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"Not to state the obvious, M'Gann, but... You're a telepath. And your uncle is like, THE telepath. Can't you just call him to meet in private?" Kara asked, whilst clutching her breasts with both hands and keeping one leg angled over her crotch.

"I can't reach him. And my head is still pounding from our... Adventure." Miss Martian sighed. "The longer these mental blocks are in place, the harder they'll be to remove. We can't afford to wait... As much as I'd like to..."

Miss Martian could be considered the second-best telepath on the planet. So, if she couldn't undo their problem, surely the first-best could! J'onn J'onzz, better known as the Martian Manhunter. Somewhat reclusive, J'onn typically preferred to monitor and organize the Justice League from the Watchtower, high above the Earth.

Normally, M'Gann could reach him telepathically, or they could call for a teleport! But without either those options on hand, they were left with only one, very unfortunate route...

Down below was the Hall of Justice. A former stronghold, and current museum, which also held a main teleporter up to the Watchtower. And of course... The museum was open and absolutely packed with patrons, all eager to see some superheroes! If they wanted to even reach J'onn and have a chance of wearing clothes again, they'd need to find some way passed hundreds of civilians!

"Okay..." Supergirl took a breath. "This place is more fortified than it looks. Heavy security. M'Gann can't shift through the walls, I can't bust through them... Not that that'd be a great option anyway. Does anyone have any ideas?"

A long pause floated between the three aliens... When Starfire, the only one not covering herself, tilted her head curiously.

"Is the front door not accessible?"

"What? Star-!"

Before her friends could stop her, Starfire dropped down toward the main entrance, clearly missing their need for subtlety! She landed at the back of the line, and immediately, all eyes were on her! The Tamaranean stood patiently, arms behind her back, with a polite smile on her face. No hurry, no embarrassment-- As if having dozens of eyes on her naked body was entirely normal.

"She's insane..." Kara muttered in disbelief.

"I know we're all aliens, but I often feel as though Kori is... The most alien." M'Gann could only shake her head. The two genuinely considered leaving her, but as the crowd grew and cameras flashed... Supergirl groaned and flew down, with a reluctant Martian following behind.

"Starfire, what in Rao's name are you thinking?!" Kara demanded. She flew just overhead-- But as hundreds of eyes turned toward her body, with a particularly good view from down below-- She quickly dropped down to her level.

M'Gann soon followed-- Practically clinging to Supergirl's back, while holding a hand over her freckled green cheeks.

"I was thinking... It is best to get in line before it grows too long." Starfire answered innocently, looming close enough that her otherworldly warmth could be felt.

"Well I thought we were trying to AVOID the crowds!" Kara retorted-- Then reached out, crushing a camera that had just aimed at her ass.

Kori stared for a moment, as if completely confused by the statement, before it finally seemed to dawn on her cute little head. "Oh! My apologies, you are absolutely right, Supergirl. We have no need to stand in line! Pardon me!"

Grasping Kara's hand, Kori began to lead them through the crowd, straight toward the entrance. Obviously, since they were superheroes, there was no need to wait in line with the civilians! Unfortunately-- This meant brushing up against countless people! They felt wandering hands, squeezing and brushing their bodies, heard lustful and encouraging comments...

On the bright side, attendance for this museum was bound to skyrocket after today.

Finally, they reached the front, where a rather stunned young security guard stood! She blinked as she saw the three: Starfire, naked and proud. Supergirl, naked and utterly red-faced. And Miss Martian, eyes closed, hands desperately struggling to cover various parts of her body.

"Hello! We are superheroes, and we wish to visit the Watchtower." Kori said politely.

"Do you... Do you have ID?" The security guard practically coughed out, then shrunk back as Supergirl glared incredulously at her.

"Does it look like we have ID? Come on! She's orange, and she's green! Obviously we're the real deal, just let us in!"

"It's a security measure! And..." The security guard swallowed hard. "While your friends are... Admittedly recognizable, you could be anyone, ma'am. I can't just let you in without proper ID."

"What--" At this point, Kara was annoyed enough to uncover her body. "You can't be serious! Look at me, I'm Supergirl! What, do you need to deflect a bullet off my boobs?!"

"No, ma'am, I need ID..." The guard sheepishly repeated.