Kara's been having a rough couple days

KARA

The last two days had been hell. After discovering her newfound...appreciation...of the subjugation and degradation of women, Kara had spent most of that night, trying and failing, to get herself off. After hours of pleasuring to footage of men spitting on women, grabbing them by the hair, **** their throats, slapping their asses and throwing them around like toys, she had still had not climaxed.

When she finally came into work, she ended up looking and feeling like the walking dead. Normally she was bright and chipper presence around the office. Now, she slumped from one task to the next, her eyes barely able to comprehend the pictures she stared at.

She had passed out the moment she got home, but her dreams had been infiltrated by the same, unforgivable fantasies that had tormented her before. In them, she had been patrolling the skies of National City, when she saw a woman being assaulted by a man. She had flown down to intervene, but as she got closer, she had begun to feel all hot and itchy. Instead of stopping the man, who was groping the sobbing woman, she had stared curiously and then begun touching her own breasts and moaning at the sight.

Kara had woken up in a cold sweat and spent the next few hours flying around, keeping intense vigil. It had occurred to her, for not the first time that, despite all her gifts, she could not save everyone. Somewhere in the world, despite all that she and the Justice League and the Avengers did, somewhere, a woman was being mistreated, likely by a man. This thought used to depress her. Now it felt...right, accurate. She was just one person after-all. Despite all she could accomplish, she could only be in so many places and despite all the peace that she and her fellow superheroines had worked toward, the world was still full of bigotry and ****.

She felt sick to her stomach, when she found that the thought of her own powerlessness, was turning her on. She rushed to work after that, not feeling the least bit better, but trying not to think about her dream. She was doing an admiral job until Mike, one of the more backwards thinking editors at CatCo, asked her to grab him a coffee, as if she was his secretary. She had actually felt a mortifying little tingle down below. That had been it, she called in sick and headed home hours early. She couldn't be around her coworkers right now. Something was seriously wrong with her and she needed to figure it out, before it got worse.

She went for another flight. Stopping crime always made her feel better, and she was sure it would get rid of this sickening doubt and self-loathing, which her voyeurism at the brothel had awakened. She checked her phone for what felt like the umpteenth time. Gerry had said he'd send Kara Danvers a message as soon as he got a new lead and she desperately needed the distraction. As long as she didn't have to go back to that horrible place.

As she flew above the sparkling bay, she contemplated how strange it was, to be waiting for this Mr. Manheim, to send her off on a mission. For most of her life she had been the model of independence. She had always been as proud of her investigative skills, as she was of her powers. Now, she was waiting for one man's approval to go hunting for a Z-list supervillain who couldn't have hurt her with a crate full of Kryptonite.

Still, when she tried to think about being proactive, about hunting down The Patriarch by herself, it didn't feel right. After all they'd been through, she trusted Gerry. And she wasn't sure if she could say the same about herself anymore. What kind of role model, after all, got off on the idea of women being subjugated.

She paused in her flight, planning on tuning on her super hearing, to listen for any criminal buzz. What she had not planned on, was running into one of her least favorite superheroines.

"Hey Supergirl! Looking for old ladies to help across the street?"

It was Power Girl. Kara's duplicate from an alternate universe. When they'd first met, a few years ago, Kara had been eager to have another Kryptonian whom she could bond with. She had hoped they'd be able to treat each other like sisters.

Oh how wrong she'd been...

"Hey, Karen..." She tried to smile and hoped she didn't look as worn out as she felt. "Don't you have a traffic accident to cause?"

Power-Girl, or Karen, as she'd chosen to call herself, once she'd decided to stay on _this _version of Earth, gave her bitchiest smile and floated closer. "Jealousy's not a good color on you, farm girl. Besides, at least I'm not flashing my panties at everyone in the city."

Kara blushed and tried not to show how much the comment bothered her. When she was younger, her costume had involved a skirt, a fashion choice which, in her country naivety, had never really considered the disadvantages of. After the Daily Bugle published a photo taken by a photographer who happened to be right under her at the time of liftoff, she'd been **** to change the costume she'd loved so much, for something more conversative. It was an old shame, and one which her 'sister' liked to throw in her face, whenever she could.

"What do you want, Karen?" Supergirl said, folding her arms.

Karen floated closer, her boob-window, for lack of a better term, level with Kara's face, thanks to Karen's increased height. Kara had always prided herself on how much she had lifted other women up. The reason she'd preferred her old costume, was because she believed women shouldn't be shamed for what they wore.

But did Karen HAVE to wear that?

It wasn't that Karen happened to be more...developed than Kara. Supergirl, opposed to what all the tabloids said and what Karen seemed to believe, did not hate Power Girl because of some deep seated 'breast envy'. The reason Kara hated her, was because of the woman purposefully made her feel bad about herself. Whenever they crossed paths, Karen would act like she was saving planets on a daily basis, while Kara spent all her time rescuing cats from trees.

The girl was everything that Kara hated about other women. A self-absorbed, over confident bitch, who acted like the world owed her something, for being beautiful and put other women down whenever she had the chance. And the idea that the two of them were, theoretically, the same person, only deepened her animosity.

"I just wanted to ask if you were coming to the end of Summer League celebration." Karen said, inspecting her immaculate fingernails. "It would be embarrassing if we both showed up wearing the same thing."

Then she grinned down at Kara.

The end of Summer League celebration had been Wonder Woman's idea. Members of the League would come visit Themyscira with her and her family and celebrate another job well done.

"I wasn't invited, Karen. I'm not part of the League anymore." Kara said. "As you full well know."

"Oh, honey, that's right! You wanted to strike out on your own, didn't you?" Karen leaned closer, so that Kara's face was almost pressed against her exposed cleavage. "How's that been working out for you?"

Kara turned away. "I don't have time to chit-chat, Ker. Some of us have work to do."

She flew away as quickly as she could and was happy when she discovered that Power Girl had not followed her. She had enough problems without her narcissistic doppelganger around to bully her. Like what she was going to do about her growing problem...