If that's the only way to be a hero...

Kara held a strip of fabric in her hand. After all the debriefings and discussion, it had come to this.

The DEO had offered, in recompense, to customize a uniform to her specifications. They could probably put it together from spares.

Two centimetres squared. Kara squinted at the scrap in her hand, holding it between her thumb and forefinger.

That was nothing. It might be enough to hide a nipple, and that was it. One of them.

She had to go out in front of the city, fight crime, save people… in something composed of just that?!

But then the alternative was doing nothing, experiencing the rush and freedom she had when she’d saved that plane, and going back to just being an assistant at Catco. Giving all that up, having the ability to save people and not doing so.

Kara tossed the scrap of fabric down to the table, slumping back. Rao, was it really coming down to this?

“Kara?” Alex said, walking into the room a little gingerly.

“What am I meant to do?” Kara said, whimpering. “I can’t… I can’t cover anything with that. And I can’t just expose myself to the whole city, but I can’t do nothing…”

“I don’t know,” Alex said. She sat by Kara’s side sympathetically. “I wish I could give you some easy answer, but I can say that whatever you choose to do, I’ll support you, help you in whatever way I can.”

Kara stared at the material again. It was little more than reference, and it seemed smaller each time she looked at it. Maybe they could make an adhesive version of the S logo from it. It wasn’t like it was enough for an actual costume.

To think she’d thought Winn’s suggestions were bad…

“I can’t… not help people,” Kara said. She swallowed.

“You mean…” Alex said.

“I have to,” Kara said. “Let me know where Vartox is. And- the shield, the symbol of the House of El, can you get a version of that in miniature? Even if it’s all I have on, I want it somewhere.”

Even if she wanted to, she couldn’t make anything much more decent.

Maybe she could delude herself into thinking people were just looking at the S.

“I think we can manage that,” Alex said. She smiled.

And minutes later Kara was stood in front of a mirror, unable to believe what she was looking at. She was naked, not even with shoes on, lots of pale flesh on display.

Her legs, up to her cunt, her toned stomach, her small tits, her arms, and if she turned around her ass, all out in the open. All that was hidden was a tiny, two centimetre patch of skin between her boobs where she wore a red logo, stuck to her skin.

Kara bit her lip. God, being seen like this…

“Kara-” Alex began, walking into the room.

Kara gave a sudden, shocked squeak, immediately shifting from trying heroic postures in the mirror to scrabbling for a hiding place, ducking behind a sofa.

Alex faltered, turning her back.

“I was going to say we found Vartox,” Alex said. “Are you still… We can handle it if you don’t want to, I promise.”

Kara blushed furiously. Rao, if just being seen by her sister like this made her react like this, how was she meant to face everyone she had to fight, face the city…