An upset superheroine...

You and Shayera had no sooner reentered the Watchtower when a speedy blur came upon you, a second before a hand with the strength of an elephant grasped at your throat! "You got a lot of nerve leaving us behind. Leaving me!" Hawkgirl quickly tried to pry Kara's fingers off of your windpipe.

"Kara, knock it off. Shadow's my responsibility, whether we like it or not." If you weren't struggling, straining to breathe, you might take offense to being someone's burden. But meantime, Supergirl glared at you for what seems like minutes, with such intensity to rival her physical strength. You almost lose consciousness by the time she finally drops you like a bad habit.

"You better take care of him," she told Shay. Kara flew off to seemingly blow off some excess steam, leaving Hawkgirl to carry your passed out, sprawled out body to bed.

She had you propped on her back, with your limp arms draped over her shoulders while hers looped under your buttocks, keeping you in place as she carried you. When you both reach your bedroom, she laid you on your back to rest. She solemnly watched you sleep off the literal pressure of nearly becoming Kara's ragdoll, and a pang of conscience twinkled in her mind, like a star she couldn't reach or touch. Shay turned you around with utmost care, turning your head to one side as you now lay on your stomach. With her tactical and strategic mind to back her Nth mace, she used her fingers to crawl up your back from the base of your spine to the top, locating your pressure points and how your energy flowed. Then... She gave you a firm massage ranging all over your back, applying different kinds of pressure with just her hands. Even in the recesses of your subconscious, her 'magic' fingers were relaxing. And pleasurable, if only a little. You softly hum in your sleep, and Shayera stopped massaging your muscles to sit beside you. Petting your head, she softly smiled as she admitted to only herself that there was something about you she liked.

But she didn't know what...