A city in danger!

Honestly, the first two days were a breeze. Community support, small helpful deeds, making a small name for yourself in THE big city, and getting to spend a lot of time with Supergirl as she showed you around. Then someone thought the big guy being away would make the city an easy target. Not while you’re here.

With a burst of power and finesse you take down your third giant robot of the day, ripping out its engine and catching the body on the fall, gently lowering it down to the street to prevent any unexpected casualties or collateral damage. A cheer goes up from the crowd of bystanders, and you make sure to take a moment to flourish before directing them away from the danger zone. A confident hero has greater chances of inspiring confidence in the populace after all.

Then you pick out the scream. You know the voice and with a quick sweep of your astral vision you’re able to find the source. Supergirl is down and two robots are advancing on her. The air shimmers as you take flight, sweeping over the streets. As you get closer you can see the panic on her face. Whatever happened has knocked the confidence out of her, leaving her more girl than super. As flames burst forth from one of the big egg-droids, you hit the ground in front of her, casting your cape out wide and shield her with your body.

“A-Alpha!” she squeaks in surprise, gazing up at you with shimmering eyes.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you.”

And you do. As the second egg-droid comes around you turn and sweep her up in your arms like a princess and launch into the air, Supergirl clinging onto you as you both rocket up. Her body feels so wonderfully warm in your arms, no doubt thanks to the sunlight flowing through her.

“Hold on tight!”

Then you’re diving back down again, a driving kick as you plough one egg-droid into the other, cracking and smashing them both into the street, until with a final mechanical whine they both go limp and stop dead.

“This is Steel,” the voice comes over your League communicator line. “That was the last of the egg-droids, and we have Egg Fu in custody. Clean up crews are on the way, good work everyone.”

It’s because of those words you can relax and bask in the moment. Civilians come pouring out to cheer your victory, and the cameras of citizens and reporters a like are flashing and snapping shots of this moment; You stand atop the smashed egg-droids, cape blowing in the wind as you hold the Maid of Might herself in your arms, as she has hers wrapped about your neck. If that’s not a front page shot you don’t know what is.

You also just really don’t want to put her down. She feels so soft in your grip, her bust pressing against your chest, her top tight enough that it emphasises the effect of every little panting breath she’s taking. Her red skirt has ridden up enough to expose a little bit of the modesty shorts she wears beneath, exciting your imagination as to what she’d be like without them. And with her legs in your grasp, you desperately wish you weren’t wearing gloves so you could feel her silky skin.

“Are you okay?” you ask, smiling as she buries her red face in your shoulder. “Can you stand?”

“Y-yess… nno…..” her voice is shaky, and while you genuinely give her a comforting squeeze, you can’t help but enjoy holding her slender body tighter.

“Let’s get you out of here then, yeah?”

As she nods into your shoulder, you flash one last look to the crowd, bend your knees and take flight, racing up into the air, Princess of Power in your arms.

“So,” you grin. “Your place or mine?”