749. Chapter 749
Her hands shake as she considers herself in the bathroom mirror for the thirtieth time that night.
“You two are made for each other, Danvers. You’re gonna have an amazing night, okay?”
“Yeah, Alex, Lucy’s right. Come out of the bathroom, already, let us see!”
“I’m not sure you wanna see, Kara.”
“Ew, Lucy!”
“It’s their year anniversary! Their yeariversary! You think your sister’s not in there in something lacy and – holy…”
Alex steps out of the bathroom, then, if for no other reason than to save Kara from Lucy’s directness, and Lucy’s jaw hits the floor.
She tosses up her hands and beats a hasty retreat. “I’m too bi for this shit. Alex, you look great. I… wow. Yep. Maggie’s gonna have a great night, Kara I’ll meet you at the bar okay byeeee.”
“Love you too, Luce,” Alex singsongs, giggling into Kara’s shoulder as Lucy snaps the door shut behind her.
“You really do look beautiful, Alex,” Kara promises, but her big sister frowns.
“I’m not sure I’m going for beautiful…”
“Sexy. Fine, you look sexy! Why else do you think Lucy ran away practically with her hands over her eyes?”
“Is it too much? Is it – “
But Kara cuts off Alex’s panic attack before it can begin.
“It’s perfect. For the restaurant you two booked? Absolutely perfect. And – shhh, no, I know what you’re going to say – it’s not too extravagant. Not the restaurant and not your outfit. You two are always crawling through ventilation shafts and wiping blood from under your fingernails. You deserve an elegant night out.”
Alex frowns again, but this time, it’s accompanied by a delighted sparkle in her eyes. “Are you implying that I’m not elegant in my DEO suit?”
Kara laughs even as she tosses up her hands. “And I’m done too. Go. Meet your girlfriend for your anniversary date. Have an amazing time, okay?”
“Make sure you call me if there’s any – “
“Absolutely not. You have the night off, Alex. We can handle things.”
“I know you can. Just, in case there’s any – “
“No! Nope. No battling rogue aliens for you tonight! Just wining and dining your beautiful girlfriend, okay?”
Alex giggles.
“I have a girlfriend.”
“You’re still gonna say that when you two get married, aren’t you?”
“Pfft. No.”
Kara just stares, and Alex shrugs her arms backwards like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “I’m gonna say I have a wife.”
“Oh Rao,” Kara rolls her eyes affectionately. “I love you so much. Have fun, okay? Don’t worry about a thing.”
She sweeps Alex into a hug before jetting out the window.
Alex watches her go, checks herself in the mirror once, twice, three (possibly four) more times, goes for the door, reconsiders, doubles back, takes a few things out of her nightstand and slips them into hidden parts of her dress, does five or six final mirror checks, and heads out into the night.
“Wow. You’re breathtaking,” is the first thing Maggie says when she sees her, and to return the compliment would the biggest understatement ever.
“So are you. With the hair and the shoes and the…” Alex vaguely gestures up and down Maggie’s body, looking and feeling every bit as dazed by her girlfriend’s beauty as she was that first night they held hands.
Sure enough, Maggie takes her hand again; but this time, it feels familiar instead of shocking. Just as earth-moving, but this time, more… home.
Alex pulls Maggie’s chair out for her, and Maggie feeds Alex food from her own fork, and for once they don’t bother with the wine or champagne because they’re high enough on each other.
They’re so lost in each other’s voices and eyes and lips, in fact, that they almost miss the fact that the street outside the restaurant has gone unnaturally quiet, the lights all flickering out across the intersection.
They almost miss it. But, as though they’re in each other’s minds, they both stiffen as one and turn toward the window, squinting slightly into the sudden dark.
Maggie moves at the same moment as Alex, and when they stand and flash their badges to reassure the staff and other restaurant-goers, they pause and tilt their heads at each other.
“You brought your badge?” they ask at the same time.
“You brought your ray gun?” they both respond (because of course Winn made Maggie one of Alex’s model).
“I love you,” they also say in unison, and, with matching grins, they set out into the street to find the cause of uncomfortably specific blackout.
Three hours later, Alex is nursing a gash on her upper arm and Maggie is definitely going to wake up with a nasty headache; but they’ve kept everyone, including each other, safe.
“You know, you make excellent arm candy,” Maggie teases as she offers Alex her arm, neither of them caring how scorched their clothes are, how disarrayed their hair.
“I do, don’t I?” Alex preens, and Winn melts into J’onn’s shoulder as they watch them head home together.
“Aren’t they your favorite couple?” he asks dreamily, and though J’onn’s lips don’t crack a smile, his eyes certainly do.