Love and Lust: Supergirl

Despite her seemingly kind and lovely appearance, Kara Zor-El was pretty frustrated. She didn't show it outwardly on her beautiful face, but internally Kara had a lot of pent-up irritation, which was part of why she was in Jump City, assisting Nightwing take down the monstrous Hellgrammite.

"Hsss! You have made a grave mistake, interrupting the birth of my hive!" Hellgrammite hissed, diving at Nightwing, who barely managed to avoid getting diced by the mutated supervillain's claws. "Now you two will be the first meal for my hatchlings!"

The grasshopper-like villain's razors and mandibles angrily gnawed at the stone wall he collided with, scurrying along the wall to leap onto Nightwing's back, shrieking and spitting wildly as he jumped.

Kara quickly zoomed forward to slam her fist into Hellgrammite's face, causing the green-and-orange creature to slam into the ground--right as Nightwing's escrima sticks hit the back of his head. "Ak! Tss! Your strength is nothing to Hellgrammite, not with my latest metamorphosis!"

"Oh great, he's talking in the third person." Nightwing quipped, rolling his eyes behind his domino mask. "Killer Moth did the exact same thing just a few weeks ago. Got real ugly, called himself Charaxes. And even then he still got taken down easily like the third-rate villain he was. You wanna rip off that guy?"

Kara giggled before she could stop herself. Damn it, she was supposed to be a co-worker to be taken seriously, not another mindless fangirl wanting an autograph!

"I am no longer some third-rate foe, flesh-meat!" Hellgrammite screeched as Nightwing threw a bola-rope around his arms and waist. "Batman, Green Arrow, and those Outsiders may have been worthy opponents before, but now I possess strength worthy of Superman!"

He effortlessly tore apart the rope, and knocked Nightwing into the ground with a single, aggravated hit, arching his mandibles to bite into the former Robin's head.

But before he could touch him, Kara interrupted Hellgrammite with a teasing tap to the head. "You want to fight Superman, right? Then why are you in Jump City, bugface?"

"M-My colony needed to form somewhere safe-so that I may have an ARMY of-GHAAH!"

WHAM!

Kara interrupted Hellgrammite's stammering explanation with a well-placed kick in the head, though the bug-villain wasn't yet down for the count, furiously crawling toward the blonde and swiping his sharpened claws at her.

She didn't know whether Hellgrammite was actually able to fit her skin--and luckily she didn't have to, as Nightwing jammed a batarang (nightarang?) that delivered a massive burst of electricity into the grasshopper man's back--and even THEN he wasn't finally done until Kara gave him an annoyed slap to the face, his twitching body sprawled pathetically on the ground.

"Whew...these villains just get harder and harder to take down." Kara said airily, internally screaming at herself for having such a lame conversation starter.

"Tell me about it." Nightwing grunted, stretching his back and wincing.

"Are you alright, Nightwing?" Kara asked concernedly.

"Nah, I'm just a little winded from something I did a few days ago. A lot of strenuous activity." Dick chuckled to himself before saying, "And now that it's just us, you don't need to be so formal. You can call me Dick and I'll call you Kara, alright?"

"Alright, Dick!" Kara began to blush heavily, all too enthusiastic to be better acquainted with her long-unrequited crush.

Now that he was standing still in front of her, Kara noticed how tired looking and worn out the taller, dark-haired man actually was, swaying slightly where he stood, and rubbing his temples every other minute. She also noticed Nightwing's lack of energy during the fight with Hellgrammite, how much slower his reflexes were, and the bags under his eyes when Kara used her X-Ray vision on his domino mask.

Of course, she also noticed his wonderful dark blue eyes, like two pools she could get lost in forever...and if her unashamed gawking and biting her lower lip didn't give it away already, Kara was totally checking Nightwing out!....Again.

And who could really blame her? Nightwing was hot, dressed in that skintight blue-and-black outfit all the time, Kara didn't need her X-Ray vision to check out his ripped muscles. Everything about him was irresistible, from how his dark hair sometimes got in the way of his handsome face, to his perfect ass, and his cock which was huge--and Nightwing wasn't even hard yet!

To Kara's disappointment, Nightwing wasn't as interested in checking her out as she was, giving her petite figure a quick once-over before adding, "I'm glad for the assistance, Kara...but why are you all the way in Jump City? I thought the entire state of Virginia was your turf or something..."

"I-I wanted to talk to you about something, and then I heard civilians panicking about some bug monster in the sewers." Kara admitted, flinching uncomfortably at his words.

"Yeah, apparently Hellgrammite had joined the recent supervillain trend of selling his soul to some kind of demon through a 'black candle' to 'evolve himself'--and transform anyone he caught into a grasshopper drone." Dick replied, giving the unconscious Hellgrammite a disgusted look as he slapped a specialized pair of handcuffs onto his spindly arms. "Hope these are enough until the authorities arrive...just my luck for him to show up here..." He groaned as he stood up again, dazedly stepping toward Kara as he continued, "So why did you...you...want..to--"

To Kara's shock, Dick simply passed out before he could finish his sentence, falling back with his head slumped downward. Luckily, she caught him before he hit the ground...and inadvertently copped a feel of his athletic body as she held him.

What? Why should she feel guilty for feeling Nightwing up while he was unconscious when he was the one cheating on his girlfriend!

Kara had harbored a crush on Dick for years, though by the time she'd arrived on Earth Dick had already established his own relationships and friendships than her. Of course, her infatuation with him only grew not long after that when he became Nightwing, and while Kara was still Supergirl, she'd had enough experience at this point to consider Dick as her peer.

Though this newfound confidence and beauty motivated Kara to wear a more revealing outfit (her stomach being exposed and her skirt becoming shorter...though Kara still wore short-shorts under her dress as she didn't like ALL the attention she was getting), she always knew deep down that she never had a chance with Dick Grayson/Nightwing, not when Starfire already had her greedy hooks into him.

If Kara considered her crop-top and short skirt "daring", then what the orange-skinned redhead wore was downright scandalous! How could she compete with a supermodel, badass, big-boobed, red-haired, princess like Starfire?

The answer was that she couldn't. Her getting with Nightwing was just a fantasy, a concept that only existed in Kara's wet dreams where her crush would spontaneously be as obsessed with her as she was with him, and lovingly take the virginity that she had saved with him--Kara wasn't actually saving her virginity for him, but he definitely was her first choice...

These erotic and smutty dreams would only intensify when Kara learned that Dick had become a male supermodel, posing in all kinds of suggestive and revealing outfits that gave the blonde Kryptonian several sleepless nights where she'd masturbate to his pictures on those Epiphany magazines.

And pathetic as it was, Kara would have been satisfied with that status quo...until she heard the rumors and gossip of Nightwing having a secret affair behind Starfire's back...with Power Girl of all people!

That was what irritated Kara beyond anything else, enough to drive her to angrily fly to Jump City on a whim.

If there was one person whose sexier body and popularity Kara envied more than Starfire's, (or her colleagues like Wonder Woman or Black Canary), it was Power Girl, Kara's older...hotter alternate Earth counterpart.

Ever since the day "Karen Starr"--because there wasn't room on this Earth for TWO Kara's--had arrived, Kara had been jealous of her well-endowed double. Power Girl had shown up only two years after Kara did, and the second the world caught wind of the mid-20's, amazon-exhibitionist version of Supergirl with a boob window, they immediately flocked to her, and treated Kara like she was a prudish wannabe.

While Kara gladly appreciated the fans that stayed with her--mostly conservative women, women who viewed Power Girl's provocative outfits as setting a bad example or were simply envious of her impossible figure and confidence...--she never really got over how Karen had practically stolen her adulthood, in a way.

The news of Kara's crush allegedly cheating on his girlfriend with Power Girl was the last straw in her mind. Seriously?!? Karen was going to take that (though Kara had already known that she never had a chance with Dick from the start) away from her too?!? The injustice of it all still made her mad, just thinking about it! Dick was closer to Kara's age than he was to Karen's! She was like thirty! If her tits weren't bigger than her head, Karen never would have!--

The distant sound of police sirens, as well as the ever-familiar red and blue lights snapped Kara out of her internal rant. She quickly made sure to wrap a street light around Hellgrammite as a safety precaution, and fly away with an unconscious Dick in her arms before the cops could see them. Or any news/social media outlets.

Though Kara was slightly tempted to get her and Dick seen just to spite her chesty doppelganger. After all, the rumors and social media buzz of Nightwing and Power Girl's "fling" did start from the infamous photo of her carrying him away after defeating some C-List villain together, capped off with her kissing the former Robin on the cheek before taking off. It could have been viewed as a playful, friendly gesture--but Kara and many others knew better.

She definitely knew better now, after seeing how exhausted Dick was during his fight with Hellgrammite. The grasshopper-mutant didn't even injure Dick that much, and Kara didn't need to use her X-Ray vision to figure out what 'strenuous activity' Dick was referring to before he had collapsed.

The rush of the wind around her caused some stray strands of blonde hair to dangle in Kara's eyes before she brushed it a2ay with her free hand. With her other hand she carried the still-unconscious Dick.

Where was she supposed to go with him? Titans Tower? Kara didn't have a key to that place. She didn't even know where Dick was living. Bludhaven maybe? Should she take him to Gotham?

Now that Kara was really thinking about it, it became more and more apparent how stupid her 'plan to confront Dick' was. What was her plan before Dick passed out? Involve herself in a messy love affair that had nothing to do with her?

No...deep down Kara knew the real reason behind the self-righteous excuse--the same reason she was eyeing Dick's muscular body through his outfit, even now--if Dick was willing to cheat on his girlfriend with an alternate version of HER, then maybe...maybe...

She had a chance to get with Dick after all.

***

Metallo--who once upon a time called himself John Corben-- entered the Dark Side Bar, already thinking of the many ways he could hurt the Atomic Skull for wasting his time. Sure, his enhanced physiology and ability to shoot radioactive blasts might make it hard for him...

He doubted even Skull could handle a full blast of pure, concentrated energy from the chunk of Kryptonite within Metallo that he called a heart. It was located in the empty orifice on his metal chest, well hidden like the rest of him under a layer of fake human skin.

With that Metallo could walk down a street full of people appearing like an actual person instead of a metallic skeleton with glowing green eyes. Not that he remotely felt human when he did that, as he was still unable to breathe, eat, drink, feel--

Oddly enough, when Metallo settled himself down at the bar counter, Atomic Skull's presence wasn't immediately known to him. No signs of his fellow skeleton-face with the glowing green head within the hazy smoke and drunken laughter...was he hidden under a disguise, too?

He wouldn't be surprised if Skull didn't bother. A dive bar like this suited a dumbass like him perfectly. Metallo had already spotted other loser supervillains at several tables when he walked in; Hyena, The Monocle, Sonar-

"Metallo! Just the man I wanted to see!" A grinning man with light brown hair sat next to Metallo, wearing a black shirt that had the words: 'I tried to tell a uranium joke, but there was no reaction'. Metallo's green irises flashed under the contact lenses he wore.

"Gah! Hey, whoa! It's me, metal face, Atomic Skull!" The man yelped out as Metallo grabbed him by his shirt collar and lifted him into the air. None of the other bar patrons dared to intervene. Metallo knew the second the smiling man talked that he was telling the truth...not only did he recognize his voice, what other idiot would wear a shirt like that?

"First off, how'd you manage to hide your face like that? And second, why did you call me to meet you in a dingy shithole in New York?" Metallo barked in his face. "I swear, if you're trying to rope me into Roulette's fighting ring, I'll turn you into a real skeleton, Skull!"

"Of course not! J-Just set me down, man, trust me, what I know is definitely worth your time. If the others back in Metropolis knew what I'm about to offer you they'd tear me apart..." Atomic Skull replied firmly. As Metallo complied, he added, "And call me Joe Martin from now on. I'm done being Atomic Skull...this face ain't a disguise."

Metallo narrowed his eyes. "How?"

"It was actually pretty simple. You hear those rumors of all the villains with magic powers getting stronger? They're legit, like when I met up with Silver Banshee a few days ago-"

"Get to the point!"

"Long story short, Banshee gave me and that freak Hellgrammite these creepy black candles, and told us if we sold our soul to some demon guy, we'd be able to change ourselves in any way we want! She said that all we had to do in return was 'convert' more people with the extra candles she had, so I called you!"

THAT definitely got Metallo's attention!

"Why me?" He said slowly. It had to be too good to be true. "Why not, say, Parasite instead?"

"Parasite?" Joe Martin scowled. "I hate that guy!" Then, looking around nervously, he pulled out a black candle with strange markings on it. "I know we don't really know each other, Metallo, and as much as I hated it when you and your friends wouldn't let me join the Superman Revenge Squad-"

'Because you're a dumbass', Metallo thought to himself smugly.

"--I figured if anyone had it worse than me, it was you. I mean, at least it was only my head that was green and on fire!" Joe Martin placed the candle on Metallo's outstretched and eager hand. "Believe me, being normal is waaaay better than plotting your next bank robbery or villain team up. The candle even fixed something that was wrong with my head, since apparently my powers were givin' me some kinda brain damage the whole time--"

"Fixed?" Metallo repeated doubtfully, his eyes flickering downward at Joe Martin's shirt.

"--And it's been pretty nice so far. I got a steady gig, a small place down the road from here, a wonderful girlfriend named Zelda...who I got to meet up for our date tonight in less than an hour, and while I don't have any powers anymore-"

"Why would you throw away your powers?" Metallo interrupted. "Don't you want payback against Superman and all the others for setting you back?"

Joe Martin rolled his eyes. "Come on man, you still want petty revenge, even when you can get your old life back?"

If Metallo had a nose he would have snorted derisively. "I think I'll move on once I cut ties with my old life--all of it."

"But not me, right?" Joe added nervously.

"Nah, I'm not that heartless." Metallo said with a laugh. "And until Superman and his Super Friends get back from whatever they're doing in Europe, the bimbo Supergirl knockoff that's here in New York is top of the list!"

"You mean Power Girl? Why start with her when Supergirl's over in Virginia, it's not that far." Joe Martin interjected. "I know Peegee's more popular, but she's just some hussy clone of Supergirl (I think), while the real deal is Superman's cousin--who's tragic death do you think'll get that Flying Blue Boy Scout's attention?"

Metallo grinned, slapping Joe Martin's back in approval as he stood up from his chair. "I knew there was a bit of the old Atomic Skull still in there. Yes...after my impromptu 'makeover', ripping Supergirl to shreds would make for a great debut for the new me!"

Joe Martin shrugged. "Well, good luck with that, man." He turned to leave, but before he could move Metallo grabbed him by the shoulder.

"Where are you going? Aren't you gonna come with me, to see the bloodbath that I'm gonna make?"

"Weren't you listening? I'm gonna be late for my date!"

***

As Dick slowly opened his eyes and blinked from the sunlight pouring in through the nearby window, he stretched his arms out and sighed at the feel of the soft pillow and silken sheets he was laying on. And cursed under his breath as he felt the usual soreness take over his body.

God, and Dick thought his training with Batman was unrelentingly arduous, but even days after the 'birthday orgy' had occurred he still felt drained and worn out.

Though to be fair, Dick shouldn't have survived having nonstop sex with eight different women for an entire day in the first place, (thanks to whatever Ivy's specialized kiss had done to his physiology), so being constantly exhausted for a few days seemed like a fair trade-off.

Was it a good idea to fight a mutated Hellgrammite when every bone on his body felt that sore? Probably not, but Dick had no regrets in stopping that monster, not when his plans included assimilating innocent people into his hybrid hive of bug-people.

Glancing wearily around the bedroom he was in, Dick quickly deduced that he was in an apartment. Kara's apartment, specifically, from the looks of the posters and memorabilia from Kansas and Metropolis around him. From the looks of the darkening sky in the nearby window, Dick guessed he'd been out for only a few hours.

He pushed the sheets off his aching form, and became aware of the fact that he was shirtless, the upper half of his outfit folded neatly on the dresser next to him.

Dick knew Kara well enough to know that she probably didn't do anything besides "innocently" ogling his muscular body...at least he didn't think she would.

He wouldn't be surprised if Kara's crush bordered on unhealthily obsessive--after all, the older, Earth-2 counterpart to her had been texting him nonstop ever since the day he'd woken up and fucked all his co-worker-lover's brain's out. And while all Karen was suggesting was "hanging out", Dick knew her well enough to know that she had sexy ulterior motives. But Kara...why did she--

"Oh good, you're up. Looks like you really needed that sleep, Dick." Kara's voice cut through his cycle of thoughts, the dark haired man turning to see the perky Kryptonian enter the room.

Well, maybe perky was a bit of an understatement. Kara was gorgeous, and the way she was swaying her hips as she sauntered over to the end of the bed was awakening a libido he thought had been milked out of him.

"Oh, uh, well..." Dick sported a sheepish grin as he waved his hands in embarrassment. "Sorry you had to handle the rest of that on your own. But I'm also glad you were there, Kara, because I don't want to imagine what that monster would have done if I had collapsed sooner..."