Regular panties....If blue panties emblazoned with her logo on the front could be considered regular. She wasn't really worried about people seeing her underwear though, that was why she wore a pair that she imagined was usually the first pick of her fans to wear. She was high above the city and no one could see her, unless they had a telescope maybe. And even then they would catch the briefest sight of her before she would be gone. Sometimes she felt that the power of flight was also a curse. She could get anywhere within seconds, but it also separated her from the city and its citizens who she wanted to protect. How could she be a part of their world if she lived above them? But she was so different from them. She was one of the last of her kind from a planet destroyed.
She was often asked why she fought for the planet, a planet she could just fly away from at any moment. And she had trouble putting it into words, so she tried to explain it with everything she did. But even if her world was gone, this was a world that was still alive. If she left, its death would be on her. She loved this earth, and she may not be human, but she was still part of a vast diversity that made up humanity.
She sighed. So many people thought she lived to fight, that this was her purpose and goal. She hated fighting. She didn't know a single superhero who enjoyed fighting. She didn't want to get any fighting done. What she wanted, and what she imagined all superheroes wanted, was a world where they were unnecessary. But for now that was simply a dream, a fantasy of a mind that has known a lifetime of loneliness and violence.
"BEEEEEP!"
Her super-hearing picked up the blat of a car-alarm from a few streets over, it would have been something easily ignored, even though she had honed her hearing so that she could push out all ambient noise except for sounds like that, but then she heard another alarm join it, and then another. And this continued it sounded like there was a symphony of cars all playing one note together.
She flew down toward the ground. it might just be nothing, but it might also be a problem. She wouldn't mind if it was a waste of her time. People would still see her, and they would see that she cared, which she did.
She landed on the sidewalk near a few cars that had alarms going off. A few pedestrians were gawking at her and speaking among themselves. Some took out their phones and started taking pictures and videos of her. She wanted to wave and smile, maybe even take a second to speak, but she was a powered person, not a politician, and her first responsibility was to help and protect people, not talk to them when there was something going on. She looked around. Something had set off the car alarms, but what?
"Supergirl!" A woman yelled, and Cara looked around trying to see who called to her.
"You're too slow Supergirl," the voice taunted.
She turned as fast as she could but she couldn't be sure who had said that. The car alarms were a persistent sound that blocked out basically everything else, like a thick blanket covering her head, she found it harder to concentrate with that noise assaulting her ears.
"Over here Supergirl!"
She spun around with all of her speed and saw a blur to her side...What was that?
"You're not fast enough. And once you're gone, this world will be mine to rule!"
That's twice that the voice has mentioned speed. And then it clicked. She was dealing with a speedster, and a female one at that, based on the voice. She kept her eyes open and tried to focus her super-hearing. She had heard that if you tried hard enough you could focus on exactly what you wanted to hear. She couldn't see this speedster, but maybe she could manage to hear her coming. Cara closed her eyes for a moment, realizing how useless they were against someone who could run at what she assumed were super-sonic speeds. And she listened for a heartbeat.
For a brief second she heard everything as if her mind had been the gate holding back an army of sound, and by opening herself up, she made it possible for the legion of troops to overrun her. She covered her ears with both hands but that did nothing but muffle the sound around her in a way that was so slight she did not notice a difference. She took a deep breath, and then another.
Focus, she told herself, if you don't focus the sound will overwhelm you. And she could almost feel herself being driven mad, not just by the impossibly massive behemoth which was the sound that came from everywhere and everything, but by what that sound represented. She had no idea that the world was so loud. Almost everything made some sort of noise and that noise told a story of life. She could spend an eternity hearing the sounds of this world and still be surprised by the plethora of experiences this earth offered. The clicking sound of something small scurrying around in a nearby alley. The sound of crying, and she was fascinated to realize that with her eyes closed, she couldn't tell if the person crying was a child or an adult. The wind. The sound of feet. Of breathing. All around her the sound was a giant mob that was venting its rage by attacking her without pause.
Deep breaths, Cara. I must calm down and focus. She shut it all out, she imagined that she was closing doors in her mind on everything that wasn't heartbeats, she focused on the sounds of beating hearts that were around her. And slowly, all the rest of the sound faded away until all she heard as a rhythm of pulses and beats. She opened her eyes and looked around. She had hoped that by focusing on heartbeats she would know where the speedster was, but all she had now was a dozen heartbeats and no clue where the speedster was.
She expanded her reach a bit, and almost squealed when she heard the fast patter of a heart that was beating its own rapid time like a bass drum that had come alive, with a foot pedal that wouldn't stop. She quickly shut out all the other heart beats, and within seconds all she heard was the beating of the speedsters heart. There hearts had to beat faster because everything their body did, it did faster than the average humans. She was proud of herself for figuring that out, and pushing herself, but she had no time for self-congratulation. She had spent close to a minute isolating the speedsters heartbeat, and to speedsters, a minute could be a lifetime.
Cara's only warning was the almost unnoticed fact that the heartbeat suddenly grew louder.
But before she could react she felt something collide with her face, and she was forced onto her back as her whole body fell backwards. When she hit the ground she realized that the speedster had punched her.
Supergirl flew a few feet into the air, shaking her head as she tried to clear it after getting hit by what she imagined would be the equivalent of a sniper's bullet smashing into her face at close range.
"Enough play!" Supergirl yelled. "Come and fight me if you want to fight!"
A blur appeared in front of her on the street, and before she could blink it was a person. A young woman with dark hair and a red uniform like the one The Flash had.
"Supergirl," the woman said, "your time as a god among these is over. I will free them from your tyranny. I am Trajectory. A hero. And I will defeat you. But first...catch me if you can!"
And she ran away. Not as fast as so she was a blur, but fast enough that Cara could waste no time pursuing her. She flew after her, keeping close to the ground, and travelling through the streets as she pursued this mysterious foe. Supergirl got closer and closer to the woman as they raced through the city, the streets around them, the buildings, and all the people were nothing but blurred shapes of shifting colours.
Supergirl got beside the speedster, and tried to reach out to grab her. Before she could stop the speedster, she felt a hand on her lower back. Cara looked back to see the speedsters' hand sliding down her skirt and she felt it clamp onto her underwear. She looked back towards the speedster, who smiled at her before speeding up. Cara wasn't prepared for the change of pace so her underwear was lurched up her butt, the fabric shot forward and Cara's entire body struggled to keep up. She tried to speed up her flight for the simple reason that it would make the wedgie hurt less, but the speedster moved even faster. And the underwear dove into her butt. The blue panties moved out of her skirt and covered more and more of her back as it stretched toward the speedster and stung at Cara like a whip being thrust at her. Her face contorted in pain and she tried to stop moving, but the speedster was moving too fast and the underwear responded by rising up her back even more. The thick panties curled into a rope that stuck between the cheeks of Cara's butt, and dragged her faster and faster forward. She was glad no one could see her getting her underwear pulled up, but that didn't mean much since the pain of the wedgie was so severe. The panties creaked, their durability being tested by the competing forces of the speedster moving forward, and my body drifting back. The underwear was caught in between, growing larger, the leg-holes growing more visible and Cara shut her eyes again. She squirmed and on instinct she moved her hands toward her butt to fix the wedgie.
Trajectory increased her speed and Cara squealed, the underwear had become like a thong, condensing itself into her butt as it was pulled forwards. Cara was looking over her shoulder so she didn't see the portal that was opening up ahead of them. If she had noticed she would have known that they were now moving fast enough for the speedster to access other dimensions and times because they were breaking the space-time continuum. It was genius really. Cara had no option but to fly as fast as she could to lessen the pain of the wedgie, but by doing so, she added her speed to Trajectory's.
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