years.

As she opens the door, she is grateful she had the staff that maintains the place air it out and restock everything for her short stay. It’s stifling enough as it is without the air being stale as well. Stepping inside the sterile place is a stark reminder that National City really has truly become her home. Glancing at her watch, she realizes there’s only an hour left before she has to meet Lucy. She heads to the bedroom and ensuite to freshen up, her stomach still nervously churning as she desperately hopes the night goes smoothly.

The walk to the bar was thankfully short. It’s one of the reasons she chose the place, it’s within walking distance of her penthouse and they stock her favorite top shelf scotch. The green-eyed brunette isn’t hard to spot as Lena walks inside and makes her way to the bar. They make eye contact and smile in acknowledgement when Lena sits down.

“Long time, no-see, Luthor.” Lucy grins, casually looking her up and down. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in anything so casual. Always suits or pencil skirts. You look good.”

Lena does her best to school her features, the blatant compliment catching her off guard. “Appreciate it, Lane. You look good as well. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so relaxed.” She grins and quickly orders a double scotch. “Metropolis must be treating you well.”

They ease into small talk, Lucy filling her in on what’s going on in her life, how things are with Clark, Lois, and Jon, and her decision to leave the military to practice law privately. In turn, Lena fills her in on renaming L-Corp again, naming Sam as the new CEO, and starting The Lena Luthor Foundation. The conversation is simple and flows easily when they’re talking about things that aren’t too personal. When they stick to things that are either public or common knowledge, Lena knows how to handle it. It’s when things start venturing into the more personal and private aspects of her life that she starts to squirm a little.

“So, you dating anybody, Luthor?” Lucy asks, a knowing smirk on her face as she sips the brown liquid in her glass. “The last person I heard about was James and that’s been three plus years ago now, right?” She sits her glass down and leans back, eyeing the obviously nervous woman across from her.

She’s gone toe-to-toe with the older Lane sister on several occasions, that is miles worse than having a simple conversation about dating. Isn’t it? Lena clears her throat and rolls her eyes, refusing to let Lucy see her squirm. “I haven’t really had time to date anyone since James and I split. End of the world, the multiverse collapse, and evil, insane older brothers with mommy issues tend to take precedence.” She takes a long swallow from her glass, mossy green eyes observing the smaller woman. “What about you, Lane? Find anyone to keep you busy between discharges and trials?”

Lucy chuckles, leaning forward, placing her forearms on the bar and wrapping both hands around her glass. “I’ve dated here and there. More so just to scratch that periodic itch than looking for a relationship.” Inquisitive green eyes bouncing between Lena’s own. “How’s Kara doing?”

The emphasis on the blonde’s name doesn’t go unnoticed.

A dark, perfectly manicured brow arches as her head tilts. “She’s been doing a lot better the past couple of weeks. I’m pretty sure you know that since she told me that you've texted at least once a week since she got back.” Her eyes narrow as she watches a mischievous glint shine in Lucy’s eyes. “What are you getting at, Lane?”

“I’m not getting at anything, Luthor!” A shit-eating grin crawls across her face and she orders them another round of drinks. “She talks about you a lot. Even in text. If I didn’t know the situation the way I do, I’d think you two were dating.” Her smile grows bigger as the bartender drops their drinks on the dark wood in front of them.

Lena’s not sure what happens first, the sputtering noise that spills from her lips or almost knocking her fresh glass of scotch over. Regardless, she’s momentarily stunned into a mouth-gaping, flustered mess. “Wha–why wou–You.” She fumbles incoherently, letting a frustrated groan escape before she can catch it. She sighs and shakes her head, still trying to figure out how she’s going to respond. She settles on the usual phrase. “Kara and I are just friends. You’ve been around us enough to see that, Lucy.”

Lucy laughs, a full-blown belly laugh before she seems to collect herself to down the last of her second serving of whiskey. “Oh, I’ve definitely seen the two of you together enough to know there’s more to it.” She motions to the bartender for another round for the pair. “I have also known Kara long enough to know that she is the most oblivious being on this planet and probably several others, if I’m being honest.”

Lena polishes off the last sip of her second round as the third is being deposited in front of her. She smiles and nods her head in agreement before raising her glass to Lucy’s. They clink them together as they both chuckle before savoring the flavor of the expensive alcohol. “She is pretty oblivious, huh? An adorably oblivious puppy.” Raven colored locks fall into her face as she tilts her head in thought. “I suppose it isn’t really her fault. Human customs and norms must be so odd to her, even after all these years. Social cues aren’t easy to master, I should know.”

“Yeah, I talked to Clark about it once. She still struggles with social cues and thinks people are just really nice when they’re flirting.” Lucy grins, throwing a wink at Lena. “And don’t get me started on her secret identity. She genuinely thinks she’s good at hiding it. I mean, come on! Glasses and a ponytail?!” She scoffs, downing another large gulp of the smooth golden liquid.

“Right?!” Lena exclaims. “She’s such a terrible liar and her excuses for disappearing for super emergencies? I mean, come on!” She rolls her eyes and smirks. “One time, she told me that she flew to my office on a bus. On a bus, Lucy.”

They both laugh heartily, tears forming at the edges of their eyes. Each of them subtly glancing at the other, refusing to acknowledge the fact that they were both duped by the glasses and ponytail they willingly scoffed at seconds prior. Nope, that would require the two ultra-competitive type-A personalities to admit to being fooled by the adorkable superhero.

They finish drink number three, both definitely feeling the effects of the alcohol pulsing in their bloodstream. Lucy gives the bartender a crooked grin, her eyes half-lidded and glassy as she asks for another round. While they wait for the next round to land in front of them, an idea pops into Lucy’s head. She decides they should move to the far corner of the bar where the dart boards and pool tables reside.

She nods her head in confirmation to herself before speaking. “Come on, Luthor. We have to play pool and darts, we’re at a bar.” She sloppily points in the direction of the games in question, a cocksure smile on her face. “I bet I beat you in both. What do you want to wager?”

The comment stokes Lena’s competitive side. She lifts a questioning brow, giving her best boss bitch glare, topped off with her cockiest smirk. “Oh you’re on, Lane. You’re going down.” They head toward the dart boards first. Lena’s never in her life thrown a dart at anything nor does she know how to play the game, but she’ll be damned if she backs down from a challenge. “What are the terms of this little wager?” She’s decidedly over confident in her abilities at the moment, but backing down is not an option. She is a Luthor after all. A good competition is fun, right? Especially when she’s feeling this thoroughly relaxed, nevermind that she’s essentially a drink away from staggeringly inebriated.

“Let’s see…” Lucy says as she tries to tap her fingers on her chin, but ends up practically picking her nose instead. Looking at her hand as if it offended her, she shakes her head and locks eyes with Lena. “If I win, you have to tell Kara you have the hots for her.” Lucy giggles as she watches the gorgeous onyx haired woman beside her blink owlishly while inelegantly fish mouthing. For a second, she thinks she might have broken the genius woman. It makes her fully burst into a bellowing laugh.

Before Lena can respond, round number four is dropped in front of them. Lucy snatches hers up and unsteadily stands from her bar stool. She pauses to glance over her shoulder and continues laughing as Lena stands frozen, mouth still gaping wide. Eventually, the genius CEO reanimates and follows behind her.

They make their way over to the dart boards first. The brunette gathers the darts, Lucy taking the red ones and Lena the black. Seeming to sense that Lena either hasn’t ever played or isn’t familiar with the game, Lucy takes the lead. After watching Lucy throw her first few darts, Lena realizes her background in physics should help her immensely. She smirks.

Turns out, her less than sober demeanor doesn’t do her any favors. To say that Lena is bad at darts would be a gross understatement. She’s horrendously terrible and Lucy ends up kicking her ass, gloating all the way to the pool tables.

“You truly suck at darts, Luthor. I’m actually impressed at how bad you are.” She chuckles and shakes her head. “We never discussed your terms for winning our little wager, but I guess it doesn’t matter now, huh?” She staggers a little as they reach the first open pool table, leaning against it for support.

Lena sighs, perching next to the shorter woman, leaning against the felt edge of the table. “We could sweeten the wager. If I beat you in a game of pool, you release me from the obligations of the dart bet.” She grins, thinking herself pretty clever at coming up with that little nugget. Her thoughts are a bit fuzzy from all of the alcohol still swimming in her veins. “What do you want for winning this round, Lane?”

Lucy pauses, her head slowly turns toward Lena and a truly devilish grin stretches across her face. “Easy. The obligations of the dart bet stand, you still have to fess up and admit that you’re in love with the all too cute super-puppy. However, if I win at least two out of three games of pool, you have to call her and ask her to dinner while you’re here in Metropolis. On. A. Date.” She punctuates each of the last words by poking Lena in the shoulder. “I’m sure you have a chef or something at that fancy penthouse of yours. That is acceptable, but you have to confess your feelings over dinner.”

Lena is speechless. She’s at a disadvantage. Again. She’s never played pool either. She’s watched Alex and some of the other Superfriends play at Al’s, but she’s never joined. Sure, she gets the concept and she can figure out the math of it all, but she has no clue how to actually play it. Add the fact that she is without a doubt quite drunk at the moment, she knows she can’t win. At this point, she’s fucked and not in a good way.

“So, if I manage to win, you drop the bets altogether, but if you win, you’re basically doubling down?” Lena raises her signature brow, hoping it is as menacing as it usually is, though she’s pretty sure she looks like a confused toddler trying to decipher a new word. “You drive a hard bargain, Lane. I respect your style.”

They both eye each other and then seem to come to an agreement as they reach their hands out and shake on it.

Initially her anxiety plays heavily into her seemingly hopeless foray into bar games, but it turns out Lena actually isn’t horrible at pool. The first game is a little shaky as she gets used to the rules and the feel of the cue stick in her hands, but she manages to hold her own. She still loses, but it is closer than either of them anticipated.

The second game, she is feeling a bit more confident and ends up just barely squeaking out a win, much to the dismay of the younger Lane. They stare at each other across the table as Lucy sets everything up for their final game. It’s at that moment that Lena realizes that as much as she wants to win, she also kind of hopes she loses. If nothing else, it gives her the catalyst she’s needed to finally tell Kara how she feels. It’s a revelation that startles her at the same time it makes her giddy.

When she focuses back on the moment again, Lucy is staring at her, head tilted and an amused look on her face. “What’s going on in that genius brain of yours, Luthor? From the look on your face, you just had a major revelation about something or the scotch is finally talking back.” She sports that all too smug smirk again and saunters over to Lena to hand her the cue ball. “Winner of the last game goes first. Care to share?”

Lena takes the ball from her and waltzes over to the edge of the table, dropping the ball in place and giving her own smug smirk. “There’s nothing to share, Lane. Let’s get this show on the road. One of us is going down.” She winks at the brunette and sends the cue ball soaring across the table. She manages to sink two balls, but misses on the third. “Why are you so dead set on getting me to tell Kara how I feel? Wait, how do you even know how I feel?”

Lucy laughs, the two of them really are fucking clueless. “Seriously, Luthor? Anyone within a 2 mile radius of you two can see how you feel!” She chuckles even more as Lena does her best fish impression, opening and closing her mouth several times before huffing and crossing her arms. “And I’m interested because I want Kara to be happy. She deserves it.”

After sinking a majority of the striped balls, Lucy finally misses, turning the table back over to her. Lena walks around the table looking for a decent shot before she turns back to the brunette. “You’re right, she does deserve to be happy, but that doesn’t mean I’m the right person for that.” She sighs, the cue ball clacking against one of the last few solid balls remaining. Standing and narrowing her eyes at the woman across the table, she glares. “You seem sure that she would be open to something like this. Why is that?”

They both watch as the solid ball bounces off the corner pocket and back across the felt table, leaving Lena with three balls to Lucy’s one. “For someone so smart, you sure are dumb, Luthor.” Her grin widens as Lena scoffs at her. “Kara feels the same way, she’s just too scared to admit it. Trust me.” She sinks the last striped ball and walks around to find the best angle on the 8 ball. “Besides, every time I talk to her she’s going on and on about you. Lena this and Lena that and Lena’s so amazing. Blah. Blah. Blah. Like I said earlier, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were dating already.”

She watches as Lucy sinks the final nail into her coffin. She’s lost another game to the feisty brunette. Lillian is probably rolling over in her grave. She sighs, drops her cue stick back into its holder, and turns to face her opponent. “Alright Lane, you won fair and square.” She glances at her watch and realizes it’s just after 10 p.m. Gods, it feels much later, she thinks. “What are the rules here? I have to call her and ask her to a dinner date tomorrow, then confess my feelings. How are you going to know if I hold up my end of the deal?”

“Oh that’s simple, I will hear from Kara pretty quickly.” A shit-eating grin splits her face, she didn’t bother to tell Lena that Kara’s already told her that she’s in love with the genius woman, but is too scared to tell her. Sue her if she wants these two idiots to get their heads out of their asses. “I guarantee you that I will either get a phone call or a text from her the minute she’s done talking to you.”

Lena narrows her eyes at the petite woman. There’s something more to this, her spidey senses are tingling. “What are you up to, Lane? Don’t forget I grew up in a house full of dishonesty, betrayal, and professional liars. I can smell a scheme from a mile away.” She steps closer to Lucy and watches the brunette closely. Her eyes never waver, her head held high and shoulders remain squared. Regardless of any outward sign, she’s definitely up to something.

Lucy plucks Lena’s phone from her hand and quickly navigates to Kara’s contact. Interesting – it’s Lena’s number one in her favorites. She presses the call button and hands it over. Laughing as Lena sputters and flips her off as they make their way over to the bar to cash out their tab for the night. Just as Lena signs the credit card slip, Kara’s melodic voice sounds on the other end of the line.

“Hi Lena.” She says, a smile evident in her voice. “Oh, it’s loud. Are you still at the bar with Luce?”

“Hello, Darling.” Lena says, hearing the slight lilt in her speech. She glares at Lucy as the shorter woman has the gall to gesture and giggle at her while they make their way out onto the street. “We’re just leaving the bar now.”

Lucy continues walking alongside Lena toward her penthouse as she and Kara chat about their evening. When they eventually make it to the lobby of the building, Lucy pauses and makes a ‘wrap it up’ gesture with a raised brow added for good measure. The patented Luthor glare is what she gets in return causing her to gulp. That thing is a potent weapon, Lucy thinks, shaking and shuddering. She watches as Lena wraps up the conversation with the question she’s been waiting for.

“So, what are your plans tomorrow evening once you get off work?” Lena asks, a flutter of nervousness dancing across her skin and twirling in her stomach. She patiently waits for Kara’s response.

“Nothing on the agenda. The usual, dinner and patrol. Hopefully it’s a quiet night.” Kara says alongside the muffled noise of the television playing in the background. “What about you?”

Lena smiles, here goes nothing. “Well, I was wondering if you wanted to fly over and have a dinner date with me. We can order in and watch a movie. Whatever you want.” She does her best to swallow the terrified feeling brewing in her throat and hopes Kara isn’t listening to her heartbeat at the moment.

“Are you okay, Lena?” She asks, obvious concern laced in her voice. “Your heart is beating really fast. Is someone trying to hurt you?” A slight panicked tone knits itself into the blonde’s last sentence.

“Darling, I’m fine. Just a little tired.” Lena sighs, rolling her eyes and flipping the bird at Lucy again as she stands across from her still watching the scene unfold. “Would you be my date for dinner tomorrow?”

“Lena, of course I will. I’ll always want to have dinner with you.” She smiles. “It’s a date. But um, are you sure you’re okay? Your heart is doing some crazy things right now.” The last sentence is in a higher octave than normal, concern still oozing from her voice.

“Kara, I promise I am fine. Lucy is standing here with me to make sure I get home safely. I’m fine.” She glares at the brunette again, desperately trying not to shove Lucy into the nearest trash bin. “How about meeting me on my balcony around 9 p.m. Metropolis time? That should give you plenty of time to finish work and head this way.?

Kara is quiet for a few seconds before she says, “Yeah, okay. I can’t wait to see you.” Lena can feel her heart race and she knows if she isn’t careful, the blonde will be on the sidewalk next to her in seconds. “And you’re sure you’re okay, Lena?”

She chuckles, she can’t help it. Her traitorous heart gives her way at every turn. “I promise I am fine Kara. Just tired. And probably a little buzzed.” She shakes her head, already thinking about tomorrow night, though she wonders if Kara realizes it’s a real date and not one of their ‘friend’ dates. “Alright Darling, get some rest and I’ll see you tomorrow evening.”

“You too, Lena. See you soon.” Kara says and ends the call.

Lucy smirks at her. “I’ll walk you up to the penthouse. By the time we get there, Kara will have either called or texted me to ask questions.” She nods her head as the doorman opens the lobby doors and they make their way inside. “I’m guessing she’s trying to figure out if you really asked her on a date.”

Sure enough, by the time they exit the elevator and reach Lena’s penthouse, Lucy’s phone vibrates. The brunette lets out a loud cackle and turns the screen toward Lena. Green eyes scan the screen and her mouth drops open as she giggles, her mind focuses solely on one specific part that makes her heart soar.

Displayed in front of her is a text from Kara that reads: ‘Oh Rao! I think Lena just asked me on a date. Did she?! Are you still with her? Does she like me back? Lucy. H.E.L.P. Is she asking me out?’

“I told you, Luthor. I bet you all of your other friends have been wondering when you two would get your shit together.” Lucy laughs, stuffing her phone into her pocket. She will call Kara once she leaves. “Now, don’t forget…you have to confess at dinner. I promise you won’t be disappointed.”

Lena eyes the green-eyed woman, unsure what to make of this newfound camaraderie, but no less grateful for the less than subtle push to go for it with Kara. “I’m not sure why you decided to do this, Lane, but thanks. Who knows, if all goes well, maybe you’ll be in the wedding party.” She winks at Lucy and chuckles. “Now, go call Kara before she freaks out.”

They both laugh, a mutual nod of respect as their friendship is solidified in the middle of a hallway in front of Lena’s penthouse in Metropolis.

Years later at the wedding reception, during her matron of honor speech, Lucy regales the guest with what she calls, ‘The Tale of the Two Idiots in Love’. Lena and Kara just roll their eyes at the woman. The tale has gotten taller and more embellished over the years, but there’s one thing that remains true.

None of this would’ve happened if it wasn’t for that one night of drunken competition between Luthor & Lane.

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