Lure Superman into your trap.

You know you must hurry. That blast would not keep her **** forever. You place a yellow light emitter in the corners of the room. You go down to the street and get a cab to your storage room. Here you have kept your equipment which was too large to hide. You grab a bag full of more light emitters and a two more bags full of parts too awkward to put in a box. You then retrieve you motorcycle and head back to the Power Girl’s Apartment.

When you get there you find her still on the couch. You shoot her again to insure she does not wake up early. Getting to work you insure no part of the room will escape yellow light. Then you begin setting up the most important device, the one which would give you the power to save the world. When you are done you hurl your body into the wall. You begin hitting your own face and trashing the room along with your, when you are sure you look the part of the beaten sidekick, you search Power Girl for her League Emergency Signal. You start with the obvious places such her gloves, sleeves, and boots, but find no trace of the LES. As your hand explore her soft perfect body you can not help but become aroused. Her flesh which could deflect bullets was as soft and warm as any human woman’s skin.

“Of course you would hide it there,” you say as you roll her eyes and put your hand down the cleavage window in the front of her costume. You move slowly, partially to be sure you don’t miss it and partially because you cannot help but enjoy the feeling of her great tits pressed against your hand by her tight uniform. To your surprise you find nothing; you are tempted to simply forgo your search and enjoy the spoils of war, but your will is stronger than your instinct and you remove your hand and step back.

“Where did you hide it, Little Girl?” you whisper to yourself as you sit back and try to think of where she would have possibly hidden that device. An idea occurs to you, but you doubt it’s probability. The only place you haven’t searched, but there was no way she would keep it there. “Sigh, I have to check.” You spread her legs and gently pull the bottom of her costume aside exposing both her sex and the LES, in a little pocket just over her mons veneris. You clear your throat, “Well, Kal-el may be your brunet cousin, but you’re a natural blond, but hey don’t blame me, Kara, it was your choice to hide the remote down there.”

You point the camera of the LES at your face, and turn it on.

“Emergency! Class 4 attack, Power Girl is down!” you cry in your best impression of a **** sidekick. “I need back up! This is a Class 4 attack. Send Superman or Supergirl, we need assistance! This is a Class 4 attack! We are in Power Girl’s apartment.” You turn off the device. A class 4 meant that it was a villain with extra ordinary strength comparable or superior to kryptonian, possessed by a magical or supernatural being of high intelligence. The standard response would be to send Superman or Wonder Woman, and a back up member of with high maneuverability such as the Flash or someone who could approach from multiple angles at once like Green Lantern or the Martian Manhunter. The Manhunter was away off planet and with the Amazonians were at war with the Atlantians (that had not been easy to accomplish) much of the League was divided taking up one side or the other. This meant that the only ones who would be able to come were Superman or Supergirl and Green Lantern. They should be here any second now.