A Meeting with Supergirl

I grin as I sit back on the park bench.

This might end up being easier than I thought.

I mean I was expecting the mighty Supergirl’s alter ego to be a bit less imposing than her superhero persona, but the eponymous Kara Danvers was far more timid than I ever imagined. She’d been reduced to a stuttering mess multiple times during our short conversation.

My grin grows wider as I imagine how a sweet girl like that would react to the things I had in store for her. This operation of mine is going to be even more fun than I’d originally guessed.

Speaking of the operation…

I wipe the stupid grin off of my face. It wouldn’t do if my guest showed up to find me grinning like an idiot when I was supposed to be a nervous informant in fear for his life.

I check my watch. 1:29.

Kara Danvers agreed that her ‘friend’ Supergirl would meet with me at 1:30. It gave her plenty of time to research me and scan the meeting place for threats or surveillance. The research would turn up nothing, of course. My civilian identity as Gerry Manheim is a secret whose integrity I’ve meticulously maintained over the years. As for threats and surveillance, I’m hardly stupid enough to believe I could hide either from a woman with x-ray vision.

There’s a sudden rush of air, followed by a soft thump, as the Maiden of Steel herself lands in front of me.

I check my watch. 1:30 exactly.

“Gerry Manheim?” She asked, fists on her hips.

“Y-Yes…” I stammered, only half a performance.

I understand fully now how even close friends might not be able to make the connection that Supergirl and Kara Danvers are the same person. In costume, she radiated an authority and a confidence that is completely absent in her civilian identity. Offhandedly, I wondered exactly which persona was her ‘true’ self. Or was it perhaps a mixture of the two?

The blonde kryptonian nods. “Kara Danvers tells me that you have some information for me?”

“Yes.” I say, a voice crack forcing me to clear my throat. “Yes. It’s about The Patriarch. I know who he is. That is, I know who he really is.”

“And just who is he exactly?”

Oh he’s an identity I’ve spent the last five or so years fabricating. I think to myself. A person with a credit score, forwarding address, and even a social security number, but one that’s about as real as Powergirl’s tits, Supergirl.

“He’s a man named Patrick Kincannin.” I say. “He’s a… He’s a regular at the electronics repair store that I own.”

“What makes you so sure that this Patrick Kincannin is The Patriarch?”

“Well, I always had my suspicions.” I explain. “At first, it was little things. The tech that he always came in to buy was pretty obscure. Nothing that aroused suspicion, but you notice when you have to order enough custom parts for someone.”

“If you had your suspicions, why didn’t you ever come forward with anything?” Supergirl folded her arms. “Why not go to the police with what you know?”

“It’s just… well…” I begin to fidget, selling the nervousness of a man trying to come clean. “He tips well. Very well. Well enough that I looked forward to whenever he needed something because I knew it meant a big payday.”

Supergirl sighed, but said nothing.

“But that all came to an end after his latest order.” I continue. “He’s… He’s planning something big. Something that you need to stop.”

“What was the order?” She asks, brow slightly furrowed.

“A reservoir, about the size of a breadbox, but with very specific specifications about the glass.” I nervously lick my lips. “It needed to be watertight, which was common enough, but he also needed the glass to be laced with a mesh of conductive and extranormal metals. A reservoir like that would have a very specific use case…”

“What sort of use case?”

“Containment of a psychic entity.”

Supergirl’s eyes widened.

“There’s only… there’s only one thing I could think of that would need to be sealed in a water-tight, psychic-tight container.” I say, voice quavering convincingly.

“Starro…” Supergirl whispered. “A Starro Drone!”

“Exactly!” I whisper-scream. “Can’t you see? This is why I came to you. This is a threat that only you could deal with! It’s a supervillain, and worse yet, it’s a supervillain with a mind controlling starfish at his disposal!”

“You’re right.” Supergirl nods. “I can’t imagine what he might be trying to do with something as dangerous as a Starro Drone. If he could harness its power…” She shakes her head. “No, that’s not something I want to think about. Thank you Gerry, I’ll move on this as soon as I can.”

She turns and bends slightly at the knees, ready to take off.

“No! Wait!” I shout.

She turns and looks at me quizzically.

“There’s more!” I whisper frantically, looking around. “There’s more!”

She gestures for me to go on.

“I… I don’t know what I was thinking… It was dangerous and a stupid idea, but…” I fidget some more. “After figuring it all out, when I handed over the part to him I… I tailed him after he left my store.”

“What?!”

“I know! I know! It was stupid, but… but I got some more useful information!” I say. “After buying the reservoir, he took it with him to um… to well… uh…”

“It’s okay, you don’t have anything to be afraid of.” Supergirl says reassuringly.

“Oh, it’s not that. It’s just that he went to… Well, I’m just going to say it. He went into a brothel!”

Supergirl blinks a few times and gets visibly redder. “...Oh!”

“Uh… yeah.”

She coughs. “Um, continue.”

“Right, so I wait outside for him to come out, but after about three hours, he never does!” I say. “So I get suspicious and I… Well, I go in after him.”

“Gerry!”

“I know! I know! It was dangerous, but I wasn’t really thinking at the moment. All I could think about was doing the right thing.” I sigh, and the rest of my words come out in a breathless rush. “So I go in, and there’s this receptionist there, and I tell her I’m looking for Patrick Kincannin. She asks me what the password is, and I say, ‘Password?’ So she rolls her eyes at me and says, ‘Oh, I get it, you’re a friend of Patrick’s that wants to watch. Listen, I’ll give you the password just this once and let you in, but tell that idiot that he needs to at least give his buddies the password if he’s going to refer them here, okay? We can’t just let anyone in. He should be in an hour.’ So I tell her I’m sorry, and I give her the password, and I head inside.”

Supergirl waits patiently as I catch my breath.

“So…” I continue. “This brothel, it’s uh… It’s high end, and it caters to… well it caters to just about every fetish you could think of, from what I saw. Apparently that includes voyeurism because that’s um, that what they thought I was into. Anyway, they led me into a room with a one way pane of glass and well… uh…”

Supergirl was definitely red faced now. “Does this… Does this really have any bearing on The Patriarch or…?”

“Oh! Y-Yes! I was just getting to that!” I cough. “As it turns out, The Patriarch… well, Patrick Kincannin is a… well… he’s a… performer.”

“Oh… Oh!” Supergirl’s eyes widen and her face gets even redder. “I… I see…”

“Right well… As he was doing his um… work. I noticed that he had a tattoo of a red fish on his hip.” I say, continuing the story. “I um… left pretty quickly after that, the place charged by the hour, and it was… expensive.”

“Okay… Okay.” Supergirl put her hands back on her hips. “This is a lot of information to process. Regardless, if you’re right about the reservoir that you sold him, and what it might be used for, I think I need to move on this quickly. Thank you for all your help Gerry, I’ll try to apprehend Patrick Kincannin as soon as possible.”

“Um… How? If you don’t mind my asking?” I ask.

“I’m going to head into the brothel you mentioned and-”

“No! You can’t do that!” I gasp. “I forgot to mention, whoever owns the place has superhero-proofed it! And since it’s here in National City, I have to assume they’ll have put in contingents just for you! If you go in, you could die!”

A determined expression comes over Supergirl’s face. “The Patriarch could have something in his possession that once took the entire Justice League to take down. I have to find him. I have to secure it.”

“I know. I know. God help me, I handed him something that could contain it. I want him thrown in a cell just as bad as you.” I harden my expression. “But maybe it’s best if we handle this with subtlety. Kara said that he keeps outsmarting you and escaping, right?”

“Um. Well, I don’t think she’d use those exact words…” Supergirl coughs. “But yes. The Patriarch is a difficult target to pin down. He has a lot of tricks up his sleeve.”

“Well, maybe I can help you pin him.” I lean forward. “Maybe this time, you outsmart him. I can help you. We can catch him with his pants down. Literally. He can’t have any tricks up his sleeve if he’s naked, right?”

“That… does sort of make sense, as unpleasant as the mental image is.” Supergirl shudders a little. “But I agree, my usual tactics haven’t worked in the past, maybe it’s time to change it up.”

“Good. That’s good.” I let out a deep breath. “In that case, I think I already have a plan that might work…”

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“Um… that’s certainly a plan…” Supergirl comments, after I’ve run through the details.

“I mean… I know it wouldn’t be pleasant, and it’s not as easy as a smash and grab, but like you said, your old tactics didn’t work…” I put on a look of disappointment. “You know what, nevermind. It was a stupid idea. I’ll try to come up with something better.”

“No! No, it’s a great plan! Please, don’t feel bad!” Supergirl exclaims, and for a second, I can see Kara Danvers again and not the Maiden of Steel. “It’s just… This plan needs me to go way outside my comfort zone and… that’s scary, but I can do it. I can.”

“You mean that?”

“Yes.” She says, smiling and nodding. Again, the mask of the superheroine slips and I just see the girl from the apartment. “Your plan is well thought out. I think it’ll work. I just need to get past some of my hang ups.”

“So… You’ll do it?” I ask hopefully.

She nods.

“I’m… I’m going to help Supergirl take down a supervillain?”

“No one else knows the plan like you do, and you have all the equipment we’d need already, right?” She asks.

I nod.

“Then I guess you’re the best person for the job then.” She chuckles. “We need to move on this quick though. Do you think you could get everything ready tonight?”

“Absolutely.” I nod confidently.

“Okay then. I guess I’ll meet you at your store tonight.” She smiles and starts floating upwards slowly. “I’ll uh… try to find the right outfit for tonight. Thanks again for all the help, Gerry. See you tonight!”

And with that she rockets off into the distance.

I allow a perverse grin to spread across my face once again. She’s proven to be quite easy to manipulate. No direct orders yet, so no Submission Points, but I’ve got a feeling that that will change by the end of the night. In fact, I’m certain of it.

I take out my phone and open the Submission Accelerator. I open up Supergirl’s profile and stare at her profile picture there. Soon enough, those pretty little features would be splattered with my cum, and that perfect face will be burning with shame, rage, and humiliation.

Hitting the back button, I begin scrolling through all the other names listed on the app. Focusing on Supergirl exclusively would likely be the smart move. It allows me to focus all of my attention on a single target, which lowers the odds of a fuck up, but…

I want a harem don’t I? Not just a single super powered ****. Why not pursue multiple targets at once? Or at the very least, start laying the groundwork for my next target? After all, I’ve always been good at multi-tasking…

*Author’s Note - Okay, so, in the proud tradition of shamelessly copying something that I really enjoyed from drek’s thread, let’s get into some audience participation! Go ahead and post in the comments who The Patriarch’s second victim should be!

There will be some restrictions:

The character has to be a Marvel heroine (Supergirl is DC after all, so I feel as if the red brand should get some love.)

The character cannot be the Carol Danvers Captain Marvel (I’m intending for her to be one of the two ‘final bosses’ for The Patriarch along with Powergirl. Ala Maria from the Jack Dingle Thread.)

The character IS allowed to be a gender-flipped or alternate version of a male hero. This is a weird alternate earth with all female heroes after all. (Spider-Gwen instead of Spider-Man, Superwoman instead of Superman, Captain Carter instead of Captain America)(God, I would love to do Captain Carter, but hey, audience vote)

Every commenter can only post a total of 3 suggestions, so make them count.

The best suggestions will be put into a poll that will be posted as the next chapter.

Be sure to post your suggestions in the following format:

[Heroine’s Name, Secret Identity, Version of the Character (Show, Movie, Comic, Elseworlds/What If), Preferred Image Reference (name of Actress, Cosplayer, link to Artwork)].

The deadline for suggestion posts will be 3/14/2022.

Happy posting everyone. Can’t wait to see what you sick bastards come up with!*

SUGGESTIONS ARE NOW CLOSED