Backfire

Jack couldn’t believe his eyes. Power Girl has just materialized next to his couch. She was, by far, the sexiest woman he had ever seen, and that said a lot, especially considering that Wonder Woman was also in his apartment. The pictures of her that he’d seen over the years had been fodder for late-night rub-offs, but they didn’t do the real thing justice.

And she looked furious.

“Alright, asshole,” she said, fists clenched, “what have you done to my friend.”

“Kara! Stop!” Wonder Woman stepped between Jack and the Kryptonian, “He has done nothing. I was the one who did not realize who I was, what I was. Do not punish my owner for my transgression.”

“Diana, what are you even talking about? Owner? You’re an Amazon! No man can own your!”

“So I once thought, but I believed a lie,” she said sadly, “For years I thought myself a servant of the truth, but the truth had not yet been revealed to me.”

Jack watched as the hero who considered herself his property pulled out her magical lasso, the one that he had heard could compel anyone to tell the truth. As she wrapped it around her hand it instantly started to glow.

“I am the property of Jack Jordan,” she stated matter-of-factly, “I only realized this when I saw his name in my on my arm.”

“Don’t you hear how insane that sounds?” Power Girl sounded exasperated, “That’s not a thing!”

“Yeah, Diana, maybe you should go back with Power Girl and talk to some of your League friends about this,” Jack ventured, then he turned to Power Girl, “Or do you folks have, like, a Justice League doctor or someone that could take a look at her? She did get hit pretty hard by Black Adam.”

“Why do you deny the truth?” Wonder Woman sounded exasperated, “Kara, have I ever misled you in the past?”

A blur of white, blue, and red shot across the apartment then stopped right in front of him.

“Here,” Power Girl said, placing a marker in Jack’s hand and holding out her arm, “Write your name. Diana, watch. I will never be the property of a man, no matter what they do.”

“Are you sure I should…” Jack started.

“Do it, pipsqueak,” the powerhouse commanded.

Jack swallowed hard, then in very small letters spelled out his name.

Jack Jordan

“Oh my God,” Power Girl staggered backwards, staring at her arm, “how could I have been so blind?”

Wonder Woman stepped up and steadied the Kryptonian. Then, after staring at the writing, she lifted her own arm to show Power Girl.

“So we are to be sisters in this, just as we were sisters in arms.”

“How could I…” Power Girl trailed off, “he’s my… I’m his…”

“Woah woah woah,” Jack said, putting his hands up, “What’s going on here? Power Girl, you were supposed to convince Wonder Woman to put all this ownership stuff behind her, not… do whatever you’re doing now.”

“If that’s what you want me to do,” the beautiful blonde said, “I will do it right away, sir.”

“Sir?” Jack asked.

“I’m not sure what I should call my owner,” she answered, “Is sir right? Or should it be something else? Sorry, this feels like new territory for me.”

“Aw crap,” Jack said, realizing that his plan had backfired.