Superspeed

Lena didn’t have any time to dwell on last night’s oddity. She was new to National City, new to control of the company, and making a good impression was vital.

She’d talked about rebranding, but more than that transparency was important. Especially after everything Lex had pulled, she couldn’t afford to have secrets.

She’d planned this a few days ago, so even if she was worried about what Supergirl had said she couldn’t have pulled out. An open meeting to discuss the future of L-Corp, planned projects, make sure the public knew where every last dollar of the company’s profits were going.

No secret labs, no power suits, no superweapons.

It was in the square just outside her building. A podium had been raised with a microphone for her to speak into, and gathered were a fair few journalists. More than she’d expected in fact; she’d thought it would just be the usual business and tech crowd.

No, there were tabloids mixed in. Of course, eager for any titbit they could twist; the Luthor name summoned such vultures. Lena bit back an exasperated sigh, and walked up onto the podium.

“I’ll try not to keep you too long,” she said. “There are four major projects L-Corp will be pursuing, I’ll give an outline of each and take questions – questions about the company and business only – after.”

Right. Lena inhaled-

And felt a sudden gust of air. She blinked, feeling strange. Wait, her blazer-

She looked down. When she’d come onto the stage she’d been wearing a professional looking set of a red blouse, black blazer and black pencil skirt. Now, somehow her blazer was…

She shook it off. No way, that was impossible, maybe it was just a moment of madness making her think she’d worn a blazer. Clearing her throat, Lena returned her attention to the speech.

“Firstly, the philanthropic outreach,” Lena began. “Working with Wayne Enterprises, we-”

Another rush of air. Lena glanced down, and flushed to suddenly see her blouse unbuttoned. What-

Hastily she reached up, buttoning it again as quickly as she could, hiding the glimpse of her bra again and trying not to think about the camera from one of the trashier papers flashing away.

“S-sorry about this, I don’t know what-” Lena tried to say. “I- ah!”

Another gust, and suddenly her skirt had been pushed up, the hem going from beneath her knees to rolled up and exposing her black panties.

Doing her best to stay dignified, Lena reached down, leaving the top few buttons of her blouse undone in her haste to roll her skirt back down.

What the hell was…

Once her skirt was back down, she returned her hands to the podium, catching her breath, still flushed slightly. Ok, bizarre, but she was used to bizarre. So long as it didn’t happen again.

Not remembering that she was still exposing more of her pale cleavage, Lena continued. She talked about how much money L-Corp was dedicating to this project, their goals, what they were doing-

The wind rushed past her again, knocking her hair slightly askew. Lena straightened it, glancing down. Something felt off, but things seemed normally enough. Quickly she did up her blouse again, realising that she’d left the buttons undone, but…

Her skirt was a little ruffled, but still decent. Had nothing happened that time? Maybe it was a good sign.

And shifted, turning to gesture, when she felt it. She bit back an embarrassing squeak; her panties! That last rush of air had somehow managed to take her panties.

Oh god, if her skirt ended up being pushed up again…

She almost fled the stage right there, but no, this was important. If things got worse, maybe, but the future of L-Corp was at stake. Lena cleared her throat.

“Moving onto the second project,” she said, and felt a rush of air again.