Michelle is not correct.

On the one hand, Supergirl was proud of herself. Even with Kryptonian hearing, detecting the Batwoman was not the easiest feat. She could count on one hand the number of times she’d noticed Batwoman in a room before Batwoman wanted to make her presence known. So spotting her tonight, creeping along the rooftops of Gotham, was a point of pride for the fledgling superhero.

On the other hand, maybe it wasn’t actually Batwoman. The important parts were all there—the height, the build, the mask, the scowl, and so forth—but several less-important parts weren’t. Namely, uniform parts. A good bit of her reinforced suit was missing, and the only things she wore above the waist were her cape, her cowl, and a plain black sports bra. Even Supergirl knew how cold Gotham could get on a fall night, so watching an ordinary human woman leap around half-naked piqued her interest.

She flew down to rooftop level, noting the half-interested look Batwoman gave her well before she was in range. “Hey, hold up!” She hovered alongside, waiting for Batwoman to come to a halt in the shadow of a water tower. “What’s going on?”

“Supergirl,” Batwoman nodded. “This isn’t your usual city.”

“Sure, okay, but more importantly, why are you…” She drifted off as her eyes sank toward Batwoman’s tits, wondering what could possess a woman to strip down like that, and landed on the amulet resting alongside her cleavage. It derailed her train of thought, abolishing all questions about Batwoman’s nudity. Suddenly she didn’t notice all the bare skin, any more than she noticed the color of a person’s belt or whether a single leaf on a tree was out of place. She shook her head and set herself in order, casually unclasping her skirt and dropping it onto the random rooftop. “Why are you in such a rush?”

“Because I can’t fly at the speed of sound like some people.”

Supergirl rolled her eyes, and her shoulders, which let her cape fall off. “Haha. I mean, what’s the current crisis?”

Batwoman hesitated a moment, and Supergirl almost thought she saw Batwoman examine her legs, but the action was gone before it started. “A few no-name thugs robbed a museum tonight. Stole some artifacts they shouldn’t have even known about.” She raised an eyebrow. “Artifacts donated by Lex Luthor.”

“Ugh, I knew it. That’s why I’m here. Any time Lex catches a flight to Gotham, the big guy gets antsy.”

“Lex is in town too, is he?” It wasn’t a question as much as an intrigued statement. When Supergirl nodded, Batwoman tapped the amulet. “Batgirl is taking one of the artifacts to safety. This is the other. I’m trying to drum up some leads.”

“Mind if I tag along? You might need the muscle.” Even after removing her bra her chest barely sagged, the benefits of youth and Kryptonian physiology. Her nipples immediately perked up in the cool night air, one of the few reactions to her state of undress.

“This is a fact-finding mission. But I also doubt I can convince you to stay away.”

“You know me so well.” Supergirl knelt, dropping her panties and picking up her discarded top. “Uh, is there a cosplay convention going on? Why is there a Supergirl costume lying around?”

“Don’t know. Found a Batgirl costume at the thieves’ hideout, too. Might be somebody trying to frame superheroes.”

“We should keep it as evidence, then.” Even as she said it, she let it fall from her fingertips, back to the heap with the rest of her outfit. She punched her palm, which wiggled the few fatty parts of her lithe body. “Alright, let’s go hit some bad guys!”

“I told you, this is a fact-finding mission.”

“Well, let’s figure out which bad guys to hit, then.”