Supergirl: The Dossier
(Synopsis: A mysterious new villain comes to National City, seemingly with a detailed guide on how to take down its greatest heroine.
It starts with Kara Danvers overconfident, allowing herself to be kidnapped to find out who would be targeting her civilian identity. But it's clear, even early on, that this mysterious new threat is not one she should be taking lightly. This mysterious Captor has knowledge and a level of cunning different to what Kara is used to.
An added wrinkle is, as all this is going on, Kara may have realised her true feelings for her best friend. Having kept secrets from Lena for so long, how will sharing these feelings go for Kara.
As their plot moves forward, Kara's friends, including Nia and Lena, may not be safe and Alex may know more than she's letting on.
But Kara is Supergirl, and Supergirl always wins. Right?)
Part 1: Krisis of the Kryptonite Kidnapping
Kara Danvers floated elegantly above the clouds in her famous Supergirl costume. Her blonde hair and red cape billowed in the wind as she looked down at her apartment below with curiosity. She scanned it with her super vision and could see what appeared to be a tactical team in black ops gear. They had seemingly broken in and were methodically searching the place. Curiously Kara noticed that they were all wearing lead lined masks, obscuring their identities from even her x-ray vision.
Still, Kara smirked. Using her super hearing she was able to piece together that they were there to kidnap her - albeit in her identity as seemingly harmless and petit journalist Kara Danvers. Over her shoulder she carried a backpack, it had been a long day at CatCo and she had decided to fly home straight from the office, rather than brave National City’s public transport. She pulled her phone from the bag. “I think someone’s trying to kidnap me!” She typed gleefully into her phone and sent to her sister, DEO agent Alex Danvers. “Lol.” She added, with a laughing emoji. She had a quick back and forth conversation with Alex about it. After years and years of this sort of thing, the tone was super casual, neither were panicked.
Kara decided that she’d let them take her,. She’d see who the mastermind was and take them out before anything escalated too far. It might be fun and it wasn’t like she’d be in any danger, she was Supergirl after all. What better way to find out what they were up to.
Kara floated down to the ground, avoiding entering her apartment through the open window she had left and quickly changed back into her civilian clothes. A nice skirt, white shirt and yellow sweater topped off with a pair of glasses. She pulled on a coat, remembering at the last minute that it was supposedly a cold day in National City, despite her not noticing. Backpack slung across her back, she walked up and entered her apartment nonchalantly. Then, as she turned on the lights she spotted one of intruders and put on an exaggerated display of fear and confusion.
“Oh! Who are you people? What do you want with me?!” Kara overacted. The team, unfazed, swiftly grabbed her and secured her hands with zip ties. She was told to be quiet. Kara continued her theatrical struggle, barely concealing her amusement. She could have snapped the zip ties in seconds and taken them all out a couple of seconds later, but she was curious about who they were and was already enjoying playing the damsel in distress.
After a ride through the city in the back of a black van, Kara eventually found herself tied to a chair in a dimly lit room. She squinted from the light as the blindfold around her eyes was pulled down to reveal another person in a lead mask. She had noted that the blindfold had not been lead lined, suggesting they had no idea who she really was. She had stashed her Supergirl suit in her backpack and hadn’t been able to take it with her, but still, she thought to herself, this was looking less like a job for Supergirl by the moment and more like one Kara Danvers could handle.
“Pl-please I can’t see without my glasses.” Kara said, really turning up the staged weakness and fear in her voice. The Captor silently put them on her head for her. “And, the zip ties - they’re hurting my wrists. Please, can you loosen them for me?”
The Captor silently did so, then stood in front of their hostage, Kara looked up at them and took them in.
All black, the tactical outfit was tight enough for Kara to realise it was a woman standing in front of her. Combined with the black, lead lined mask, there was nothing that stood out about her. Kara had run into many villains over the years and this one was certainly one of the most nondescript. She leant back in her seat, waiting for a self important villainous monologue.
But the Captor was silent, seemingly studying her. Kara looked around the room. Equally nondescript, except for a door, it was basically just a black walled building with some very bright lights and a stark white floor. When she tried her super vision, she quickly found that the walls were lined with lead.
For a moment, her face betrayed how annoying this was. Kara really wanted to ask what was with all the lead. Instead she put back on her staged meek voice. “Please, what do you want from me? Did I write something you don’t like?” This seemed to snap the Captor out of their trance.
“I know you've written extensively about Supergirl for many years. So extensively, I think it’s safe to say you two have some kind of personal relationship.” The Captor did not stop as if this was a question, they stated it as fact. “She’s shared a lot of details about herself with you. That means, she must trust you and that means that if you’ve disappeared she will come looking for you.”
Kara internally noted that these were all fair points. She tried to answer, but for the first time didn’t feel quite as in control of the situation. “Well I-I.. we’ve met a few times…” “Quite a few times according to CatCo. There are many photos of the two of you together and documents of conversations you’ve had. It’s a safe bet that even if you’re not close, you know her better than almost anyone in the city. Almost.” That last almost hung in the air, Kara suppressed a little smirk - you’ve no idea how close we are lady, she wanted to say.
Anyway, Kara was starting to find this dull. Escaping without revealing her identity would be a challenge, but one she thought might be fun. Wait for her to leave then a little heat vision for the cameras in the corner watching them, super speed out the door and try and collect as much information as she can before flying out of there.
But, as Kara was making her plans, the Captor pulled out a lead box.
Kara’s demeanour quickly shifted as the box opened and a light green glow escaped it, revealing a small chunk of kryptonite attached to a necklace. A wave of anxiety, powerlessness and pain washed over Kara as the green light washed over her face. Suddenly the zip ties, despite having been loosened, really were too tight. Suddenly, Kara was in a lot of trouble.
“To ensure Supergirl doesn't cause me problems when she shows up, I've brought this." The woman explained as she showed the necklace off in front of Kara’s face, not yet noticing Kara’s reaction. “My understanding is, she could knock down one of those walls to come and save you, but if she gets within a couple of metres of this stuff, she’ll very quickly be on her knees.” She held it not metres, but inches from Kara’s face.
“I-I…” Kara gulped, trying desperately not to sell the effects it was having on her. Her whole body felt on fire, her powers evaporating in seconds. “I believe you…”
Then things got worse. The Captor stepped forward and fastened the kryptonite necklace around Kara’s neck. Kara gasped as the clasp was closed around her neck and the rock tucked inside Kara’s yellow sweater, with it falling down inside her shirt, pressing it against her pale skin. Kara sucked in a pained breath. It took everything she had not to cry out in pain.
“Don’t worry, it doesn’t affect humans.” The Captor responded nonchalantly.
Instantly, Kara had felt the debilitating effects. She gasped again, eyes widened in shock and pain, struggling to maintain her composure, trying desperately to pretend to be unaffected.
A moment later and Kara’s Captor walked out of the room, and Kara’s head fell forward - breathing heavily with sweat forming on her brow. “A-Alex…” She whispered to herself. Utterly trapped and in a lot of trouble, all down to her own overconfidence. She glanced up at the cameras capturing all of this and moaned.
Time passed slowly. The kryptonite drained Kara's strength and more beads of sweat formed across her forehead and dripped down her body. Under her sweater her white shirt was now soaked through. Her breathing became shallow and she fought to keep her head up, her vision blurring. With her hands tied behind her back she was trapped. She began to find herself falling asleep, by now it was late into the night.
The Captor re-entered the room in the morning, this time holding some kind of file in her hand. She kicked Kara’s chair to wake her up. “I guess Supergirl doesn’t care about you after all. It’s been hours and hours and not a peep. We’re not hard to find.” Even through the mask, Kara could hear her sigh. “But then, why would she bother? Look at you. You’re quite pathetic Miss Danvers…” The Captor was clearly frustrated, they took another breath and calmed down. Then, they peered down at Kara and for the first time began to notice her demeanour.
The pale look on her face, the sweat that had seeped into her sweater, the laboured breathing. She peered down the high neck of Kara’s sweater, was that just the green glow of the kryptonite or were there green lines on her skin? “You don’t look very well Miss Danvers.” They said coldly. Placing the file on the floor. Kara glanced down at it, it was open. Even with her blurred vision she could see, old photos of her as Supergirl fighting. Metallo. Reign. So many notes too. What was that?
Kara looked back up at her Captor. Unsure how much longer she could keep up the ruse, wondering if the Captor had seen through it already. They clearly weren’t stupid and clearly something was wrong.
“Here, let me see you without these again…” The Captor leant forward and gently took Kara’s glasses off her face.
“N-no..” Kara weakly mouthed, starting to breathe heavier, her nightmare about to come true.
And then, there was an explosions. One of the black walls did indeed get knocked down.
“She’s here!” The Captor cried out, their voice wavering with adrenaline. Secret doors in the wall opened and a stream of operatives came into the room, holding all sorts of strange weapons.
One fired into the smoke and emptiness where the wall had stood. It was answered with a weapon being fired back. “That tickles.” Was Agent Alex Danvers response. She didn’t have long to worry about what sort of weapon had hit her, she fired off several shots taking out some of the men. Behind her Dreamer and the Martian Manhunter followed her in. They made short work of the professionals that had been waiting and preparing for a very different enemy.
The Captor had made a break for it, taking the file, the dossier with her. Only one page of it had slipped out to the floor.
Other DEO agents entered the room. “You are all under arrest.” Alex Danvers made very clear to them. “Dreamer please take Ka- please take Miss Danvers out of here.”
Dreamer freed Kara’s hands and picked her chin up, whispering. “Don’t worry Kara, we’ll get you out of here.” “N-Nia.. there’s kryptonite…” Kara weakly responded. Her friend quickly ripped the necklace off her, slipping it to Alex and with the help of J’onn helped to take Kara out of the room.
Alex walked over and deposited the kryptonite in the lead box, discarded by the Captor. Picking up the page from the dossier, she looked at it and muttered. “What the hell is this?”
Later on, Alex joined an unmasked Nia, J’onn and a recovering Kara in the back of a nondescript DEO van. Kara was sucking on an apple juice box and slowly starting to feel like herself again. “Thank you Alex, these two were telling me how you found me.” “Thank God you’ve got the most unique energy signature in the city.” Alex smiled, she was tired after a night of worrying. “The kryptonite is going deep underground, so don’t worry about that. And as for these men… well, no one wants to talk, but we’ll see how they feel after a few nights in the DEO lockup.” Even as she said it, she didn’t sound super confident that they would talk.
Kara glanced at the paper in Alex’s hand. “What’s that? Is that part of the folder… the dossier she had?”
It was, but Alex quickly pocketed it. “No. Looks like she got away with that.” Kara didn’t have the energy to push it further, but something was off about that. “Listen, you guys go home. Kara I think you need as much sunlight as you can and some rest. I’ll take it from here. And don’t worry, this is over.”
Kara nodded. She was exhausted. That much kryptonite exposure was not something she was used to. She was laughing and joking with Nia and J’onn as the van dropped them off, they had made her feel better, but she was worried. The Captor had escaped, and they had seemed to know a lot about her too. And what had Alex hidden?
What if this wasn’t over at all? What if this was just beginning?
But, it would be ok, she was Supergirl. And Supergirl could handle anything.
Right?
Part 2: She should have seen that coming
Kara Danvers sat in the DEO briefing room, bored. Winn Schott had been going through the technical specifications of the weapons that had been used by the black opps team during Kara’s kidnapping. Kara was sat in her Supergirl uniform, she was ready for action - she was not ready for another twenty minutes of dry techincal talk. “Winn, just for a moment forget I know anything about science and high tech weapons and how they’re made. Tell me, what’s so special about those guns?”
Winn took a second and blushed, realising he’d been droning on. “Uh, sure. So, they were specifically calibrated to you Kara. A blast from that weapon was designed to strip away some of your solar energy-“
“The same solar energy that powers me. Right.” Kara finished his sentence.
“Yeah, so that’s why it didn’t do anything to Alex or anyone else. They were expecting Supergirl, and their entire plan was to ambush you.” Winn looked concerned.
Kara let out a sigh, eyes growing big as she did it. “Great. So, first kryptonite. Then guns that strip me of my powers. What else did they have planned?”
Winn pointed to the presentation on the flat screen. “Well Kara, that’s exactly what I’ve been saying. We didn’t find anything else. Those men, they’re all hired hands and they’re not talking. And believe me, Alex tried hard to get them to talk. J’onn has taken a look into some of their heads, they’ve no idea who hired them, just they were paid a lot of money to kidnap you and ambush.. well, you.”
“I knew things had been too quiet recently.” Kara stood up and paced slowly around the room.
Winn couldn’t help but briefly look Kara up and down, her long legs meeting her famous red skirt and tight spandex outfit. “And the final piece of bad news. The leader they had, she - they escaped. No trace of them.”
“So, they’re out there somewhere and they have access to kryptonite and weirdly specific weapons designed to hurt me. Should I be flattered?” Kara gave a weak smile. “Listen Winn, I’ve got to get out of here for a while. Clear my head. Cover for me ok.”
Winn blushed, very clearly he would do whatever Kara asked of him. “S-sure Kara. But don’t you want to say hi to Alex? She should be here soon.”
Kara was lost in thought for a moment. Alex had saved her, but had also acted so strangely after clearly finding a note the Captor had dropped. Something Winn seemed unaware of too. “Nah, I’m sure she’ll be ok. You’re coming to Lena’s birthday right? Her “Dirty 30” as she can’t stop calling it. Everyone’s going, it’ll be nice for the old gang to catch up.”
Winn nodded. “Of course, I wouldn’t miss it.”
Kara waved goodbye and was soon walking towards the exit. Minutes later she was in the sky, wind blowing through her blonde hair and looking down on National City and thinking about what she could pick up Lena for her birthday. What do you get for the woman that already owns everything? Another expensive black suit?
As she flew over the city centre, some looked up still marvelling at the flying heroine after all these years, others got on with their day barely giving her a second look. How long had she being doing this now? How much longer did she plan on being the city’s Supergirl? She wasn’t too far away from thirty herself, perhaps it was a time to settle down a little, tell the person she cared about how she felt-
Suddenly, her train of thought was stopped in its tracks as she heard an alarm bell ringing across town. One of the city’s big banks. She smiled at how useful her super hearing always ended up being. She turned and flew towards the noise, a good old fashioned bank robbery to stop - it had been a while.
She decided she wanted to make things short, sharp and impactful, fly in fast and take out any criminals before they could hurt any potential hostages. This was an error and in her haste she didn’t bother with scanning the building with her super vision. Overconfident again.
She flew into the grand old building through an open window, slowing down as she landed in the centre of the bank’s atrium. She was surprised to see just a couple of criminals, dressed in the same black opps gear as her kidnappers. Too late, she noticed the giant pieces of equipment seemingly set up to surround her, she thought they looked like giant speakers.
Then it hit her. A soundwave that instantly caused her to cry out in pain, her hands trying desperately to cover her ears. She had never felt anything like it. Something designed for the exact frequency of her super hearing, designed to use her own powers against her.
“Ahhhhh!” Kara cried out, the sound, the painful decibels too much. For the criminals standing nearby, they couldn’t hear a thing. It was all designed for Kara. For Supergirl.
She found herself falling to one knee, then to both. When she put out her arm to stop herself from collapsing to the floor, the agony of the sound wave was beyond intense. All her strength and she couldn’t begin to cover her ears well enough to stop the painful sound coming from the equipment. The soundwaves were like nothing she had ever experienced.
She fell to the floor, unintentionally curling up in a ball, no way of stopping it. Her eyes were closed tightly so she did not see the men in black opps gear take out phones and film her writhing in agony.
To the handful of security or bank tellers that were witnessing things, hostages at the back at the room, they were dumbstruck. They had no idea what was happening, they couldn’t hear a thing.
And then suddenly, it stopped. Kara’s ears did not stop ringing, but now she could hear her own pained gasps and at least try and get some kind of baring on the situation. But it took a moment, and when she did pull herself to her feet and open her eyes the criminals were gone. The equipment too. The ringing died down.
“Supergirl are you ok?” A security guard asked, he had seen the whole thing and was shocked. “What did they do to you?”
Kara smiled weakly, ears still ringing. “I-I’m fine thank you. Some kind of sound device, I’m not sure. Are you… i-is everyone ok?”
“We’re all ok Supergirl. No one’s hurt, they didn’t even steal anything.” He replied.
They didn’t steal anything. It had been a trap for Supergirl. But to what end?
Kara checked on each hostage and spoke with the police afterwards. “Shouldn’t have just gone blundering in there.” Detective Jim Warren scolded her.
“No of course not.” Kara replied, she blushed a little. Embarrassed and a little confused. Her ears continued to ring as she played everything back. The equipment had been heavy duty, and it hadn’t been the first time someone had used sound against her but it had been the first time she’d felt anything like that. It was like they knew the exact frequency to attack her on.
She waved goodbye to some of the hostages and some of her fans in the street. Detective Warren grunted something towards her as she took to the sky. Nothing stolen, no one hurt - except her pride, a little. Still those lead masks and the black opps gear had been a giveaway - this had been the same people from the kidnapping.
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Kara tossed and turned that night, and not just from the ringing in her ears that was taking a long time to disappear. She had a lot on her mind. New weapons designed with her in mind, traps that attacked her weak points, so much lead, access to kryptonite. She was coming to terms with the fact that her kidnapper might at least have started to suspect that Kara and Supergirl were the same person as well.
She let out a big sigh and got up, walking to her small kitchen in a white vest top and red short shorts. She poured a drink and wondered, what was next?
She got her answer the next day as she walked into the offices of CatCo. “Have you heard Kara, about Supergirl?” Jess the receptionist asked her, before quickly heading off before Kara could answer.
It was Nia that filled her in, intercepting her before she got to her desk. “Kara, I tried to stop him. But Snapper’s got hold of some photos of yo- of Supergirl he’s rushing to publish.”
Kara adjusted her suit jacket and her glasses, steeling herself. “What photos? What do you mean Nia?”
“Yesterday, that stuff at the bank. Someone anonymous sent some photos of Supergirl, I guess whilst she was on the ground. Snappers going to run them.” Nia looked despondent as she explained.
The photos made Kara’s heart drop, she had missed them being taken, whilst she had been rolling around on the floor. But they showed her in a great amount of pain on the ground in the bank. She felt it degrading to see herself like that. She confronted Snapper Carr, her editor about it. “Snapper, you can’t run these, surely, and with the headline ‘Not So Super Anymore’ - this is awful.”
Snapper did not agree. “Kara, this is news. I don’t like it, but this city relies so much on her, we can’t just report the good news stories. When have you ever seen her like that before? Writhing and helpless. It's a story.”
Kara could think of a few occasions she had found herself in situations like that. It made her heart beat faster, an anxiety rising up. “Please, Snapper she’s.. she’s saved your life before.” Kara pleaded a little, she hated the idea of everyone seeing her at her most vulnerable. Helpless on the ground.
“And I thanked her for it, but again Danvers - this is news. And it means clicks and ad sales, something we desperately need, and you know it.” Snapper was very matter of fact. It was an unemotional decision for him.
Of course it was very emotional for Kara, her defeat, her pain and weakness plastered over the very paper and website she worked for.
“I just don’t understand it Nia. Who would set up a trap like that just to.. take some photos? I-I” Kara sat later on in the cafeteria, her coffee going cold.
“Well, I’m not sure. But maybe their purpose was to show you, show Supergirl isn’t as invincible as everyone thinks.” Nia responded. “None of us are really.” she pondered for a second about her own superheroine identity, Dreamer. “Listen, why don’t I help you patrol a little over the next few days? It would be fun. We could spend Friday night guarding the streets and then Saturday getting ready for Lena’s birthday?” Nia smiled, secretly hopeful that Kara would say yes. She respected her so much and any time she could spend with her was always a bonus.
“That sounds nice, let’s do it.” Kara responded instantly with a smile. "Supergirl and Dreamer working together. These creeps don't stand a chance!" Rough as things could be sometimes, at least she had her friends.
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A couple of nights later, Nia Nal in her Dreamer persona waited patiently for Kara on a rooftop. She was a little early and Kara had a habit of being a little late. But still she didn’t mind, it was a beautiful night in National City.
Nia mused to herself that she had been so lucky in National City. She had found her true self and a group of people that loved and supported her for who she was. Kara was becoming more and more of a close friend and confident. She’d felt honoured when Kara had shared her dual identity with her and she knew she would never betray that trust. “Wish she would buy a watch though.” She laughed quietly to herself.
She had been thrown off by the experience over the past few days at CatCo. She understood that she wouldn’t enjoy or agree with everything as a journalist, but the pictures of Kara had gotten under her skin. She looked up to her so much, it was strange to see her powerful friend in such a bad position. She had had a similar feeling during the recent rescue. As she’d pulled the kryptonite necklace off Kara, she had felt so fragile - something she’d never thought of before when it came to Kara. She was like a goddess to Nia.
Then from a few blocks away, Nia heard a woman’s scream and she was snapped out of her thoughts. Instantly she was on her feet. She considered waiting for Kara, but as she adjusted her domino mask and made sure her costume was fully zipped up, she decided that it would be nothing Dreamer wouldn’t be able to handle. It might even impress Kara a little.
She jumped from rooftop to rooftop until she saw it, two men seemingly mugging a woman. She quickly jumped down a fire escape and backhanded the first assailant, sending him flying against a wall. A quick round of energy blasts took down the second assailant. It took less than ten seconds.
She turned with a beaming smile on her face. That had been easy! “Don’t worry ma’am, your safe as long as Dreamer is ar-“
The woman had grabbed her from behind, an ether soaked rag in her hand and had pressed it to Nia’s face. Nia took in a deep breath of the rag before she even realises what was happening. “Mmmph!” Her strength and powers failed her and with the rag pressed against her, her eyes initially widened as she took a deep breath of the ether, before they started to shut as she quickly found her head swimming and sank into unconsciousness.
“She's got the power to see the future right? Probably should have seen that one coming.” The woman laughed, as she dropped Nia into the dirt of the alley, alluding to Dreamer's power set. The two men were back up and the three of them took the downed heroine towards a nearby black van.
They tossed her in the back of it, right as Kara was landing on the original rooftop, only a minute away. “Hello Dreamer? Sorry I’m late, you wouldn’t believe what happened on the way here.” There was no response.
“Dreamer?”
“Nia?”
Part 3: Call for her Dreamer
A few hours later, Kara landed back in her apartment, flying through a strategically left open window at super speed, so no one would see her enter. She went to check her phone, hoping to have heard back from Nia. She knew she could look after herself, but it wasn’t like her to no show something they’d arranged. Kara would have come back sooner, but found herself sidetracked dealing with a visit from Gotham’s own Mad Hatter. How did that city deal with those guys? A wrong move and she would have ended up under his weird creepy mind control, having tea with some criminals and crumpets all night.
She shook off that thought, call it luck or experience, she had been able to take him down pretty quickly and with minimal people ending up wearing mind controlling top hats. Now it was time to sleep and then get ready for Lena’s party tomorrow.
She checked her phone, nothing from Nia. But she had a message and some missed calls from Alex. “Kara - call me now. EMERGENCY!” It was rare to see her sister talk this way. She turned on the kettle and grabbed a snack from the fridge as she called Alex.
“Kara, you need to come to the DEO right now.” Alex picked up, and was instantly, breathlessly talking. She sounded panicked.
“What’s happening Alex? Are you ok?” Kara responded, her serious tone undercut by the sandwich she’d taken a bite of.
“It’s Nia. Hurray, I’ll explain when you get here. Please be quick Kara.” At the mention of Nia, Kara’s stomach dropped. She was back out the open window before the kettle had boiled.
Kara kicked herself the entire way over, she had known something was off but had allowed herself to get sidetracked and now her friend was… well she wasn’t sure. She pushed herself to fly faster.
“Supergirl, this way - Agent Danvers is waiting for you.” A member of the DEO met her at the entrance and walked her back to the briefing room she knew so well. Winn and Alex had their backs to her as she entered, crouched over a laptop. “Alex, Winn, what’s happening?” Kara instantly registered their panic. The DEO agent left, closing the door behind them. “Is Nia ok?” “Kara, thank God you’re here.” Alex’s usual professional demeanour was cracked and Kara could tell her sister was panicking. “We received an email an hour ago. ‘For Supergirl’s eyes only.’ Not the first time we’ve received something like that. Winn opened it and there was a link to a live feed.”
Kara ignored her annoyance at them opening a message meant for her. “And where did the link take you?” “See for yourself.” Winn turned his head, he looked panicked too. Tears in his eyes.
Kara looked at the screen. It was a room similar to the one she had been kept in during her kidnapping. Dark walls, stark white floor, bright lighting. Kara’s hand came to her mouth, shocked. Nia, still in her Dreamer persona was in the centre of the shot. Her hands were tied above her head and she was attached to an X shaped frame. Her legs were spread and she had a ball gag in her mouth. Her mask remained and the only other thing to note was a thin collar around her neck.
“We think that’s a power dampener.” Alex pointed it out, explaining how she hadn’t escaped. Nia eyes were open, panicked.
“Can’t you… don’t you know where she is? Can’t we track this?” Kara asked.
“Not so far. It’s sophisticated stuff. They could be anywhere in the city. Hell, anywhere in the world.” Winn replied. “Tell her the rest.” He looked at Alex.
“There’s a chat box, they could tell when we logged in, when we clicked the link, that you weren’t doing it. I don’t know how, Winn doesn’t know how. They’ve asked for us to let them know when you’re here.” Alex pointed at a small chat box on the screen.
“Well, I’m here. So…” Kara looked at them both. They all knew that by saying she was here, whatever was coming next would start. But what choice did they have? Kara typed into the chat, letting them know.
On the screen the lights went out, plunging the room into darkness. For a moment they couldn’t see anything, just hear Nia’s struggles and confusion.
Then she was back. The lights came on and the same Captor from Kara’s kidnapping had walked on screen, standing next to Nia. The same mask, the same tight black tactical gear. On the screen they were much taller than Nia. They started to talk, a slight voice modulation in their voice. “Supergirl, as you ignored my first invitation, I gave this next one some more thought. Of course you might not care about some pathetic journalist, but another one of your superheroic friends? Well that’s going to be hard to ignore isn’t it?” Kara, Alex and Winn all watched, pensively. Worried about where the Captor was going with this.
“Of course this time, you will have to wait for the invitation. I’d like to get to know your friend, the Dreamer, a little better first.” The Captor turned and stepped closer to Nia. She flicked a finger at the collar around her neck. “Power dampener. Can’t be too careful.” She ran the finger up Nia’s neck and to her hair, wrapping it around her hand before pulling it hard.
“Leave her alone!” Kara responded naturally shouting at the screen. There was nothing she could do and she knew it.
“I’m always curious, who are the heroes under these masks?” She let go of Nia’s hair and started to slowly peel her domino mask off her face. “What sort of twisted pervert dresses up in a halloween costume and a cheap dollar store mask and thinks they’re going to have the same impact as a Supergirl? Whose fault is that for making them believe, their own? Or the powerful hero that tells them to follow their dreams only to end up in a position like this?”
The Captor let go of the mask, it half hung off Nia’s face. The Captor's hand instead moved and loosened the ball gag, allowing it to come out of Nia’s mouth. Nia found her head falling forward, drool and spit dripping down her chin to the floor. “Pl-please let me go.” She gasped.
“Oh no that’s much too easy.” The Captor replied, grabbing her hair again and pulling it back harder a second time.
Nia cried out in pain. “Ahh! N-no!”
Kara gasped, Alex watched intently and Winn put his head in his hands. The Captor's spare hand now grabbed the domino mask and unceremoniously pulled it off, revealing Nia’s pretty features underneath. “Well, I have no idea who this is. Care to tell us who you are pretty lady?” “No-no I won’t!” Nia responded, showing some resilience.
“No matter, I have some people looking into it. You won’t believe how good facial recognition software has gotten these days.” They paused. “But we can worry about that in a little while.”
The Captor turned back to the camera. “I hope you’re watching Supergirl. What’s about to happen next is all your fault.”
Turning back to Nia, they found the zip at the front of her costume and slowly started to unzip it. “No wait, what are you doing. Stop!” Nia demanded, to no avail.
The zip came down past Nia’s chest, revealing first her cleavage and then, with the help of the Captor's hand, flashing her tits on the camera. The Captor peeled back her unzipped costume, revealing that Dreamer was not wearing a bra that night before grabbing a handful of both of her small, pale breasts. The Captor squeezed them hard, the camera catching Nia's shocked, violated reaction.
“I am going to destroy this… this…” Kara couldn’t find the words to adequately sum up her anger.
And the Captor kept unzipping, now revealing Nia’s abs. “My, my, you don’t miss many sessions at the gym, do you?” And then, the zip reached its end at Nia’s crotch.
The Captor leant in closely, her mask touching Nia’s head. She whispered in Nia’s ear. At the same time, her gloved hand ran down Nia’s abs, towards her crotch. “Call for her, Dreamer. Call for your hero.”
Nia sobbed shaking her head at first, but then quietly, at first, said it. “Supergirl. Please help me Supergirl.” The Captor's hand felt its way down Nia’s costume, into her pants and then… pulled away. But just for a moment. “Oh my. What a surprise we have here. I’d never have guessed.”
Nia moaned and panicked. “Please Supergirl.”
The Captor’s hand dived back into Nia’s pants, and pulled out a surprise. Nia’s cock.
Kara and Alex gasped back at the DEO.
“Oh well, Nia Nal, you are full of surprises.” The Captor laughed, delicately stroking Nia’s cock in her hand. “Oh that’s right by the way. My team have worked out who you are. Nia Nal. Reporter at CatCo. To think how close we were with Kara Danvers, we should have been looking at you.”
Nia looked away in shame, with her hands tied, she couldn’t cover her face or stop the tears rolling down her cheeks.
“Tell me, are there any other superheroes in that office, Nia? Is Cat Grant moonlighting in Gotham at the weekends.” The Captor’s tone was mocking. But through the horrible situation, Kara noted the mention of her mentor Cat Grant, she hadn’t worked at CatCo in years. “Tell me, does your friend Supergirl work there? Is that why all the coverage has always been so positive?”
The Captor’s hand was now lightly stroking Nia’s cock. Nia shook her head in response to the question. The Captor slid another hand inside Nia’s unzipped costume and squeezed a handful of one of her tits. Teasing her nipple with a gloved hand. Nia let out a small moan. It was clear on camera that her cock was getting hard in the Captor’s hand.
"Of course, did you see the story the other day? Not so super anymore! They really twisted the knife there didn't they? What did you think of seeing your friend Supergirl laying there on the floor, helpess? I loved it. Just a little demonstration of what we're capable of." The Captor questioned and mocked, still stroking Nia's now stiff cock.
Nia merely shook her head, trying not to respond, trying not to moan again.
“Well, if you’re not willing to share anymore secrets or even have a conversation with me, this goes back on.” The hand exited her costume and forced the gag back into Nia’s mouth.
The Captor stroked Nia’s cock, running up and down the now erected shaft. Jerking off the defeated heroine. “She’s very brave Supergirl, not sharing your secret. But I have to tell you, we have all sorts of information on you. There’s not many secrets that you do have left.”
The gloved hand continued faster and faster, jerking off Nia, whose body visibly tensed. Her cock throbbed in the Captor's hand and Nia tried desperately to control herself but could not. The Captor turned to face the camera as Nia started moan and then cry out into her ball gag as her cock spurt warm cum all over the floor, ropes of it flying towards the camera. Behind her ball gag, Nia cried out loudly, unable to control herself.
The Captor stopped and Nia’s cock let out a couple more shots, before dripping on the floor. Then they wiped their hand on Nia’s costume and gave her a slap on the ass. Looking back at the camera, the Captor said one thing. “MNP Tower. Look for the lead.” And then the feed cut out. Alex and Kara stood shocked for a moment processing things. Winn hadn’t looked up. Then suddenly Kara snapped out of it. “MNP Tower, I’m on it.” And quick as the Flash she was away. Alex was instantly calling for backup and following her sister. Winn closed the laptop.
Alex arrived with the DEO fifteen minutes after Kara. She had tried to contact her, worried about what she was walking into, but she didn’t need to worry. Everyone was already gone.
Alex found Kara cradling Nia, the path of destruction told its own story. The room had been below the West National City Bank that took up the building. Kara had crashed through the roof, heat visioned the binds Nia was held with and thrown the X frame across the room in frustration. The Captor was gone. She hadn’t left any surprises, any equipment or any clues. Kara had zipped Nia’s costume back up and crushed the power dampener. All things considered, Nia was looking ok, physically at least.
“I’m sorry Kara.” Nia said quietly. “But I didn’t tell her…” Kara told her it was ok, that there was nothing to be sorry about. The guilt that Nia had been targeted to get to her was already eating her up.
There were clues in what the Captor had said and there were warnings - what did she mean by “We have the book on you?” But right now Kara didn’t care she wanted to find who had done this.
Kara took a deep breath and turned to look at Alex who was slowly walking their way, uncharacteristically she was still so angry. “I don’t know who did this, but when I find out they are going to PAY!”
Part 4: Lena's Dirty Thirty Birthday Party
“Kara, you really should go tonight.” Alex leant against the wall of the DEO briefing room, she was tired and hadn’t slept. It was the morning after.
“Alex, come on… after what happened? I’m not in the mood.” Kara was sat looking at notes she’d made hours before. Tired and frustrated with herself.
“You can’t bail on Lena. What are you going to tell her? Just… go let your hair down and get your mind off this.” Alex let out a sigh. All she was thinking about was her bed.
Kara thought about it. Lena had not been clued into her secret identity and didn’t know Kara Danvers and Supergirl were one and the same. Kara had been telling herself she had been waiting for the right moment to tell her, she had been waiting for the right moment to tell her a lot of things - but this was not it. “Ok, ok… but please just keep an eye on Nia for me.” Kara stood up and started to walk out the room. “I need to go home and nap.” “Feeling tired?” Alex asked, a little curious.
“Yes and no. On the one hand I could probably move a mountain if I wanted to. On the other I feel like I could sleep for a week. Don’t ask me how Kryptonian biology works.” She shrugged with a smile. “Oh, one last thing - have you heard from J’onn? Not like him to ignore an emergency call.”
“He’s off planet as far as I know.” Alex replied.
“You don’t think…” Kara started to ponder.
“That he had something to do with this? You need a rest more than you thought. If anything, I’d be worried they target him next.” Kara was stung a little that Alex would think she was accusing J’onn of being involved. She trusted her friends and her family implicitly. But she didn’t push it. She was out, back to her apartment and napping within half an hour.
Lena Luthor was not known for being shy and unassuming, her 30th birthday was to be no exception. The top floor of L-Corp tower was abuzz with music and laughter. There was to be fireworks on the rooftop later on. Kara stepped out of the elevator, glancing at herself in the mirror first - she felt good in her stylish, figure hugging blue dress, enough to take her mind off Nia and the rest of what had been going on for a few hours - she walked through the party, taking in all of the guests. Some pretty big players in the business community. Maxwell Lord. Andrea Rojas. Even Morgan Edge.
She spotted Lena, leaning at the bar, a provocative black dress well suited to her assets. Her hair pulled tight in a ponytail. Lena spotted Kara and her face lit up. “Danvers! Get over her!”
Kara walked up smiling and met Lena’s hug with one of her own.
“Cocktail? I know you don’t usually partake, but come on - how many times does your best friend turn thirty?” Lena was placing a pink cocktail in Kara’s hand before she could respond. Kara usually didn’t drink because it didn’t affect her and she hated having to act drunk.
She took a sip and handed Lena her gift. “Happy Birthday Lena. Sorry I’m a little late.”
“Oh you’re always late, I’m prepared for it.” Lena smiled, biting her tongue as she took the gift. “Let me guess, jewellery you couldn’t really afford?”
Kara blushed a little, she had gone above and beyond getting Lena something from the heart. “How did you guess?” “Just call me Supergirl, with my very own x-ray vision.” Lena laughed. “But seriously Danvers. Kara. Thank you.”
The two then stood awkwardly for a moment, a charged moment between them as they looked at each other. For a moment it felt to them both like they were the only ones in the room. “You’re welcome.” Kara replied. “So… what’s with the guest list? Did I just see Morgan Edge?”
“When you’re this high up in society, you have to invite all the powerful people. Even the ones you think are scumbags. Did I mention that I tried to have my assistant Jessica invite Supergirl? Wouldn’t that be fun, everyone would have to be on their best behaviour all night with her watching over us.” Lena laughed to herself at that one. Kara crinkled her nose.
They bantered and chatted back and forth for the next hour and Kara found herself relaxing. Her worried thoughts about what had been happening in her life as Supergirl were pushed away more and more every time she saw Lena laugh.
As time marched on, Kara mused to herself. Maybe it was the cocktails (unlikely), but was this the right time to tell Lena her secrets? They had known each other for five years, Kara had kept her dual identity a secret to, in her mind, protect Lena. But over the past few months she had begun doubting this. Plus there was the added factor of her.. feelings towards Lena. Ones she knew she couldn’t act on without first sharing her deepest secret.
“Lena.. can we talk about something? I have something to tell you.” Kara asked, finally finding the courage in herself.
“Of course Danvers, but just a moment your timings really bad - I’ve got to do my big speech!” Lena pointed to the small stage erected in her honour. She took Kara’s hand as she started to walk towards it. “I’ll come find you afterwards!”
Kara watched as Lena was swarmed by people as she walked to the stage. This must be how others felt when she was swamped by people when out and about as Supergirl, she mused. She ducked out of a side door onto a balcony and looked out onto the city. She wasn’t missing a moment though, listening to Lena greet everyone, toast to her “Dirty thirty!” and even allude to “the incident” that had seen her brother Lex exiled, with her super hearing.
Lena was just finishing up her speech when there was a crash. Kara turned and hid out of sight quickly, using her super vision to watch as individuals wearing the same damn black opps gear she’d been dealing with for weeks now stormed the room. All of them in the same lead lined masks. “What, did they get it on wholesale?” She cursed.
Thinking quickly, Kara turned, ran at the balcony and dived over it. Disappearing from sight, right as a black opps operative kicked down the door and came outside.
Inside, the same female Captor that had spoken to the kidnapped Kara and Nia entered. Lena voice shook a little as she surveyed the black opps operatives, all either carrying guns or what looked like futuristic shock sticks. “Who are you, what do you want?” With the same sound modulated voice as Alex, Winn and Kara had watched the day before, the Captor replied. “First part you don’t need to know, second part - well, it’s you Miss Luthor. We want to borrow your scientific acumen for the night.” “Couldn’t you have picked another night?” Lena replied, sounded a mixture of scared, defiant and pissed off all at once.
“I wasn’t asking.” The Captor walked up to Lena. All other guests held back by the black operatives and their weapons. Lena surprised her with a punch to the gut, that even through the armoured tactical gear, caused the Captor to stumble back a step. “Oh, tough girl. I like that.” “Then you’ll love me.” Kara appeared behind the Captor in her Supergirl costume, eyes already burning red. She shop a blast a heat vision right into the chest of the mysterious Captor as she turned around. It sent her flying backwards into the makeshift stage, knocking down the ‘Happy Birthday Lena’ sign.
“Supergirl!” Lena exclaimed.
“The one and on-AHH!” Kara started to say, but was caught off guard as one of the black operatives forced a shock stick against her back. The stick glowed green, betraying the energy powering it. Kryptonite. At least a synthetic kind of kryptonite.
Kara had fallen forward onto on knee, but was still very much in control. She raised her arm and blocked the next attempted blast and sent her assailant flying with her super breath.
The crowd was kept in line by the black operatives, no one was looking to get out of line with a gun or the frightening shock stick that had made Supergirl cry out shoved in their face. Still Lena played cheerleader on the sidelines. “Look out Supergirl!”
Kara was able to dodge a blow from another shock stick, this one glowing a different colour - an ominous bright yellow light. She took down that operative but cried out again when she felt another stick poke her in the side. The yellow light hurt, but felt different from the green. It felt like it was draining her powers, making her slower.
She spun around and managed to backhand that assailant away, but it was like a fog was starting to descend in her head.
The Captor was back up and stalked back into the fray as Kara dealt with another two black operatives. Lena continued to shout and encourage, the Captor knocked her down with a backhand as she walked past. “Please shut up, Miss Luthor.” She said coldly.
The Captor stood a couple of metres behind Kara. “So, at last we meet, again.”
“Again?” Kara replied, confused. Still with no idea as to who this woman was. She didn’t wait around to banter or ask more questions though and quickly approached the Captor. Every punch Kara threw, the woman dodged and ducked. It was like she knew what Kara was going to do before she did it. Like she had studied her attack patterns.
She ducked a clumsy right hook from Kara and then surprised the Girl of Steel. From her wrist a small burst of green kryptonite dust exploded out of a small compartment in her outfit, right into Kara’s face.
“What-“ Kara managed in shock as the dust covered her face. She breathed some in and it got in her eyes. She stumbled backwards trying to brush it away, to get her bearings.
The Captor stalked her, driving her fist into Kara’s stomach as she coughed and wheezed. “Ahh!” Kara cried. Worse was to come as she felt two different shock sticks, one green and one yellow strike her sides. “AHHHH!” Kara cried out in pain. She dropped to one knee. Then both. Then all fours.
The Captor kicked her hard in the gut causing her to fall flat on her face. “Not so Super anymore is she.” The Captor spoke to the crowd, which was a mix of shock, fear and even a handful filming the events.
“Not so Super anymore at all, are you?” The Captor crouched down and whispered in Kara’s ear. The grabbed her cape and slowly wrapped it around her neck, choking her. Kara’s face had a green tint due to the dust, but was soon turning red as she struggled to breathe. Her hands on the cape, too weak now to break the choke. The Captor again addressed the crowd. “National City’s best and brightest, is no one going to help your fallen heroine?”
Lena certainly tried, but she was easily grabbed by the Captor, who let Kara’s cape go and swung Lena around. A hand around Miss Luthor’s throat she forced her again the wall. Her spare hand grabbed and groped her big tits through her tight black dress. The hand slid down her body to her crotch. Lena’s eyes betrayed her fear as the Captor slid it inside of her dress. “No! Leave… leave her alone!” Kara cried out in between strained breathes, from the ground.
The Captor noted how passionately Supergirl wanted Lena left alone. Some of their suspicions were starting to crystallise into facts. “Ok. Back to you then.” The Captor tossed Lena to the floor casually and nodded at two black operatives who stood over the downed heroine and proceeded to shock her with their sticks. The sticks striking her chest, her back and her butt.
They had Supergirl at their mercy.
The Captor threw a kick at Kara, which caused her to cry out again. “How does it feel to be so weak, Supergirl? Just so you know, one of the sticks is designed with kryptonite energy, the other drains your solar power. Oh yeah, we know all about that.”
The Captor pulled Kara into a seated position, then sat behind her, holding her up roughly by her golden hair, slapping her pathetic attempts at raising her arms away.
“You know, right now, I could anything I want to you. In front of all these people.” She taunted. “Or to Miss Luthor over there…” “N-no please…” Kara found herself saying.
The Captor slid a green knife from her boot. “More kryptonite I’m afraid Supergirl, don’t worry though. I’ve no plans on using it on you. Yet at least.” Kara’s eyes surveyed the knife, fear in them.
“But your costume…” The Captor trailed off. She grabbed the collar of Kara’s costume and started to slice down.
“I have ALWAYS hated that stupid S. Symbol of hope. What a joke.” She sliced through the costume, slowly through the S symbol. Desecrating it. All the way down until it flapped open, revealing Kara’s pale skin to the room. The Captor’s hand snaked inside and she aggressively grabbed one of Kara’s tits through her black sports bra.
“N-no…stop… you can’t..” Kara gasped as she was groped in front of the good and the great of National City. Powerless to stop it. No one coming in to help her.
The kryptonite knife was pressed against her chest, not cutting her - but the sensation burned nonetheless. The Captor flicked in and cut her sports bra open. Then callously, she pulled one of Kara’s tits free and out of the costume, before standing up and letting her drop onto her back. Everyone in the room had the view of a defeated Supergirl. Her costume sliced open, one tit on display.
One of her men was taking pictures. She pressed her boot into Kara’s chest and laughed. “Pathetic.” Then the Captor signalled her men and they headed for the exit, grabbing some birthday cake on the way out. “This was a fun distraction, but this isn’t over Miss Luthor. I’ll be seeing you, and her-“ She pointed at Supergirl. “-again.” As they left, Lena crawled over and covered Kara with her own body to hide her. “For fucks sake, someone give me their coat!” She shouted at the rest of the party, snapping them out of their bewitched, fear driven paralysis. She covered Kara with it and some others helped move her to another room.
Safe to say, the party was ruined.
Part 5: The dirty DEO dossier
Kara woke up with a sore head and felt the instant sting of regret, as the events from the night before started to flash up through the fog of her mind. She looked around, at least she was in her own bed. She pulled the covers up, she was in a several sizes too big L-Corp t-shirt and under that was her damaged costume.
She thought back to the night before, the agony and humiliation of the very public defeat she had experienced. Her heart sank as she remembered how her costume - her proud uniform - had been cruelly destroyed. This… Captor character… had been steps ahead of her, had defeated her with relative ease and humiliated her with great relish.
Kara glanced at the clock on the side of her bed and groaned, it was 10.30. At least she had the day off. She forced herself up and out of bed. She thought back to the haze of being looked after by Lena after the events. She remembered the kryptonite dust being wiped from her. Oh God, how much of that had she inhaled? She remembered being covered up and she remembered finding enough strength to shakily fly home, before collapsing into her bed.
She stripped off the L-Corp t-shirt and looked at herself in the mirror. Her costume had been damaged beyond repair, the ’S’ shield cut in two. “Damn.” She had some other costumes but it was still disheartening to see this.
Kara pulled it off, throwing it in a closet so she didn’t have to deal with it and for a moment hovered around her room in just a pair of blue pants as she looked for something to wear. She opted for blue yoga pants and a pink hoodie.
“Ouch, my head…” She muttered as hovering became too much of a challenge and she walked through to the kitchen. “Coffee… where’s the coffee.”
She glanced at her phone, plugged into the wall. There were a lot of texts. Lots from Lena. She saw one on her screen and decided she wasn’t ready to face it yet. “Kara, wtf? Where did you go? Are you ok?”
Great, she was going to need to explain this one away. “Oh sorry Lena. I ran away the moment I saw all the guns and left you to fend for yourself.” She muttered to herself. She was sick of having to tell Lena all these lies. She decided then, she was going to tell Lena the truth - the truths. She was Supergirl and yes, she had feelings for her. “After coffee.” She whispered.
That’s when she noticed the package. A bulk brown envelope that had been put through her letterbox.
She picked it up. No address. Just “To Kara Danvers” written on it. Clearly it had been hand delivered. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the ’s’ at the end of her name had been written in the same style as her ’S’ shield.
She hastily ripped it open and her blood ran cold.
It was a thick dossier, around 100 pages long, on her. About Supergirl.
She flipped through it at super speed, reading it as quickly as she could, a skill she hadn’t used often recently. Many of the pages had been blanked out. But many had not.
Her powers and abilities. Weaknesses. Her fighting history. Theories about her. Limits. It was all here, like she’d been studied for a science experiment. It was like a handbook on how to defeat her.
As she now slowly flicked through it, some black and white printed pages fell out of the dossier. One was a shot, taken with a long camera lens of Kara flying home last night, several other pictures showed her entering the window to her apartment. Another picture was a shot from an old CatCo magazine of Supergirl. A pair of glasses had been crudely drawn over her face. The implication was clear, whoever had delivered this knew who she was.
But that wasn’t the real kicker. As Kara slowly looked again, on the final pages there was a small piece of text. “Property of the DEO. Agent Danvers.” Kara dropped the dossier.
“Alex? N-no..” She stuttered. Had Alex been behind all of this?
Sadness in her heart was slowly crystallising into rage. “Alex! ALEX!” Kara thought about what had been happening and the possibility that her sister had been involved. She was losing her temper.
An hour later and Kara was in the corridor of the DEO, she scowled at members of the team to move out of her way and her temper had not calmed down. “ALEX! Where are you!? ALEX!!”
“Kara? Wha-“ Alex appeared from the mess hall.
“A dossier!? On me!? Did you share this!?” Kara threw the dossier at her sister, who ducked.
“No, Kara, wait - it’s not what you think!” Alex tried to explain but Kara walked up and grabbed her by the shirt collar, lifting her up and putting her against the wall. Her eyes glowed red.
“Explain it to me then. Quickly.” Kara had never been so angry in her life.
“It was stolen, listen we don’t know who did it. I was trying to protect you - aggh.” Kara had tightened her hold on Alex.
“Protect me? Whilst documenting everything about me.” Kara said accusingly.
“It was going to happen whether I did it or not. We can’t risk, if you go rogue - and don’t say it can’t happen - red kryptonite could send you rogue. A mind controlling villain or God knows what else. We needed to be prepared.” Alex certainly didn’t sound like she regretted it.
“You bitch!” Kara cried out, dropping Alex on her ass. Alex couldn’t remember the last time she’d heard her sister even come close to swearing.
“What’s going on.” Winn had come out of a briefing room.
“Did you know? Winn, did you know about the dossier on me?” Kara spat at him. His silence gave her the answer. “Damn you. Damn you both.” Kara said, eyes filling with tears and lip quivering. “Don’t… don’t call me. I resign from this stupid organisation.” She said, wiping a tear from her eye and walking back towards the exit.
Kara flew home, still so angry and betrayed, but now with a sadness creeping in. She collapsed on the couch, picking up her phone. She was halfway to blocking all calls from the DEO when it started to ring. It was Snapper Carr. “Danvers, why haven’t you been answering my messages?” Snapper was straight on the offence.
“It’s my day off, I’m… I’m feeling rough from Lena’s party last night.” Kara instantly regretted answering the phone.
“Did you see it? Supergirl’s defeat? I want 500 words ASAP on it. An eye witness account of what happened. Tell me you got some photos. No one got a damned photo of the thing.” Snapper continued. “This is a goldmine waiting to happen Kara. Stop wasting time and get me some copy.”
Kara closed her eyes and put her hand to her brow, stressed. “Snapper, I’ve told you, I don’t want to write stories like this. It was horrible, I don’t want to-“ “Danvers, I don’t care what you want. You were there. 500 words or I’ll get someone else to write it and I’m demoting you to proofreading and research. I don’t like it anymore than you do, but Supergirl’s fall from grace sells papers and generates clicks. Now are you going to do what you’re told and what you’re paid for, or not.” Snapper overpowered the conversation.
“I’m not.” Kara responded, coldly.
“Great. You’re demoted. Be in nine to five next week or you’re done. No more disappearing for half the day anymore, understand? Whatever the real reporters want you do, you do it. Understand?” Snapper slammed down the phone, not waiting for a response.
“Great.” Kara didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Then there was a knock at the door. Kara jumped up cautiously. For the first time it clicked that the Captor might show up at any time. A quick blast of super vision showed her it was Lena at the door.
“Kara! Open up. I’m really worried!” Lena could be heard on the other side of the door.
Kara opened it. She changed at super speed back into the yoga pants and hoodie she’d found earlier.
“Oh thank God! Where did you go last night? I was so scared, you weren’t answering your phone!” Lena was genuinely full of fear and relief for her friend.
“Uh… fire exit. I saw them come in during your speech and I knew I had to get out of there.” Kara replied, not fully convincing.
Nor did Lena seem totally convinced. “Fire exit, uh huh. Why didn’t you come back or message me? I was so worried, the criminals.. they.. they destroyed Supergirl. I’ve never seen anything like it. She was just destroyed and humiliated by them. She looked like she wanted to cry. I.. felt so sorry for her. In front of all those people. Afterwards Maxwell and Edge were laughing about it. Laughing! Can you imagine.”
Kara could imagine. She blushed a little at the thought. Her trauma and these two sleazeballs were enjoying it. “I guess, I can’t imagine. I’m sorry, I left and I was scared and then this morning I didn’t want to face it.” “Well… I wish you had been there. For me I mean. It sort of hurts that you weren’t.” Lena replied.
“Lena, I’m… I’m so sorry I-“ Kara started to reply.
Lena interrupted. “I should go. There’s a lot to follow up with about it. You look after yourself Kara.” Lena got up, the implied next part of the comment was :“that’s what you’re good at.”
After Lena left, Kara glanced at the clock. Only 12.30pm and she’d managed to fall out with her sister, her boss and her best friend/the woman she wanted to share a whole bunch of feelings with. Not to mention how on the back foot the newest villain in National City had left her.
Still, she had other friends. One particularly she thought she should check in one. “Hey Nia, want some company?” She messaged.
Kara decided to walk across town to Nia’s place, partly because she was starting to feel tired after the events the night before and she thought soaking in some sunlight would be a good idea. Partly because she just wanted to clear her head. Despite everything so far, it hadn’t occurred to her that anyone might be following her or keeping tabs.
As she approached Nia’s building, she didn’t notice the men in the street tailing her. She certainly didn’t notice when a man walked a couple of meters behind her holding a pink rock in his gloved hand, mostly keeping it out of sight.
Kara knew all about green, red and gold kryptonite, but had never run into the pink variation. It was incredibly rare. And it had a unique impact on Kryptonians - to be blunt - direct exposure made them incredibly horny, at least that’s what the theory was.
As she walked up to the building, the influence of the pink kryptonite was instant. It wasn’t hung around her around her neck but it was close enough to start to make Kara’s mind wander. She started thinking about Lena. Her big beautiful breasts… her soft lips… Kara just wanted to… just wanted to…
She stopped and cleared her head, or tried to. Where had that come from? "What was that?" She muttered. Kara was many things, but the type to fantasise and be distracted like that, she was not.
She looked up out of her daze and found that she was at Nia’s door. She tried to put her mind back on the important things as she was buzzed up and she walked up the stairs.
Nia opened her door, she was dressed in a robe tightly tied. “Kara, thank you for coming.” The pair of them hugged as Kara walked in. Kara held on a little bit longer than expected, making it a little awkward. She breathed in Nia's scent, lingering long enough that they both noticed, but didn't say anything.
Nia stepped back, so did Kara. Kara looked and felt flustered. She could feel that her brow was damp. Amongst other things. What was wrong with her? “Hey N-Nia.” She tried to get a hold of herself as she stuttered her friend’s name. “How are you?” Nia smiled. “A lot better now you’re here. I wanted to thank you for helping me. I-I’m so sorry I…” Nia struggled to find the words she was feeling.
“You’ve nothing to be sorry about Nia. You did so well, not telling them anything.” That’s what Kara said, but she found herself looking Nia up and down. Found herself thinking about Nia on that screen, at the Captor’s mercy. At the time Kara had been appalled. But now… Nia tied up, and that big, delicious thing between her legs... now she thought it all been sort of... hot.
The pink kryptonite’s influence was taking over. She had barely been exposed to it, but unlike the green variety she had no experience with it. Had not built up any kind of callous to it. It only took a little exposure to completely swamp her.
“Thank you Kara. And don’t worry, it’ll take more than that to keep Dreamer down.” Nia flashed a winning smile at Kara. So wholesome, Kara wondered how she had ignored Nia for so long.
Kara smiled back and stepped closer towards Nia, and then closer still. Suddenly she was stood looming over her friend. She leant in and whispered in her ear. “No, thank you Nia.” Then a hand crept inside Nia’s robe, straight to the crotch of the sweatpants she was wearing. “K-Kara!” Nia exclaimed as she felt Kara’s hand in-between her legs.
“Shh, it’s ok.” Kara whispered. “I need to thank you for keeping my secret.” All she could think about was Nia’s cock, her thick fat cock. Kara kissed Nia’s neck, leaving a wet trail of saliva on it and started to rub her crotch.
For a moment Nia wanted to push Kara away, but.. it felt so good. She had been having a horrible time and wasn't this what she had secretly wanted? She let out a moan and slowly untied her robe, letting it fall open. She felt herself getting hard as Kara rubbed and stroked her. “Mmmph…K-Kara..” She gasped as Kara’s hand now dove inside the sweatpants and started to jerk her off.
Kara pulled then pulled the sweatpants down around Nia’s ankles. Nia was stood stiff as a statue as Kara now got on her knees in front of her, looked up with a wild look in her eyes, taking her glasses off and kissed the head of her cock, still stroking it. Kara looked up. “I don’t just do this for anyone.” She said, before slowly deep throating every inch of Nia’s cock down her throat. It hit the back of her throat and Kara gagged. She had never done it like this before, not even with Mon-El, but she just couldn't resist Nia.
Nia stood there moaning, her hand now in Kara’s hair. Robe open, with just a crop top on underneath and sweatpants down to her ankles. Kara was deep throating and sucking Nia’s cock, fast and deeply. “Oh… oh yes.. Kara…fu-fuck…” Nia moaned.
GLUG GLUG GLUG filled the room as Kara gave the sloppiest and dirtiest blowjob of her life. The pink kryptonite influence running through her had made her passionate and wild. It had made her feel slutty in a way she'd never experienced before. Was it all the pink kryptonite or was it just bringing the real Kara to the surface? That was a question for another time. Nia stumbled backwards, against the back of a chair, holding herself up as her cock throbbed in Kara's mouth.
Soon Kara stopped and stood up, still stroking Nia’s cock in her hand. “God, you’re so hard for me, aren’t you Nia?” Nia nodded yes and pleaded with Kara not to stop as Kara planted a kiss on her, her tongue exploring the pretty brunette’s mouth. “Shh.. Sit down.” She whispered in her ear.
Nia did what she was told, the perfect submissive. Kara pulled off the slacks and boots she'd thrown on to head out in and was now standing naked from the waist down. Her white shirt still on, still buttoned up. Her hair tight in a bun. Her pretty pussy on show. Nia's eyes were now filled with the same wildness that Kara's had been filled with.
She climbed on top of Nia, positioning her hard cock and sliding down onto it. Kara started to ride her cowgirl, moaning and gasping. Her stiff nipples visible through her sweat soaked white shirt. Kara's face was covered in sweat and turning red as she bit down on her lip. Nia was surprised by how soaking wet Kara was, sliding up and down on the thick, throbbing pole between Nia’s legs.
“Oh.. oh fuck.. fill me up Nia!” Kara cried out, bouncing up and down on her fat cock. "I-I want your cum!" She cried out, words she had definitely never said before in her life. She hadn't bothered with protection, it crossed Nia's own mind that she had never fucked without a condom before as Kara bounced up and down, demanding her cum.
If Nia had been thinking straight she might have thought about how out of character that line and everything else Kara was doing was. But in truth, she was just horny as fuck for her friend. No pink kryptonite needed for her. How many people can say they've fucked Supergirl, after all?
It was a short and intense session. Nia, her cock already so sensitive from Kara's blowjob, could feel herself throb and a climax coming. “K-Kara I’m close.. so close…” Nia whispered.
“Mmm yes, fuck… I can feel you throbbing. Cum for me!” Kara told her. Demanded from her.
They both came at the same time. The Girl of Steel losing control of her powers for a moment, scorching the rented apartment’s walls with heat vision. Nia holding tight and exploding inside Kara, filling her tight Kryptonian pussy up with cum. The room was filled with passionate cries as both of them came so fucking hard.
“Fuck… fuck… where did that come from?” Nia asked in-between pants, her heart still racing, as Kara climbed off her. Nia was surprised but instantly wanted more.
Kara on the other hand was already coming back to her senses as cum dripped down her thighs. She realised how sweaty and out of breath she was. Looked at the scorch marks on the walls. “I-I don’t know… I just..” The pink kryptonite wore off and Kara looked around, clarity sweeping in as she began to realise what she had done. She grabbed her slacks and looked to find something to clean herself up with. “Nia, I don’t know what came over me…” “Well… I hope whatever it was. It doesn’t wear off.” Nia had no idea what had happened. And she didn’t care, if anything she wanted another round with Kara. “I’ve always… y’know… liked you like this. I just can’t believe you liked me too…”
Kara pulled back on her slacks, trying to find words to explain what she herself didn’t understand. She loved Nia, as a friend. This was not something she’d ever thought about and yet now she had to face the consequences of what she had just done… "I-I've got to go." She said, leaving a still sparked up and now very confused Nia alone in her apartment.
As Kara got dressed and exited the situation, across town Lena’s office sat empty. She had been taken, similar to how Kara and Nia had been. The only hint of it, a knocked over coffee on her desk. "Miss Luthor, your three o'clock is here. Miss Luthor?" Her assistant asked, walking into the empty room.
The Captor was initiating the next stage of their plan. One that would see the reveal of their identity and an event that would change the Lena and Kara dynamic forever.
**Part 6: Even Supergirls have their limits ** Kara opened the door to her apartment, rushed in and slammed it behind her. Leaning against the door, she slid down to the ground and was soon sitting, her head in hands. “What was I thinking?” She whispered to herself, wiping away a couple of stray tears. She hadn’t been able to find the right words with Nia and could only think of the confused and hurt expression on her friend’s face as she had exited as quickly as possible.
She still had no idea of the influence the pink kryptonite had taken over her, as far as Kara knew, she had simply let her base instincts drive, for the first time in God knows how long.
She let out a deep sigh, thinking about the day she was having. The week. You would think superpowers would make everything easier, but Kara was sure she’d never been in a more depressing situation, and that covered a lot of ground. She put her head in her hands and ran her fingers through her hair. Then she noticed the envelope sitting next to her on the floor.
It had the same handwriting as the one that had held the dossier within it. Tentatively, Kara reached over and picked it up. “What next?” She muttered, ripping it open. Inside, there were pictures.
“Lena!” Kara was up on her feet almost instantly. It was Lena, her hands tied behind her back, unconscious. A gag in her mouth and her striped shirt opened just enough to show a learning amount of cleavage. She looked to be in a similar room to the ones Kara and Nia had been taken to. A card fell out, this time with an address on it. An old L-Corp building, one of Lex’s old underground facilities. Kara had been there before, around four or five years ago. She had put a stop to whatever scheme Lex had in motion that week and she remembered causing a lot of damage to the place.
At the bottom of the card a small message was scrawled. “Come and get her.”
She quickly changed into her Supergirl costume and opened a window. It was a trap, make no mistake and based on recent encounters Kara knew she was walking into the lions den. But what choice did she have? Lena was clearly in danger and Supergirl… Supergirl never backed down from danger. Even when the odds were against her.
The building was on the outskirts of the city, in an abandoned area sat an underground bunker. Corroded steal and debris blocked the entrance, but Kara had no problem moving them. She gave the area a scan with her super vision, so much lead in the building made it hard to see anything. She walked into the darkness, years old L-Corp posters up on the walls proclaiming Lex Luthor the peak of mankind and L-Corp the future of well.. a lot of things.
Kara walked slowly through the darkness, hyper vigilant. She spotted a stairwell and was about to walk towards it when she heard an elevator ding and open just down the corridor. She paused waiting to see if anyone was coming out of it, the only light in the darkness, her red glowing eyes. She was taking no risks. Punch first, ask questions later was the policy.
But when no one exited the elevator, she realised what it was. An invitation. One she made a split second decision to take.
The elevator was of course coated in lead. She couldn’t see anything as the journey took her down. Where to? For all she knew she was going down to a vault full of kryptonite. She felt a shudder down her spine as that intrusive thought popped into her head.
Finally though, the elevator opened in more darkness. But down the corridor, there was a window and within that window there was light. She walked closer, the windowed room had black walls similar to the one she had been kept in. As she got closer she could see the white floor and someone laying on floor. “Lena!” She instinctively responded.
Kara didn’t think twice, she ran towards the room, crashed through the glass and tended to Lena. The raven haired beauty was unconscious but alive. “Come on Lena, we’re getting out of here.” Kara told her, starting to gently pick her up. Of course, that’s when the situation she was in presented itself.
The shattered glass was quickly replaced with a steel shutter that came thundering out of the wall. Gas started to fill the room, very quickly, quickly enough that Kara was caught off guard and accidentally took a big breath of it in. She started coughing instantly. Then the walls started to rumble.
Kara watched dumbfounded as two of the walls started to close around them, the gas - whatever was in it - had knocked Kara off balance enough that she was again caught off guard by the walls. She put her arms out and managed to stop them closing in, crushing her and Lena.
Kara had been in ridiculous deathtraps before, she had stopped walls closing in and crushing her friends or civilians many times, so she thought she knew what to expect. She didn’t expect to barely be able to stop them. The pressure was so strong, that her super strength barely stopped it.
“Ummmphh!!” She grunted as the walls closed around her. Kara strained but try as she might, she could not push them back, in fact it was taking every ounce of her strength to stop them from overwhelming her and crushing both her and the unconscious Lena at her feet. It was like the pressure from the walls had been designed with the exact knowledge of just how strong she was. Designed knowing her exact limits. Any more pressure and she wouldn’t be able to do anything.
Kara grunted again, she could feel sweat on her brow. It didn’t help that there was nothing she could do to stop inhaling the gas either. If she could just hold it a little longer and if Lena would just wake up though… “Please… Lena… Get up!” She grunted.
Then right in front of her, a secret door in the wall opened and in walked the Captor. Black outfit showing her tight, muscular body. A plain lead lined mask, seemingly keeping the gas out. A voice modulator to help keep her identity a secret. “My, my Supergirl. Aren’t you in a jam.” She taunted, slowly walking towards the struggling superheroine.
“Nnnhhh!” Kara groaned as she strained with the wall. “You… again…” She spat.
“Yes, me again. Like this little trap I designed? It’s amazing, that dossier really helped show me you’re not all that special Supergirl. You have limits, just like everyone else.” The Captor pulled out a small remote and pressed a button. The gas instantly started to disperse.
“Why don’t… you tell me… what you want…?” Kara got out in-between gasps at the strain of the pressure from the walls.
The Captor paused for a moment. “Well, what would be the harm. You’re not going anywhere. Unless you want Miss Luthor there to be as flat as a pancake.” She responded. Clicking a button on the back of her mask, the mask loosened up and she pulled it off, revealing her face to Kara.
“Mercy Graves!” Kara gasped.
Mercy stood in front of Kara, her beautiful face smirking. The gas had dispensed causing her no issues. “The very same.” She replied. “And what do I want? Oh… well let’s talk about that in a little while huh? I have some other things on my mind.”
Mercy Graves had been Lex Luthor’s longtime assistant and then Head of Security at L-Corp, back when it had been known as LexCorp. Kara hadn’t seen her in years, not since Mercy’s brother Otis had been turned into another version of Metallo and the two had caused a ruckus on the streets of National City. Mercy was a dangerous and beyond competent foe at the best of times. But with this reveal, it was clear she had been upgrading her talents.
Mercy looked Kara up and down. Kara’s knees were trembling, her arms shaking, her brow glistening with sweat. In fact her entire body was, her costume skintight to her, sweat patches forming. Kara for all intent and purpose was being pushed beyond her limits. What on the surface was a simple trap, might prove too much for her.
Mercy dragged a finger up Kara’s body, from her navel, in-between her breasts and to her chin.
“Don’t touch me!” Kara snapped. But Mercy didn’t stop.
She ran the finger back down, over the ’S’ of her costume and then down over one of Kara’s breasts. She circled her nipple through her costume with her finger, before flicking it and then doing the same to the other breast.
Kara’s breathing changed, became heavier. “Pl-please… Mercy… I don’t think I can…”
“Shhh.” Mercy told her, putting a finger to her lips. She had the Girl of Steel trapped, she could do anything she wanted to her. And that’s what she was going to do. “I would stop telling me what I can or can’t do-“ Mercy began, now running her hand from Kara’s neck to one of her breasts, squeezing it softly. “-and concentrate on keeping that wall from slipping.”
She leant forward and gently kissed Kara’s neck, her hand squeezing her breast through her costume. “N-no… Mercy… please…” Kara groaned, struggling to keep the walls apart. Mercy responded by licking her cheek.
Mercy’s spare hand went to the waistband of Kara’s red skirt, whilst her other hand explored Kara’s breasts, she tugged the red skirt down slowly. “You know, I never understood why the boss - Lex - always wanted to destroy you. There are so many other good uses for you, don’t you think?” The red skirt was pulled over Kara’s hips and fell to the ground, around her ankles and next to Lena.
Mercy pushed her body against Kara’s and then planted a kiss on the heroine. Kara’s eyes opened wide in shock as Mercy’s tongue explored her mouth. Then she felt a finger brush against the front of the blue pair of panties she was wearing. “Mmmph!” She responded in shock.
Mercy let go of the kiss. Leaning in she bit Kara’s earlobe and whispered. “Do you like that… Kara?” Confirming what Kara already knew. Her secret was out. Mercy ran her finger against Kara’s crotch again, causing the heroine to involuntarily whimper. “Oh don’t worry. I haven’t told anyone, the men I’ve hired have seen the dossier but it’s not mentioned. And I would hate for poor Miss Luthor to find out this way.” She pressed her finger harder into Kara’s crotch, briefly causing her to almost stumble forward. But somehow she managed to stay standing up, pushing the walls back.
“Mercy… please… I don’t think I… I can hold this…” Kara stuttered.
“I don’t really care. This is a lot of fun.” Mercy pulled her hand away and pulled off her glove, playfully slapping it against Kara’s face, almost teasing her, knowing she couldn’t do anything to respond. Mercy leant in and licked the sweat from one side of Kara’s neck, grabbing a handful of her ass, giving it a slap.
Then her hand was at Kara’s crotch once again, though this time she sank it inside Kara’s pants. Her fingers explored and as Mercy bit Kara’s earlobe again, she spread her pussy lips and started to softly tease Kara’s clit.
“N-no… stop… please…” Kara stuttered again, she was struggling now with the wall and with Mercy’s touch.
Mercy removed her hand and held it in front of Kara’s face, to both of their surprise, Mercy’s fingers dripped with Kara’s juices. “Are you sure you want me to stop Kara? I think the lady doest protest too much.” She wiped it on the ’S’ of Kara’s costume with a cruel laugh and went right back to what she was doing.
Kara began to moan involuntarily - little gasps and groans - as Mercy fingered and rubbed her clit, teasing and playing with it. “Ooo..please stop Mercy… I can’t hold this…” Kara’s arms strained as the walls continued to close in. Her legs looked set to buckle too as Mercy did not stop whatsoever.
“Was that a little moan Girl of Steel?” Mercy mocked. “Girl of putty in my hands more like it.” She laughed, rubbing faster now.
Kara’s face was turning red, she closed her eyes and was biting her lip, trying not to let another moan out. But it was too much. “Oooooh… oooh God…” Kara moaned, sweat dripping down her face.
“I bet no one’s ever touched you like this before, am I right Kara?” Mercy had leant in again, whispering in her ear.
“Nn-nnoo…” Kara let out in between heavy breathes. It was unclear whether she was agreeing with Mercy or wanted her to stop.
Mercy grabbed Kara’s neck and squeezed, fingering her and choking her at the same time. She slapped one of Kara’s breasts through her costume, laughing. Mercy was enjoying her work. “Come on you dirty slut, show me the real you.” Mercy taunted as she yanked Kara’s sweaty hair back hard.
Then it happened, the floodgates opened. Kara began to climax. “MMMMMMMM-Mercy!” She cried out. Whether she meant the woman in front of her or she was declaring surrender was up for debate.
Kara lost control of herself, cumming hard, squirting down her thighs, splashing the floor and soaking her famous red skirt. Barely missing Lena.
She felt her knees buckle and she fell forward, letting the pressurised walls go. “N-no!” She cried out.
Of course the walls stopped short of crushing her and Lena. Mercy laughed. “Oh come on, do you really think I’d set those to go all the way and hurt the two of you? When we’re having such fun.”
The walls retracted and Kara was in an exhausted daze. If she had been looking for a chance to take Mercy out, this was it, but she was too out of it to do anything. Then she felt Mercy taking her by the hair and attaching a small, tight metal necklace around her neck.
“A power dampener. Just like the one used on your girlfriend Nia. Only there’s a little twist.” Mercy smirked.
Kara had fallen to her knees, struggling with the exhaustion and the feeling from Mercy’s touch. Her powers were gone in an instant once the dampener had been attached. She grabbed it and pulled at it fruitlessly. Then, worse, it started to glow green. “Ahh!” Kara cried out. “N-no… Mercy please….”
“Specially designed for you Kara. You should feel special. Kryptonite of course.” Mercy had a small remote in hand and pressed it again. “Does it hurt?” Kara cried out in pain again and fell forward onto her hands and knees, but did not answer. “I asked you a question. Does it hurt?” Mercy pressed it again, much longer this time. The green necklace glowed around Kara’s neck, making it hard for her to catch her breath.
“Gah… please Mercy…” Kara gasped.
“I can do this all day.” She pressed the button again and held it down. “Does this hurt?” Mercy looked down coldly at Kara.
“Ahhh.. yes… please… it hurts so much…” Kara finally admitted. She was lying on her front and Mercy swung a stiff kick in her side, making her roll over to her back. Kara looked up, the kryptonite wasn’t stopping, Mercy wasn’t taking her finger off the button. Mercy placed her boot on Kara’s chest and ground it in, causing Kara to weakly cry out. “Not so super now, are you Kara?” Mercy laughed before holding down the button in front of Kara’s face.
Kara’s cries soon turned to whimpers and then died out from there. Mercy only took her finger off the button when she realised Kara was unconscious.
Part 7: The secret revealed (in the worst way possible)
“Supergirl!”
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“What have you done to her?”
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“Supergirl, wake up!”
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Through the a hazy bout of brain fog, Kara started to open her eyes.
“Oh thank God! Supergirl, are you ok?” Lena’s voice filled Kara’s ears as she grabbed around her, trying to get her bearings.
“Wh-what… where am… am I?” Kara mumbled, her lips felt dry. Her hand reached out and she felt something wet. She looked down, her vision returning and she saw she was wearing her red skirt again. Still damp and soaked in her own juices.
Her chest hurt, her neck hurt, her arms exhausted - her whole body felt weak. She looked up and could see, she was in the same room she had been in earlier, that she had passed out in. Only, now Lena was sitting on a chair. Tied to a chair. And she was awake. And Mercy Graves was back. Only the tactical gear was gone and she was in an expensive suit jacket, skirt and white shirt.
“Well, well, well. I’m glad you could join us Supergirl. I was just telling Lena about all the fun we were having.” Mercy was smiling.
Kara struggled to push herself up. Thankfully the collar wasn’t glowing green, but she was suffering after the exposure and the collar continued to dampen her powers. Kara was able to push herself up to her knees. Her two arms feeling so exhausted as they kept her up.
“She was telling me how smart she is. But to me, you just sound like a second rate version of my brother. With tits.” Lena spat, struggling in her chair. Usually so elegant, Lena was dishevelled and sweating, her outfit a mess, her shirt opened so much her breasts looked like they were bursting through it.
“No my dear Lena. That would be you.” Mercy replied.
“Fuck you Mercy!” Lena replied.
“Language Lena, your brother and your mother never lowered themselves to foul language. And to answer your question to Supergirl, she is ok. As long as she behaves. She should know by now what will happen if she decides to make any trouble.” Mercy looked down at Kara with nothing but disdain. Right or wrong, in Mercy''s mind, Kara was no longer a threat.
Mercy slowly started to walk over to Kara, talking to Lena. “Did you know your brother built this facility? A decade ago, this was pretty much his supervillain lair. He had that ridiculous green power suit built here. He lured Superman here and swapped bodies with him for an entire weekend. He created the first Metallo.” Mercy sighed, nostalgic for old times. “He was a genius. We didn't deserve him. And what have you done since taking over? Underperforming media sites and Supergirl appreciation days.” Mercy sneered.
“I’ve not wasted my time creating campy deathtraps or had a weird obsession with someone only trying to do good in the world, how about you Mercy?” Lena struggled with her bonds. She was tied tightly to the seat.
Mercy now stood over Kara. “Yes, well. I have. I obsessed over how to bring Supergirl down a peg and well…” Mercy waved her hands in Kara’s direction, smiling at the exhausted and defeated girl underneath her. “I think I’ve succeeded. Don't you? I've been reading about all your defeats Supergirl, over the years. But this one has to rank pretty highly. And I’m not done.”
“Pl-please…” Kara moaned. She had barely been keeping up with the conversation between the two of them or what Mercy was saying.
“God, stop wining Supergirl, you’re sucking all the fun out of this.” Mercy landed a kick to Kara’s gut, causing curl up in pain and Lena to cringe. She grabbed Kara’s hair and pulled her back up. “Come on, it’s party, let’s liven things up.”
Mercy grabbed the collar of Kara’s costume and slowly pulled it over one of the pale shoulders and then the other. Lena looked away. “You’re disgusting Mercy - leave her alone!” Kara let out a quiet gasp as the cold air hit her body and Mercy yanked her costume down and exposed her beautiful tits in the room. She left her costume like that, Kara’s arms now trapped at her side, showing her off to Lena.
“Oh don’t be such a prude Lena, I know you’ve been dying to see these. I’ve access to your search history. The things you search about this woman… Slut.” Mercy taunted. She had Kara’s soft, pale tits in her hands and was groping he, hard and aggressively, Kara totally powerless to stop her. Pinching her nipples, causing Kara to gasp in pain before adding a little slap to both of them. She did it again, this time laughing, mocking how weak Kara was now.
Mercy then pulled out a lipstick and holding Kara, began to crudely painted her lips with it. “Oh you should have seen her earlier Lena, she was a moaning slut - a Superslut - doing her best to protect you.” She smeared the lipstick around Kara's lips, making her look like a painted whore. Then, she took the lipstick and crudely wrote over Kara’s chest the word SUPERSLUT as Kara weakly struggled and whined. Still holding her she smiled when she noticed Lena unable to resist looking round for a peak at her. “Can’t resist can you Lena? What do you think - Superslut or Superwhore?” Lena didn’t reply. "Certainly not the Super prude we've always been lead to believe. You should have seen how hard she came earlier, how loud her moans got." Kara looked at the ground despondently, humiliated.
But Mercy was not done yet. “Only, I think I have a better name for her. How about - Super Liar.” Kara’s eyes widened as she started to realise what Mercy was alluding to. “How long have you known Supergirl, Lena?” Mercy covered Kara’s mouth with her hand, smearing the lipstick and slapped her bare tit again, to keep her from talking.
“Same as everyone else, five or six years.” Lena replied angrily. "She saved me from your beloved Lex. My asshole brother!"
“That’s right. Around the same time you met someone else wasn’t it? Someone else you’re close to.” Mercy started to tease.
Kara broke her mouth free and started to say. “No! No! N-“ But Mercy wrapped her hand around her throat tightly to choke her and silence her.
“Please, stop hurting her - what are you talking about?” Lena asked panic rising in her voice, struggling again with her bonds.
“Allow me to demonstrate.” Mercy replied.
Kara, still with her tits exposed and her body written on, was on her knees. Mercy whipped off her own suit jacket and put it around Kara’s shoulders. She took out a pair of glasses from her pocket and placed them on Kara’s face, then pulled her hair back in a tight ponytail.
“Remind you of anyone?” Mercy laughed.
“Wh- no- Kara?” Lena was dumbfounded.
The room was silent for a while until Kara whispered. “I’m so.. sorry…” Tears in her eyes, some rolling down her cheeks.
“Lena, your brother was a genius. You on the other hand let a pair of glasses and a ponytail fool you for six years? What a joke!” Mercy started to laugh and laugh and laugh. She stood up, letting Kara fall to the floor, her glasses still staying on her face. "Thought to be fair, I met Kara Danvers a few times and she was anything but special. Who would have thought this loser would be Supergirl?"
“Kara?” Lena said quietly, staring her friend in the eye. Shocked beyond all measure.
“I bet this isn’t how you always planned this.” Mercy laughed, taunting Kara.
Kara was silent, quietly staring back at Lena, before looking away in shame.
“So, what now?” Mercy asked the two of them. “You know, all those years Lex was messing around with Superman, I always figured it could have been sorted if the two of them had just fucked already. Get it out of their system." She winked at Kara. "So, I want to test that theory.”
“What?” Lena asked, not quite getting it.
“Well, I’m clearly the Lex in the situation. And dear Kara here, clearly the Super. So..” Mercy raised her eyebrows suggestively. “I’ll be back, don’t go anywhere you two.”
Mercy walked to the secret door panel and exited the room laughing.
“Kara… what the fuck…" Lena started, but then switched her tone, realising she had to get them out of there. "Listen…. We’ve got to get you out of here.”
“Lena, I’m so, so sorry…” Kara began to try and explain.
“Afterwards Danvers, listen I can’t break these binds, I need your help. Can you use your heat vision or something?” Lena was up to the task, she knew Mercy wouldn’t be long.
“This.. this collar… my powers are gone…” Kara sounded so defeated, in a way Lena had never heard from her before.
“Please Kara, you have to try.” Lena was out of ideas otherwise. "I know you can do it. You're... you're Supergirl. You can do it."
Kara sat up onto her knees again as best she could, knocking the glasses off her head. “Ok.. ok… I’ll try.” She whispered. She knew, in her heart, as dark as things were, she couldn’t give up, even when the odds seemed dead against her.
So she stared at the binds and tried, pushing herself as hard as she could to create anything. Her heat vision. A spark, anything. “AHHHH!” She started to cry out, tears dripping from her eyes but still no heat vision. But she didn’t stop. She had never pushed herself so hard before.
The secret door reopened and Kara instantly fell forward, crying out in pain, a green glow filling the room. Lena was sure she had felt her hands warming up and quickly checked the binds even as she cried out to her friend. “Kara!”
Mercy had walked back in, in quite the get up. Fishnet tights, platform heels, black panties, a black corset that didn’t cover any of her now exposed tits and a choker. And lots of green. Mercy’s choker had a small green stone in the middle of it and if you looked closely you could see her nipples were pierced with green studs too. Worse was attached around her waist, simply put, a big green strap on cock. "You wouldn't believe what Lex was able to do with kryptonite." She laughed.
Lena saw it first, pulling tight on her binds. “Mercy! No, what the hell do you think you’re doing!”
Mercy just laughed and walked over to the downed Kara. Mercy again pulled her up by her damp hair, but this time spat in Kara’s face, cruelly. The spit dribbled down her cheek like a tear until it dripped onto her exposed body. Kara was too weak to do much about it, letting out a pained sob.
With Lena’s threats of recrimination ringing in her ears, Mercy pushed Kara forward onto all fours and tore at her red skirt, ripping it off and throwing it across the room. Her cape was next, torn from her body suit and tossed to the side. Next, Mercy slapped Kara between the legs causing her to cry out in surprise and pain. She tore her soaked blue pants off, at this point leaving the heroine in just her pulled down bodysuit and red boots. The glasses and suit jacket having been discarded.
“Please… you don’t have to do this… You’re not Lex…” Kara gasped.
But Mercy wasn’t listening, she slapped the kryptonite cock against Kara’s now bare ass and pulled her hair back hard. She pulled Kara up and forced one of her tits in Kara’s mouth, making the Girl of Steel suck on it. The kryptonite stud cruelly pressed against her tongue. Meanwhile, the kryptonite cock found itself between her legs and Mercy began to rub it against Kara’s thighs.
“You’re right I’m not Lex. I’m a different animal to Lex.” She whispered in Kara’s ear as she started to press the kryptonite cock against Kara's sensitive pussy and then her clit, making her whine. "I have different ways of finishing my enemies than Lex." Mercy told Kara, biting hard on her earlobe and then her shoulder.
Then, Mercy started to force the kryptonite cock into Kara’s tight pussy. Kara whimpered and cried out again, begging that it hurt, that it was too much, but Mercy only knew one tone with her at this point - mocking. “Oh come on now, make the same noises you made when you were dominating your friend Nia, for me. Oh yes, I know all about that Kara.”
Lena was still struggling with the binds, trying desperately to get free. “Nia!? What did you make Kara do?” She demanded of Mercy.
But Mercy laughed. “Oh, I just pushed her into doing something she already wanted to do. Pink Kryptonite, maybe the rarest of that damned stone. But hey, I’ve been there - under the influence or not it's hard to resist her big cock, isn’t it Superslut?”
Kara didn’t respond, barely able to react in any other way but grunts and moans as the kryptonite cock started to slowly slide in and out of her. Stretching her pussy, Mercy pushed deeper with every thrust, fucking Kara roughly. The Girl of Steel utterly at her mercy. She pulled back her hair and spat in her face again, right in her eye. Disrespecting her again and again, degrading the most powerful woman on the planet, before grabbing her tits and groping them hard, as the fucking only got harder still. Kara felt the full length and girth of the strap on, deeper and deeper with every slow thrust.
She felt Kara’s nipples harden in her hands. “I think the lady really did protest too much. You having fun Kara? You having fun Superwhore?” She slapped Kara's ass hard now, leaving a red hand print on Kara's pale skin.
Kara merely groaned and moaned, the kryptonite was wiping her out and the hard cock between her legs was making her wet as her body betrayed her. Mercy fucked Kara hard on the bright white floor of the room. The lipstick that had been smeared on Kara was now in part on Mercy’s own tits and running down Kara’s chest. The SUPERSLUT on her chest, starting to just become a mess of red as Kara’s sweat mixed with it.
“Oh. Oh. Oh..” Kara gasped with each thrust. She didn’t have enough strength to stay on all fours and was now drooling over herself and the floor. Her moans became louder when Mercy put her hand between Kara’s legs and began rubbing her clit. Every stroke faster and harder. Deeper and deeper into Kara's tight, pretty pussy.
Lena struggled, but couldn’t help watching. Was she really getting wet watching her best friend get taken like this? Was she really secretly jealous of what Mercy was doing?
Kara’s face reddened again, but this time her eyes remained open as she could feel something within her about to erupt. “You going to cum for me Kara, you dirty slut?” Mercy demanded. “Come on you dirty little Superslut!” She demanded, slapping Kara’s ass red.
“N-n-no…” Kara moaned.
“Yes! Yes!” Mercy demanded.
“Oh… oh God…” Kara moaned as it hit her. She started to cum hard. Supergirl once again cumming for the villain, this time on a kryptonite cock. “Oh fuck…” She gasped, Lena noting it had probably been the first time she’d heard Kara swear. She squirted again, spraying everywhere. She was a drooling, defeated mess as she collapsed having cum harder than she had ever experienced. She struggled to catch her breath as Mercy pulled out.
Mercy looked down at the shivering wreck that was the dominated and fucked Supergirl. She was so turned on herself, that she could think of nothing else beyond Kara's body. “Now. Let’s see about that ass." She pointed the kryptonite cock towards Kara's pale cheeks. "I’ve always wanted to fu-“ Then she was cut off as Lena smashed the chair over her head.
Kara had been able to generate just enough heat vision earlier to burn through part of the bindings and Lena had been able to escape the binds after a lot of time and lot of effort. Mercy fell to the ground, instantly knocked out.
Lena looked down, an unconscious Mercy, a quivering Kara. Kryptonite everywhere. Lena didn’t want to just leave Mercy, she knew she would escape, but Kara - Supergirl - needed to be rescued. Still she added a kick to Mercy’s stomach and spat.. “I’ll be back for you bitch. This isn't over.”
Lena then wrapped Kara in her own cape, pulling her costume up to cover her breasts. She lifted her up, grunting to herself. “Good thing I’ve got that private gym.” Lena carried Kara out of the room and towards the still active lift down the corridor and to freedom.
Kara stirred in her arms as the lift door closed. “Lena…”
“Shhh… It’s ok…” Lena told her. But as the reality started to set in and Lena realised the secret Kara had kept from her for years, she began to question whether or not things would ever be ok again.
Part 8: "You told Winn and not me?!"
Kara woke up. The pain in her head cut through the grogginess of sleep and she slowly studied the unfamiliar stark white room she was in. She lifted the bedcovers and saw she was still in her Supergirl top, someone had put her into a dark grey pair of sweatpants too. She slowly left the bed, feeling the cold floor on her bare feet making her hop a little. She scraped her hair back into a ponytail and looked around the room, there was a sink and mirror to her left and the door with a robe hung on the back of it to her right.
She looked in the mirror, throwing some cold water on her face. Mercy’s lipstick was faded but still visible on her face and she rubbed it off. Flashbacks to the day before started to fill her head. Mercy. Lena. Kryptonite. Her secret identity. “Shit.” Kara muttered in the mirror, a rare swear from the Maid of Might.
She put the robe on and tightened it around her, opening the door she didn’t bother scanning things with her super vision. Her head was sore and the way she felt she knew her powers were weak anyway, whatever was on the other side of the door, she’d have to deal with it with her wits.
Lena was standing there in living room. She was pouring a cup of coffee from the pot. “Ah you’re awake. Coffee, Kara? Or is it… coffee, Supergirl? It’s hard to keep track of all these different personas.”
Kara felt her stomach drop, she looked at Lena - in a new expensive suit, looking immaculate and initially didn’t know what to say. Lena held up the coffee pot a second time and Kara nodded. “Yes, please…”
“Here you go.” Lena handed it to her. Kara was trying to get a read on her, but she was poker faced. “So, aren’t you going to thank me for saving your life?” Lena said, bluntly. Before Kara could respond though Lena continued. “Of course, you’ve saved mine so many times it probably didn’t register did it?”
“Lena..” Kara began, before again being interrupted.
“I’m sorry, I’m just a little annoyed. I like to think myself quite smart and you’ve been fooling me for years and years and YEARS with a ponytail and a pair of glasses. I’m sure you’d feel sore too. How many other people know? Alex obviously. Cat? James?” Lena’s tone wasn’t angry but Kara could tell she was struggling with what she had learnt.
“I-I’m not sure about Cat. Not much gets past her. But, yes James knows.” Kara replied.
“That bastard! I knew he was never honest with me - who else?” Lena through her hands up in frustration.
“Well, Nia for one.” Kara responded, cringing a little at the thought of her last encounter with her friend.
“Which one’s Nia again, I heard that bitch mention her yesterday?” Lena looked genuinely confused for a moment.
“Come on Lena, she - she works for you.” Lena gave Kara a blank stare. “Ok, she’s a journalist. Short. Brunette.” Kara cleared her throat. “Winn knows too.” “Winn?! My God, you told Winn and not me? Kara.. what the fuck? Seriously.” Lena was becoming more agitated and upset.
“I-I did it to protect you. I thought keeping it a secret would keep you out of danger.” Kara struggled to explain her thoughts. “And then, the years went by and… I mean…”
Lena interrupted. “Protect me? Kara, it’s been almost a weekly occurrence for the best part of five years that knowing you has got me into some kind of life or death situation. Just tell me… was it because of my last name?” “No Lena-“ Kara could feel the emotion welling up inside her.
“Because, I have done everything to prove to you I’m not my brother. I don’t deserve this.” Lena was welling up too, ice face starting to break.
“No Lena, it’s not that it’s-“ Kara started to explain.
“What is it then?” Lena interrupted, a tear dripping down her cheek now.
“I-I can’t bear to think about anything happening to you. I… I didn’t want to change anything either, we’re so close… I…” Kara gulped and then let it come out. “I love you Lena.”
The room was silent for a moment.
“You.. Love me?” Lena responded, sounding like she was trying to unpack what Kara had said. “What do you mean, love me?”
“I mean.. in a.. well.. me and you.. way…” Kara tripped up over her words.
“In a romantic way?” Lena asked quietly.
“Yes.” Kara responded, her cheeks blushing, looking at her friend.
“You understand this is a little hard to unpack. Yesterday, you were my old friend Kara Danvers, journalist. Now I have to process that you’re also Supergirl - the cousin of my brother’s nemesis and often someone I’ve not been a fan of. Which also means you’ve been, I guess, lying in our stories for my news site, for years. You won a Pulitzer for God’s sake. And also you’re in love with me.” Lena had gotten control of her emotions and was coldly, logically laying everything out. “Sound about right?”
Kara shuffled awkwardly in front of her. “Yes, pretty much. Though I’d say I’ve just bent the truth rather than outright lie in my stories.” “Kara, you literally interviewed yourself and used it to get a promotion.” Lena deadpanned. The mood lightened a little with this comment. “Come to think of it, I’ve - I’ve seen you and.. well Supergirl together at the same time. What the hell was that? After the Daxamite invasion!?” “That was J’onn - Martian Manhunter. He can shapeshift.” Kara responded.
“Ok.. ok.. after all that stuff with Reign. Kara Danvers pulled out of rubble by Supergirl.” Lena remembered the moment.
“A different me, from the future.” Kara giggled a little.
“Ok, after the incident.. with my brother.” Lena pointed her finger at Kara. “There’s a photo hanging up in the office of Kara Danvers presenting Supergirl with an award.”
“My clone. She’s Russian.” Kara now laughed a little.
“Russian!? Wh-what about the night Supergirl was at that premiere and you were working late in the office. That was only a few months ago.” Lena was smiling now too. The ridiculousness of the situation making her smile.
“Would you believe Alex in a cheap wig?” Kara laughed.
“She doesn’t even look like you!” Lena laughed too. “Christ, Danvers… this is ridiculous, how the hell did we end up here?” She looked at her friend and smiled. "How did my life get so intertwined with bloody Supergirl?"
“I don’t know. Lena I’m so sorry - I never wanted it to come out like that and I never wanted to make you feel foolish or anything. It-it…” Kara was interrupted as Lena stepped forward and hugged her of nowhere.
“Shh it’s ok. On the scale of weird shit that’s happened in my life, this rates - well, this rates pretty high actually, but I think I can deal with it.” Lena held Kara tightly and spoke into her ear softly.
Kara returned the hug. “You.. think you can deal?” She was intoxicated by Lena’s scent, her breath shuddered as she felt Lena close to her.
“Well… I mean… this isn’t totally a one way thing. Not the secrets, you pretty much know all there is to know about me at this point. But my feelings…” Lena held Kara but stood back, looking her in the eye.
Neither spoke, instead they pulled one another close and kissed.
Kara kissed Lena softly but then allowed her to take over, Lena planting an aggressive, passionate kiss on the Girl of Steel. Kara melted into Lena’s arms right there. Her eyes were closed as she felt Lena start to kiss her neck, she let out a moan and a gasp as Lena licked her neck and playfully bit her earlobe.
Lena pushed Kara back slowly, until her back hit the wall. Her hands untied the robe and it fell to the floor. Lena hungrily licked and kissed Kara’s porcelain neck as her hands crept up her body.
She grabbed Kara’s tit through her Supergirl dirty costume and started to tease and play with it, squeezing it hard. Kara for her part leant back and through heavy breathing and moans encouraged her to continue. Lena’s spare hand tugged at the collar of Kara’s costume, remembering what Mercy had done the day before, she pulled it over one of Kara’s shoulders, kissing her collarbone as she did the other and pulled it down to reveal her tits.
Lena’s tongue travelled down over the smeared lipstick that had spelt out SUPERSLUT and to one of Kara’s pale tits. She teased Kara’s nipple with her tongue and then began to suck on it. A hand teased and pinched her other nipple, her other hand tugged at the sweatpants she had helped Kara into when she had put her to bed. They fell around Kara’s ankles, exposing her glistening, soaking wet cunt.
Kara moaned as she felt a finger between her legs, Lena’s soft digit hungrily spreading Kara’s pussy and skilfully finding her clit.
“L-Lena.. I don’t know… If…” Kara gasped and tried to speak as Lena skilfully rubbed her clit. She couldn’t finish the sentence before an overwhelming wave of pleasure hit her. Lena had barely gotten started before Kara started to moan. “Oh my God.. oh my God…” She was squirting down her thighs and over Lena’s hand seconds later. Kara’s legs gave out and she slowly slid down the wall, cumming hard.
“I’m not done with you yet.” Lena teased, following her down. As Kara slid to her bare ass, Lena was in-between her legs again, this time her tongue exploring Kara’s pussy. Kara sat there moaning and groaning, a little drool dripping down her chin as Lena expertly went down on her. Lena’s tongue darting back and forth, sucking on Kara’s clit.
Kara’s hand wrapped around Lena’s raven hair and she grabbed hold of one of her own tits. “Oh.. please Lena… please… don’t stop…” She moaned as she felt another tidal wave of pleasure coming. She had never been touched like this, never been with someone so skilled.
She let go of Lena’s hair and bit down on her hand to stop from screaming loudly as Lena made her cum again. Lena pulled her hand away and demanded. “No Kara, I want to hear you enjoy this.”
“OH… OH GOD.. OH F-FU-FUCK!” Kara cried out as she had the hardest orgasm of her life. Lena back between her legs, tongue working on her clit the entire time.
Lena pulled away moments later and Kara fell to the floor twitching in pleasure. Kara felt herself pulled up by her golden hair and tasted herself on Lena’s tongue as it was forced into her mouth, exploring deeply inside her.
As Lena pulled away, the pair of them staring into one another’s eyes, saliva connected the two of them still. “W-wow.” Was all Kara could breathlessly mumble. She pulled herself up and Lena brought her close, holding her tightly.
The two of them lay on that floor for a while afterwards, holding each other tightly. After a while, Lena whispered to her lover. “I love you too, Kara.” Kara said nothing, just pulling herself closer to Lena.
For a while, things were perfect.
Part 9: Mercy’s Plan B
They woke up in each other’s arms Kara nestled next to Lena’s breasts, the two of them exhausted from a long, passionate night. For a moment, as the sun crept through the window, things were perfect. Then the alarm clock hit them both like a bucket of cold water.
“Shit, shit, shit.” Kara jumped up and searched her room for her an outfit for work that didn’t need ironing, much to Lena’s amusement. She accidentally stepped in the remnants of the bagels she had specially flown to New York to pick up the morning before.
“You move at super speed? How on earth are you always running late Kara?” Lena laughed, her own eyes darted around the room looking for her own pants.
“One of life’s mysteries.”Kara replied as she looked through her closet for sweater and cleaned bagel off her foot.
It had been a week since they had both confessed their feelings for one another. Since then, they had barely kept their hands off one another. Kara was certain she should be spending more time trying to track down Mercy Graves, had even planned to the night before. But then Lena showed up at her apartment door in a trench coat and very little else.
Lena had offered to speak to Snapper Carr about Kara’s demotion, but Kara had asked her not to. This had seemed very dignified in the moment, the right response, but it meant she had be right on time every morning. Something that was proving a challenge. No more journalistic privilege. “I’ll come to yours tonight, if that’s ok? I really need to patrol a little.” Kara shouted to Lena from the bathroom as she brushed her teeth, pulling on a pink sweater.
“Do you even need to brush your teeth Kara?” Lena asked, walking past the door, placing a mug of coffee on the sink. “Are they not just naturally perfect-“ She looked her partner up and down, still half dressed. “-Like the rest of you.” Lena was in nothing but her pants, her trench coat was hung up on the back of the door. “I’m borrowing a t-shirt and jeans, there’s a car coming to pick me up.” Kara was blushing. “Better safe than sorry, and yes you can. Check the closet. I’ve got to go.” Kara kissed Lena and tossed her the key to the apartment. “Don’t worry about leaving the key, I’ll get in via the.. well an alternative entrance.” Lena nodded when she saw the open window. Kara took one more long, longing look at Lena and told her. “I love you.” Then she was gone.
Lena whispered it back. “I love you too, Kara.” Knowing she would get the message with her super hearing.
It had been a hell of a week.
Afterwards, as they had been laying in each other arms, back at Lena’s safe house, Lena had explained that she had sent a L-Corp team to the hideout Mercy had been using. No one was there, and whilst some of Lex’s old inventions were missing there was nothing to worry about. “Death rays, mind control and body swapping machines, some real B-Movie stuff.” Lena offhandedly had explained. Mercy was nowhere to be found.
Kara had explained the Dossier. Explained that it had come from Alex. Talked about the incidents she was sure Mercy was behind. Even told Lena about her encounter with Nia, which she was now aware that Mercy had orchestrated. “Pink kryptonite, just what I need.” She had moaned. Lena hadn’t fully bought that, but took it in her stride.
Lena had not let Kara completely off the hook for the years (and years) of lies. But she explained that she was sure Kara could make it up to her. In fact she had a few ideas about how Kara could get started making things up to her. Lena had cum harder than she ever had before, feeling that super tongue working at super speed on her clit.
After that, Kara had started back down in the research department at Cat Co. She had been paired with a shy woman called Rose Rogers who barely spoke two words to her. Kara was sure she’d be able to win her over though. “What was Roy busy?” Lena had cynically deadpanned when Kara told her.
Away from that, together Kara and Lena had barely been able to keep their hands off one another. It was like a dam had been broken. They were in their little bubble, the outside world and all its complications could wait. The two of them were very happy.
But, in the background, Mercy plotted.
She had just about run out of old Lex Luthor safe houses and now sat in the final place she had access to. It was the lab, or at least the now empty remnants of the lab that her brother Otis Graves had become the kryptonite hearted Metallo. It was dark, cold and wet, but it offered enough to be a good place for what might be a last stand.
The DEO had been on her tail. She had escaped the L-Corp people easily, but had barely escaped a team led by Alex Danvers. Her plan to unleash some red sun energy into the city and cripple Kara for the foreseeable future had been stopped. She was thinking back to Lex bringing about the red sun years before during the Crisis, but it was unlikely she would get that far.
She cursed herself for letting her guard down. She had done such a good job of keeping self control, but the desire to humiliate Supergirl and that bitch Lena had been too much. She’d had too much of a good time and given them an open to escape. The back of her head had throbbed for days, after the chair had clattered it.
But still, she plotted.
Some of the old inventions Lex had been hoarding still had their uses. She held in her hand a very dangerous weapon that Lex had locked down here. There was no new kryptonite to be found but she had gotten her hands on a gun that when fired at someone would send them to the Phantom Zone. She looked forward on sending Supergirl there, then destroying the gun, trapping her there. She wondered why Lex had kept it hidden, she guessed that he wouldn’t actually know what to do without a Kryptonian to plot against.
It had been a rough few years for Mercy. When Lex had been exiled, LexCorp had become L-Corp and Lena had taken over. Mercy had then found herself on her own. Her brother had been in hiding for years, Lex was gone and had taken Eve Teschmacher with him and Mercy was suddenly out in the cold. She lost the expensive apartment, the clothes, the cars. But most of all, she lost him - Lex himself. Working for a great man. Yes, his obsession with the Kryptonians had grown tiresome but he was such a genius, there was so much he had yet to achieve. And he ghosted her, left her to pick up the pieces.
It was only years later when she realised the access she still had due to the safe houses and the things that sat inside them. With that, she realised she could get her revenge on the person that had caused all of this. Supergirl.
Of course, the next part had been sheer luck. She knew about the DEO from her time with Lex and hacking into their files, though challenging, had not been impossible. And the Dossier had fallen right into her lap. And oh yes, it had been an eye opener. Mercy had plotted for months, reading about Supergirl’s weaknesses, her defeats but also her strengths and victories. She had found it odd that there had been little written about what she was like outside of the cape and tights, but with the revelation of who she really was and her relationship with the writer of the Dossier, it made more sense.
Anyway, from there it was easy to pinpoint the weapons she needed and the people she needed to target. Black opps and mercenaries are always easy to get hold of, needing little information as long as the checks cleared and so everything swept into motion.
She had decided that once her new plan had been put into motion and Supergirl had been sent to this weird Phantom Zone, that she would do everything she could to contact Lex. He was out there somewhere in the world. With a different status quo, it might be easier for him to come back, to lead her once again, and if not? Well, she was sure he would find the reveal that Supergirl was a nerdy journalist a laugh.
A smile formed on her face at the thought of it as she walked through the lab.
Up to this point, she had targeted Supergirl’s friends or known associates, inadvertently targeted her secret identity too, but now it was clear who to go after to get her attention once again. To lure her into one final trap. Her sister.
Mercy tapped an ancient keypad and heard the door strain to open. One last gift from Lex, a handful of inventions designed with a Kryptonian in mind.
“I don’t know how you eat all that junk and stay so trim, Kara. I feel like I’ve been dieting forever and only go the other way.” Kara was finding her newest colleague Rose didn’t have the usual boundaries that she was used to. “What’s your secret?” Kara put down the danish and smiled. “Would you believe I’m an alien?” Rose’s response, a sort of dumbfounded look, quickly made Kara follow that up. “I have great genetics, what can I say. You should see my mother. Can’t put a pound on. Also, yoga.”
“Oh yoga! Oh, I get that, maybe I should take that up too.” Rose responded. She didn’t really shut up, Kara had noticed, she wondered how she got any work done at all. Kara was having to subtly use her super speed to keep up with everything that was needed.
Suddenly, a high pitched noise interrupted her train of thought. A high pitch squealing. She noticed that Rose was still talking and clearly couldn’t hear it. “Excuse me, I’ve got to jump out. Uh… Make a call.” Kara interrupted her colleague, talking far too loudly.
“Oh well. Rude.” Rose muttered under her breath as Kara walked up out of the basement and into the lobby of Cat Co.
She stepped outside and it was clear it wasn’t just her that could hear it. Dogs on the street were barking loudly. Kara deduced it was a sound at a frequency designed for only those with a particular level of hearing. Then she heard it. “Hello? Is this on. Supergirl, this a message just for you. One of Lex’s old gadgets, I’m pretty sure he used it on your cousin back in the day.” The voice spoke up and Kara instantly recognised it, Mercy. Kara leaned against a wall and listened.
“Did you think we were done? We’re not done yet, not by a country mile. I know I’ve not stopped thinking about you, on all fours on that floor. I bet you haven’t stopped either have you. Kara.” Kara cursed that this was a one way conversation, she wanted Mercy to get to the point. “I want you to know that I checked in with someone you’ve not been speaking to. Someone I know, despite it all, you still love dearly. Listen, she wants to say hi.” Mercy could be heard pulling a gag off of her prisoner.
“-KARA DON’T COME - IT’S A TRAP!” Kara heard Alex shout down the microphone. Her heart raced. She was still annoyed - pissed - at Alex, but the sound of her sister in danger woke something up inside her.
“Well, that was melodramatic.” Mercy sneered down the microphone. “Come to the following coordinates if you want to see dear old sis alive again. Come alone. Come suited up. Come within the hour.” She gave the coordinates and with that the microphone cut out. The high pitched noise disappeared. Suddenly Kara could hear clearly.
She considered calling the DEO, but didn’t want their help. Didn’t trust them. She did however send Lena a message. No details, just that Alex was in trouble and she couldn’t risk taking any help with her. With that she ran into an alley already ripping open her shirt.
The location was past the outskirts of the city, Kara flew towards it and landed at the top of a quarry. A quick scan with her super vision showed her where she needed to do, a door to what looked like a bunker at the bottom of the quarry.
She flew down, angry, ready to punch something. The door would be a good start. Before she could do that though she noticed the CCTV camera following her, then the high pitched noise started up again. Kara cringed as it made her ears ring, not as badly as the sonic attack that Mercy had put her through at the bank, but it still was unpleasant.
“Ah, ah, ah. If you want to see your sister alive again, you’re going to have to play nice. Don’t enter that door until I tell you.” Mercy’s voice filled Kara’s ear. “There is a lead box, next to the door. Open it.” Kara thought for a moment, calmed down, what choice did she have? She had come here ready to bust heads, but she really had no power in the situation. She walked over and crouched down. She took a deep breath, bracing herself for what could be inside the box - kryptonite or God knows what else.
“That’s it. Good girl.” She heard as she opened it. No kryptonite green hues escaped it. She peered in and her heart sank a little. “Now put those on.” Inside was a collar, one that snapped around a neck. Then there was a simple pair of handcuffs.
“Mercy, I don’t know if you can hear me. But I am going to make you pay for what you’ve done.” Kara said towards the CCTV camera, a defiant tone in her voice only undercut by a slight shake at the end. She got no response.
Kara clicked the collar around her neck and instantly the collar lit up blue. Kara felt strange and stumbled a little backwards, before finding her balance. She could no longer hear the high pitched noise, which was the giveaway that this was a power dampener. She tried to use her powers to hover up, just a little but found that she couldn’t. “Okay.” She sighed as she put the cuffs around her wrists.
As if by magic the door opened. She could no longer hear Mercy, but the message was clear. Come in.
Kara walked into the darkness of the bunker, flickering lights leading her down the corridor. “Oh Kara… This way.” She heard Mercy call. So, Kara walked down the hall, powerless, her hands cuffed. Her boots clicking on the floor the only sound, in the eerie building.
Through the door was a lab. Mercy was sat with her feet up on a table. Behind her Alex was gagged, hung by her chained wrists, her feet just a little off the ground. Her black shirt was open, hanging loosely, Kara noticed the buckle to her jeans was open. “Alex!” Kara cried out.
She began to rush towards her sister, until Mercy pulled out the strange gun and pointed it at Kara. “Ah, ah, ah. Slow down Girl of Steel.”
“Mercy please, let her go. It-It’s me you want.” Kara replied, standing still. “Wait.. is that..”
“The Phantom Zone gun? Yes it is Kara. And I’m sorry to spoil the surprise, but that’s where you’re off to. Once I’ve had a little fun first of course.” Mercy stood up pointing the weapon at Kara. “Of course, if you don’t behave then maybe your sister can have an all expenses paid vacation there instead.” She smiled, pointing it at Alex now. Alex’s eyes widened in horror at the thought.
“No! Please Mercy…” Kara didn’t have many tricks up her sleeve at this point. She looked at Alex panicking and realised she had to play along for now.
“Come on, join your sister.” Mercy pointed to a spot next to Alex where Kara’s cuffs could be attached. As Kara walked around Mercy shoved her, displaying how weak Kara was now without her powers as she stumbled forward. In no time Kara was hanging by her wrists next to her sister. “See much better. How do you like the power dampener? It’s incredible, I’m amazed Lex never produced more of them. But then he never liked to share his toys.”
Kara struggled vainly, looking to see if her sister was ok. “Ok you’ve got me, now let Alex go!”
“Oh no, I won’t be doing that. Not when she can stay and watch the fun and festivities.” Mercy placed a box on the table. She started to pull one of the shock sticks from the earlier encounter at Lena’s birthday party out of it. Swinging it like a baseball bat as she walked closer to Kara. “Tell me, have you ever experienced kryptonite whilst totally powerless?”
Kara tried to look defiant as Mercy pressed the stick up against the fabric of her costume and her stomach and then turned it on. Green electric light shocked her. “AHHH!” Kara cried out until the burst stopped. Kara’s head sank and she hung there, the kryptonite energy racking her powerless body with pain. Her body shuddering a little. Sweat already was dripping off her.
“I hear you and Miss Luthor are quite the item now. I think I should have had a thank you for playing matchmaker, don’t you.” Mercy teased. “By the way, did you know that about your sister” She asked Alex, mockingly.
Before Kara could reply, Mercy pressed the shock stick against Kara’s breast and turned it on. “OH AHHH NO!” Kara cried out again. “Wha-what do… you… you even want…?” She panted as the stick was taken away, this time leaving scorch marks on her costume. Kara looked down at the ground already unable to keep her head up as Mercy pressed it against her other breast. She held it there longer, running it up and down Kara’s body as it spasmed.
The kryptonite energy had kicked her ass when she was at full power, but now it just ravaged her body. Kara stopped crying out, too weak to do so. Sweat dripped down her brow, merging with the tears in her eyes, dripping down her cheeks.
Mercy was just having fun, as she took the sizzling shock stick away she answered Kara’s question. “Oh this is just a little fun. I wanted to give your dear backstabbing sister here something to remember about you. Powerless, weak, crying.” Mercy laughed. “Well, let’s see if I can squeeze some more tears out of you.”
She slowly lifted Kara’s famous red skirt and laughed as she slid the shock stick under it. “N-no..” Kara moaned as she felt the shock stick against her bare thighs, travelling up towards her crotch. “Not so tough now, are you?” Mercy spat coldly at Kara, preparing to turn it on again.
“P-please…. No....” Kara gasped as she felt the kryptonite shock stick rub against her panties.
Then another voice filled the room. “Get away from her, you creep.”
Mercy spun around to see the superheroine Dreamer, Nia Nal, fist outstretched and powered up. “Step away from her.” Mercy did so, wordlessly. “Now drop the stick.” Again Mercy did.
“Nia…? How?” Kara said through gasps. Nia walked over, her fist still pointed at Mercy and she used her powers to break the handcuffs, catching Kara on her short fall down from where she was hanging.
Nia gently helped Kara settle to the floor. “Sorry I’m late, I had a vision to come to these coordinates. Of course I didn’t realise this is what would be happening.”
“You have… some very convenient powers…” Kara gasped.
Nia turned back to Mercy, who had backed up and was looking for an exit. “You. You’re the one that.. that..” “Showed you a good time?” Mercy cruelly deadpanned.
Nia thought back to being captured, being used by Mercy - the humiliation. She saw the Phantom Zone gun on the table. She grabbed it and pointed it at Mercy. “I don’t know what this does, but I bet it hurts.” As Nia pulled the trigger, Kara and Mercy both cried out. “No!!” Instead of firing at Mercy, the gun - old experimental tech that had not been looked after - simply exploded in Nia’s hand, sending her flying backwards.
“Talk about convenient.” Mercy rabbited, running to another room. “Plan B it is then.” She muttered.
Kara had managed to get the collar off. Her powers were slow to return after the kryptonite exposure and the lack of sunlight in the bunker, but she was able to stand up. “Nia, are you ok? She rushed over to her fallen friend as quickly as she could, her costume scorched by the explosion. “It’s one of the reasons Lex never used it, incredibly unstable. The moment I saw Mercy had it, I knew we’d be ok.” She cradled Nia who groaned, she was ok, but hurt enough to be out of the fight.
Kara helped Nia up, gave her a hug and then snapped the chains holding Alex, catching her and removing the gag. “We’ve got a lot to talk about, I’ll be back.”
“You and Lena huh?” Alex replied with an exhausted smile.
“Yeah, who would have thought it.” Kara smiled back, hugging her sister. “You two get out of here. Call the DEO. And… Lena. Please..”
“Ok, but Kara, but.. your powers…” Alex started to say.
“I’ve got more than enough to finish that witch.” Kara told her, turning and walking towards where Mercy had headed. “Time to finish this!”
She walked fast with a strong stride, but the moment she turned the corner Kara nearly fell over. She had put on a show for Alex and Nia’s sake, but she wasn’t feeling very strong. The effort needed to snap the chains holding Alex had surprised her. Now walking through the lead lined walls of the bunker, she was lost in the darkness.
Kara powered up her heat vision to provide some light, but even that was dim. Then suddenly she felt a smack across her back that sent her stumbling forward. “Ahh!” Kara turned and faced Mercy, now back in the Captor mask she had worn previously. She held a nightstick in her hand. “Power dampening collar or not, you’re not at 100% at all are you sweetie?”
“More than enough to finish you off.” Kara shot back, but as she walked forward, Mercy caught her in the gut with the nightstick with three quick shots. She then darted off into another room. “Ah.. ow…” Kara grunted, trying to get herself together. "You deserve what's coming to you Mercy." Kara said through gritted teeth.
She walked through, following Mercy. Unable to see through the lead, she was surprised by the size of the room. It crackled with electricity and was filled by a giant machine, one of Lex’s inventions. Kara recognised it, one of the ones Clark had told her about. He had been laughing when he spoke about it, how ridiculous it seemed. “… and we swapped places…” He had said. But as Kara walked into it, now facing Mercy, her stomach still sore from the nightstick shot, she didn’t think it was all that funny. She was slowly realising Mercy’s plan.
“Mercy! What is this!?” Kara shouted over the hiss of the electricity.
“Plan B.” Mercy replied, hitting a button.
Suddenly the electricity became a blinding white light and Kara felt herself losing consciousness.
“Kara! Kara wake up!!” Lena Luthor was crouched next to Kara’s body, desperately trying to wake her up.
DEO officials and Alex surrounded Mercy’s body, also down on the ground. Alex looked at the machine that surrounded them. “No idea what this is…”
Suddenly, Kara’s eyes opened and she sat up sharply. She looked around, seemingly getting her bearings back, then she looked and saw Lena. She could see her reflection in Lena’s eyes. A wide smile broke on Kara’s face and she instantly gave Lena a passionate, powerful kiss.
Across from them, Mercy started to wake up. Her mask muffled and distorted her voice as she sat up and seemed to stare at Kara and Lena. “No… -ena… that’s not…. she’s Mer-“
Alex cut her off and knocked her down with a single punch. “That’s quite enough out of you.”
Lena and Kara laughed. The nightmare was over. Mercy had been defeated. “Nice move sis. Hit her again, just to be sure.” Kara laughed again.
The DEO and Alex took Mercy’s unconscious body onto a stretcher and took her out of the room and towards the exit of the bunker. “Where will you take her?” Lena asked, following them whilst Kara stayed in the room.
“Somewhere deeply unpleasant.” Alex replied.
Back inside the room, Kara looked around. No one seemed to understand the machine, except her of course. She looked at the controls and stared at it for a long time, until finally her famous heat vision fired and she melted it.
Of course, this wasn’t really Kara.
The body swap machine Lex had spoken about, had invented. Mercy had figured out how to use it. She had known the Phantom Zone gun wouldn’t work and had planned to lure Kara into this room from the start.
So now, Mercy was in the body of Kara and Kara was in the body of Mercy.
“The most powerful woman on the planet. About time.” Mercy whispered to herself.
“What was that, love?” Lena walked back in.
“Nothing. I was just thinking, I’ve had enough good girl super heroics for one day. Now I want to be bad.” She turned to Lena and quickly pulled her close. Lena flashed a massive smile, no idea that the woman she loved had been replaced. Mercy kissed her aggressively. Already thinking of what she could get up to in this new body.
Part 10: Mercy Graves takes over
Mercy Graves, in the body she had stolen from Kara Danvers floated above the clouds in what was now HER Supergirl costume. Her blonde hair and red cape billowing in the wind as she looked down at what was now her apartment with curiosity.
She had been trying to master using Kara’s super speed in the handful of days since the body swap had happened and spotting the open window Lena had left, decided this was a chance to try it out. She didn’t want any nosy neighbours bothering her.
She flew through the window at super speed, mistiming stopping her momentum and sending a kitchen table flying into the wall. “Oops.” She smirked as she floated above the linoleum.
Mercy hovered through Kara’s apartment - well, it was hers now wasn’t it? Everything that had belonged to Kara was now hers to do what she saw fit with. She tossed photos of Kara with friends and family on the floor, taking them from the walls and tossing them over her shoulder. Just because she could. She floated through her living room into the bedroom.
The bed was still unmade from how Kara and Lena had left it days before. Mercy sneered to herself. “This is it?” All those years being a hero to the city and Kara Danvers’ apartment was about the size of one of Lex’s guest rooms.
Since the swap over, she had spent a few nights at Lena’s place - that big penthouse - and she had been putting off coming home. Lena didn’t seem to be complaining. Another Luthor for her little black book, Mercy had mused. But by the third night, Lena’s affections for her had started to feel cloying. She needed space and by now it was clear that the real Kara was not coming back to confront her. Alex hadn’t provided a lot of details about what they had done with her, but it was clear Mercy could relax.
She stopped daydreaming as she caught sight of herself in the mirror and did a double take. This was taking a little time to get used to. Mercy had always liked the way she looked, but she couldn’t deny going from her forty something body to that of a Goddess in her late 20s felt like something of an upgrade. She would have to do something about the way she dressed though. How many frumpy sweaters could one person own?
She scanned the room and found what she was looking for at the bottom of a closet. Mercy tossed a variety of Kara’s Supergirl costumes onto her bed, including the one that she herself had cut open with a kryptonite knife. She found a box at the back that she tore open, it was full of little trinkets and mementos from all these years crimefighting. Little notes from Barry, Diana, Kate and the rest.
Then she came across a note from Kara’s cousin. It was so wholesome and supportive that it made her gag. It was signed at the bottom by Superman. She put two and two together. “Huh, Clark Kent is the big blue Boy Scout. Didn’t see that coming.” She picked up one of the pictures from the floor, Kara and Clark posing together in their secret identities. Staring at it hard, Mercy still couldn’t see Superman in the big dumb farm boy making a goofy face. She tossed it back down, hoping to put that reunion off for as long as possible.
Mercy collapsed on the bed, for the first time finally feeling tired. The past few days had been a rush of adrenaline to say the least. She lay there quietly, not moving, taking in the world.
She could hear her downstairs neighbour speaking to the TV. Could see through the ceiling and watch her upstairs neighbour on an exercise bike. “Good idea, you need to lose a few pounds.” She cattily muttered to herself. Across the street she heard dogs barking and a conversation in a corner shop. This could get overwhelming, but it was also exhilarating.
Kara had spent a decade using these powers for good - to help people. How boring. How unimaginative, Mercy thought to herself. Did the girl ever let loose and have any fun? Looking around the small apartment full of mementos that made Mercy roll her eyes, she didn’t think so. She scanned the apartment, amazed that she didn’t see any “Live, Love and Laugh” decorations. This girl was seriously guileless. No edge to her whatsoever.
But, Mercy wasn’t blind to what she had built for herself. Two good careers, though having listened to her voicemails and read through her emails (thank God for facial recognition software), she knew at least one of those careers needed course correcting with her own attitude. Lots of friends, a world famous and very rich lover and - as she rolled onto her side and peered into a mirror - an utterly amazing ass.
Yes, there was a lot to work with here. Having thought about it, Mercy had decided against tearing it all down. What would the harm be in picking up Kara’s life, but living it her way? Doing it right? Clearly Kara had not been living up to her full potential, Mercy planned to change all that.
She lay back down on her back, a smile on her face. She started thinking of that potential. Mercy Graves’ mind at the wheel of the most powerful woman on the planet…
The first thing she did was go out on the town. Mercy had been unimpressed with Kara’s closet of outfits, but that was no problem for someone that could break into an expensive boutique, try on ten dresses, not be seen on CCTV and get out before the alarm had been ringing for even thirty seconds. Mercy had walked to downtown National City in an expensive, tight black dress. She had stolen a suitable red leather jacket from a girl on her way there, again super speed made stealing so easy - and fun! She had let her blonde hair down but had, for now at least, continued with the glasses as a disguise. When she looked at herself in the mirror, all she could see was Supergirl, but not one person seemed to notice. If anything, they noticed Mercy’s body, which looked so good in that tight dress.
She had walked up to the security of the club, whispered in the ear of one of them that she knew he was carrying a lot of drugs - X-Ray vision was proving useful - and he let her skip the queue and walk right in.
Alcohol didn’t affect her. The lines of coke she stole at super speed from some unsuspecting tech bros in the men’s room didn’t affect her either. But the thumping base of the music was taking a toll with her super hearing. Still, it gave her a chance to practice shutting things out. She had been dancing for a couple of hours, not breaking a sweat and felt like she could keep going all night. After that, it was impossible for her not to notice how all the men and a lot of the women looked at her as she walked from the dance floor to the bar.
She ordered another round, putting it on the very strained Kara Danvers savings account. How could a superhero be so poor? She wondered to herself as she drank a shot and peered down the bar. This was something she was going to have to fix.
She was preparing to quickly zip behind the bar and raid the till for some twenties, maybe help herself to the bar staffs tip jar, when she heard her name. “Kara?” Well not really HER name exactly. “Kara Danvers, what are you doing here?”
Mercy turned around and did not instantly recognise the man standing in front of her. Shit. She thought to herself.
“I wouldn’t have thought this would be your scene.” Adam Foster, handsome a clean cut even after all these years. Cat Grant’s son and Kara’s ex boyfriend, albeit not for very long. He sipped on a Jack and coke. “Nice jacket by the way.” He said, smiling “Not your usual style.”
Mercy could not place him at all. “Thanks.” She replied curtly.
“Not your usual moves over there either. “ Adam continued, clearly very happy to see her face after all this time. She sipped her drink and looked at Mercy intently. “It’s been a while, I’m just in town for a few days. You.. You look good Kara.”
Mercy surpassed a smirk and stood up. In her heels she was as tall as the well meaning, but incredibly bland, man in front of her. She faced him, looking him in the eye and took Adam’s drink from him, snatching it from his hand. Adam’s initial smile drooped and he looked on uncomfortably as Mercy downed it and dropped the glass to the ground. “I didn’t ask.” She finally replied coldly and bumped past Adam.
She walked on, the club was boring her now. Banal men and she couldn’t even get a buzz on. “Hey Kara, where you going… I know it’s been a long time but-“ Adam followed her through the club.
She turned and responded, coldly and cruelly, the tone alien to Kara’s lips. “But what? You have something you want to tell me? Let me guess, you’re someone from my past. Maybe we hooked up once or twice and now you think you’ve got a chance to do it again.” Adam looked back forlornly. This wasn’t the Kara he remembered and he was crestfallen that she clearly didn’t remember him. Mercy walked back up to him, grabbed him by the crotch and whispered in his ear. “You’ve got no idea who I am anymore. Little man.”
She let him go before he started to cry out in pain, then turned and walked out.
“I remember why I stopped coming to these dumps.” She muttered. She glanced at her phone, it was barely 2am. She was restless. She laughed a little to herself as she thought of one person that might be up.
Ducking into an alley, she discarded the stolen jacket like it was nothing and she was soon soaring into the air in the expensive stolen dress, heading across town.
Nia Nal tried to sleep, she had been out all night as Dreamer and it had done her some good to knock out a few criminals. But now she laid on her bed, restless and unable to drift off. The events of the last few weeks running through her head.
She respected Lena Luthor, though she was pretty sure that Lena barely knew her name. But, she had been surprised when Kara had told her something was happening between the two of them. Hurt too. It had felt like a knife being twisted when Kara then explained that what had happened between the two of them had been a mistake. Kara had alluded to, but not spoken too deeply about, the fact that she had been influenced by something or someone. That she had acted out of character.
Nia had thanked her for her honesty, but inside she had been hurt. She had saved Kara later on from Mercy Graves and a part of her had hoped that they would fall into one another’s arms afterwards. That hadn’t been the case, Nia’s heart had broken a little to see Lena and Kara come out of the bunker together arm in arm.
A knock at the window disrupted her thoughts.
She couldn’t see out it from the bed, so Nia got up in her vest top and pyjama bottoms and turned the light on.
Kara was floating outside - well, Mercy but Nia didn’t know that. She was holding a bottle of champagne, pointing at it, smiling.
Nia opened the window. “K-Kara, what are you doing here? It’s so late. Jeez - get in before someone sees you.” She stepped back and let Mercy fly in. Nia could not miss her amazing curves in that tight dress.
“Would you believe, I was pulling the stick out my ass and going out to have a good time tonight - but all I could think about was, where oh where is my beautiful Dreamer.” Mercy had landed on the carpet and was leaning against the wall, taking a moment to struggle with the cork. She didn’t want to destroy the bottle with her super strength.
“I- Kara, aren’t you with Lena? I mean… you said…” Nia stumbled over her words, unsure if she was misreading the situation.
“Yes it’s true. Me and the ice queen, together at long last.” Mercy took relish in saying that with Kara’s own voice. “But… I can’t deny… there’s something about you Nia.” She popped the cork and then took a long drink from the still fizzing bottle. “Here, have some.”
Nia stood arms folded, unsure of the Kara standing in front of her. Mercy noticed the icy reception and softened her tone. “Nia, this whole business with Mercy.. it.. made me realise one thing. Life is short and I.. that we all need to loosen up a little.” Mercy walked forward and stroked Nia’s arm, passing her the bottle. Making her take it. “Don’t you agree?” She asked, looking deeply into Nia’s eyes.
“I- I don’t - I don’t think we should do this to Lena. I-“ Nia held the bottle and didn’t drink from it. She was trying to find the right words.
Mercy cut her off as she grabbed Nia by the crotch, a smile on her face forming when she realised Nia was already semi hard. “Oh you don’t think you can do this do you?” She smirked as she started to rub Nia’s crotch.
“Kara…” Nia softly moaned as she fell forward a little, into Mercy’s arm.
“Shhh… don’t worry, I’m used to keeping secrets. This can be our little secret.” Mercy whispered in her ear. Her hand entering the waistband of Nia’s pyjama bottoms and stroking, then jerking off Nia’s biggest secret. “But you’ll have to behave, Dreamer.”
Nia was weak, she knew it was wrong but Mercy’s touch made her whole body quiver and shake. “K-k-mmmm…“ Nia stuttered and couldn’t even get the name out of her mouth as Mercy stroked her hard cock. When Mercy got on her knees and started to suck her off, Nia felt her knees give way and she fell back against her wall. She started to moan, loudly.
Mercy took every inch of Nia into her mouth, guzzling cock, choking on it. She was more forceful than Kara had been with Nia, even under the influence of pink kryptonite and used a hand to keep Nia pressed against the wall. Not that Nia cared, she played with her own nipples as she sank into absolute pleasure. “Oh… please… don’t stop…” She moaned, no resistance in her, Mercy’s plaything. Not that Mercy was influenced either way by Nia’s desires, but she did not stop. Her lips sucking Nia’s fat cock in her mouth, drool dripping down onto Nia’s carpet.
When Nia felt a climax rising inside of her, she moaned louder. Mercy now abused her super speed a little, sucking cock in and out at an incredible speed. Nia’s seed hit the back of her throat and Mercy sucked that cum down. Every last drop, like she was draining Nia’s soul. Nia’s moans turned to screams of pleasure to the point where she couldn’t take the intensity. Her legs gave way, and it was only Mercy that kept her from sliding to the floor.
“F-f-fuck!” She stammered. “N-never… felt…” Nia couldn’t form words, her brain melting from the intensity of her orgasm.
Finally Mercy stopped and let Nia fall to the floor, exhausted. She stroked Nia’s now damp brunette hair. “Good girl Nia.” She said. “Remember, this is going to be our little secret. Your own personal Super Slut.” Then she held Nia’s hair a little tighter. “Our little secret. Deal?” Nia looked up at her, a mix of lust, confusion and even a little shame. But, she didn’t hesitate to say. “Deal.”
Mercy didn’t stay the night, but did get Nia to let her in on some secrets she had “forgotten” - little reminders that helped paint the picture of who Kara Danvers was a little more for Mercy. She realised she needed to be careful, somehow no one could see through her, but one or two false moves and that would blow her identity and then the fun would stop.
Being in the CatCo offices was an interesting experience. She found herself in the research department with Rose, wondering how the hell Kara had been able to tolerate even a minute of this.
Dressed in a pencil skirt and simple white shirt, with more cleavage than Kara Danvers had ever shown in life, a darker lipstick and her hair down (albeit still with the glasses), Mercy looked like a vamp or borderline femme fatale. She did not look like someone that should be stuck in the newsroom basement all day.
Rose had commented on her appearance, Mercy quickly clocked the insecurities in her comments. She was clearly shy and Kara had clearly given her too much of the time of day. Then she had to listen to Rose droning on and on about Supergirl and how much she looked up to her.
“Bored now.” Mercy simply said and stood up.
“Wait- What - Kara, where are you going?” Her work colleague reacted, watching her stand up and walk out the room. “To get some real work done.” Mercy said flippantly.
She headed back up to the newsroom, exiting the elevator and turning heads as she walked towards the editors office. She barged in, Snapper Carr midway through a discussion with James Olsen. “Danvers, what are you doing, you can’t just-“ He snapped.
Mercy clocked the look James gave her - who was this handsome guy? - then she looked back at Snapper. “I can’t remember the how’s and why’s of why I’m down there with those losers in the basement, but this is bullshit. I’m a star reporter and you’re wasting me. I’m pretty sure somewhere else is going to be happy to pay me what I’m worth, so - I quit.” Cold, calm and cool. Mercy walked right back out of the room.
Snapper was speechless, in his mind he knew Kara was a good - great - reporter. He was giving her some tough love and was planning on bringing her out of the cold. “D-Danvers. Come back. Danvers. Kara! KARA!” He impotently shouted after her.
James for his part was shocked, but couldn’t deny he was impressed. And what was with that outfit?
“James, go speak to her.” Snapper said exasperated.
So James ran after her, catching her in the elevator. “Kara come on, Snapper can be an asshole but-“ Mercy smiled, using Kara’s charms to her advantage. “He’s an asshole and I’m tired of dealing with men like him. It’s time to branch out a little. Make some money, I mean have you seen my apartment?”
James whispered in response. “Is this a money thing, I mean I’m sure the DEO would be able to help you out. Or even Clark and Lois…”
He knows. Popped into Mercy’s head. That hadn’t been in the dossier.
“Listen, James. Don’t worry about me.” She turned the smile up to megawatt proportions as the elevator stopped in the lobby. “I’ll be fine. But maybe… you come over sometime. Feels like it’s been a while since we caught up.” She teased and then walked out suggestively moving her hips, leaving James a little dumbfounded. He couldn’t help but notice her ass in that pencil skirt.
Mercy pulled out a cigarette as she left the building. Not like it could hurt her anyway. She had already moved on from thinking about James - hunk that he was. She wasn’t quite sure her plans for money were, but worst case scenario she’d steal some. Maybe start licensing Supergirl’s image. She smirked, Lex would love that one.
Out of nowhere, her super hearing started to pick up an alarm ringing. She hadn’t had much opportunity to play at being Supergirl so why not start now. She ducked into an alley and changed into Kara’s costume. This was going to need to be changed.
She flew over in full Supergirl costume to the location of the alarm, a simple little jewellery shop. Men in balaclavas were stealing expensive jewellery and threatening the staff. Did they really need five guys? Mercy wasn’t quite sure how Kara would deal with this, but she was sure it would involve a lot of talking and sharing feelings. She rolled her eyes at the thought and walked right in. “Oh - thank God -Supergirl!” The middle aged shop owner cried out.
The first thief went flying through the store’s wall, blood spilling everywhere. “Oops, too hard.” Mercy smirked. The second thief surprised her with a crowbar that simply bent over her shoulder. “Pathetic.” She coldly spat. She meant to incapacitate him with her heat vision, but hadn’t fully gotten it under control - cutting through his shoulder and destroying the tills and some of the cabinets. The thief went down screaming in pain whilst three more ran out.
Mercy picked up a cabinet, pulling its attachments from the wall and threw it through the shops window at them, hitting one and scaring the other two. She used her super speed to run out side and pick up the bags they had dropped and tossed them back into the shop.
She let the three of them escape, shrugging her shoulders as they got in a getaway car. “At least they didn’t take the jewels.”
She turned back to see the shop pretty much destroyed. Cabinets and tills now twisted and broken, walls destroyed, the shop window smashed, a fire starting that she quickly put out with her cold breath. “No need to thank me.” She said, play acting Supergirl. “Though maybe a diamond or two wouldn’t go amiss.”
The shop keeper was on his knees in tears, surrounded by the smashed remains of his business. “My shop, my beautiful shop…”
Mercy shrugged and leap into the air. “Hope you have insurance.” She smiled.
Mercy flew straight to the DEO headquarters. She had something she needed to do.
Facial recognition let her in and she walked through the corridors, whilst soldiers smiled at her, her super hearing picked up snippets of conversation. Alex was here and would likely want to talk to her. She wasn’t ready to try and bluff her way through that one yet, the sister was as good a candidate as anyone for sniffing out the body switch.
Still, she found a computer and went to work. She was ready to hack it all over again, but again facial recognition gave her all the access she needed. She had a little USB stick with her and proceeded to quietly and quickly download all the information she needed. A lot of secrets.
“Kara.” A voice behind her, just as she was finishing up, closing down the system.
“Alex. How are you?” Mercy replied flatly, trying to read the room.
“I’d be a hell of a lot better if you’d pick up the phone. We gave Mercy Graves to Waller and her team, some of the stuff she was saying - we had to sedate her.” Alex stood behind Mercy, dressed for a mission, arms folded.
“What sort of things? She’d dangerous, we can’t trust her.” Mercy stood up and faced her “sister.” “Things that she shouldn’t know. But then she did have that dossier.” Alex clearly didn’t believe a word coming out of Mercy Graves’ mouth.
“Ah yes, your famous dossier. Caused us a lot of problems didn’t it?” Mercy smiled, a little cruelly.
“Well.. yes, but.. Listen I’m sorry Kara, it wasn’t done with any intentions to hurt you it-“ Alex had clearly been saving this apology up for a while. But Mercy wasn’t really that interested in hearing it. But, looking Alex up and down in the tight catsuit she was wearing, some other thoughts had crept into her head.
“You just really, really liked looking at me. Studying me right?” Mercy stepped forward, suddenly awkwardly close to Alex. “Tell me, do you like what you see?”
Mercy leant in and out of nowhere planted a kiss on Alex’s lips. Alex pushed her back, shocked. “Kara! What are you doing?”
Mercy put a finger to Alex’s lips. “Shhh. Don’t tell me you’ve not thought about this before.”
She kissed Alex again and pulled her close, Kara’s lips against Alex’s. For a moment, Alex struggled then even seemed to be returning the kiss, her heavy breathing noticeable as their bodies touched. But then she pulled away. “N-no this is wrong Kara. God, I-I never thought you felt like this..”
Alex ran out of the room. Mercy stood smiling, laughing a little. She was doing a world class job of shaking up Kara Danvers’ life. She’s not my sister, she thought to herself, shrugging.
As Mercy flew back towards the city, she knew she would need to go see HER. Miss Luthor. But there was one thing she wanted to do before that.
She tracked down the three criminals she’d let go from earlier pretty easily. Playing pool in the backroom of a sleazy bar by the docks. Dirt and grime covered the walls, Mercy could see it in highest definition with her super vision. Mercy entered the room, still in her full Supergirl immaculate costume. “Hello boys.” She deadpanned as an 8 ball hit the corner pocket.
The criminals stood in shock.
“You and you, get out.” Mercy pointed at a couple of hangers on. They ran out and she closed the door. “You know boys, you really fucked that poor man’s business up earlier. He was in tears and everything.” She giggled a little at the thought. They still stood silently, a little shocked to hear the word “fuck” come out of Supergirl’s mouth, not to mention her callous attitude towards the man they stole from.
“I can’t really have criminals running around my city, but well, what can I say - I have needs and you boys might have your uses.” She stated matter of factly, looking suggestively at the three of them. “Needs?” One of them replied.
“Needs.” Mercy said. She walked over to the pool table and then, turned around and seductively bent over it. “Needs, that I think you can help me with.” She lifted her red skirt, spread her legs wide and showed off her pretty pussy to the room. "What can I say boys, you just won the lottery."
“Is this… a trick?” Another one of them spoke up.
“No trick, I just noticed you boys earlier, thought I'd track you down for what you did and what can I say - I've had a change of heart, and I've always wondered what this would be like. I bet it’s crossed your mind before, hasn’t it.” All three half nodded, of course it had. “One rule. Tell no one. Of course no one will believe you anyway, and hell, maybe my reputation could do with getting dirtied up a bit... Now come on, time is wasting. Come fuck Supergirl.” She wiggled her pale ass in their direction.
And that is how Supergirl ended up in a gang bang at the docks.
The men were not gentle with her, not that Mercy wanted them to be, nor could she really feel it. Her ass and tits slapped, hair pulled back. She pulled her costume down for them, revealing her pale tits as one of them began to fuck her tight pussy hard from behind.
Another climbed on the table, slapping his cock against her cheeks until she hungrily snatched it in her mouth and started to suck on it. The third man simply jacked off at the sight of Supergirl getting spit roasted on a pool table, ready for his turn with her. Her drool dripping onto the table and her grunts filling the room.
Mercy felt her skirt getting torn off and pulled the cock out of her mouth, hard in her hand as she jacked it off. “Yes! Can’t you fuck me harder than that?” She demanded.
The man behind her pumped her hard, slow, hard thrusts - his cock pounding Mercy’s tight cunt and making her moan. She felt his cock throb inside her and knew what was coming before he did, bucking her hips, making it come quicker - warm cum filling her up. “Yes! Fuck me! Fuck Supergirl!” She screamed, cumming hard herself before taking the other cock back in her mouth.
She sucked on that cock as another slid inside her, cum still running down her thighs. Mercy found herself starting to float a few inches off the ground as she was pounded hard for a second time. She felt the warm taste of pre-cum on her tongue as the man inside her started to climax. She let him pull out and stuck out her tongue, encouraging him to finish there. She licked the tip and felt it spurt out onto her tongue.
Then it wasn’t long before she was filled up a second time. The man behind her just couldn't handle Mercy grinding her hips against him. In no time he was cumming inside the beautiful heroine. She wouldn't let him stop until every last drop was inside her.
Afterwards, she stood back up, panting as she pulled her costume back up in front of them, miraculously not a drop of cum on it. "Thanks boys." She smiled, licking cum from her hand. No one had recorded the event, and honestly with her reputation it was unlikely anyone would believe a word, even if the men decided to crow about it. Still she made a point before she left, stopping to pick one of them up over her head. “Not. A. Word.” She said, her eyes glowing red. The men all swore they would keep it to themselves.
“I’m not used to being kept waiting.” Lena said an hour later as Mercy landed at her penthouse balcony. “James called, he told me what happened in the office today. Said he’s worried about you. Should he be?”
“I quit, if that’s what you’re referring to? Snapper Carr is a piece of shit.” Mercy replied, a little bite in her response.
“I’m not. I get it, you’ve been there for years. He disrespected you despite everything you've achieved there. Carr is a dick. But it just seems so out of character.” Lena softened her tone, smiling, walking up to Mercy. She was already dressed in a beautiful gown. “You’re usually such a-“ “Stuck up, superior bitch?” Mercy interrupted and finished Lena’s sentence.
“I was going to say, such a martyr about these things. I can’t deny I like hearing about you stand up for yourself.” Lena leant in and hugged Mercy, then she bit her ear. “I like the idea of you having a little edge, Danvers.”
Mercy smiled, Lena could pretend to be all goody, goody, but she was still a Luthor, still far from pure. Still with a dark side. She presented her pale neck for Lena and smiled as she felt her soft lips kissing it. “You know, we don’t have to go to this stupid gala tonight.” Lena whispered.
“Oh no? Not ready to show me off to the world yet?” Mercy replied.
“You know, once we do it - there’s no going back. Doesn’t that scare you a little?” Lena replied, softly kissing her neck again.
“Nothing scares me, haven’t you heard. I’m Supergirl.” Mercy replied. She let Lena pull down her costume and gasped as Lena started to slowly head south with her kisses. Mercy had enjoyed fucking around - hoped Lena wouldn't be able to smell the dirty men she'd just fucked on her - but she was actually quite enjoying Miss Luthor's attention.
She moaned as Lena enveloped her nipple with her mouth and started to suck on it. She'd pulled most of Mercy's costume off her, exposing her pussy to the room. If she'd looked closely she might have seen the dried cum on Mercy's thighs but she didn't. Instead her fingers were already going to work on her clit.
Lena was crouching in a $7,000 gown, sucking Supergirl's tits and fingering her. Mercy couldn't help but moan, moving closer to yet another orgasm.
The way the men had fucked her, that had felt good but this was even more of a turn on. She shuddered at Lena's touch and grabbed her hair. Lena stopped what she was doing and with a smile told her. "No touching, I've already had it done."
Mercy found herself letting go of her hair and letting Lena tell her what to do, her touch was too invigorating, too intoxicating for her.
She came hard, yet again. Squirting on the expensive floorboards of Lena's penthouse. For a moment, as she sat down and breathed Lena in. Mercy considered for the first time, perhaps it would be foolish to end things here too quickly.
Later that night the two of them went out and came out together at a city gala. Mercy had a daring gown picked out for herself and at one point considered revealing her secret identity to the crowd. It was a flight of fancy, but she was enjoying upending things. What more changes could she make to Kara’s life? All those powers and had the girl ever really lived a day in her life? Why not live it up a little?
Lena, Alex, Nia, James - none of them could tell she wasn’t really Kara. And that suited her, and her plans, just fine.
As she sipped on champagne and ate the caviar Lena had paid for, she considered the secrets she had stolen from the DEO. Information about her new body and more. Plus one little nugget of information that made her heart beat faster. The last known location of Lex Luthor.
She downed her drink.
She would start looking for Lex. He was apparently halfway around the world, but she knew she could find him. Then, who knows, maybe she’d continue improving Kara Danvers’ life. Or maybe Lex could help her become herself again, with some improvements of course. She had no interest in giving up these powers. Nor, as the night wore on, did she particularly want to give up the girl.
She took another glass of champagne and posed for more pictures with Lena. A kiss for the camera. Why at this rate, Kara Danvers was about to become as big a star in the news tomorrow as her alter ego. She gazed at Lena's beautiful face and body. She wasn't the Luthor she'd always wanted, but it could be worse. They kissed again.
Mercy had won.
Across the country in a small, dark cell, the real Kara Danvers, albeit in the body of Mercy Graves sat chained up. It was all overkill, she wasn't a danger to anyone. She had none of her powers and none of the tricks Mercy would have had at her disposal. Her hands were cuffed tightly, ankles too. The room was tiny and Kara was very uncomfortable.
Days and weeks had merged into one. She wore a convict’s outfit and couldn’t remember the last time she had seen the sun. She felt sweaty, dirty and cold. And thirsty. All feelings she was not used to as National City’s protector.
It had barely been a few weeks ago that she had seen herself as the untouchable heroine, a beaming light of hope and someone that no one could mess with. But Mercy Grave had shown Kara that this wasn't the case. That even the most powerful, most heroic people could be gotten to.
Now Kara sat in a miserable daze, thinking back over everything she had done wrong, how she had been tricked and outsmarted. She thought about everyone in her life. Surely someone - Alex, Nia, James - Lena - would realise that something was wrong, that the real Kara was far, far away right now. Surely the rescue party was just around the corner, like the first time Mercy had captured her. Back when it was all about a mysterious Captor, a supervillain with a mystery identity - something Kara was used to dealing with. Not whatever this was now.
The door to her cell opened with a sudden bang, waking her from her miserable and helpless daydreams, and a familiar figure walked in. Kara tried, as she done several times before, to convince a person in front of her that something was direly wrong. “Please, get in touch with the DEO and J’onn - The Martian Manhunter. Have him read my mind he-“ “Quiet, Miss Graves. This song and dance is getting pathetic.” The voice of Amanda Waller, The Wall, cut her off and she looked down, looming over Kara. If Kara had hoped for pity or empathy, this person before her was the worst possible visitor. Waller was, always was, all business.
“I’ll keep it short. I’m here to tell you where things go from here. We know you were able to take down the superheroes Dreamer and even more impressively, that Kryptonian nuisance Supergirl. I can use that. Frankly Miss Graves your talents are too good to waste having you locked up. Whats more, there are reports that your brother - Otis, Metallo, whatever you want to call him - is looking for you. I can use him too.”
“U-use us for what?” Kara almost whispered, fearing what the answer was going to be.
Waller paused a moment, before a simple sentence sent Kara’s heart racing. “Tell me Miss Graves. Have you heard of Task Force X?”