Why yes, yes she can... Kinda

"This problem definitely has a meta-human origin to it," Caitlin said. She unhooked her wrist-strapped tablet and placed it on the glossy steel table after pushing aside a collection of beakers and tools. Upon taping the center of her tablet, a blue holographic display petered into the open air. It formed the vague image of a young adult male with transparent skin, matching the same hue as the hologram.

Also, the guy's stature looked to be a lot similar to my own...

"Wait, is that me?"

"Yes," Caitlin replied.

"How the fu-" I stammered, "Why does it look so lifelike!? Also..."

Caitlin glanced down from the display, "I scanned you while you were on the bed, honestly out of all the stuff we do here that's pretty basic." She shrugged with her arms crossed. "Anyway, as I was saying, he seems to have-"

"Why am I T-posing?"

The scientist blinked.

"Well, I mean... I need to get... different angles of... Yeah why are you T-posing?"

"I dunno, but I don't do that! It's insulting really."

"Okay, she can fix it later," Power Girl stepped in, her hands on her hips. She faced me before shifting her attention towards Caitlin. "Now what did you find out?"

"Right! His uh..." Caitlin shook the brown locks of her hair and glanced back down to the tablet. "I've been logging noticeable alterations to his brainwaves through his cerebral cortex, to see if I could identify any...." Her voice trailed off as she tilted her head, searching for the appropriate words to describe what she was envisioning. "Forms of familiarity, or a jolt of remembrance..."

The eyes of Power Girl were trailing over Caitlin's words, and she managed to keep up with the scientist's ramblings. "So... Basically, to see if anything would be able to jumpstart his memory?"

"Exactly, and while I didn't come up with anything on that front." Caitlin paused, noticing the heroine's frown. "A mental fluctuation is clearly noticeable."

Power Girl pressed, "What type of fluctuation?"

"Not the 'I remember stuff,' kind. But there was an unnatural spike, if only for a brief second." Talking with a form of familiarity that would cause most people to stutter, Caitlin had her gaze held on the floating display.

"Okay, so... I'm at a loss." Power Girl clapped her hands against her exposed thighs with utter exasperation adamant in her voice. "Just spit it all out in basic English."

"The meta-human traits Mason has must correlate to his memory problem. As you see, the majority of the dark matter inside him is located in his upper levels." She gestured to the figure of my T-posing body. Making a note of the collage of darkly shaded dots swimming around through my transparent image. And like she said, a lot more of those dots seemed to gather in my head. "With most of them located around Mason's brain area, having his memories be affected in some way wouldn't be too farfetched."

I slapped a palm over my face.

Here we go again. Back to this utter shit. S.T.A.R Labs claiming something brash and out there just to get a reaction out of the masses. It's what they love to do! Cause a scene, get people riled up, and for what? To what end? So they can pretend to fix the problem they made and get fed money and fame for their 'amazing' deeds?

Their 'amazing' deeds are what accumulated in me having to live without a mother; I don't buy this Power Girl parent bullshit. Don't get me wrong, it's totally some overtly fantastic prospect to even imagine being true. To have a superheroine standing in as one's mother figure. And that superheroine being Power Girl out of all people? Genuinely it's something I could only wish for... It's some deep designer I would love to be true.

But that's the thing.

It's something I would want.

And S.T.A.R Labs has quite the nack at shitting on the things people enjoy.

Even with all the evidence, they could fabricate, how would I know this isn't some hallucination built to fuck with me? This Power Girl pretends to care for my well being? But I'm not a fucking retard, other than seeing me as a regular civilian, she wouldn't care about my ass anymore than she would the generic Joe walking across the street. Clearly, that point alone proves that these guys are up to something.

I could be ****, trapped in some mental prison. Who the fuck knows anything is possible in this reality.

Anything other than Power Girl being my adopted mother and me becoming a meta-human. Because that shit won't fucking happen without me at least noticing it!

I groaned and opened my mouth to speak the thoughts that ran through my mind, but Power Girl was quick to beat me to the punch in that regard.

"Oh no you don't!" I was snapped out of my thoughts at the sound of the blond woman behind me. Shooting my eyes back, I stared at her busty boob window for a fraction of a second before I switch my gaze up to her just as perfect face. A face that caused me to flinch after noticing her mildly pissed expression that she had poised towards my direction. Power Girl rose a thumb against her chest, which had the tip her digit sink ever so slightly between her round walls of deep cleavage. "I should be the one groaning here! If either of you guys told me before, maybe we could have prevented this mess! Basically I was caught up on everything after it was too late!"

"Hey!" Noticing the powerful woman's clenched fist, Caitlin moved her hands up defensively. "If you want, I can give him our meta-human cure. But if you want the chance of getting your son's memories back... I'm going to need to study the traits of his meta-abilities."

"Can I say something!?" I exclaimed to the two women that were talking as if I weren't in the room. "Because-"

"Do you even remember my real name?" Power Girl asked as if me - some random guy who has actually never seen the busty blond beauty in person before - would have any inclination of what her secret identity would be.

"Why would I know that?"

"God dammmit!" A slam was heard as Power Girl leaned her back against the metal wall. She clenched her temple and arched her head upwards, letting out an extended groan. "If you're asking for my permission to run tests on him... Just do it, do whatever you want, just please... Please fix him! I don't see how things could get worse at this point"

"I realize this is very stressful for you... Having to balance your regular life along with your hero one is more than enough, but now... Needing to worry about your adopted son just adds to the stress." Caitlin offered a sympathetic smile, and absently rubbed at her elbow. "But you'd be happy to know that I've found out a-"

*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*

Three heads perked up the sudden sound reverberating from wall to wall throughout the interior lab. It was capped off with an equally startling red hue that grew and shrunk in intensity with each blare of the alarm.

"Oh crap that's not good." Caitlin jumped in her shoes and fumbled towards the counter where she left her tablet. Tapping something so swift, it was basically inconsiderable; the display of me shifted and glitched to an overhead view of a jewelry store.

"That's not good?" I said sarcastically, "What gave you that idea? Was it the red light or the ear-popping beeps?"

"You really don't like me, do you?"

"You're gonna have to like her since she's the only one that can help you!" Power Girl stepped in, her creamy white face tainted in a soft red every other second. She turned to Caitlin. "I'll deal with whatever this is, you keep focusing on him."

"It looks to be Captin Cold... He broke into the Central City bank on-"

The blond raised a hand dismissively. "I'll find him, I mean, what's he gonna do? Make me moderately chilly? Because I can do that too." Taking a deep breath, Power Girl extended her chest out. Which managed to distract me quite a bit on the effect that had to her massive breasts. A light-blue compressed stream of air slipped from between her lips and collided with the opposing wall, leaving a slick cristle-like splatter of hardened ice.

"Oh that was cool!" I chuckled and looked around the room to the two women of opposing body types. "Hahaha! Because heheh.. She... Ha... She um... Heh.... hem..... Shit... No one's laughing..."

Power Girl's blue eyes trailed on me with a knowing smirk on her lips. "I dunno, I did a small chuckle on the inside."

I could've sworn; she gave me a wink before whooshing away in a boom of air, sending any debris in this room, flying up in a scattering motion. Leaving the clear tiled floor much more messy for ware.

Now that she's gone... I can properly reflect on the concept that has been thrust upon me. That heroine, being stuck as a parental figure to me? Haha! Don't make me laugh. Actually, it's too late, I already did laugh.

I guess the thought has never crossed my mind in the general sense. Watching superheroes in action, I guess I never contemplated that they probably have things behind the cape. Commitments to be bounded to parenthood being one of them. Hindsight says that's a straightforward conclusion to come to. But it seems like I didn't care enough to consider it.

But while it is entirely possible and very much probable that there is a selection of super-powered parents out there, Power Girl, being stuck with me? That honestly isn't even feasible, especially since I already have a stepmother, and logic dictates that none of this shit is possible in any sense of the word.

Wait, wait, but if that were true... Would that make Power Girl a MILF?

Hmmm

The red light blared again, and I eyed the S.T.A.R labs' employe up and down, hoping my distrust for the attractive woman is clearly stated without the need for words. "Alright, so I have no real reason to stay here... Soo.." I did an about-face and moved to leave through the door that I assumed to be the exit; though, Power Girl went the same way, so you could say it's more of an educated guess. "I'm leaving."

Catching her tongue, Caitlin moved to speak with a touch of hesitance. She contemplated to herself before eventually settling on a decision.

Right as I reached out to land on the doorknob, a blue gas-like beam shot past my peripheral vision and seared onto my hand, leaving me stuck to the door with my upper arm wholly enveloped in an icy crystal.

"What the hell!?" I spoke with eyes spread wide, and a mouth hung agape. My body shifted back around, and I noticed Caitlin looked to be a bit different. Her hair was changed in color to a mixture of lightly blond streaks in a mass of snow-white locks. The newly colored hair pooled around her shoulders and curled and the end of their long strands. Her skin that was previously somewhat pale was now pure white with a few glinting specs splattered across, giving her appearance a slight sparkling feel.

"You see, I'm not too different from you." Caitlin's voice switched to from its usual calm-like tone to a more frigid pitch. "I understand your distrust for us, and I can't undo what happened back then. But I can try to make it up to you if you would let me.

I stared in silence, looking right into her icy white eyes that surrounded a dark enveloping pupil. Her lips were plush with a glinting blue. In this new state, she came off as much more fierce and not the type to fuck with. I like it, no front, this general shift has her appear a great deal sexier than she was before. Even considering how she was actually pretty attractive previously in a more fundamental way.

"You're Killer Frost?"

She pursed her lips and crossed both arms. "Yeah, am I not recognizable in this lab coat?"

"Ohh this makes so much sense!" The way she has been seen working so closely with the Flash. And the speedster has had a publicly open relationship with S.T.A.R Labs; it wouldn't be too far out there to assume Frost was connected to them as well.

"You might not trust me, that's fine, I can't **** you too... But I trust you." My eyes were still glued to her blue lips as she spoke. And the lips are part of the face, so basically I was looking at her face. "Which is why I revealed this secret.."

"And..." I blinked. Attempting to move my attention away from the beauty of this woman's face. "And you think showing me this will just make me forgive you?"

Caitlin spoke slowly. "No... But I do hope that this will help allow you to allow me to help you."

"You could have phrased that better."

"I could've but... But... Okay, listen, just let me help you! Cause if I don't Power Girl will be pissy with me, and I can't deal with her being mad!"

One glance back at my frozen arm gave me my answer. "Yeah, I don't think I could go anywhere even if I wanted too, so sure. Work your magic if you can make sense of this shit, be my guest." Even if I still can't bring myself to fully trust her, I realized that continuing down the path I'm on won't do me any good. Giving this cold-skinned scientist the idea that I'm eating up her bullshit would help me get out of here quicker.

Her eyes lit up as if she didn't expect me to relent so easily. "Really? I... Okay, yes... That's great! Umm..." Caitlin spun back to the desk and scurried around the cluttered table in search of something. After knocking over a few objects that clearly weren't too important, she stood up. "To find the cause of your newly gained meta-traits, we'll use this." Her hands held up a miniature black plate.

"What's that?" I asked with suspicion. "It'll cure me or something?"

"No, well... I could give you a meta-human cure, but I'm not sure what lasting effects that would cause." She shook the black device. "This will help me monitor you so we can be sure of what meta-human abilities you gained... Even though I think I might already have an idea..."

"An idea of my 'powers'?" With the way she spoke, her confidence seemed to be doing her wonders as I found myself beginning to accept her words as true-ish. Also, if I'm genuine, the prospect of having meta-human powers does interest me the slightest bit.

"The dark-matter stationed in your brain, fluctuated while you were here... This makes me think your abilities stem from thought based or verbal cues, especially since you were talking the moment it happened."

"Alright..." I spoke gradually, as my head caught up with her words. "So... I put that on, and you'll monitor the dark-matter crap in my head so you can like... Furthur diagnose me?"

Caitlin nodded, still holding the object between her fingers. "You got it!"

"Okay, whatever, just give it! I'd go over to you, but uh..." I used my free hand to gesture towards my frozen one. "I'm kinda stuck."

"Oh yeah! I guess I should get you out of that."

While I've never seen Killer Frost un-freeze something before, I was very much interested in how she'd manage to free my hand from it's frozen prison, and I was also beginning to feel the loss of circulation to my arm, so that was a factor to keep in mind. But before anyone could do anything, Power Girl wooshed back into the lab, floating in the air, with a graceful flair; her short blond hair was pointed out and jagged in a few areas during her milky-white one-piece top had the stains of brown and grayish soot. With parted blush lips, she panted softly.

"I delt with him, but uh... Woooowh! It was chilly out there! I wasn't expecting his ice gun to be THAT cold..." She visibly shivered and brought her shoulders together to rub at her well-toned arms with enough friction to generate heat. She inadvertently sqweezed her breasts together as she did so; my eyes almost bulged out as much as her cleavage did from between her arms. "Now I could go a whole week without seeing anymore ice..."

The heroine paused her spiel and trained her gaze towards me, with the object of her interest being my frozen hand.

"Hey," I said.

Blinking twice, her face then moved to Caitlin, and she gave the frost queen a once over.

"Really?"

"Hey it's a light layer of ice! He's not hurt at all!" Caitlin defended herself before the super-powered blond could get riled up. "Honestly, if he were stronger, he could probably break out of it easily."

Power Girl stared at Frost with an annoyed frown and sighed. "Yeah, I'm really starting to hate ice... Look at this!" She arched her back forwards a tad and pulled back a few strands of her golden locks. Though I had my attention fixated on her ample tits that pressed out against the tightness of her top; with her subtle change in position, the mass of her boob flesh inched close enough to me so I could admire them from a pleasing perspective. "That faggot froze my freaking hair! I was talking, and he gave no shits!"

"Cold is one of those villains that doesn't do the whole monologue thing... He tends to just run in and run out, it's all very efficient."

Power Girl dropped her frozen piece of hair and leaned back, "Yeah well, whatever." She placed her hands on her hips and tilted her tighs to the side. "I know I was pretty quick, but what's the update on him?"

"About that... I have good news and bad news..."

I looked up at the busty heroine and noticed that she was totally right, at least a full quarter of her backmost hair was frozen solid. With the ice there being much more dense and solid than the thin sheet that's limiting my movement options. Sensing my gaze on her, Power Girl looked down at me and smiled. I didn't expect her to reach an arm to ruffle my hair in an affectionately comforting manner.

"Give me the good news and just disregard all the bad shit." She said, her fingers absently interlaced with the stands of my hair.

"Okay, take this." Caitlin approached the floating heroine and extended out her hand, offering up the black device she showed me earlier. "Have him place this behind his ear. It'll allow us to monitor him more so we can accurately understand the root of the problem."

"You can't just cure him?"

"I can, I could even do it right now. But if you want to have the chance of fixing him mentally, we'll need to gather more data."

Power Girl took the device from Caitlin and brought it up to face level. "So... What I'm hearing is... To fix a meta, we gotta first know what the meta can do..." Her head tilted, and a slight wave of suspicion appeared on her face. "Are you sure this won't make things worse? I'm not sure I want to have something else that can mess with his brain."

"It's completely safe." Caitlin's reassuring response was enough to put Power Girl's concerns to rest.

She twisted the black object between her fingers with an unreadable expression on her perfect facial features. "Okay..." Power Girl said with a breathy sigh, she pulled out her boob-window and plopped the device between her cleavage as if it were the most generic thing in the world. But no, that was anything BUT generic. The black button-like thing sank between her juicy pillow bags and completely vanished from view.

Is that where she keeps her shit? Like... Where did she even put her phone? Is it between her tits too? How much shit can fit in there? Can my face fit in there? Would she kill me if I even attempted it? Probably, though, it could be worth it! But would she actually kill me? Cause apparently Power Girl's my mother in this twisted reality, so she wouldn't hurt me too bad, right?

Two pulsing red beams of energized light snapped me out of my perverted ponderings, and I saw Power Girl staring down at me with glowing red eyes.

Holy shit!

I let my fucking guard down for sixteen seconds; for a minute, I felt safe around her. But seeing those red eyes really reminds a man that this MILF of a woman holds the power to end a person's life in a fraction of a second. And right now, that power is directed towards me.

I flinched at the sight of her red eyes, blasting heat ray my way. Closing my eyes... I felt a tingling... Steamy sensation in my hand... Like...

Woah...

Power Girl's pupils traced along the edges of my hand, shooting out a tiny read beam of warmth to melt away the layer of ice. The frozen layer turned into steam right before me, and in a short moment later, I found myself free from my icy entrapment.

"Are you okay? I didn't burn you?" Power Girl floated down, her blue boots clacked against the hard floor as she landed.

She watched me clench and unclench my fist, "No... I feel fine... Thanks..." I said.

"Good," Power Girl said with contentment before turning back to Caitlin. "So we're done here?"

"Sorry about this..."

"Sorry about what? None of this is your fault." Power Girl reassured me as we drifted along through the air. "If anything, I feel responsible for not keeping you away from that dark-matter shit. Hell, I protect random people, but when it came to my kid, I wasn't there for him."

This is relaxing...

This is bliss...

This is... Amazing!

I was held securely in Power Girl's strong arms, and to say I've never felt safer would be a deadly understatement. Keep in mind, I've only been saved by a hero once before. And that was the Flash, it happened so fast I didn't even realize I was close to dying. So this whole flying thing is foreign to me, I've never even been on a plane before! There are video captions, gifs, live streams of people being saved by heroes all the time; a tun of random people have had the chance to experience the tranquility of being held in a hero's arms...

But not I!

And now... Dam, if I knew this is what it was like, I would've jumped off a building ages ago!

It does also help that out of all the people who could possibly be carrying me at this moment, it's Power Girl... Like, as if...

I...

I don't have words... It doesn't help that I can't think properly with the feeling of her bosom pressing into my back as we sored through the air.

Honestly, if this is some fake reality, or I've been ****... I don't fucking care! Just having someone that cares again, it's nice. After my birthmother vanished, I was stuck with a shitty replacement, but if for some fucked up reason Power Girl believes she adopted me... Then so be it! At least in this instance, I have someone who considers me important to them.

"So I know you don't remember anything... The talks we've had in the past... Are all just completely gone." Power Girl's loud voice cut into my thoughts. With the speed at which we were moving, I had to strain my ears to hear her. "Which is why I'm not upset! And I also didn't want to bring it up in front of Caitlin..."

"Wait.. Bring what up?" I had to pronounce my own voice so she could catch my response, even though with her enhanced hearing, I guess that wouldn't be necessary.

"Well like, the whole time we were there, you were looking at my chest."

I gulped.

Was it that obvious?

"And it was pretty awkward, so just try not to do that, okay kid?"

Now the feeling of her soft tits pressing into my back made me feel more nervous than anything. And I felt the need to defend my perverted leering. "You.. You were like.. Showing them off! Your cleavage was right in my face!"

"That's just my outfit, I've always worn this, and you need to try not to gawk at me twenty-four-seven."

"Well sorry, I dunno if I could help myself cause-"

Our forward momentum slowed to a stop, and Power Girl shifted her airborne stance and proceeded to float upright in the air. "Yeah? You can't help yourself? Okay." She smirked and released her grip on me. "Whoops!"

And as gravity did what gravity do...

I fell.

Shit.

"Shiiieeeeeeeeet!!!!" I wailed, this is the second time today! My heart can't take this action, just like my body won't be able to take the impact of my colliding with the earth!

Why did she...

She's messing with me!?

Right?

The only thoughts soring through my head as I tumbled downwards were, 'what the hell!?'

After all the ways she showed to give a shit, she wouldn't just let me go cause I looked at her tits, right? She had them out and proud with that fucking cleavage window for fuck's sake!

There's no way... She wont... She won't let me die like this, it's some fucking test...

Actually, it doesn't matter, with me being an average guy living in a strange world, my life's in the complete mercy of this blond beauty. If she wants me dead, so be it, if she wishes I live, then I will survive this. It doesn't matter what I want when I'm being held in the hands of a chick who could crush me upon being given the thought to do so.

It's depressing really, but I found an odd peace as the rushing air passed by me.

I closed my eyes...

Just in time too, cause I felt an arm wrap under my leg while a second arm held my back. My eyes peeked open, and Power Girl's beautiful blond cut face was inches away from my own.

"Hey." She whispered, her warm breath brushed against me, and I could smell its minty scent. "You good?"

"Y.. Yeah...."

"Good," One smirk later, she added. "Wrap your hands around my neck we're going back up."

I wasn't one to argue with a woman who just displayed that she could disregard my existence with no more than butterfingers. I held onto her tightly with my face pressing into her neck, and she speed us back up to above the clouds in two seconds.

"So! You think you can find the strength to not stare at my boobs? Cause I know you have it in you big man."

"Umm..." With a gulp and a look down, I answered her question. "Yes yes! I wish chicks weren't able to notice when I gawk at them... But that's not the case... So... Eyes up here from now on!"

"Good." Power Girl held her smug smirk. "And yeah, that would be nice, wouldn't it? Unfortunately, I have excellent eyesight, so I'll definitely catch ya'h if you do." She chuckled for a bit, but stopped after noticing something. "Hey hey... You're shaking... Y... You know I wouldn't let you get hurt, right? I was only messing around with you."

"I know, I know," I said more to myself than I did to her.

"Okay, I guess since you don't remember much this was a bad first impression... Let's just go home," Power Girl wrapped her arms around me and tucked her knees before she sped off into the distance.