She runs.

"I can't... I'm sorry," she shivers, tears in her eyes. Then just like that, she takes off.

The pressure of the room shift as she takes flight, casting the window open and racing recklessly into the sky, away from the gold kryptonite, away from you.

"Go after her," PG whispers, stepping close to you and kissing you on the cheek. "She... I think she needs you to make her."

You nod, kissing Zor-L on the lips before taking flight yourself, purusing your young lover across the sky. As fast as she is, you can see she isn't flying anywhere in particular, just away, from you and everything else. It lends credence to what Power Girl said about her alternate self, that she needs you to chase her and make her, rather than she's trying to actually escape you.

Reaching out with your aura, you draw power from the movement on the Earth and the harmony of the spheres. It takes effort, but there are reasons you are confident of your ability to outpace and overpower Supergirl. The world shimmering around you, you race around the world in pursuit of the maid of might, rapdily closing the gap between you. Dressed in her tight school girl uniform she looks much less majestic as she flies, but no less tempting a hunt. Reaching out you grasp her slender ankle, feeling her jerk at your grip. She has no time to do anything before you pivot, spinning and shifting her momentum and hurling her back down towards the Earth. There is a might crash as she slams into the isolated side of a mountain, burying her in rock and snow. As she clumbered out, stunned and disheveled you descended fast, slamming her back down and pinning her beneath you. One knee pressed between her legs and she moans more than she cries as the pressure drives down on her crotch. She lashes out at you, hitting you so hard it sends shockwaves through the air, but you're ready and your aura disperses the blow before it can hurt you.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Supergirl babbles, reacting in horror at herself before struggling harder, moaning as it rubs her hot school girl kitty against your knee.

"Being Supergirl isn't good for you," you say firmly and truthfully.

"I can't... I can't give it up... I have to..." she babbles. "I'm sorry,"

"It's okay. It's not your choice now. I'm going to be your final battle," you lean down and **** a kiss on her, and she responds eagerly and desperately. "You won't have done anything wrong."