Pursue Dr. Johnson

Supergirl looks like she's handling things just fine, even though she's taking a lot of gunfire. The bullets are just exploding on impact though, surrounding her with a cloud of dust. You decide to chase after Dr. Johnson before he can make his escape.

You make your way down the corridor and find Dr. Johnson one room over. The guards pose very little threat and you dispatch of them easily. Dr. Johnson is frantically typing away on a terminal behind a desk.

"How's that whole diabolical plan thing working out for you, Doc?"

He looks up at you nervously. "Ah well, you know, it could be going a little better. But hey, in science we learn from our mistakes and move forward, right?" There's a loud crash behind you and next thing you know, Supergirl is standing there next to you, looking a little flush, but otherwise unscathed.

"It took you long enough," you tell her.

"Eh I got sidetracked a bit. Besides, I knew you had things covered. Dr. Johnson, I presume?" She turns toward the Doctor, who has now taken a seat in his chair, seemingly resigned to his failure. "That was a nice attempt, really. All those bullets left me a little...tingly? Anyways, we're bringing you in. Shad, cuff him."

A grin starts to form on Johnson's face. "Tingly, you say? Ooh and are you a bit chilly, Supergirl? You seem to have left the headlights on." -Um What?!?-

You look over at Supergirl and sure enough, there are two unmistakable bumps poking through her top. And it's definitely not cold.

"Or are you just happy to see me?" Johnson says with a wink. Supergirl is looking a bit flustered.

"N--No. NO! What the hell is going on?" Supergirl shouts as the blush rises up her face.

"My latest creation. It took a little longer to kick in than I was expecting, but maybe that's just your Kryptonian metabolism. Anyways, all those bullets were filled with a special aerosolized mix of aphrodisiacs and pheromones designed to get your juices flowing. Speaking of which, don't mind us. I can see you twitching there. If you need to take care of any... business under your skirt, you go right ahead."

"I--I--Nn..." Supergirl breathes out. She is frozen in place, her hands inching toward the front of her skirt.

"Okay you've had your fun, but you've been beaten, Johnson," you say to break the moment. "Give her the antidote and I'm sure the judge will go easier on you for cooperating."

"Oh there is no antidote. But it should wear off on its own in a few hours. Probably. And who said anything about being beaten? As much as I'd like to stay and watch the show, I really should be going. It was nice meeting you... Shad?." And with that, he presses a button on his chair, which drops into some sort of trap door that closes behind him.