Some Motherly Love

Remember when I said something about being stuck in a perpetual state of fear and arousal? No? Well, I honestly can't blame you. It's been a few months, and an average person's memory isn't anything to write home about.

But it's true. And I guess it's the case for any Kryptonian. Merely being in the presence of one gives off an unintentional thrill. The knowledge that this person can end my life, or worse, faster than a speeding bullet just brings a nervous gulp to a man's throat. Now, tie that to the fact that, in this case, the Kryptonian is the bustiest woman I have ever seen. And I just finished staring at an attractive report's hot body without her noticing a single second of it.

So, It can be easily understood how I am both scared and aroused, though, now I'm starting to feel the former more than the latter.

Why?

Just look at her.

A face scrunched up in a look of genuine rage, two eyes completely unseeable through the red pulsating auras that engulfed them, a pair of fists scrunched together so tightly it's a surprise the blue gloves themselves wouldn't break.

No one needed her to explain how genuinely upset she was. That shit went without saying. And a part of me is like, ''Ehh, I don't need to worry, she's my mom, right? She won't hurt me. It doesn't matter if she wants to or not. Her maternal instincts won't allow it.''

But then, the other half is saying, ''Shit, I need to get the fuck out of here, she is going to kill me, look at her eyes, I can feel the heat coming from those fucking beams, and she didn't even fire them yet. If I don't get the FUCK out of here, she's going to erase me with nothing remaining!''

It also didn't look too good for me. Iris sat on the couch entirely topless, wearing nothing but a bra that clung to her modestly sized rack; her tasty looking dark-skinned rack was now rising and falling much quicker than before as she was in the same state of panic as me. Whether she was aware that Power Girl is my mother or not, she knew that a pissed off Kryptonian isn't something many want to see.

Power Girl just needed one look to realize how I severely let my perversion get the better of me.

"What were you doing?" She asked. Instinctively I flinched; her voice alone was unnaturally calm while holding her same naturally crisp tone. She sounded as if nothing was wrong, close to how she was this morning when I found her in the kitchen. Except, she's clearly hiding some deep-rooted emotion if one glance at her had anything to say.

That's when I noticed something. It was genuinely a challenge to meet her gaze; (the red glow stemming from her eyes was too bright to look towards,) but she wasn't looking at me. Her focus was dead set on Iris, and she appeared to sit there with no intention of moving.

It was as if I wasn't here. Now my fear started to shift more towards Iris than for my own sake; did Karen think she did something to me?

Oh shit.

If she did, then Iris has her foot in dangerous waters.

"Ka..." I tried to speak, then cut myself off. "M..." My second attempt ended just as quickly as the first. "Power Girl, I..." I stopped myself twice since, despite the situation, I felt the need to keep Karen's secret.

But it didn't matter because, in response to my words, Karen simply extended a gloved finger in a pointed movement that told me to shut up, which I did.

"What were you doing?" She repeated herself.

Iris was clearly hesitant, but she opened her mouth, closed it, and then opened it again. "I was... helping this young man, discover..." While she spoke, her slender hand reached forward to grasp at my arm.

That was an action Karen clearly didn't appreciate, as not even a second after her arm inched in my direction, the Kryptonian blasted a ray of pure red heat from her eyes. The bean zoomed right by Iris's head and trimmed a few strands of her dark curled hair.

Both Iris and I stick stiff from the sudden and unprompted attack.

"If you want your arm," Karen said. "Keep your hands to yourself."

It genuinely scared me how calm she was—being so accustomed to her zipping around at insane speeds, watching her talk and speak in such an unnaturally passive way, caused fucking tingles.

Iris gulped but made no extra effort to defy the busty woman floating above her. She and I both realized that Karen's calm persona was masking a great deal of rage; that heat vision attack was calculated, Iris lost just an unnoticeable portion of her hair. And, if Power Girl wanted to, she could have lost so much more.

"I'm only going to ask one more time." Kara cocked her head as she floated in place. The red energy contained in her eyes grew in intensity, so much so that I could feel a sheen of sweat rising from how absurdly warm the room was becoming. "What were you doing?"

"I... Promise..." Iris responded in an extremely slow manner; her eyes wavered over Karen as if she were afraid to say the wrong word. Which she clearly was. "I was only helping this young man... Nothing else." Karen didn't respond. Something that left Iris feeling as though she needed to continue speaking. "You can tell when I'm lying." She said. "I'm pretty sure that's why you're quiet. You are listening to my heartbeat... Then you know I'm telling the truth to you. I meant no harm. I'm only trying to help him. That's all."

Karen stayed in the air and stared intently into Iris with her eyes containing a ray of heat that was just itching to lash out. Multiple long seconds passed, and eventually, she released a sigh, the energy in her eyes died down, and then her booted feet collided with the floor.

Iris breathed out a sigh of relief, and so did I; watching Power Girl enter an overprotective mother mode wasn't something I ever thought I'd be able to witness. And now that I could say I have seen for myself, I can confidently say that I fear for whoever puts her into that state.

I closed my eyes and exhaled a long, tense breath through my nose. Then, I heard a loud rush of wind; and opened my eyes just in time to see Karen whoosh back into the house. Any trace of her anger vanished and in its place was a face filled with genuine concern. Iris, and her discarded top, was nowhere to be seen, only the fading imprint of where her ass sat on the couch. It was somewhat eerie not knowing what Karen did to her, along with the knowledge that whatever she did was so fast I happened while I had my eyes closed for a little over a second.

"Are you okay?" Before I could do really anything, I found myself back on the couch. Her eyes were no longer holding any trace of an energy blast; in its place were two pure white irises that glowed with a soft intensity that didn't produce the heat of any kind.

"Yeah... um.... I'm okay..." I assumed she was using her X-Ray vision on me and rightly felt a touch self-conscious, especially when her gaze trailed over my crotch. There was a tent in my pants, and considering the situation, it would be awkward to explain; but Karen made no note of it, and instead, after looking me over, she grabbed me by the shoulders and initiated a hug.

"Thank god..." She breathed.

It must not have been intentional, but considering our size difference, it made sense. My face naturally fell nearly right between her breasts. Only missing slightly and letting my chin sit in the upper swell of her cleavage, while the rest of my face sat against her toned chest. She breathed a few long and steady breaths; each intake of air caused her breasts to rise upwards onto my face.

I felt her hand casually trail my back in a comforting manner, and I couldn't help but feel relaxed. She had the power to level cities, but at this moment, she was the softest and most caring woman around. For a second, if I were to ignore the many questions and uncertainties that stemmed over the last few days, I was reminded of how it felt to be held in my mother's arms.

"Mason." She said before I was pushed away from her embrace, "Why didn't you call me? Didn't I tell you to..."

"I was fine." I interrupted her without noticing I had cut her off until it was too late. Wow, a world where I could manage to interrupt Power Girl, and she didn't retaliate, isn't a world I ever expected to live in. "Nothing really happened."

"I'm serious..." She frowned and raised her hand to cup the side of my face. The glove's material felt leathery and slightly rugged, yet her intention was naturally soft and held back any and all of the potential power she possessed. "Listen..." There it was again, another sudden whoosh, and she was gone. But before all the surrounding objects without any weight to hold them down could topple over, she appeared right next to me again. "I don't care what happens to me, right..." She came back with a knife in her hand, something that initially made me blink in surprise. But then I remembered who was holding it, and the blade became an afterthought.

Karen roved her left glove, revealing a slender hand into the air; she brought the knife upwards and then drove it down into the back of her gloveless hand. The metal blade portion of the knife broke and bent before my eyes, along with the handle.

"I can take a lot... You, on the other hand..." She tossed the crumbled kitchenware aside and looked into my eyes. "You can't survive as much... And, I'm worried about you."

Her ungloved hand covered mine and was rubbing it as gently as she could manage. I gazed down at her hand and then looked up to her blue eyes. That look displayed genuine affection; it's hard to fake that; it's the same look my mother gave me before S.T.A.R Labs fucked up and ruined everything.

And it was S.T.A.R Labs that made me question my very existence. Those people fucked with my entire life. Who's to say they aren't doing the same with me now? I want to believe this is real... But, as of late, too many things aren't making sense. Stacey became my sexy maid... No one can notice me perving on them; (that point was still valid because this whole time when I wasn't looking into her eyes, my focus was directly on her massive cleavage window.) My absent father appeared to have vanished from my life entirely. And now I'm apparently a meta with the power to have random fucking headaches.

Then, the most blatantly unexplainable thing to be added to this shit pile was Power Girl. The chick I have jacked off to multiple times on the internet and the same busty heroine that I watched save people's lives through new feeds. She's now my mother, as overly protective and loving as she could be...

It didn't add up. Nothing did.

This could all be some fake plot by S.T.A.R Labs to fuck with me yet again. And, if they are. Well, honestly... I don't think I care.

I sighed.

As much as I enjoyed staring directly at her massive display of cleavage, which bulged against her tight costume and the chest between said cleavage. I felt the need to meet her gaze as I said this. "Karen, er... Mom... I... I'm sorry this is all just weird for me. I trust you... I trust you a lot, actually." I said sincerely. It was true.

She smiled, not in the sassy, sarcastic smirk I was used to seeing from her during my internet searches of her name, but a genuine display of delight from hearing me say that.

"But..." I continued speaking. "I don't know what to trust... These headaches are because of those people at S.T.A.R Labs, and... Honestly, that I can deal with, but they took away my mom... And after that... I can't trust or forgive them."

Karen's face was void of that previous affection. Her lips rested in a passively displeased state, but I could sense that it wasn't directed towards me. "I know. I know... After what they did to you, I lost any respect I had for those dicks. And what they did to your mother... God... I'm so sorry..." Both of her hands were placed on either side of my shoulders; one had a blue glove, the other didn't. "But you have me. Okay? I don't care what they do. I won't leave you." She planted her soft lips on my forehead; the contact felt like a moist pillow pressing itself against me. "Please. I don't expect you to trust them... But you can trust me... And if they're half as smart as they claim to be, they won't mess with you again. I won't let them."

Her words lingered in the air while she stared at me with a firm expression. I gazed at her for a few lingering moments before the tension building between us broke, and I did the only thing I felt was warranted in this situation.

I hugged her.

Karen appeared taken aback for a few seconds. She blinked a couple of times before she brought her hands down to wrap around my back. Her chest felt remarkably comforting, and with her strong arms draped behind me, I could have honestly fallen asleep like this.

"Thanks," I said. Still enjoying the way her bosom mashed into my chest and lower face. I adjusted myself so that the apparent ''affection'' in my pants wasn't brushing against her during our embrace. "But. You know..." My breath spoke directly onto her chest. "Iris wasn't trying to harm me. She didn't even hurt me at all."

"Oh, I know." Karen slowly ushered me out of our hug, so she could casually ruffle my hair. "I could tell that her intentions were good. But I'm honestly not comfortable with her being around you. She was topless for some freaking reason."

"Yeah..." I said, not wanting her to know that Iris's state of dress might have been more of my doing. "Okay. I mean, I trust you, so..."

"Good. And I love you." For the second time, she kissed me—this time on the cheek. Power Girl casually kissing me. Yes, I guess this is the world I now live in. She then rose into the air and shifted to her feet. "Now, I'm going to go back to work. Can I please trust you, Mason? Please?"

"Yeah yeah... Yes! Definitely."

Her eyes narrowed. "If anything happens... ANYTHING! I don't care if you stub your toe or if Brainiac's ship comes down and starts floating over this house. You'll do what?"

It's been so long since I've last been spoken to by a stern yet caring woman. Sure, I had Stacey as a stepmom, but she always came off as running by the books and overall not genuinely caring for my well being. But Karen, on the other hand, comes off as willing to put herself in harm's way just to protect me. I know she's a hero and would do that for nearly anyone, but it felt special coming from her. She literally permitted me to request her presence for nearly any situation. If that didn't make me special, I don't know what would.

"I'll call you," I said.

Karren's narrow eyes loosened their intensity nearly immediately, and she showed me a soft smile. "Thank you... Now, on that note." She presented her chest ahead of her and rested her gloved fist on the side of her mightily curved hip while her other hand splayed down against her bare muscular thigh. "Stay here for a second."

She must have grown so accustomed to that stance that it becomes second nature to her when she's in her cleavage-bearing skin-hugging suit.

Before I could ponder more about my superheroine mother, she was gone. Yet again, she displayed her absurdly quick speed; clutter around the room flung into the air as the gust of wind she created buffeted my face.

Exactly one second later, she reappeared, though I began to expect the suddenness of her presence, and it didn't catch me off guard. If only I could move that fast. Fuck why didn't S.T.A.R Labs give me the power of super speed instead of the amazing ability to obtain random headaches? Speaking of super speed, if Power Girl was that swift, how fast can the Flash go?

"I know you just said you don't trust the people at S.T.A.R Labs..." Karen said. But my gaze and ears found themselves distracted by her body. I didn't intend to, but my eyes began to wander and on their own. Not that I wasn't checking her out earlier, but now that she is standing in front of me, I was able to make out the fine details of her outfit-clad body. It really was nearly skin-tight; the suit hugged the defining aspects of her body, such as her apparent abs, which somewhat showed themselves through the tight material. "But you trust me. Right?"

"I..." My staring eyes went unnoticed by her as she waited for an answer, but I knew my cock wouldn't be so hard to spot. I shook away any perverted thoughts, which was hard, mind you, since her literal presence was a magnet to those things. "Yeah, Mom. I do."

I blinked.

The word _''Mom'' _came out quite naturally there.

"Good." She said. "So I need you to put these on." In her outstretched hand were two earpieces. They were the exact devices that Caitlin chick gave me to wear before. "They said these things would help them get a reading or something. I don't really understand that science shit."

"Yeah... I don't know if I should put that in..."

"Mason." She said softly. I looked up from her hands towards her cleavage that swallowed light between them and sucked it into her toned chest; then, of course, I continued looking up and into her eyes. "Just trust me."

"Umm..." Well, I did certainly have a high amount of faith in her. If she didn't want me here, she could have dropped me or thrown my hopeless ass a thousand miles away by now. "Okay. Yeah, alright."

I took the earpieces, and with hesitance, placed them into my ears. Nothing of note happened after they sat snug in place; though, I didn't expect anything to transpire. At least not yet. My guess was that S.T.A.R Labs would use this to monitor me in some way and use that data to find more ways to fuck shit up like they always do.

But Karen had a point. They may have gotten rid of my mother before, but now my mom is quite literally the Power Girl. And I don't think it would be in their best interest to make her upset by toying with me.

"Alright..." She said. Her voice trailed off as her eyes wandered over me. Abruptly she appeared in front of me; before I had a chance to react, she kissed me on the cheek in the exact same place as before. I'm pretty sure she just added more spit to the spot she left previously. After kissing me. She stepped back and said. "I'm going to work. And..."

It appeared as though she wanted to leave, but her eyes kept sticking to me falteringly. I opened my mouth to say something, but instead of me getting a word out. I let out a quiet peep as she bolted towards me through the air again and kissed me on the forehead.

"I love you." She said. Her head leaned back, and she floated in front of me with her back arched forward. I was greeted with the sight of her enormous tits hovering in my line of sight and hanging down. Then all I saw was golden blonde hair as she kissed me yet again, this time on my other cheek. "And I just..." She breathed after planting another peck. "I want you to know that." I didn't get to say anything since she planted her lips on the same cheek again, then on my forehead, my other cheek, and the side of my temple. "Okay... Okay.. Okay... I..." She looked at me with uncertainty in her eyes and then laid one last kiss on my cheek. "I'm done.. I'm done..."

"Woah... I.." My head was spinning from her onslaught of kisses. I felt every part of my face moist with her spit; I would quite literally need to wash my face. With every time her mouth landed on me, more and more of her loving spittle coated my skin.

"I'm usually not that affectionate," Karen said rather quickly. Then, for the first time in... Ever, I saw a blush form on her beautiful face. "I just... I want you to know I love you in case something happens... Because... I was never too open about it, but I do; I love you more than anything, Mason. And I'm going to make sure I show it."

"I'm not complaining.." I said. And still dazed, I added. "I kinda wish you would always kiss me on the lips instead."

Just then, my head pulsed. And I felt the dizzying sensation that had grown quite accustomed to forcing its way into my brain, come back for some ''fun''. But it wasn't fun, far from it. It was like a passively annoying pulsing sensation. Though, to be fair, it wasn't too unbearable, just enough to make me want to lay down in bed. Maybe drink some water, and rub my temple.

But despite all that. I didn't want Karen to witness my dismay. She'd associate the pain to either S.T.A.R Labs (since I just put on the earpieces) or either my meta headache power acting up again. It was undoubtedly the latter, seeing that I've always been getting these headaches even before putting on those earpieces. But either option would cause her to want to stay home to watch over me. And honestly, I didn't like the idea of hogging Power Girl to myself. She has to work, and if other people need her, I shouldn't have her worry over me twenty-four seven.

Fortunately then, she seemed not to notice my distressed -look as I dealt with a slight and sudden headache. Since she was actually going through something herself, her face appeared somewhat dazed and spaced out for a moment. But as soon as I noticed that, she blinked and looked towards me. A smile that shifted more along the lines of a smirk passed over her lips. "Oh, you want your mom to give you some real sugar?" She quietly hummed and said. "I don't know..."

Now I felt embarrassed; I quickly opened my mouth to defend my absently perverted statement. "No! I was just joking. You don't really need to."

*SHHWOOSH*

Karen's face was no more than an inch away from mine. I was taken aback and initially assumed she was kneeling to reach my level of height, but instead, she had me held up in the air. Her arms wrapped firmly around me and squishing my chest against her gigantic and indestructible squishy bags of pillowy fat.

"I know I don't need to..." She whispered. "But I want to."

And then I felt her lips. But not on my cheek or anywhere she had kissed previously; in fact, I didn't just feel her. I tasted her. And that taste was like heaven, literal perfection, in the softest, consent form. Her mouth mashed against mine, and she let out a breathy moan between our sealed lips.

It took me no more than a second to naturally kiss back, and would you believe that this was my first kiss? Because I didn't. Especially since it was with Power Girl? The one and only busty blond Kyrptonan slash now mother, Power Girl?

Yeah, none of this made any fucking sense... But I just rolled with it.

The taste of her spit was subline, and my tongue found its way into her mouth. Wet and squishy squelch sounds echoed throughout the living room as our mouths mashed; I kept my arms fastened tightly around her back to hold me against her. Though I was sure, she had no intention of letting me fall to the floor. And I absently began to shift my chest from side to side, an action that caused her tits, which she completely and utterly squished upon me so much that her boob fat spilled out to either side of her body, to rub against me subtly.

After what felt like forever, and a large amount of drool which spilled down our lips and fell within her mashed and graduated cleavage, she ended our makeout session and pulled her head back to say. "Is that what you wanted?" Her breath battered directly against my face and smelled arousing.

In a wordless reply, I simply nodded dumbly, as one would after being kissed and hugged in the air by a woman who's beautiful to a flawless degree and could have snapped my spine without putting in much if any effort.

Karen must've appreciated my reaction; she chuckled and kept me held securely against her. "I love you so freaking much." She breathed against my face and then delivered an extraordinarily brief but insanely arousing peck to my lips.

The simple contact left a string of saliva to connect our lips and break apart to join the rest of her spit collection between her tits.

"Okay." She said softly and gently lowered me to the ground. "I won't be worried because I know you'll call me if anything happens."

I staggered back upon regaining my footing on solid ground. "Uh..." The urge to lick and touch my lips were astounding. But I didn't want to do so in front of Karen, as thought would probably come off as incredibly pathetic. "How do I know you'll hear me? Do I just call for you?"

"Just shout," She shrugged. The simple action made her chest jiggle, and I could notice a slight reflection from the light bouncing off the spit that pooled between her tits. "I'll probably hear you." Then after some thought, she added. "If I am not there within... Ten... Twenty seconds... Call me. You have my number."

"I do?" I asked. Then upon remembering that, I, in fact, do have THE Power Girl's personal number saved in my contacts like it's the most casual thing ever, I said. "Oh yeah. I do."

"Alright." She rose into the air and turned around.

I expected her to burst away and create a massive gust of wind that would knock over any light items surrounding her. But instead, I was greeted by a mighty fine ass; her whole cheeks literally ate the thin material of her one-piece outfit between each meaty cheek. At a point, I could barely see the suit, and all I was graced with were two fat ass cheeks. Her head craned back to me one last time, where she noticed me staring at her ass. Or, I guess she didn't notice me since that's impossible for women to do anymore; and instead, she said. "I love you." One last time before...

*SHHKABPOOOFFF*

A massive blast of wind crackled through the air, and in the place, she just floated was nothing but a collection of scattered objects that now lined about the entire room.

Damn... This place is a mess...

Eh, Stacey will clean it up. I guess that's what Karen is paying her for anyway. Right now, I think I require a long-awaited ''relief'' session. Along with some time to think things over and maybe try to find sense in this odd set of events that is now my world.

Over an hour has passed. Time Caitlin spent sitting in the same spot, in front of the same computer, staring at the same blank screen with no sign of a change coming anytime soon. Eventually, she had to call it quits and call it in early. The coffee sitting beside her could only do so much to keep her mind in a mentally stable and awake state.

Having spent an all-nighter working on one metahuman cure after another, she's finding it hard to see a reason to stay here much longer. Especially if her most recent meta patient didn't want to use the reader device she gave him.

Honestly, though, at this point, it's his mother's fault. If she wanted him to get better, she'd make him wear the earbuds he was prescribed.

Caitlin yawned.

She blinked tiredly and checked the time at the bottom corner of her computer station.

Shit. Is that really the time?

Okay. At this point, she has been awake for over twenty-four hours.

If the kid isn't going to use her readers, then she can't help him. And what's the point of staying awake to assist someone who doesn't even want to help himself?

She yawned again.

And she was very tired.

Caitlin took one last lingering sip from her coffee mug. And after sparing a look at her computer screen, only to see nothing appear, she sighed and stood from her seat.

"Hey, Gideon." She said as loudly as she could manage, considering her drowsy state.

"Yes, Ms. Snow?" The female robotic voice responded curtly.

"Shut everything down. I'm locking up for the night."

"Of course, Ms. Snow." The voice said. "But you do know it is only ten in the morning, right?"

"Yeah." Caitlin yawned for the umpteenth time while arching her slim back to stretch. "I know."

"Alright then."

"Look. They clearly aren't going to use what I gave them any time soon. So..." Caitlin paused mid-sentence as when she glanced back to her computer, to her utter astonishment, the screen had changed. "No way..."

The devices, which were labeled dormant for the past hour, now showed that they were active. They began to show an accurate and updating reading of the boy's metahuman genes as they fluctuated. It showed that he was indeed in a healthy state of mind; all three aspects of his dark matter, as in positive, negative, and neutral, were all fluctuating well between natural wavelengths. Natural for most healthy and stable metahumans, that is. And the sensors detected a near-flawless connection with the meta particles it was scanning data from; since they were designed to be placed in one's ears, the majority of his dark matter must still be resting in his cerebral cortex.

But that begged the question... Why? The immediate answer was that he might have gained mental abilities of some kind. Grodd had a similar trait in that most of his dark matter was active in changing his brain's very functionalities and abilities. But even in the ape's case, the dark matter actually did something; it enhanced Grodd's mental capabilities. For her newest patient, what did the particles change? Because as it stands, nothing is being altered; the particles are merely sitting in place, slowly building in power but not to an unhealthy point.

It's as if they're waiting for something...

Just how she is waiting for anything to happen.

"Okay, Gideon, you can still shut this place down." She said. "I'll check in on that tomorrow."

"Are you certain you do not want to grab a bite to eat and return to monitor the situation?"

Caitlin rolled her eyes as she retrieved her oversized jacket, which was quickly draped over her slim and shapely body. "Do you want to monitor the-"

"Nope."

"That's what I thought." She said. "Besides, it will keep a log of any noticeable changes. And I will work on getting a sufficient amount of sleep." After saying her piece, she left through the open doors to the lab and turned to move down the hall towards the exit elevator. "If Cisco comes back, tell him to check up on patient 13."

"Of course, Ms. Snow. You have a good rest."

"I'll try."

Just as Caitlin was out of view of the computer and the lights around her began to shut off, the readings on its screen instantly shifted. They bolted into rates leading on the very dangerous scale for a few seconds and then gradually began to tick down.

While she wasn't there to see it, the devices did save the noticeable spike. As a precaution, it's designed to record everything around it. If nothing happens, and everything stays level, those recordings are instantly disposed of. But in the case of something moving to unnatural territories, it will save and upload thirty seconds before and after the change to S.T.A.R Labs.

And it happened to upload something quite peculiar, but, of course, she'll have to look into it later. Nothing is more critical than a good night's sleep... Or morning sleep, in this case.

But Caitlin didn't make it far after stepping foot outside S.T.A.R Labs, as no more than five seconds later, she heard a familiar voice that caused her to naturally tense in place. A shadowy figure loomed over her, one that was naturally curly with two large bulges on either side of its chest, along with a smallish cape that flowed in the wind.

"Hello again." The voice said.

Caitlin blinked and made a move to turn around, but before she could get far, there was a sudden and powerful crash on the pavement beside her.

Power Girl stood stock still, showing no sign of needing to recover from such a forceful landing. The ground beneath her boot was cracked into a series of rubble, with some dust floating through the air. Her arms were crossed just below her massive breasts and subtly pushed upwards her cleavage, which Caitlin couldn't help but imagine how heavy they were. But, for a Kryptonian, she probably didn't notice how ridiculously heavy her bosom really was.

"I just wanted to say hi." Power Girl said flatly.

Caitlin raised a brow at the woman that stood between her and her car. "Uh-Huh... And I don't have to use my knowledge of body language to notice that you're upset and want to tell me something..."

"Yeah. You're right." She held her flat tone. Her tongue came out to subtly lick her lips. "You and I never really had any problems. But lately..."

"We messed with your son. I get it, and I'm sorry we won't-"

"No!" Without a warning of any kind, Power Girl's eyes were flooded with a red light, and then she blasted a pulsating energy burst through her eyes. It whooshed past Caitlin and landed in the large pond that rested to the side of S.T.A.R Lab. The red beam shot into the water, and a second later was composed in a plasmic explosion that launched water into the sky.

Caitlin had to gulp nervously from how swiftly such an attack was initiated. If Power Girl had wanted to, there wasn't any chance she would have been able to avoid it.

"Sorry. Won't. Cut. It." Power Girl spoke each word through her gritted teeth. "It's one thing when you mess up and affect random people. But when you screw with my son. You're screwing with me."

"I..."

"And trust me." Power Girl took a few steps closer to Caitlin, who had to make a few hesitant steps back. "You do NOT want to screw with me."

"Okay, alright," Caitlin said with a hesitant hand rubbing her arm. "I get it..."

"I hope you do." The busty Kryptonian said and uncrossed her arms. She leaned back and placed her hands on her hips. "Because I'm trusting you guys. Don't make me regret that... You're operating on my boy now, and I think you know what a mother would do for her son."

"Yes. We're going to do nothing but help him." Caitlin blinked and looked into Power Girl's stony gaze.

After a few seconds of Power Girl eyeing down the coated scientist, she opened her mouth. "Good." She said. Then without even tucking her feet, there was a gust of air followed by a loud whoosh, and she was gone.

Caitlin was left looking up into the sky where Power Girl was nothing more than a dot in the ever-expanding atmosphere.

"Well, that totally didn't add an unneeded amount of stress." She said with a sigh.

Then she realized that Power Girl could still probably hear her, and speaking aloud might not be the best thing to do. Instead of dwelling on that thought, she continued on towards her car; after that, there's no way she can afford to miscalculate anything about Power Girl's son. So it would be best to rest up and stay in her healthiest state of mind before she comes back to work on his case.

An angered Kryptonian is a threat in and of itself.