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Girls' Night Out --(Part 2)	By : Riot Storm Category: DC Verse Comics > Superman Views: 29222 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Girls’ Night Out- Part 2

Chapter 2: Silver and Diamonds

Written and Edited by R.S.

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Kara stared sheepishly at the floor with her hands folded in her lap. Superman stood over her, imposing as ever, making the girl look even smaller as she sat quietly on the couch.

“Why were you following me?” he finally asked. “You could’ve been hurt.”

There was a severity to his voice that made her feel like a child being scolded by a parent.
Supergirl tentatively looked up, golden tresses cascading delicately over part of her face.

“I heard about what happened on TV…about Tangle escaping from prison,” she began. “I was on my way over to your apartment when I saw you. I want to help, Clark.”

Superman’s strict expression softened as he took a seat next to her.

“Look, Kara, I know you want to help but you of all people know how dangerous these women are. So I don’t want you to get involved this time.” He briefly looked away. “If anything happened to you again I don’t think I could live with myself.”

“But what if something happens to you?” she asked in earnest. “You’re going to need my help with--”

“No,” he said sternly, before adding with a finality that usually ended any disagreement between them. “I absolutely forbid it.”

“But Kal…” her voice began to rise.

“I said no and that’s the end of it. I also want you to stay at the Fortress until this whole thing is settled.”

Supergirl suddenly bolted up, anger and frustration written all over her face. “You can’t do that! I’m not some green rookie anymore and I’m not going to go run and hide from them- no matter what you say.”

With fists clenched, she stormed off toward the open bay window. Her red cape billowed behind her in the slight breeze.

“Wait,” Superman called after her. “You still didn’t answer me earlier. When you saw me flying toward the apartment why were you trying to stay out of sight?”

Supergirl stopped and turned back.

“Because this is how I thought you would react. I wasn’t sure if I should come to you first before going after them, but now I know I shouldn’t have bothered.”

Superman rose and walked over to her.

“There’s something else I need to talk to you about. When I went to the prison to investigate, I saw something that I’m still not sure how to explain.” He hesitated for a moment before going on. “There was a message burned into the wall of a cell.”

Supergirl crossed her arms.
“So what does that have to do with me?” she asked incredulously.

Superman looked his protégé directly in the eye.
“There is a chance I’m mistaken, and I sincerely hope I am, but it looked to me that it was made with heat vision. So I need an honest answer. Where were you earlier tonight?”

“Oh, now I get it,” she said with barely concealed contempt. “I know what the real reason you don’t want me to get involved is. You’re afraid that since they brainwashed me last time that maybe I’ve turned on you again. That’s it, isn’t it?” She pointed accusingly at him. “Go ahead and say it, Kal; you don’t trust me.”

“I do trust you, Kara. I’m just making sure that-”

She threw a hand up, stopping him. “I spent weeks working with J’onn to get over what they did to me- to my mind. It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. But he gave me a clean bill of health and you of all people know I wouldn’t put this costume back on if I thought I wasn’t ready.”

Her blue eyes were holding back tears as her voice started to waver.

“I have to live every day with what I did to Batman, Captain Marvel…you. They say that they’ve forgiven me but I can tell that they still don’t, and maybe never will, trust me completely again. Do you know what it feels like to have people that were your friends always watching you out of the corner of their eye? I thought you were the one person I could count on through all of this but now you think that I would actually help those horrible women? Thanks a lot, Kal.”

Before Superman had a chance to stop her she was gone- out the window and into the dark void of night. He hadn’t meant for it to come out as an accusation the way it did. In reality there was very little if any evidence even possibly linking her to the escape.

He stood there for a moment, contemplating whether he should go after the girl, when he realized someone else was in the room. A gentle hand squeezed his forearm.

“How much of that did you hear?” he asked.

“Enough,” answered Lois.

She wrapped his muscular arm around her slender waist, keeping his hand intertwined with hers. “Give her some time alone before you go talk to her, Clark” she said quietly. “I think she might need you now more than ever.”

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The day seemed to crawl at a snail’s pace. Clark sighed as he placed the phone back on the hook and began half-heartedly tapping at his computer keyboard. Kara still wasn’t answering his calls. It didn’t really matter though. He had made up his mind to talk to her after work. Besides this was something that needed to be discussed in person anyway. Hopefully the raw emotions from the previous night would have quelled somewhat by then.

For a moment he simply watched the myriad of people going about their business in the bustling Daily Planet newsroom. Everyone seemed to be in a hurry as usual, completely oblivious to anything else around them.

Throughout the morning his mind and wandered back to what Kara had said to him. Did he really not trust her? No, he convinced himself that wasn’t it. He had just wanted to make sure she wasn’t connected to any of this and was simply trying to protect her. If he was able to do that then he could take her being angry at him for the time being.

Clark leaned back to stretch only to find a white mug, with the Daily Planet’s logo stamped on it, hovering near his head.

“Hi, Mr. Kent,” a cheerful voice greeted him from behind.

He swiveled in his chair and looked up at the attractive, light brunette haired young woman. Actually girl fit her better, even though he knew she was nineteen. She was wearing a low cut denim skirt and a tight, short sleeve black blouse. Her cool green eyes seemed to sparkle with their own alluring inner light and he couldn’t recall ever seeing a shade quite like them.

The girl smiled warmly at him and set the mug on a corner of the desk.

“I thought you could use this,” she said almost shyly.

“Thank you, Celeste” he said, taking a grateful swig. “It’s not that I don’t appreciate it, but you didn’t have to bring me coffee.”

“Oh, I know that. It’s just that I’ve been here for over a month you’re the only one that actually talks to me like a person and not some huge inconvenience.”

“I’m sure it will get better,” he reassured. “So besides that, how do you like your internship so far?”

“It’s great,” Celeste said enthusiastically. “I’ve really learned a lot. The best part is that I get to work with people that I’ve admired for a long time…like you for instance. I know it sounds really cliché but you’ve been a true inspiration to me, Mr. Kent.”

Clark self consciously adjusted his glasses.
As Superman he was used to all the admiration and praise from people but as mild mannered Clark Kent, he wasn’t quite sure how to handle it. Still, the change up felt great nonetheless.

“Well that’s very kind of you to say,” he grinned. “But, like I’ve said before, you can call me Clark.”

Celeste nodded happily and took a seat on the edge of the desk. As she did so, her short denim skirt rode tantalizingly upward, just a bit, revealing possibly the best pair of legs he had ever seen. Clark found himself inadvertently gaze downward as she crossed her toned, nicely tanned legs in front of him. His eyes eagerly explored every inch from the top of her silky smooth thighs to where they eventually ended in four inch black high heels. It wasn’t until he began to imagine the sensation of having her sexy legs wrapped around him that he finally heard her voice.

“Clark?”

“Huh?” he said, abruptly snapping out of his reverie. Where had that thought come from, he wondered.

“Are you alright?” she asked. “You seemed kind of out of it for a moment.”

“Yeah…I’m uh fine,” he answered, tripping over his words. “What were you saying again?”

Clark loosened his tie a bit. He suddenly felt uncomfortably hot and wiped away the slight perspiration on his forehead with a sleeve.

“Oh I was just saying how I thought your expose of those corrupt Lex Corp scientists a few years back was amazing,” she gushed. “Not to mention all those great stories about Superman and the Justice League saving the world. So how do you get the scoop on those Superman stories anyway?”

“Oh…well I can’t give away my sources, can I?” he said quickly, forcing a smile.

He always dreaded that question and it wasn’t the first time a curious reader or colleague had asked him.

“I guess not,” said Celeste hopping down from the desk. “But I’d sure like to know how you do it someday.”

He breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Luckily, she hadn’t seemed to notice him gawking at her and the uncomfortable heat wave that had swept over him had diminished greatly.

“Well, I have to get down to the file room before Perry starts yelling at me again,” said Celeste. “He’s got some project he wants me to work on. I’ll see you later, Clark.”

She gave a little wave as she marched off.

He returned the gesture then glanced down at his wristwatch. Event though it was still a little too early to call it a day, he was eager to talk to Kara. He grabbed his suit jacket and headed to the adjacent cubicle where Lois was busy typing out an article for the evening edition.

“Good luck with Kara,” she said momentarily glancing up from the computer screen. “I’m sure you two can work it out.”

He thanked her then leaned down and kissed her on the cheek before hurrying to catch an elevator on its way down.

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There was no answer at the door. Clark knocked again, louder this time, and listened for any sounds on the inside.

“Kara, are you there?” he asked. “We need to talk.”

A heavy silence filled the hallway. He made sure the corridor was empty then removed his glasses and peered through the door then the adjoining wall with x-ray vision. There was a pile of unwashed dishes in the sink and some laundry on the floor in the living room. The bedroom was slightly unkempt but for the most part the apartment seemed to be in order. His cousin was never the neatest person in the world. However Kara was nowhere to be found.

Dismayed, Clark paced back down the beige carpeted corridor. As he reached the stairs, his enhanced hearing picked up the sound of an alarm somewhere in the distance.

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Metropolis Gem Depository

A multitude of shell casings lay strewn about the reflective black tile floor. The walls were pock marked with bullet holes, in some places resembling a lunar surface. The woman dressed in silver strolled past several battered and unconscious guards as she made her way to the large vault.

She dug her fingers into the thick steel door and proceeded to rip it out from the wall. It made a deafening clanging sound as she tossed it effortlessly to the floor. Inside the vault there were dozens of safety deposit boxes lining two opposite walls. The woman started along the right side, taking her time to empty out the contents of each drawer. Rubies, diamonds, sapphires, and other precious stones were dumped into two large black duffel bags as she casually went down the line row by row.

With her bags practically bursting at the seams with loot, the woman headed back toward the opening but stopped short a few steps from the door.

“Doing some after hours shopping?” Superman asked hovering in the air with his arms crossed over his broad chest.

The Man of Steel touched down no more than a few feet away from the female intruder. She was dressed from head to toe in silver with a hooded mask just as Detective Turpin had described. She made no apparent effort to move and stood boldly facing him. Superman couldn’t help but notice the spectacular female form beneath her skin tight catsuit. The outfit left very little to the imagination and seemed to proudly display the woman’s perfectly molded breasts, svelte waist, and long legs.

“So you’re the one who broke Tangle and Lace out of prison the other night,” he said.

The woman nodded slowly. The silent and almost dismissive way she responded only agitated Superman. The mask as well as the rest of the suit was somehow shielded from his x-ray vision as well.

“Who are you?” he demanded.

She continued to stare impassively at him through the small eyeholes in the mask. Finally she placed the duffel bags on the floor and stepped toward him.

“I suggest you give yourself up now,” warned Superman.

He reached out to apprehend her but ended up grabbing nothing but empty space. The woman was already above him. She flipped in midair, catching the Man of Steel by surprise, and grabbed a hold of his cape. Using her forward momentum from the rotation of the flip, she flung him over her head and into the opposite wall of the vault resulting in a thunderous crash. The superhero pried himself from the wall, leaving a shallow indentation of his body behind.

“You’re strong, I’ll give you that. But it won’t be enough.”

The woman took his words as an invitation and rushed at him with a flying kick at his chest. Superman managed to block it at the last instant but just barely. She was incredibly fast as well as strong and not to be taken lightly. He decided to test her durability next and waited for her to attack again. This time he sidestepped her lunging kick and waylaid his opponent with a right cross of his own.

The woman flew backwards but recovered almost instantly. Even with his surprise attack she had been able to partially parry his blow.

As much as he disliked hitting a woman, Superman realized that holding back against this one wasn’t going to cut it. He would have to put a decisive end to this fight now and then find out just who was under the mask.

Kal-El took in a lungful of air, intending to immobilize his opponent with freeze breath. That’s when he felt it- a sharp searing pain in his chest and abdomen. It felt like he had been stabbed a couple of times with a white hot blade. He cried out and staggered forward, clutching his chest, before dropping to his knees.

“Aaaghhh!” he screamed again from the sudden horrific pain that sent him on to all fours.

The silver clad woman sauntered over to his right side, her hips swaying seductively as she moved. She was noticeably amused by the turn of events.

“You’re not looking so well, Superman” she taunted gleefully. “Don’t tell me this is all the fight you have in you. I must say that I’m very disappointed.”

Her voice, muffled slightly by the full face mask, sounded almost familiar though the pounding in his ears made it practically impossible to be sure.

She brought her leg back then coldly drove her boot into his ribs with a resounding, dull ‘thud’. Superman was lifted a few feet into the air before crashing back down to earth and skidding across the floor.

The Man of Steel tried to will himself to get up but his body would not cooperate. He could only groan in pain as the woman confidently approached.

“This is exactly where you deserve to be, Superman- kneeling at the feet of a woman,” she teased. “You’re hardly worth the effort. You are weak and deep down you know it.”

He clutched his aching side. Trails of sweat rolled down his forehead, most of it collecting on his brow. The sound of sirens wailed in the distance.

“Wh-what…did you…do to me?” he asked between labored breaths.

She placed her hands on shapely hips and gazed arrogantly downward. Her breasts jiggled fetchingly as she threw her head back, laughing at his predicament.

“Why nothing at all,” she replied. “Maybe your body is just trying to tell you what your mind already knows- you simply cannot win against an obviously superior woman.”

Superman’s tormentor grabbed a fistful of the front of his costume and easily lifted him off the floor. She slammed his pain wracked body up against the wall.

“This is only the beginning, hero.”

The villainess brutally rammed her knee into his gut, driving the remaining breath out of his lungs. She watched impassively as Superman folded in two and slowly slid down the wall, his head coming to rest next to her shiny, silver boot.

With bags overflowing with jewels, the woman contentedly strolled past the fallen superhero. Her high heeled boots clicked noisily as she exited the vault.

“Until next time, Superman.”

The entire building shook as she rocketed straight up, crashing through the ceiling and two more floors as she made her escape.

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End of Chapter 2

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