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"I-I-I think Supergirl must have, uh, run into some kind of problem," Kara said. "Sh-she wouldn't have chosen to be..."

"Interesting," Leslie said. "So you think she's like you?"

"Wh-what?!" Kara squeaked.

"You know, all shy," Leslie said. "Not doing so well with the naked thing. That this is just some big superpowered wardrobe malfunction and the city got lucky, rather than anything specific to her? Why'd you think that?"

Nervously, Kara fidgeted in her chair. How could Leslie talk so casually about this?!

"I- I don't think she'd want to be... naked where anyone could see," Kara said. "It's not something anyone would choose. Right?"

"Aww, you poor sheltered thing," Leslie said. Kara flushed. "Well that's theory one, Supergirl ran into a bit of clothes-destroying trouble. Theory two, I bet she's loving this, enjoying every second there's someone out there talking about her tits. Let's face it people, x-ray vision, super-hearing, she's pretty much the ultimate voyeur. Why not exhibitionist too?"

"N-no!" Kara squeaked, cheeks flaming.

"Hm? Something to say?" Leslie said.

Oh Rao, no, um... Kara swallowed, trying to find her voice. Between being naked, seeing Leslie naked, talking about her previously being naked, hearing Leslie speculate various lewd reasons for why she'd been naked... It was hard to focus.

She needed to cover. Not make it clear she was panicking about what Leslie said, uh...

"I-it might be an alien thing!" Kara came out with, still blushing. "Supergirl wouldn't... just for... those reasons."

"Someone's been buying into Cat Grant's PR," Leslie said. "Trust me sweetie, everyone's got a dirty side to them, even Supergirl. But that is a nice point, maybe Krypton was just a planet of nudists, that's theory three. You know what, let's open up the lines. Call in if you have any more theories you want to add to the plate. And for those just tuning in and haven't got a clue what we're on about, wow are you in for a treat. Catco W M dot org, top story. Well, top story pretty much everywhere I imagine, but I can hardly plug a competitor can I?"

Leslie took a breath. She slouched back in her chair for a moment, shameless as every. Kara flushed just to see her, hunching over forwards all the more in a vain attempt to cover up.

And then Leslie pulled a sheath of photographs out from under the desk; Kara squeaked, recognising the body rather prominently displayed on them. Oh god, apparently she couldn't escape those images here either.

She bit her lip as Leslie fanned them out, then hastily schooled her expression, cheeks still hot. It took a conscious effort to not whimper.

"Well then, while we wait for that, opinion round," Leslie said. "We've got copies of those oh-so-lovely pics here, our very own Girl of Steel going full-frontal, what do you think Kara? Ratings out of ten? Favourite feature?"

Kara squeaked. Was this seriously happening?!

Leslie chuckled, leaning into the microphone to stage whisper.

"My guest is not handling this well at all," she said. "I thought she was blushing enough at just being naked, but wow, you should see her once I pulled the photos out."

Kara whimpered.

"So," Leslie said. "What do you think?"

"I- uh- she's very- uh," Kara stuttered, eyes wide. Leslie chuckled.

"We'll start easy," Leslie said. "Tits or ass? Don't care if you're straight, you're not blind. Supergirl's perky pair, or her ass of steel?"

What?! Kara squeaked. How was she even meant to answer that?!

It didn't help that Leslie pushed the photos forwards, instinctively making her look down. Kara hastily looked away, cheeks burning.

Mercifully she was spared from answering as a sound engineer tapped a window; Leslie glanced back at them, still grinning.

"And it looks like we've got a caller," Leslie said. "You're on Alive and Wired, with Leslie Willis. What do you have to say?"

Taking advantage of a the brief break, Leslie mouth 'you're doing great' to Kara, inexplicably encouraging. Kara stared at her incredulously.

How had she been caught up in this?

"Hello?" a voice crackled over one of the speakers. A woman by the sound of it.

"Hello, you're on!" Leslie said. "Name?"

"Maggie," the woman said.

"Well hello Maggie," Leslie said. "Calling to say I'm a horrible person, or did you have something to add?"

"I have another theory," Maggie said.

"Oh, do tell," Leslie said. "This'll be number four. There'll be a poll up on my site with all these choices by the end of the show. So, what do you think?"

"She's a Super, right?" Maggie said. "Helping people, making lives better... Maybe she realised that the best thing she could do for the city was to go naked. I mean, sure, she's great at stopping crimes too, but there must be so many people who had their days brightened up by the photos, or if they saw her in person... She is pretty damn hot."

"I like it," Leslie said. "Much more fun way of helping than all that prissy goody-good shit in Metropolis. You get the Willis star of approval. So, before you go, last question."

"Yes?"

"Supergirl's best feature," Leslie said. "You have five s-"

"Ass," Maggie said, almost immediately.

Kara flushed. Part of her had been glad it had been a woman calling in, honestly she'd expected a lot of creepy guys, though presumably the staff for the show were sorting out those calls. That, and at least her speculated motive was...

Was flattering the right word? At least she was attributing more selfless motives to her, rather than anything else. Though apparently that was just because she'd been looking at the photos of Supergirl a lot.

"Decisive, huh? Nice," Leslie said. She tapped a button. "Well goodbye Maggie, thanks for calling! That's one vote for Supergirl's ass. So, Kara, what do you think? Supergirl serving the city by showing off the goods."

"I-" Kara began. She squeaked.

This would have been awkward enough even if she wasn't Supergirl. She faltered; she couldn't just boo every idea that wasn't this being an accident, could she? She could hardly tell the truth and explain how she knew.

"I- I suppose she's... selfless enough," Kara tried, flushing.

"Aww, sweet," Leslie said. "And what do you think about her ass? Agree? Disagree?"

Kara yelped; Leslie chuckled audibly, apparently enjoying the reactions she got from Kara.

"Hey, stand up," Leslie said. "Let's see how Supergirl compares to you, huh? Get a better picture, plus help the listeners get a better idea of who I've got with me."

"Ah!" Kara squeaked. "I'm- I-"

Leslie tapped a button, muting the microphones for a second to lean forward. She spoke quickly.

"Can't believe I've never thought of getting reactions in before," Leslie said. "Keep up the flustered stuff, going well."

She unmuted the microphones just in time for Kara to whimper.

"I don't want to show my-" Kara began.

"Hey, my show, my rules," Leslie said. She adjusted the photos, cocking her head at them and making Kara flush. "So let's see that butt."

She tapped the mute button again.

"Didn't Cat tell you to help me?" Leslie said. "Relax, just us girls here."

And unmute; Kara whimpered. Baring everything to Leslie, to say nothing of the sound engineers, was bad enough; but then she had Leslie hoping to compare her with Supergirl?! If the radio host noticed...

Kara blushed furiously. This was not a way she'd ever expected to have her identity revealed.