Wonder Woman is angry with Power Girl

At first, Power Girl hung around the medbay, sitting in a chair right beside Wonder Woman’s bed with one leg crossed over the other and a content smile on her face as she peered down at the Amazon Queen. She made sure to get lots of close-up pictures of her frozen face of utter defeat and her lolling tongue, her rolled-up eyes, as well as a full-body video of her occasional muscle twitching, steadily heaving breasts, and curled-up fingers and toes. Wonder Woman was out like a light and stiff as a board after that gratuitous pounding she’d received, and the young Kryptonian was loving every second of the aftermath.

Eventually, though, the scene got less interesting. Wonder Woman wasn’t moving besides the occasional twitch of her leg or eyelid, and Power Girl had captured all the images she’d wanted to, as well as seared the image into her permanent memories. So, she rose from the seat, gave Wonder Woman’s cheek a little goodbye pinch, and had a final giggle at the way her tongue lolled and poked out from her open lips before walking off to the upper floor of the Watchtower again. With Wonder Woman out cold and bedbound, Power Girl had the entire floor to herself.

It wasn’t until hours later that Wonder Woman woke up and was let out of the medbay by the bots, shuffling her boots and clutching at her head with a hand leaning against the wall the whole way back to the upper floor. She did her best to ignore the usual ogling of the newbie heroes as she focused on just getting one foot in front of the other, and so didn’t notice at all that the way they were looking at her had… changed. Irreversibly.

The automatic doors to the upper floor cafeteria slid open as Wonder Woman stood outside, leaning heavily on the doorframe and holding an ice pack to her head. Inside the mess hall, the only other hero on the tower with clearance for this floor sat at one side of a table eating a bite from her sandwich. She turned her bright-eyed head towards the doorway, blonde bob shifting slightly from the movement. A pang of fear instinctively welled up in her at the return of a Wonder Woman she’d wronged, but immediately evaporated upon seeing the sight of a knock-kneed and unsteady Diana. Her costume’s corset was slightly off-centre, her tiara crooked, and her boots uneven and with both sets of toes pointing inwards. Wonder Woman’s gaze was locked straight downwards as she leaned against the door, her messy tangle of hair hanging down and completely obscuring her face. She might’ve been awake again, but she clearly was not recovered.

Power Girl tried to hold back the giggles as the League founder slowly shook the cobwebs from her head, looked up and across the room with unfocused eyes, then shuffled towards Power Girl’s table and dropped unelegantly into the seat across from her.

Power Girl watched her intently the whole way, drinking in the sight. As Wonder Woman dropped into her chair, she didn’t say a word or even look up, just staring straight down and breathing heavy, ragged breaths as her hair dangled over her face. Power Girl leaned forwards with her face in her gloved hands and her white fabric-covered elbows on the table, smiling and raising an eyebrow as she waited for the busty Amazon Queen’s next movement. With the corseted heroine back awake again, she was curious to see where her week of fun would take her next.

At last, Wonder Woman breathed in one final deep breath, and stopped suddenly.

Did she just fucking fall asleep? Power Girl thought, amused. She started to reach across the table to grab hold of the Amazon’s raven hair and pull up her face for examination, when Wonder Woman exhaled a “phew.” and started to lift her head, moving the hair out of her eyes with her hands. Power Girl quickly snatched her hand back and acted casual before Wonder Woman could notice, as the heroine partially fixed her hair, set her tiara and righted her posture, then placed her hands flat on the table. Her sharp eyes showed that she was essentially back to her normal self again, if a bit more wirey-haired and with a handful extra beads of sweat across her hot bod.

"What you did in the training hall wasn't funny, power girl." she said at last, her voice stern and actually making Power Girl shrink back for a moment. "As soon as Cyborg's back on the watchtower, I'll be telling him to discount that loss."

"Sorry, Diana, I only meant it as a joke.” Power Girl said in her most sincere-sounding voice, looking down at the tabletop. “I didn't expect you to get knocked out like that. I was just about to let you go when you suddenly just went limp and dropped to the floor." She took note of the fact that Wonder Woman only seemed to know about her first downfall, and not the following twenty seven. "It was a real shock, I thought you'd have been able to take more than that. I'm so sorry. I rushed you to the medbay as fast as I could. How are you feeling?"

Power Girl hid a smirk as she weaved minor insults into her apology, too hidden by concerned words and a sweet tone to be called out directly. Wonder Woman sighed, seeming irritated, but also to buy Power Girl’s prank-gone-wrong narrative.

"The med-bots said my brain is still healing,” Wonder Woman said. “But it should be fine in a few days."

"Oh, good!"

Moving without warning, Power Girl reached forwards with one hand and delivered a sturdy superstrength flick to the chin of Diana.

"uugh!"

Wonder Woman slipped back into her chair, knocked out for a second by the simple flick. Power Girl leaned forward with her hands under her chin again, smiling broadly as Wonder Woman’s eyes fluttered weakly. The Amazon Queen was drooping and slumped in her chair, but slowly came to with a groan in short time.

"Oops - did I just knock you out again?" Power Girl teased, dropping the act now that it was clear Wonder Woman was still quite chinny at the moment, and wouldn’t have a hope in hell of fighting back. She was loving the rush of power she felt from all of this.

Diana gave her head a slow shake to attempt to clear the wooziness as she slowly came to after the flash knockout.

"don't be ridiculoush." she sounded drunk, slurring her words as her hair flapped back and forth with her shaking head. "Wonder Woman doeshn't get knocked out."

Power Girl giggled "Doesn't she?"

Wonder Woman shook her head stubbornly, body drunkenly swaying with the momentum.

"never! never ever ever!"

It seemed that the power flick had knocked her out, and she had come back ditzy. Giggling, Power Girl reached out and booped her on the nose, feeling no threat at all from the childlike state of the usually-fearsome Amazon.

"Then what about Power Girl?” she asked playfully, leaning in and pushing out her large bust a bit. “Does she ever... lose a bet and get choked out? Get pounded **** by a training bot? Faint from a flick on the chin?"

Wonder Woman looked at her, seeming to honestly consider the question.

"power girl..." she said thoughtfully. Her eyes widened as she made her decision. "power girl'sh pretty. power girl doeshn't get knocked out. power girl KNOCKSH people out!"

"You're funny,” Power Girl laughed. “Hey, want to play a game?"

"okay!"

"Stay still. I'm going to hit you as hard as I can, and if you can stay awake, you win. You ready?"

The giddy, delirious Wonder Woman nodded happily, and leaned forward to stick out her chin with her hands gripping the table, then paused.

"but..." she hesitated. "but Power Girl knocks people out..."

"But you're WONDER WOMAN! Wonder Woman NEVER gets knocked out, and it's only one punch. You can handle it, can't you?"

Convinced, Wonder Woman looked up and smiled, sticking out her chin again.

"Okay! UAAFFF!!"

Diana’s head was rocked to one side by a suddden blow, quickly turning towards her shoulder, then suddenly her whole body dropped forward. She banged her forehead hard on the metal table, bounced, and fell out of her seat and onto the floor with a loud clatter as she tipped her chair on the way down.

Her royal tiara skidded a short distance from the rest of her gobsmacked body, her thick, smooth legs piled on top of each other in a tangle. She wasn’t moving. Her pretty eyes were crossed stupidly, and her mouth was stuck frozen in a permanent silent “ougghhh…”

Power Girl, giggling again, leaned back in her chair, picked up her milkshake, and crossed one leg over the other, pushing out her cleavage-revealing tightly filled boob window in a proud display of might and overflowing confidence.

"Oh no, you lost~" she smiled, guiding the straw into her mouth, looking down at the sleeping Wondie sprawled out on the linoleum floor of the cafeteria. Felled in one punch by the real most powerful woman on the planet, and in all likelihood, not going to remember a second of today’s events after taking such a devastating almighty blow to the jaw, collapsing onto the table, then flopping and skidding across their private mess hall.

Power Girl had never felt so much confidence as she did after this day spent start-to-end proving her superiority and totally unravelling her arrogant and overconfident raven-haired one-way rival. Who, by the way, was sleeping soundly on the cafeteria floor at the moment - sprawled like a starfish with her tongue hanging out making a little pile of drool on the ground it touched right by her aching uncrowned head. Fucking /Wonder Woman/. If only her people could see their Queen now… or better yet, her doctor. But for the next six days, her only company would be the busty Kryptonian who loved every second of knocking her poor brain silly. Oh well.