An Unfortunate Circumstance

"Red!"

"What?"

"Reeeed!"

"What?"

"Reddd!"

Pamela shut her eyes in utter annoyance. Taking a few moments to stew and restrain her growing irritation. She's usually quite able to deal with her giddy friend's frenzies, but being the hot summer day that it is, she's finding it a struggle to hold in her frustration.

"What is it!?" The loud slam from the book in her hand echoes throughout the food truck's interior. "I've been responding for the past five minutes, and at this point, I am thirty seconds away from **** you in a tangle of thistles!"

"Woah! Woah..." Harley shot her hands up defensively. "Slow down there Red! Shucks! I'm just as annoyed as you are!"

"Yeah? Because I find that extremely unlikely." Pamela flipped open her book and resumed her browsing through a selection of economical greenhouses.

"Nuh-Uh! Look!" Harley swiped an accusatory hand through the truck's sole window to the open park ahead.

Pamela idly glanced in the appointed direction. "What... Am I looking at exactly."

"That's duh point!" Harley exclaimed. "The park's cleaner than bat's moral compass! The customers should be swamping us right now!"

"Mhmm..."

"But I've been checking eve'h other second! And aye ain't see no swamp!!"

"Well..." Pamela reached a slender hand into her rose collard hair and removed a single leaf; with a flick of her fingers, she sent the leaf on a gentle corse out from the shade of the truck to the blistering heat that was the outside air. It gently floated onto the smoldering sidewalk, where it gracefully landed and began to dry up in the unforgiving heat instantaneously. "It is unusually humid today."

"You think that's the reason?"

"Hmmhf." Pamela tsked, "Arkham has better air conditioning. This entire area is basically a **** zone."

Harley reached extended an arm out and retrieved a leftover bagel from a basket. "I'll turn this whole freaking area into a **** zone if we ain't get anymore costa'hmers."

"Is that a threat?" Pamela quirked her head and lingered on a page that snagged her attention; delegating only half of her attention to the conversation at hand. "Because I doubt anyone's gonna be here to hear it."

As if on cue, a lone tumbleweed bounced from over the horizon and made its way across the park's warm summer field.

Both women suspended their conversation to watch the dead weed in an abrupt silence.

"Didcha do that?"

"I'm not answering that question."

"I wish... Uhh... I'm not sure... To be honest, I'd just want to see that blonde chick in more sexy getups."

"Eh?" Sam stammered. "I'm sorry, what? How could that be better than seeing what they're packing?!"

"Ah, my nieve friend, you're too simple in your perverted antics." I teased him with a dead-ass smirk. "Sometimes baring it all is simply too much to unpack in a single moment. As a wise man once said. The best way to truly appreciate the female form is to admire its beauty in increments."

"W...wW...What? Oh, fuck off with that wise man shit."

I crossed both arms and leaned back in my chair, finally forcing my eyes away from the two busty hotties standing in front of the clothing store. "I'm serious. Would you rather rip open a Christmas gift? Or would you slowly peel off the gift's wrapping piece by piece?"

"I'd yank everything off in one go, what's the point in teasing myself? Nichole and my mom do that all the dam time." Sam kept one eye locked onto the chicks as he formulated a response.

"Okay, Uh... Different example! Would you rather rip off an attractive woman's clothing? Or would you prefer to gradually expose each bit of curvy skin she keeps hidden beneath her attire?"

"Hmmm..." He looked to be in genuine thought for a second; actually pulling his gaze to face me fully. "Nah, I'd still just rip it all off. I'm a simple man."

"More like a violent man, sometimes you gotta be more creative dude! Like... Like...." My voice trailed off as I idly glanced over to where the girls were standing a few seconds ago. "Aw... They left... Ah well, we should leave anyway before-"

"What! They left!?"

"Yeah.... That's what I said! It's fine though; we should-"

"Follow them!"

"Whut?"

"Dude." His voice sunk low as he spoke with an unreadable expression, "Have you ever seen two people that fucking hot before?"

"Well, I have seen some attractive people before, yes."

"No! You don't understand! Those two chicks were superhero levels of hot! I'm talking Batman, Wonder Woman, Superman!"

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait for a fucking minute." I held out my hand to silence his bluster. "You think Superman and Batman are hot?"

"Well... Look, I'm not gay! But you have to admit that they are some sexy mother fuckers."

"Yeah, Batman does have a nice jawline."

"Mhm, Mhm." Sam nodded his head. "But that's beside the point! We can't let those hotties getaway!"

"Okay, so what? What's your master plan? You walk up to them and get a restraining order?"

"No!" He said accusingly. As if agast that I would even suggest what would be a likely outcome.

"I'm a lot easier to please dude, I just wish I could see that blondie in a bunch of sexy getups." I shrug. "You, on the other hand, want to bend her over a table and watch her tits press into the counter as you pound her from behind."

"And you don't?" Sam countered.

"Well..."

"Look, you clearly don't understand." He reached into his pocket to retrieve his phone and plop it onto the table. "I need to teach you how perverts properly perv."

One look at his devious grin was enough of an omen to warn me of the shit that I'm about to get into.

Assuming that Karen was a tad bit embarrassed, by the present scenario, would be somewhat of an understatement, to say the least. She found herself in a public mall, with an even more public T-shirt; displaying her curves to a comical degree. Not even four seconds after exiting the dressing room, Karen sensed the abrupt shift in focus on more than half of the nearby customers. And honestly, she couldn't blame them!

These clothes are three sizes too short, the tight genes are tighter than tight should be, and all the effort that went into designing this simple, straightforward pink T-shirt has been rendered null and void the moment someone of her stature opted to squeeze her curvaceous figure into it.

Karen was swift the realize that this entire situation wouldn't do the very second she stepped out from the theoretical safety net that the changing room provided. But even so, any lingering doubts she might have had deep down in the depths of her subconscious was immediately **** out to orbit the moment Atlee pushed her into the mall's main hallway.

"I am not walking around in this." She said, deciding that she had to put her foot down sooner or later. Honestly, if she'd done so earlier, this whole debacle wouldn't be a present problem.

"Oh, come on!" Atlee spoke up from behind her. "You can't back out now!"

Karen felt her friend's body press up against her from behind in a feeble attempt to urge her forward. "I can, and I will!" She motioned to herself, taking specific note of how resilient the T-shirt is for not busting apart the moment she squeezed into it. -Clearly, the material was not intended to be worn by someone with a bust size such as herself. "This is ridiculous!"

Atlee took hold of Karen's outstretched hand. As she tried her best to pull her friend forward, she said. "Well, it's not my fault you accepted the bet!" After two failed yanks, she looked downwards to realize that Karen hadn't moved an inch. Even with Atlee's superhuman strength, if Power Girl doesn't want to move, she won't be moving... Unless..

"It was a joke. I was JOKING with you!" Karen prevented herself from rolling her eyes and chose to cross her arms instead. She noticed Atlee's silence and quirked her brow in brow in the direction of her dark-haired friend. "W- What are you doing?" Karen questioned upon seeing Atlee's closed eyes and more concentrated deminer.

Atlee's attempt to move Karen by contorting the tile beneath her feet was cut-short fairly fast. The moment Karen felt the ground shift, she shot out her hand with enough speed to impress the Flash. "No powers in public!" She spoke quietly. Keeping her hand wrapped tightly around Atlee's wrist.

"Oh, come on!" Atlee released her focus. "We're here to have funn!"

"No? We're here to train." Karen released Atlee's hand.

"We can do both!"

"Yeah, we can, but you need to stay focused!"

Atlee huffed. "Stop being like Superman or Batman! We're friends, are you ever going to act like it?"

"Oh! I see what you're doing! You're trying to flip this situation on me and make me feel bad!" She rested her hands on her waist and cocked her hip. "Well, for one, Superman is my cousin, so of course I'd..."

"Cousin from another dimension..." Atlee quietly mumbled.

"And two. Look at me! Is this what friends do?! Embarrass each other in public!?"

"What do you mean? You look hot! And don't you like the attention? With your costume and everything, I'd assume..."

"Okay, enough of this conversation." Karen spun on her heels and began walking back into the store. "I'm returning these absurd clothes."

"But that's not fair! You lost the bet." Atlee called out as she tried to keep up with her friend's speedy pace.

"Alright, look." Karen halted in place, causing Atlee to bump into her from behind. "I just assumed someone would attack this mall, okay? I mean, the Flash has gone missing! And this city doesn't have many other heroes to fill up the void he left behind."

"Don't his villains kinda suck, though? I know one of them throws boomerangs, and another one is like a Mr. Freeze wannabe." Atlee questioned with a slight tilt of her head as she followed Karen to the customer service desk.

"Exactly, I thought it would be fun. We could defeat them in seconds, and then enjoy our time at the mall." Karen reached customer service and addressed the guy behind the counter. "Excuse me! I just recently purchased this top and bottom I'm wearing. Could I return them? They're a bit... Short."

The guy, on his part, was leaning on the counter with a look of pure boredom on his face. He idly glanced up from his phone to see the person addressing him. "Yes, mam, as long as you have the receipt, you can... Holy ff-Ack..Cack-Ghah!" The very second he looked upwards, he immediately began to gag on the smoothie the tired worker was drinking; his eyes almost bulged to an unhealthy degree as he roamed his gaze over the clear outline of the busty woman's bra beneath the tight top.

"You were saying?" Karen raised an eyebrow at his stammering.

"I was.. Uh.. Yes! I mean... No?" He nervously gulped without realizing it. "As long as you can get that thing off you... With.. Without damaging it."

"Don't worry." She smiled. "I should be able to manage."

"This is all on you!" Karen lamented once she reached the changing booth.

"Well, I could say the same thing for you!" Atlee retorted. "You refused just to accept it and move on!"

"I was willing to let you pick out what I wore until I realized the pleasure you get from my embarrassment." She opened the door to the booth and sighed. Her brain tried to figure out how she's going to remove the top without ripping the poor fabric to no avail.

"Oh, hello! My name's Power Girl, and I'm too embarrassed to walk around in tight clothing." Atlee mocked in a high-pitched voice. "Oh, wait... I do that regularly!"

"Really?"

Atlee stopped her banter and stared at Karen for a few lingering seconds before she eventually looked down at the store's carpeted floor. "Sorry..."

"Okay, let me set things straight. I'm going to..." Karen began speaking with both hands pressing on her hip.

At that very moment, a slight ripple, in reality, washed past them both. So light, and unnoticeable, that not even Power Girl, with her enhanced senses, could notice its effects; unfortunate since the only person it altered was Power Girl herself.

"Take this junk off," Karen tugged at her tight top. "And you'll throw me something nice to wear. Got it?"

"Uh... You're not going to put on your old clothes?"

Karen let out another sigh. "I mean, I did say I'd let you pick out my outfit... As much as I regretted that decision... So you can choose a different one."

"Alright then!" Atlee nodded, not wanting to waste this second opportunity. This time she'll pick out something more reasonable, that other outfit was entirely a joke, she never even expected her to put it on in the first place! "I'll pick something modest this time!"

"No!" Karen said as she stepped into the changing booth and closed the store. "Pick out something sexy! Alright?"

"Alright!" Atlee said. She was about to turn around to find something before Karen's words caught up with her, and she stopped in place. "Wait... Eh... What?"