Supercat AU- Cat is a high powered attorney, Kara is a reporter falsely accused of a crime
Kara paced her holding cell and tried to focus her attention on her breathing. She knew it was only a matter of time before they let her go, and she could figure all of this out in her office. There had to be some sort of mistake, after all. She’d never—she couldn’t—there was no way she had killed that man. She’d simply come home after a long day and found him there in her apartment, with a bullet hole in his forehead and a spray of blood on her living room wall.
She didn’t even own a gun. They would realize this soon enough, and she wouldn’t get charged. She might not get an apology either, but she’d take simply getting out of this mess without a complaint.
Except she got neither a release nor an apology. After a day and a half of being held, a grim looking officer informed her of the charge—one count of second-degree murder. Breath locked in her throat, she all but fell to the floor. She gasped for air. This wasn’t real, was it?
“My lawyer?” Kara struggled to her feet and allowed the officer to cuff her wrists. “I don’t have one.”
She couldn’t afford one was the real truth of the matter. She was a rookie reporter making barely enough to pay the rent and keep ramen noodles on the table. Perhaps they’d assigned her a public defender, she considered. That was definitely a possibility, a very likely possibility in fact. When she was none too gently shoved into the interrogation room, she skittered to a halt and stared.
The blonde sitting at the table rose and extended her hand. “And you’re Kara Danvers.”
“You’re not a public defender. You’re Cat Grant.”
“So we’ve established,” Cat drawled. “Can we move forward?”
“What are you…” Kara shook her head. “Am I in the wrong room? No, you knew my name. You’re my lawyer? But I can’t pay you. You’re like the biggest name lawyer in the city. Why are you here?”
“Let’s just say we have a mutual interest.”
Kara hesitantly took a seat and truly looked at the attorney across from her. Slim, sharp features framed fierce green eyes, and delicate fingers held fast to a folder with DANVERS written primly along the tab.
“Good. We don’t have a lot of time today to discuss details, but I’m going to ask that your bail be set low, as you’re not a flight risk. Are you?”
Kara shook her head fervently. “I didn’t do it, I swear.”
“I’m well aware. Once you’re out of here, we can meet to organize your defense.”
“But I don’t own a gun, and I wasn’t home at the time of the… the you know. Isn’t that all the defense I need?”
“You’re up against a hefty charge, Miss Danvers. And the people who put you in this position won’t let you free without a fight.”
Something finally clicked in Kara’s head. She leaned closer and dropped her voice. “I was doing an expose on insider trading at Lord Industries. Are you implying that… that they set me up for this?”
“You’re hardly the first person who tried to air out their dirty laundry.”
“Oh.” Swallowing hard, Kara fell back in her seat.
“Not to worry. I’ve got this well in hand.”
“Ms. Grant… What happened to the others?”
Cat had started organizing her papers and packing up, but she paused at the question. “They didn’t have me as their counsel.”
“What happened to them?” she repeated.
“Some met with accidents while out on bail or in jail awaiting trial. The rest have suffered inexplicable heart failure post-sentencing.”
“They didn’t have me as their counsel,” Cat interrupted. “Now, if you’ll excuse me? I have to get you out of here.”
