Next day

The bell above the door of the pizza shop jangled. A dinner rush or late-night crave, it was hard to determine. The pizza guy was alone, wiping down the counter with a rag that had seen better days.

He looked up and greeted, “Welcome to Gotham Pizza Co!" Huh, he lowkey forgot about the Co in Gotham Pizza Co meant. Hopefully the customer didn't ask. "How may we help you?”

It was a woman that entered and the kind that got his eyes widening. See, this chick was attractive, first and foremost, and walked with a regal grace that seemed utterly out of place on the cracked linoleum floor. A baseball cap was pulled low over fiery red hair and large sunglasses obscured much of her face, but they did nothing to hide the impossible plunge of her black silk blouse. The creamy swell of her breasts was a preview of the divine architecture beneath. This redhead, she was a queen playing at being mortal, and failing spectacularly.

‘Oh…’

He also knew who this queen was. The pizza guy stopped wiping. The rag made a soft thump as it hit the counter.

“Hello again,” Queen Mera greeted.

“Mera.” Her name was a breath, a prayer, a memory of salt spray and the groaning of an old lighthouse keeper’s bed. “You’re… here.”

Did she take a taxi or something? How did she find this place? Or, wait, was it a stupid question to ask considering she was a bonafide superhero? She probably used a magic spell to track him down.

“I was in the neighborhood. I found myself craving a… conversation.” Mera’s majestic eyes, just visible over the rims of her glasses, drifted down his frame, and he felt his balls tense up from their last encounter. “And perhaps a dat—”

Date? Was that what was she going to say before the door bell jingled again. A new voice, bright and sharp as a shard of kryptonite, cut through the steam-filled air.

“Hey! Is my super-sized veggie supreme ready? I’m literally starving.”

Kara Danvers strode in, all sunshine and power in a white cotton sweater and blue jeans. She even had a black purse hanging off her shoulders. The college woman’s smile was brilliant until her eyes landed on Mera. The wattage dimmed, replaced by a flicker of something hot and possessive. Her gaze dropped to Mera’s chest, and a tiny, almost imperceptible frown tightened her features.

“Oh, Kara, hey. I, uh, I don’t think you ordered,” the pizza guy said.

“I know, I know, just…joking,” Kara said, her tone cooling several degrees. She adjusted her glasses. “I didn’t realize you had a customer.”

She squinted. Kara was acting like she should have been able to see her. Weird.

‘Mera’s footsteps didn’t make any noise. I guess she’s using magic to hide herself? She is supposed to be undercover and stuff.’

The pizza guy’s rationalization was right on the dot. Mera turned toward the blonde. She didn’t need to adjust her posture; her sheer presence was a challenge. “I am. And you are…?”

“Like I said, a customer.”

Mera only nodded curtly. “Hm.”

“A loyal customer, actually. I come here everyday. The pizza is to die for,” Kara said, her eyes narrowing slightly although still smiling. She leaned against the counter, intentionally placing herself between him and the Atlantean queen. “Underrated place. I suppose you agree?”

“...I do.”

The air grew thick, charged with a tension he could practically taste. These two were…something. They were two different kinds of perfection, and they were currently using him as an invisible rope in a tug-of-war.

He felt a bead of sweat trace a path down his temple. Overwhelmed was too small a word for it. ‘K-Kara, should you really be messing with her? She’s a queen…’

Oh yes, she should pizza guy, because your cute Kara was not all that she seemed—and Mera, who was only a vague acquaintance to the Super Family—could only squint and suspect.

The phone rang, its shrill cry a welcome interruption. He snatched it up. Saved by the bell. “Pizza Panic!… Yeah… Yeah, got it. 22B… Ten minutes.” The pizza guy hung up, the receiver clicking back into place with finality. He looked between the two ladies. Damn, they were hot. “Gotta make a delivery. Now.”

He practically fled into the back, the heat of two pairs of incredible eyes burning into his back. He focused on the dough, the sauce, the cheese, constructing the pizza with everything he had.

‘What should I do? They’re out there, I’m the only one managing…’ He sighed. ‘I wish the boss was here…’

But he wasn’t. He went to the front and the ladies instantly snapped to him.

“Well?”

“I smell pizza.”

Their remarks intersected. Mera had her arms crossed and Kara was tugging on her bag. They were waiting for him very eagerly.

“Umm…I kinda have to go—”

Mera raised a brow. “Ha?”

Kara faked a smile. “What?”

“Yeah, just in ten minutes. I’ll try and make your pizzas in the meantime—”

“No need.”

“Yep, me neither.”

…huh? They even exchanged suspicious looks. The pizza guy didn’t get it at all. “A-are you sure, we have coupons—”

“Nope.”

“We’re good.”

What was this synchronisation? What was going on? As much as he wanted to ask and protest, he bit his bottom lip and turned on his heel. The pizza guy boxed the pizza, grabbed his keys, and pushed through the back door into the alley where his car was parked.