Power Girl blinked. He was kidding right?
"Is that it?" she asked, incredulously, raising an eyebrow when Riddler's first response was to smirk and nod.
"Something wrong, my dear?" he asked, his tone a performed oblivious to any possible objections as the audience laughed on cue and Spiral used one of her many arms to cover her tittering mouth.
"I thought the point of these 'punishments' was they were something new, is all" she followed up, trying to keep her tone measure, not wanting to provoke the villains until she was ready, and despite her being in one of her hottest, skimpiest numbers, her powers
were evidently no use to her.
Besides, why look a gift horse in the mouth, she thought. It had bothered her a little when she'd come to Earth. Kryptonian sexuality was much more rigidly defined than human drives. If she'd been this compelling to women back home, she'd never known, but she'd
gotten used to the bashful glances, the sheepish stammering, the 'accidental' bumps and outright ogling that she got from girls here. Even her fellow heroines were stealing a glimpse or two, and the perky Raven was staring like a schoolgirl with a crush on
the head cheerleader.
Not that Kara/Karen minded, of course... She publicly told everyone the outfits she preferred were to enhance her access to the sun's power, and that was certainly true, they did make it much faster for her absorb the solar rays. But the truth? She loved the
tingly feeling she got in her belly, the boost to her ego, the perk to her nipples that she got when people noticed her generous curves. Maybe it was a side-effect from the yellow sun, (she'd never been bold enough to ask Clark about it) but she couldn't help
but get turned on when she saw someone eyeing her rack, checking out her ass. She knew she shouldn't, that as a public figure, a role model to girls, she should be fighting to be treated as a person, not a pair of tits and a lush booty... an intelligent, independent
woman, not a sex object... but by Rao... it got her soooo wet to show them off... to draw eyes to her body, to have her words and face ignored in favour of her body...
"See something you like?" she teased, eyeing Nigma... then Spiral and Raven, seeing their eyes all doing anything but meet her own and she shivered...
"Oh, quite a few things, my Kryptonian cutie, but time to continue down our dark and gothic path..." he quipped, pulling out a new question and turning to Batwoman, "My lady Bat, who was Catherine of Aragon's matrilineal great grandmother?"
The redheaded beauty set her make-up paled jaw.
"Pass. I refuse to dignify this farce by guessing when the questions are rigged." she sneered
"Oh, I'm sorry, was that one too hard? The answer was Isabella of Barcelos, in case you were wondering, and congrats to anyone at home or in the studio audience who got that one right!" he crowed and twirled, before turning to the still slightly flushed Spiral,
"I think she's earned a spin, don't you?"
With a grinning nod, she pulled two of the protruding handles with a sharp urgency and the wheel rattled.
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