Superluminal was the first to break the long, awkward silence that held between all four of them, looking over to Athena and speaking in a distinctly Ukranian accent. "Like I told you, speechless."
"Mmmhmm." The caped heroine tipped her head slightly to one side. "Funny. Your girl's usually a lot louder when she's shocked."
"Miss Clark, I'm right here!"
"Ahhh, there we go." She laughed slightly, squeezing the other hero's hand as she brought it up for a quick kiss. "I'm guess you girls have a lot of questions, so... let me start at the beginning." She kept holding onto the other woman's hand as she used her free hand to unfasten her cape. "Back when Anastasia and I were young, hot-shot, hormone-pumped new heroes, we flirted quite a lot. Plenty of lurid remarks, lewd jokes, innuendos... we could be downright filthy."
"She was filthy. I was the height of class at all times."
"I have a thousand or so text messages that prove otherwise," Athena teased back. "But regardless... do you remember about five years ago, when Unity had us both down for the count for a while?"
Almost instantly, Rachel responded by slapping a palm into her own forehead. "You... you were always over at her place..." She glanced down at Naomi as they both had the same realization, the other teen doing her own facepalm at superspeed. That time in their lives was hard to forget, seeing as how it was where Rachel first started having a crush on Naomi. Apparently, she wasn't the only Clark who'd developed a thing for a Sokolov around that same time.
Chuckling at the way their daughters were realizing something that had been staring them in the face for half a decade, Anastasia gave them a moment to gather their senses before taking over the explanation. "To begin with, of course, it was entirely, and monstrously, sexual. A few Earthquakes attributed to Doctor Tectonic were actually..." She motioned with her head to her lover's thighs. It visibly disgusted Rachel and Naomi to think about their mothers having literal planet-shattering sex, and that only seemed to egg on Superluminal. "Honestly, I was worried we might sink San Diego at one point."
The teenagers looked about ready to throw up as they both slunk down against a wall, leading Athena to take back over. She was just slightly less inclined to make them squirm at every turn. "It developed far.. far beyond that. Anastasia and I... we love each other, deeply. We had always meant to tell you, and to come out about it, but..." She shrugged.
"But what?" Naomi shot back, aviators pried off her face and hanging in one hand. "I'dve like to know my mom was into chicks, y'know! Would've probably made things for me and a whole lot of other queer girls way easier growing up, knowing their heroes don't have to be straight!"
The two older women solemnly looked between each other for a moment, jaws shifting around uncomfortably. For just a second, it seemed like they might pull away, but Anastasia finally opened up with her own admission. "Mother... is a very backwards old woman, who would not approve. And that shouldn't have stopped me, but..." She swallowed audibly. "It is... difficult... to break your mother's heart." Naomi wanted to snap back at her mom further, to imply that Anastasia was trying to turn this back around on them - but she could tell that simply wasn't the case. The woman who could outrun light and faced down galaxy-destroying threats was simply afraid of earning her own mother's revulsion.
"She has a decent reason," Athena added, looking directly at Rachel. "I was... I was just a coward. I've been worried that.. that if I come out about it, about who I am, about who I love... then I won't get to be San Diego's pure and wholesome protector anymore. I'll be this... this hill for people to die on. Nobody's going to see Athena, the Wise and Powerful Heroine - they'll see Athena, That One Lesbian Superhero."
None of them said anything for a few moments. Rachel truly wanted to stay mad at their mothers for keeping something like this from them... but at the end of the day, she supposed their reasons for keeping it quiet weren't far off from the same reason she'd kept her own preferences hidden for so many years. They were, if nothing else, the spitting images of the heroines who'd raised them, inheriting not just their powers, but all their little quirks and flaws and fears. It was kind of comforting, in a way, and terrifying all at the same time.
"So..." Naomi bit her lip. "If you two are... and she and I... isn't that... weird?"
"Extremely," Veronica confirmed with a nod. "But... we talked about it, and... I think Anastasia has come up with a good solution..."