She makes it!

Face scarlet, Kara wove through the various tall buildings of the city before finally slipping in through her open window. Her face was hot, her heart pounding, and despite everything she could feel a giddy grin start to spread across her face.

She'd helped people! Ok, getting a cat out of a tree might not be much, but the car? People had been in real danger, and she'd been able to help them. How could she not feel good about doing that?

Even if her costume was... not ideal. She glanced down, cheeks staying flushed.

Rather quickly she drew her curtains. It didn't matter how light it still was outside, she could only use her powers in the day after all, but she really didn't want to be in full view of the window.

Then, breathless, she stumbled over to her sofa. Her normal clothes lay on the cushion next to her, still discarded. As much as she'd longed for them when she was outside there didn't seem to be much point now, all the effort of getting them on only to wait around while she was alone, particularly if she was going to be spending much more time like this.

Because... yeah, she probably was. Her heart was still racing, but she couldn't deny that it felt good to help people. Of course she needed to keep doing that.

It'd get easier, right? Flying stark naked around the city wasn't the kind of thing she'd thought it was possible to get used to, but maybe.

Kara took a deep breath. So long as she didn't look down at herself, it was better. And stopped catching a glimpse out of the corner of her eye of her reflection, of all the bare skin. She pressed her legs together, far too aware of how they felt when they brushed each other.

And then there was a knock at the door. Kara's eyes widened-

It opened a second later. Kara squeaked, using all the speed she could muster to leap for her clothes; in too much of a hurry, she pulled too hard on her top. Yelping, learning her lesson, she managed to pull a pair of pants up her bare legs far more slowly than she wanted to.

Underwear could wait for when she wasn't busy rushing.

Flushing, Kara sat back down, facing the door. She clutched her torn top to her chest, bright red, arms tightly pressed against her tits.

Alex faltered in the doorway.

"Shut the door!" Kara squeaked.

"R-right," Alex said. She turned, hastily doing so. "I... I saw the news, wanted to make sure you were ok. That was impressive, but..."

"I-I'm fine," Kara squeaked. "Just... Hopefully it'll get easier."

"You're doing it again?" Alex said.

"I've got to, haven't I?" Kara said. "I can't not help people."

She squirmed. And when the high of rescuing people faded, she could clearly remember just why it had been so embarrassing. She shifted her arms, better holding the remains of her top over her boobs, glad in what little modesty she could get even if it was just her sister.

Saving people was more important though, she told herself. She'd be Supergirl, even if she needed to be nude.