Time to be a hero!

“I can handle it,” Kara said.

She swallowed, not feeling especially like a hero from where she crouched, hiding most of her body behind the sofa. Still, some things were more important than her modesty.

Alex hesitated, unsure. In response Kara **** herself to stand up, awkwardly posing in front of her sister with her arms vainly trying to hide her chest and cunt, and only really drawing attention to how much skin was on display. Kara couldn’t help but flush.

“You know you can’t fight Vartox like that,” Alex said. “You’ll need your hands to defend yourself.”

“I know,” Kara said, reddening slightly. “Jut- give me a little time before I have to expose myself. Please?”

She whimpered a little.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Alex said.

Kara nodded, looking as resolute as she could when the only scrap of ‘clothing’ she wore was an S-shield in her cleavage, and when her cheeks were crimson.

A little reluctantly Alex told her the address, and moments later Kara was gone, leaving the curtains rustling and window open in her wake.

“Good luck,” Alex murmured.

Normally Kara would have been able to hear her, if she’d been paying attention. Instead she was to focused on staying high, staying out of sight of the city.

It was still daylight, still bright enough that she could use her powers; and oh, how good it felt. She basked in the feeling of staying strong, of not running dry the moment she tried to help.

Just don’t think about the cost.

She slowed some way above the address Alex had given her, and blushed immediately. It wasn’t some out of the way location like last time, Vartox was intentionally causing trouble in the middle of the city.

Dozens of people, maybe more, milling around, running… While he waved his axe, leaving gashes in the concrete.

If Kara had been thinking straight, she might have realised it seemed like a trap, a way to draw her out.

But she wasn’t, she couldn’t focus on anything beyond the fact that she was seconds away from flying nude into full view of the city, and how there would be no opportunity to cover herself.

She swallowed, wiped her eyes, let herself only whimper once, then steel herself. The city had to see a hero.

Unable to do anything about her flushed features, Kara descended.

“Hey!” she shouted the moment her feet hit the ground.

Vartox turned to her and immediately swung his axe. She grabbed it, needing to use both hands to resist his enhanced strength, matching the **** he exerted to stop the handle moving and to keep the blade a safe distance.

She didn’t know what the alien weapon could do to her-

“Wait, is that-”

“Oh my god she’s-”

“Fuck yes!”

It was impossible for her not to pick up all the murmurs of the people watching the fight. What must they think? Sticking her ass out, unable to hide her tits…

She kicked, then flushed deeper when she realised the motion would have flashed her pussy too. Still, it knocked Vartox back.

If she could just get this over with quickly…

He swung again; she ducked under it -don’t think about how she was pushing her ass out – and came up again to deliver an uppercut, pushing herself off the ground to do so.

She focused - Rao everyone was staring at her boobs – and delivered a shot of heat vision to the power source in the base of his axe. He quickly pulled away, looking up; his glower was somewhat ruined by how his gaze flicked down Kara’s body, but it had its intended effect.

More embarrassed than she’d ever been, Kara dove for him again, pinning him to the ground, using all of her strength to keep him down, and to keep his axe harmlessly place.

Still naked, naked and straddling- she bit back a whimper, trying to ignore those thoughts, to focus on the practicality. If she could break his axe…

“It’s been a long time, little one,” someone said behind her.

Kara hesitated. Wait, she knew that voice…

It seemed to catch Vartox by surprise too, distracting him for long enough for Kara to knock him out. The DEO could deal with him; quickly, Kara stood and turned, cheeks still flaming from her nudity.

But, no, she had to look strong, look like this was planned, look like this wasn’t a ****, humiliating last resort.

“Aunt Astra?” Kara said, voice faltering.

She’d died, on Krypton, surely. But no, she knew her aunt’s face, recognised her.

Then Kara’s gaze darted down, and took in what her aunt had on.