In Gotham, a strange man gets an eyeful of Supergirl.

A shrill alarm echoed between narrow buildings, screaming for as much attention as possible. Batwoman dropped to a rooftop ledge and scanned the street, pinpointing its source: a masked man with a coat hanger trying to break into a car parked by the side of the road. She sighed. “You think they’d learn.”

“I got this one.” Supergirl hovered next to her, her blond hair swaying in the breeze. Normally her skirt would flutter in the same way, but that skirt currently lay on a sidewalk several blocks back, and only her cherry-red boots and alien physique protected her from the elements.

Batwoman stared at Supergirl’s backside, chasing the feeling that something was wrong the the view, but she lost the thought. “I’m heading to the north end. Catch up when you can.”

“Right. Be there in a jiff.” In a blink, Supergirl was a foot above the sidewalk with a small trial of litter blowing in her wake. She gave the man a once-over and scanned him with her x-ray vision, just in case he had a weapon about which she need be concerned. Nothing about him struck her as dangerous, so she took the hero pose she had practiced for so long and cleared her throat.

The man turned around and froze solid. His reaction didn’t surprise her; most people lost their train of thought when a superhero showed up four feet from them. Nor did it surprise her that the first thing he noticed was her chest; a sizable percentage of the crooks she caught didn’t try to hide their lust, and by now she was used to them staring agog at her long legs, short skirt, and tight tee shirt. Of course, she didn’t have said clothing to protect her, nor did she have the red underwear she usually wore under them. She was floating in midtown Gotham with her hands on her hips, one leg bent, and her athletic body on full display, and she didn’t even recognize it. The man, however, did. “Ha—ah? Um…”

She wagged her finger at him. “What, you thought only Batwoman watched this city?”

“Huh? Uh, no, that’s, I mean, no, but…wow!”

“Impressed? You can get an autograph if you want. I can give it to you in…five to ten?”

He tore himself from her chest, which shook every time she moved, and focused instead on the blond tuft peeking from between her thighs. “I don’t…what?”

“Is everybody in Gotham this articulate? I’ll use small words. You—steal—car! Bad—crime! Strong—hero—put—in—jail!”

“Jail…wait, no!” He came to his senses, though it just meant he could hold a conversation while he ogled the exhibitionist from Metropolis. “This is my car! I just locked my keys inside.”

“Right. And I’m Gorilla Grodd. This body is just an illusion!” She ran her hands over herself, hefting her tits and shaking them in the man’s face. Her fingers kept going, over her minuscule waist and to her trim hips, but when they got there they refused to leave. Her middle finger brushed against her clit, and she spread her tights to give herself some room to work, displaying her naked pussy to her quarry.

“That would…yeah…” He forgot himself again as he watched Supergirl masturbate. He didn’t know whether she sighed from pleasure or irritation, and he chose not to risk it. “But seriously, this is my car! My keys and wallet are in there, in the glove box!”

“Oh, really? Since this is your car, what else is in there?”

“Um…owner’s manual, napkins, one of those window scrapers…mint gum…”

He continued while Supergirl looked into the car, checking for everything he said. It struck her all as lucky guesses, something anybody might have, until the last item. “Say that again?”

“The action figure?”

“Of who?”

“Stargirl. She’s my daughter’s favorite.”

“Your daughter has good taste.” Supergirl blinked. “I can get you into the car. But you’re doing to stick around so I can check the license in the wallet you allegedly left there, understood?”

“Yes! Yes, thank you!” He stepped back, and as she took the coat hanger and used her x-ray vision to work it into the car door, he half-knelt to get a better look at her ass. “I’m lucky you didn’t just knock me out when you saw me.”

“Helping people isn’t always about going at something hard,” she said as one hand manipulated the wire and the other fingered her progressively wetter pussy. “Just as long as you post those pictures you’re trying to take in secret.”

He froze with his phone halfway out. “Y-you want me to post these?”

“Pictures of a superhero helping a guy get through a bad day? Of course. What’s the point in being a hero if we can’t show off every once in a while?”

She smiled as she heard the camera click. She didn’t really understand why he wanted to get so many pictures, from so many angles, but she didn’t mind a little posing. All in a day’s work.