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The following is a work of erotic fiction and
includes scenes of consenting adults engaged in
sexual activities. It includes characters that are
copyrighted by DC Comics. This story is
intended for the non-commerical enjoyment of the
author and her friends. No copyright infringement is
intended and no profit will be made from the
distribution of this story.
Hello once again. As in the past, comments are both
appreciated and encouraged. Suggestions are also
welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it makes it
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The Comic Stories Should Be Read In This Order
Robin And The Catwoman
Robin On Patrol
Batgirl And Robin
The Erotic Adventures Of Supergirl
Cape And Cowl - The Adventures Of Supergirl And Batgirl
The Erotic Adventures Of Supergirl
Part One
by Ann Douglas
Beads of cold sweat ran down Susan
Wienczorkowski's neck as she carefully navigated
the long dark and empty warehouse corridor. Clad
in lightweight body armor, the newest addition to
the Metropolis Special Crimes Unit looked like one
of the troopers from Star Wars. Close behind her
followed a similarly clad associate.
"Wienczorkowski ...west corridor clear."
she said into her helmet's comlink.
With a nod she motioned for her partner,
Sergeant Mike Robinson to cover her as she dashed
across the open space. The tall black man swung his
high powered rifle left to right as Wienczorkowski
surged forward until she flattened against the far
wall.
An anonymous tip had revealed one of the
last Intergang hideaways. The statement that they
were about to bolt from their hideaway had sent the
strike force racing to Suicide Slums to intercept
them before they did. If they could take down this
last group, it would complete the war against
Intergang that started a year before when Clark Kent
of the Daily Planet had written an series of inside
articles that had blown the lid off the organization.
Those and Superman's destruction of most of their
heavy equipment in earlier raids had whittled the
once feared organization down to this last remnant.
"I wish Superman were here with us."
Sergeant Robinson whispered to his partner as he
moved up alongside her. "Intergang has too much
of a track record of coming up with unexpected
surprises."
The lower ranked officer nodded her
agreement. Before leaving headquarters, a call had
gone out for Superman on the radio band they
always used, but no response had come. A hero
with responsibilities the world over, and sometimes
even beyond that, the Metropolis Police Force
couldn't always depend on his being there.
"Looks like it's up to us." she added as she
took a step forward.
Although a newcomer to the SCU, Susan
Wienczorkowski had almost ten years of training to
fall back on. Eight in the United States Army and
the last two on the Metropolis Police Force.
Normally, an officer had to be on the force at least
five years before even applying for the crack unit,
but in Susan's case they were more than happy to
make an exception. She was that good.
Prior to leaving the Army, Susan was well
on her way to becoming the first female member of
Delta Force - the Army's elite counter-terrorist unit.
It had all come down to one final test when she'd
removed her application and resigned instead. A
rumor of lesbianism had surfaced and rather than
deny it or hide behind the military's rather ridiculous
"don't ask, don't tell" policy, Susan had simply said it
was true and let the chips fall where they may.
It was Inspector Maggie Sawyer herself, the
commander of the SCU that had recruited her for
the squad. The fact that Maggie, an open lesbian,
was stretching the rules for another lesbian led a lot
of ignorant people to wonder if the SCU was all
she'd recruited her for. Of course no one who
actually knew either woman would ever think such a
thing.
With a skill honed though long hours of
practice, Susan duplicated Jerry Robinson's actions
of a few moments before as they cleared the last
corridor. Just ahead of them was an open courtyard.
Suddenly, the sound of gunfire erupted from
their comlinks, followed by a series of loud, hurried
commands. The echoes in the courtyard made it
hard to tell from which direction the automatic
weapons fire was coming from.
Susan looked at Mike Robinson for
instructions and he just shook his hand. Whoever
was involved in the firefight would call for help if
they needed it. Meanwhile, their orders were to cut
off any exit from the building.
In a flash of motion, two dark suited figured
bolted from another doorway and out into the
courtyard. Full spead they heading for the kid's
playground beyond. Instantly, Robinson and
Wienczorkowski took off after them.
"Police Officers!" Robinson yelled at the top
of his lungs. "Drop your weapons!"
As one, the two men turned and aimed two
rifles the like of which neither officer had ever seen.
With Intergang, there was no second warning. Both
of the SCU members opened fire, dropping them
where they stood. It was all over in seconds.
In their comlinks they could already hear the
graveled voice of "Terrible Dan" Turpin yelling out
the all clear. The battle was already over.
Securing the weapons of the two gang
members, Robinson turned to say something but was
cut off by a loud crack that ripped though the air.
His body arched backward, bullet holes stitched
across his chest. Training took over as Susan
ignored her partner, praying at the same time that
this body armor was all it was supposed to me, and
whirled in the direction of the shots.
"Raise that weapons and you're dead!" the
woman standing twenty feet across the yard said as
she aimed the small machine pistol right at Officer
Wienczorkowski's head. "Actually, you're dead
anyway." she laughingly added as she applied
pressure to the trigger.
In that split second, a half dozen options
raced through Susan's minds. They all ended the
same way, with her bloodied corpse laying next to
her partner.
With resignation she closed her eyes and
hoped the end would be instantaneous. The short
deafening sound as the machine pistol's magazine
emptied filled the air as the Intergang member sent a
stream of copper jacketed death through the air.
A second passed, then two and Susan
opened her eyes, amazed to still be alive. The sight
in front of her caused them to open even wider.
The figure that now stood between her and
the Intergang Assassin stood 5'7" and weighed about
120 lbs. She had long straight blonde hair that ran
down behind a bright red cape. A tight form fitting
blue shirt topped a red skirt and matching red boots.
Situated across her rounded breasts was an irregular
red and yellow pentagon with a stylized "S" in it.
"Supergirl." Susan mouthed wordlessly in
relief as she saw the small mashed slugs lying at the
Krytonian's feet.
"I suggest you drop the weapon and
surrender." the costumed woman said in a quiet
voice that concealed the awesome power behind it.
"Fuck you, bitch!" the Interganger yelled as
she slammed a second clip into her pistol and
brought it up and pulled the trigger.
Faster that the eye could follow, Supergirl
surged forward and disarmed the killer. She grabbed
the weapon and effortlessly crushed it in her bare
hand. Dropping the now twisted and useless metal
to the ground, she grabber the Interganger by her
blouse and lifted her off the ground.
"That....was a mistake." the blonde haired
girl said in a slow, powerful tone.
Whatever might have followed was
interrupted by the appearance of the rest of the
SCU, led by Maggie Sawyer herself. They fanned
out and covered the yard. Turpin instantly moved to
Susan who was now kneeling by Robinson's side and
trying to undo his body armor.
"It's my fault, Inspector." she said, "I
should've seen her come up behind us."
"No one expects you to see everything."
Dan Turpin said in a reassuring tone. "It's just as
much our fault for letting her get past us."
A low moan from the unconscious Sergeant
brought a smile to Susan's face as she realized that
he was alive.
"His chest armor took most of the impacts."
Supergirl said as appeared behind the two kneeling
officers. The only two bullets that hit him seem to
have done only superficial damage." she added as
she did a quick x-ray scan.
"Thank God." Susan said as paramedics
appeared from the direction of the playground and
immediately went to work on the fallen officer.
Susan stood and watched the paramedics
until they gave her a thumbs up indicating that
Supergirl's prognosis was right on the money. Then
they loaded him onto a stretcher for the quick trip to
Metropolis General. As the ambulance disappeared
in the distance, she wished she could've gone with
him but duty required her to be here. It would be
different if he were still in danger. First she had to
take a second look at what had happened and how
she could've prevented it.
As her body finally came down from her
combat high, Susan had the time to take a second,
better look at the Girl of Steel who was engaged in
conversation with Inspectors Sawyer and Turpin.
Age wise, she looked to be about 20 years
old. She had blue eyes and was pretty in that all
American girl way. Only she wasn't the girl next
store, unless the girl next store came from another
solar system. Her body had the physique of a
moderately athletic young woman, not what you
really expected from someone who could bench
press a diesel locomotive.
Supergirl finished her discussion with the
senior officers and was about to leave when Susan
asked if she could talk to her for a moment.
"Oh course." she cheerfully replied.
"I just wanted to thank you for saving my
life." Susan said as she realized that she was still
wearing her helmet and visor and reached up to take
it off.
"You don't have to thank me." Supergirl said
as she looked into Susan's dark green eyes. "You
and the other officers are the real heroes here. Body
armor not withstanding, you're the ones risking your
lives."
"Be that as it may, I still want to say it."
Susan said as she ran her hand through her short red
hair, restoring a little of the body that the helmet had
flattened out. "And I was wondering if I could
maybe buy you lunch or something in appreciation, I
mean you do eat , don't you?"
"Yes, I do." Supergirl answered with a
smile. "But I'm afraid my schedule doesn't allow me
too many luxuries like that. I do appreciate the offer
though. Now of you'll excuse me."
"Shit, that was stupid!" Susan said to herself
as she watched the blue and red clad woman take to
the sky. "Asking to take her out to lunch. I bet she
thought I was making a pass at her."
The offer had been both genuine and made
on such a spur of the moment, Susan hadn't taken
the time to considered the implications. Her
self-incrimination might've been much less severe if
she could've seen the Girl of Steel pause in flight
some thousand feet up and use her telescopic vision
to take a second longer look at the red-haired
officer.
The afternoon passed quickly for Supergirl
as over the next few hours she twice assisted the
Metropolis Fire Department, located a lost child in
Centennial Park and apprehended four members of
the Police Departments most wanted list. All in all, it
hadn't been a bad day.
"I guess I'll have something to show cousin
Kal when he gets back from his Justice League
mission." Supergirl thought as she flew low over
the city, her long hair blowing in the wind. "Another
day of this, then it's back to the west coast."
Coming in low over the East River Bridge,
Supergirl came to a landing on the north tower. Far
below her, the evening rush hour was just beginning
as the bridge filled with an endless stream of cars
heading out of the city. Sitting on the edge, her long
slender legs dangling in the air, Supergirl envied the
normal people as they began the journey home. At
least they had someone to go home to. Where did
she have to go? At best, she had the keys to her
cousin's apartment if she wanted a place to sleep.
Glancing upward, she could see the first stars
appearing in the early evening sky. It would be a
few hours before it was dark enought for the rest of
the city to see them. The stars were beautiful, but
they weren't the stars of home. Those stars existed
only in memory. If she closed her eyes and
concentrated, she could still see them filling the
night sky of her youth.
******************************************
"I love you, Kara." Jan-La whispered to the
young blonde girl as he kissed her once more.
"I love you too, Jan." Kara said as she
returned the kiss."
"Then why wait?" the young 16 year old
asked. "Who knows what tomorrow will bring?"
Their conversation was a familiar one. One
which young men and woman had been having since
the dawn of civilization. They’d reached the point in
their lives where the lust and impatience of youth
battled with the responsibilities of impending
adulthood.
"My day of ascension is only two months
away. After that we’ll be adults." Kara stated.
"Can’t you wait until then?"
"Two months can be a lifetime." Jan said.
"We should live every day as if it’s our last." he
insisted.
When her mother was her age, Kara thought,
Jan’s words would just be the same argument that
men had always used. But for her generation, they
held a far different meaning. They were the Children
of the Apocalypse - the generation born after the
end of the world. Every day could be their last.
It’d been over ten years since that
cataclysmic night that the planet Krypton had died in
thermonuclear fury. The core of the planet had
always been unstable and a population that prided
itself on it’s intelligence had turned it’s back on the
words of warning. One of the most prominent had
been that of Jor-El. He had been Kara’s uncle.
One of the rising young stars of the Science
Council, he had tried to rally people to a space ark
project to save at least some of the populous. But
space flight had never been a popular endeavor on
Krypton. The official space program had been all but
abandoned after a missile test had gone so totally
wrong and destroyed the small moon Wegthor.
Wegthor had been the site of an ambitious
attempt to colonize one of Krypton's natural
satellites, and 1500 astronauts had died with it.
Because of this, too few believed Jor-El and billions
had met the same fate as those 1500.
Argo City, Kara’s home, had been the
prototype for the Wegthor Colony. A planet bound
space station, it had continued as the most advanced
research and development center on the planet.
Even the air that filled their lungs was filtered and
reprocessed under a clear plasti-steel dome that
covered the small community. One of the members
of the Board of Directors of Argo City was Jor-El’s
younger brother, Zor-El. Convinced that his brother
was right, Zor had kept up to date on his brother’s
star drive research and hoped to incorporate those
designs into Argo City itself.
Time had run out however and on a warm
summer’s night - Krypton and the dreams of nine
billion souls had died. In a hundred billion to one
accident of fate, the land that Argo City had been
built on had been blasted whole into space. A third
of the population had been killed during that rapid
launch into the void, but more importantly, the city
had survived relatively intact.
A space station with no means of propulsion,
Argo City became a lifeboat for the last of the
Kryptonian race. Actually, the last save one. The
automatic systems in Zor-El’s lab had recorded the
launch of one of Jor-El’s prototype starcraft an hour
before the planet’s last gasp. Zor remembered his
older brother telling him that if it came down to the
end, he would send his infant son into space on the
last test ship. Better a chance at life than certain
death. Examining the flight path which his own
computers had recorded as part of their link with his
brother’s, Zor wished his nephew godspeed.
Eventually, life settled down to the closest
they would ever come to normal. In the shielded
sky, the glow of the radioactive rubble that was once
their homeworld joined the gigantic red star to give
the night an eternal twilight glow. Life went
forward, and Zor-El continued his brother's
experiments on the star-drive. Work was agonizingly
slow for he lacked the data on Jor-El's final
breakthrough, but one had to have a dream to keep
yourself going. Then, a year and a half into their
odyssey, Zor-El's wife Allura presented him with
another reason for living - a daughter.
"Kara?" Jan asked as he looked into her blue
eyes.
Kara pulled back from the young man she
loved. She reached up to the zipper of her green
jumpsuit and pulled it all the way down, exposing
her firm young breasts - the envy of many of her
friends. Jan buried his face between her mounds and
covered them with kisses.
The rest of the jumpsuit followed and Jan ran
his hands up and down the length of her body.
Again and again he returned to the bright pink
nipples that capped each breast, tickling each with
his tongue. From her playful encounters with a few
of her girlfriends, Kara knew how enjoyable that
particular action could be.
"One of us is overdressed." Kara noted as
she shifted on the carpeted floor.
Jan stood up for a moment and divested
himself of his own red jumpsuit. Kara watched in
fascinated as his hard cock popped into view, the
first she'd ever seen outside of a medical textbook.
Hesitantly, the young woman reached out and ran
her fingers across it, bringing a loud sigh from his
lips.
"Rao, that feels nice." Jan gasped.
She cupped his balls with her other hand and
rubbed up and down. Jan leaned back and closed his
eyes, enjoying the sensation. She'd come this far,
she told herself, she wasn't going to turn back now.
The naked blonde bent over and took his
erection into her mouth as she had seen in one of the
underground texts her friends had circulated. The
effect on Jan was immediate and pronounced. A
sudden pressure swelled up from his balls and he
thought he was about to explode at her touch.
Thankfully he regained enough control as to not
embarrass himself.
"Mmmm." Kara murmured as her lips slid
up and down her lovers cock. She was surprised she
liked the feel of it in her mouth. Listening to her
friend Zara describe the sensation she thought she
would hate it.
Up and down she went, playing with his balls
at the same time. Jan had shifted his position
enough to run his fingers across the small blonde
bush between her legs. With a practiced skill that
made Kara wondered where he acquired it, Jan
found her stubby clit and began to stroke it in time
with the movement of her head.
As he continued to rub her sexual center, Jan
slid two fingers inside of her, continuing the rhythm
he'd established. Letting his hard cock slip from her
mouth, Kara let out a series of quiet moans that
were music to Jan's ears.
Now it was Kara's turn to lean back and
enjoy the attention. By this time Jan had three
fingers inside of her and had replaced the finger on
her nub with his tongue. Round and round he
swirled, causing tiny sparks to shoot through Kara.
Then he extended his radius and began to slide his
tongue up and down the length of her now wet
pussy.
"That is so nice." Kara said, meaning every
word of it. Neither her own hand or Zara's attempts
during sex play had been as enjoyable.
"Jan, I want you inside me." Kara said
passionately. "I want to love you."
Jan paused and looked up into her blue eyes.
Up until this point, everything they'd done could be
explained away as youthful liberties. Now that they
were there, he had the slightest bit of hesitation.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Yes, more than I've ever been sure of
anything."
Jan moved up and kissed her softly, easing
Kara down to the floor as he did. He parted her legs
with his free hand and pressed his cock against her
moist hole.
Kara helped guide him into her, not that he
needed it. She let out a small gasp as she felt his
cockhead push aside the outer walls of her pussy.
Jan echoed the soft moans as he felt those walls
wrap around his hard flesh. It was such a tight fit
that he was almost hesitant to push forward, afraid
that he would hurt her.
"I'm not afraid." Kara said as she kissed his
ear.
She lifted her ass off the floor as he pushed
and seemed to pull him even deeper. Kara felt a
sudden pressure against her maidenhood and in a
flash of pain surrendered her childhood forever.
The barrier gone, Jan began to slide in and
out of her, sending oscillating waves of pleasure
radiating outward from her sexual core. Waves that
became more frequent and intensive with each
additional thrust.
It wasn't long before the two were matched
in a perfect rhythm. Each thrust being met by that
of the other. Tiny droplets of sweat covered the
warm flesh of each of them as they lost themselves
more and more in their sexual joining. Eventually,
they weren't even aware of the rapid beating of their
hearts or the short shallow breaths that accompanied
it.
The room that surrounded them quickly
became a blur, no longer part of their existence. For
a brief moment in time, they had transcended their
place in reality. They were among the stars,
constellations in the heavens.
A sudden fear filled Kara's heart. Not the
fear that childhood was gone, but a sudden terrifying
premonition that she'd never know this moment
again. That somehow, her very reality was about to
forever change.
Wrapping her legs around him, she pulled
him deeper inside her, afraid to let him go. Every
stroke of his body was met with an even more
frenzied thrust of her own. She couldn't catch her
breath, couldn't even tell if her heart was still
beating. Yet still she drove on and on. If this was
to be the last moment of her life, she wanted it to be
the moment that she should've had so long ago.
Kara wasn't even aware that she had
screamed, only that her body was quaking with
abandon and her mind was filled with a longing she's
never known.
Past and present collided with an uncertain
future, ripping her body apart from deep within. It
was like she was floating, every nerve of her body
alive with euphoric joy. As if every day of her brief
life up to now were but a prelude to this one perfect
moment.
It took a few moments for the two lovers to
refocus their attentions to the world around them.
When they finally did, they became abruptly aware
of the sirens piercing the night air. Kara jumped up
and looked out the window to see people running in
the streets and lights coming on all over the city.
"Something's happened!" she exclaimed as
she grabbed her coveralls off the floor and quickly
put them on.
"Kara....I ....I love you." Jan said as he
dressed as well.
"I love you too, Jan." she responded as she
gave him a quick kiss. "I have to get home, let my
father know I'm OK."
"I understand." Jan said as he gave her a
second kiss. "Meet me tomorrow morning?" he
asked.
"Of course!" she said as she ran out the
door.
As Kara raced through the streets across the
five blocks to her parent's home, she saw a look of
fear and horror on every face she passed. The
peaceful acceptance of life among the void had been
suddenly torn asunder.
"Father!" Kara had called as she ran into
their quarters.
"Kara, thank Rao you're home." Zor-El said,
a look of pain on his face that Kara hadn't seen since
the night her mother had died.
"What's happened?" she asked.
"Our time has run out, my child." he said
with a tone of defeat. "Krypton's long shadow has
caught up to us."
It took her father a few minutes to explain
that Krypton's destruction had sent hundreds of
thousands of asteroid fragments across the solar
system. It was on one such fragment that Argo City
rested. What had happened was that the city's long
range sensors had discovered a shower of such
fragments on a collision course with the city.
Projected impact was in less than ten hours.
"What can we do?" Kara asked as the
enormity of it all sank in.
"There's nothing we can do." the city's
leading scientist said in resignation. "I can't change
the laws of matter and motion."
"The star drive." Kara said, trying to keep
hope alive in her heart.
"It's nowhere near ready." her father said.
"I've only run trials with the....."
A light of inspiration suddenly filled his eyes.
A chance to snatch life from death as his brother had
done years before.
"The prototype, the drive is already installed
on the test ship." he exclaimed. "It can carry one
passenger ... you Kara."
"No, I won't leave." Kara protested.
"There's no time to argue." Zor-El said in a
final tone. "It'll have to launch in the next three
hours, before the smaller fragments enter Argo's
orbital sphere. They're too small to damage the city
but any one of them could be disastrous to the
starcraft."
Kara's mind began to spin, too much was
happening too fast. To many changes to her life.
She needed time to sort it all out - time she didn't
have.
Before she knew it, her father had finished
programming the navigational computers on the
prototype with the flight plan he'd recorded so many
years before. With it, his daughter would follow
Jor-El's son to Earth.
"Ready." he announced. "We should launch
as soon as we can. I'd like to think better of our
fellows, but the end will do strange things to
people."
"Father, I...."
"I love you too." Zor-El said, an eerie calm
passing across his face. "And your mother loved you
so much. May her spirit guide you to your new
home."
Kara stepped into the ship, unable to think
that all she knew was fading with each passing
second. Images flashed across her eyes....friends
who would never see the morning dawn. Jil, Zara,,,
Jan......"
"Oh Jan, I don't want to leave you." she said
to herself as tears ran down her face. "Father, I
can't...."
The words were never finished as Zor-El
took a deep breath and hit the launch button. Kara's
tears were reflected in his own eyes.
"Noooo!" Kara screamed as she hurdled up
and into the endless night.
******************************************
"Damn, I promised I was going to stop
doing that." Supergirl said to herself as she opened
her eyes and looked into the setting golden orb. "I
can't keep living in the past."
She pushed herself off the stone edge and
dropped a hundred feet before she arched her flight
path and glided over the mile long string of
automobiles.
"Might as well give them something to tell
the wife and kids about when they get home
tonight." Supergirl said to herself as she waved to a
few of the motorists.
For a moment, the waves and cheers she got
back made her feel a little better. At least some
people appreciated the difference she tried to make.
"What I need is to wind down a little." she
said to herself "To take the cape off for a while."
With that in mind, she flew high into the sky
in search of distraction.
"Phone call for you Wienczorkowski."
Officer Murphy called from across the room. "Line
four."
Susan Wienczorkowski sighed as she
reached for the receiver. She was never going to get
out of here tonight. After spending two hours at the
shooting scene with an incident team, she'd gone to
the hospital to check on Robinson.
He was still under anesthesia from the
surgery when she was there, but the doctors assured
her that they'd gotten out both bullets clean and he
was expected to make a good recovery. She'd spent
a few minutes with his wife who also wouldn't
accept her statement that it was all her fault. Mrs.
Robinson had been a cop's wife far too long and had
already been told exactly what happened by Dan
Turpin.
Back at the station house waited the usual
mountain of paperwork, the last of which she'd only
just finished. Doubtless this was some clerk upstairs
calling who would take a certain perverse pleasure
in telling her she'd filled out a report wrong and
would have to resubmit it in triplicate before heading
home.
"Officer Wienczorkowski." she said in a tired
voice as she put the phone to her ear. "What can I
do for you?"
"This is Supergirl." said a soft voice over
the receiver. "I was wondering if that dinner offer
still stands."
"Yeah, right, and I'm Sharon Stone." the
redhead replied. "Who put you up to this?...Myers,
Zukowski.... I know, Martinez, this is her kind of
joke."
"This isn't a joke." the voice on the other
end of the phone said reassuringly.
"Look, its been a real long day and I'm
tired." Susan replied. "If this is really you then you
won't mind proving it."
"All right, wait a second....." said the voice.
Leaning back in her chair, Susan expected
the phone line to go dead at that point, the joke
gone sour. Instead she came back on the line.
"Would it help convince you if I pointed out
that today your wearing red panties with a white
trim." she said.
"That was pretty evident to everyone in the
woman's locker room when I changed this
afternoon." Susan replied. "I'm afraid you'll have to
do better than that."
"Go to the window on the left side of the
room and look across the street." the soft voice
said.
Surprised that there hadn't been another
attempt to describe some other object of her apparel,
Susan put the phone down and walked to the
window. She looked out across the street and
almost fell back in surprise. Standing on the roof of
the bank was a familiar red and blue figure holding a
cellular phone in her hand.
Susan's first thought was that Martinez had
really gone the distance on this practical joke. That
bubble burst when she realized that the woman in
blue wasn't standing on the roof of the bank, she was
standing two feet to the right of it - in open air.
"Oh shit!" she exclaimed as she practically
raced back to her desk and grabbed the phone.
"It's really you!" she blurted out. "I'm sorry
I thought someone had overheard that stupid
invitation I'd made and was using it to play some
sort of joke on me and....."
"Oh, then you really didn't mean the
invitation." Supergirl said, her voice reflecting just a
slight hint of disappointment.
"No!....I mean yes, of course I did." Susan
stammered.
"Well then what time would be good for
you?" Supergirl asked.
Susan looked at her watch. Twenty minutes
to get home, half hour...no, forty-five minutes to
shower and change clothes. That'd put it about
seven-thirty.
"Seven-thirty?" she suggested.
"Why don't we make it eight, just to be
sure." Supergirl replied.
"Fine, its a date." Susan said without
thinking.
"Oh, and Susan....the name's Kara."
Supergirl concluded.
"Kara, that's a beautiful name." Susan said as
they broke the connection.
A few seconds after she'd replaced the phone
on it's cradle, she realized what she'd said and felt a
little silly. After all, it was just a friendly dinner,
why had she called it a date.
Yet at the same time, Supergirl hadn't
corrected or objected to her characterization either.
Or was she just reading too much into it all. Either
way, she'd better get moving.
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