Kara flew low, weaving between buildings as she cruised the streets of Metropolis' downtown district, a blue and red blur against the darkening evening sky. This was prime time for superhero patrols, but for all that Supergirl had her costume on this was actually her night off patrolling. Batman was on the streets, her cousin was in the skies watching for criminal activity, the rest of the Justice League was either on monitoring at home or relaxing themselves.
For her? Well... She would have been at home but tonight was a special night. She'd been getting antsy of late, a familiar itch that she always found a little awkward to scratch. The only other Kryptonian on Earth was related to her, and 'stress relief' with another member of the Justice League had been something she'd tried once and only once. The experience itself had been fun, but the awkwardness that had followed hadn't been worth it.
So she cruised the streets, looking for a few guys. Not scum or anything, but some nice strapping young men, a group of three or so at the very least since a single human man would struggle to satisfy her on his own. (It was not so much a matter of ability or size but a matter of stamina to tell the truth.) The kind of guys that would never be able to convince anyone they'd managed to score with Supergirl but were still good looking and reasonably experienced...
There! A grin parted Kara's lips and she swooped in, touching down in front of them and cocking her hips. "Hey boys... I need a little bit of help, 'Scratching an Itch', you know how it is..." She waggled her eyebrows at them. "Interested?"
For her? Well... She would have been at home but tonight was a special night. She'd been getting antsy of late, a familiar itch that she always found a little awkward to scratch. The only other Kryptonian on Earth was related to her, and 'stress relief' with another member of the Justice League had been something she'd tried once and only once. The experience itself had been fun, but the awkwardness that had followed hadn't been worth it.
So she cruised the streets, looking for a few guys. Not scum or anything, but some nice strapping young men, a group of three or so at the very least since a single human man would struggle to satisfy her on his own. (It was not so much a matter of ability or size but a matter of stamina to tell the truth.) The kind of guys that would never be able to convince anyone they'd managed to score with Supergirl but were still good looking and reasonably experienced...
There! A grin parted Kara's lips and she swooped in, touching down in front of them and cocking her hips. "Hey boys... I need a little bit of help, 'Scratching an Itch', you know how it is..." She waggled her eyebrows at them. "Interested?"