[b]Washington D.C.[/b]
[b]Kara's Apartment[/b]
[b]7:30PM[/b]

[i]"Kara, I have something that might interest you."[/i]

"Is it a stylist? No? Not interested, Sanc." The dress she modeled before the mirror of her third floor apartment was tight around her midsection and hips, but cut around the shoulders. The ivory samite material of the dress shined and shadowed as Kara turned	this way and that, it's lining a lush silvery satin, her feet slipping into silver heels. It would have to do, even if Kara admitted to herself, deep down, that she kinda liked the way it all looked on her. Kinda, anyway. Her breats still felt shoved against her chest and pushed up to her chin. It wasn't quite that bad, but there were still parts of human fashion that she was struggling to cope with.

[i]"Looking good, Kara. Shall I call the car?"[/i]

Kara made a face, even if it was gone in half a heartbeat. "Yes, please." Kara wanted to fly. Now that she could fly, Kara found herself wanting to fly EVERYWHERE. But that wasn't the safest option, especially when dressed in an evening gown. But Lex had offered his limo and driver to pick her up at her building, and hadn't allowed her to refuse the offer. "What'd you find?"

[i]"Someone else is looking into Luthor's servers."[/i]

"Legitimate, or...?"

[i]"I find no direct ties to law enforcement of any kind. Nor do I believe we are dealing with another A.I."[/i]

Standing in front of her mirror, sliding on a small silver chained crucifix, before putting on the silver earrings, Kara's attention perked. "Oh? You sound impressed, Sanctuary. Is there a human out there that's impressing you with their ability to crack and code?"

[i]"Yes, though this doesn't seem to be just any human: the processing power they're using is not something I run into outside a few Universities and the Government."[/i]

"And this is neither?"

[i]"Correct. Whoever they are, I have traced them back to Gotham City. To get a more accurate location, you will need to travel to Gotham City, and assist in the trace."[/i]

"Think that trace leads back to a Batcave?"

[i]"Possible. The processing power being used is quite impressive, and the sophistication of the coding languages used suggests someone very skilled."[/i]

"Right, but are you leading me straight into a meet-and-greet with one of Gotham's crazed vigilantes?"

[i]"...are you not a vigilante yourself, Kara?"[/i]

"Oh, I am. But I'm the sane kind, you see."

[i]"And those in Gotham City are insane?"[/i]

By then, the grin on Kara's lips was wide. "Seems so, Sanc." Outside the the front of the apartment building she heard a door slam shut; three stories down and across layers of concrete and steel and drywall. "Car's here. Send a message to the crew and alert them to the mystery hacker? No surprises, Sanc. We can't afford them...well, they can't afford them. And I don't want to go save their lives, so, no surprises."

When the door knocked, Kara went straight for it, opening it without much of a thought. She hadn't thought to look past the door, to see who might be on the otherside. In fact when she opened the door, she only gave a quick glance, expecting to see the driver of the limo. She did not see a driver. Instead, the quick look became a longer look, as Kara's big blue eyes blinked at the image of Lex Luthor. 

Worst of all, he was smiling. And stealing glances into her apartment from the open door. 

"Kara, you look amazing."

She smiled back at him, briefly, "Thank you, Mr. Luthor."

"Lex, please."

Kara chuckled, mostly at the innate oddness of it all. "Okay, Lex; you told me your driver would come pick me up for tonight, not you."

"Well," Luthor was unphased, giving the slightest of shoulder shrugs, "I hope it isn't a problem."

"No problem, just curious."

Whatever she said, it made Lex Luthor grin. A disquieting sight, if Kara had ever seen one. "I was just that: curious, about you.  I admit I half expected your apartment to be filled with print outs and white boards with numbers on it. Instead..."

"Instead all you find is an apartment?"

And, that was all there was; a living room and kitchen, separated by a counter. Then a small hall broke off from that space; leaving to a bathroom and a bedroom. She had a few hiding spots in the apartment, but everything out in the open looked as plain and dull as any other career minded twenty-something year old woman's apartment. It looked clean, like she didn't spend a lot of time in it. But that wasn't out of the ordinary; not with the hours she had spent at Luthor's campaign headquarters. 

"Shall we?"

Luthor's eyes snapped away from scanning around her apartment; something he obviously had a deep interest in at the moment. But why? Kara had no obvious clue. If he was onto her true identity, he likely would not have shown up to her doorstep, unarmed and unarmored. It was strange. It was bizarre. It was--

"Kara, I hope you don't mind my asking such a personal question...but your relationship with the Congressional naval attache?"

...it was creepy. Her blue eyes blinked. Why would Lex ask...that? "It ended, recently."

"I'm so sorry to hear that."

Kara wasn't able to check herself in time. The thought came straight from her brain, to her lips, without a single hesitation. "Are you?"

"No," Luthor smiled, but Kara didn't feel warmth or humor in the smile. Only gratisfaction. "After you."