A super romance

"It's not...I mean, I'm not..." she stammered, "it looks, she looks..." She could barely form real words as she got increasingly more embarrassed.

"Karen, it's okay," I said. "I already knew."

"What?" Her expression changed quite quickly from embarrassed to infuriated.

"I've known you were Power Girl since that day on the roof," I explained with some hesitancy. "I sorta put it all together. Besides, you don't really hide yourself all that well, what with no mask or anything."

"You knew and you never said anything?" Her fists clenched.

"No! I didn't think it was what you wanted!"

"I don't want you lying to me, that's for damn sure!"

"Well I could say the same!" I yelled back, instantly regretting it.

She sighed as she put her head in her hands, and sat on the couch. "No one else recognizes me on the street. I always figured the outfit was distraction enough."

"Well it sure has its allure, I can say that much," I said with a smirk, hoping to erase my previous tone.

"Whatever," she said dismissively. "I still can't believe you didn't even ask."

I remained quiet for a time, thinking of what to say.

"That life is all very exciting and glamorous I suppose, but it isn't my life, and I wouldn't want you to feel the need to make me a part of that," I said, making sure I looked her in those beautiful blue eyes. "I met Karen Starr, I asked out Karen Starr, I went on dates with Karen Starr. You weren't Power Girl any of those times. Just because I pieced things together that day on the roof doesn't change anything. I still just wanted to be with Karen. With you. You're the one I fell in love with," I said, the last word trailing as I'd realized what I admitted and looked up. Her expression became startled to say the very least.

"L-l-l-love?" she stumbled, looking embarrassed, and sat down.

I was stunned at her reaction, but continued nonetheless. "Yeah. I think I was in love with you before I ever even talked to you, maybe. I saw you in that coffee shop one day well before I ever talked to you. I went there every day after, just hoping to see you again, and since you came in about once a week, I kept going."
"That's just ridiculous, you didn't even know me!" she said, her eyes beginning to water.

I knelt in front of her, and wiped away a tear with my thumb. "Does it even matter? Ever since I got to know you it's been better than I could have imagined! Here you are, all knockout gorgeous and I come to find there's this amazing woman who is driven and compassionate and funny and just, just...so fantastic that I run out of words to describe how fantastic she is!"

"Here I go again," she sobbed and tried to smile at me, wiping away her own tears and taking a sharp breath in, composing herself. "I can't just turn off Power Girl though, she's who I am too. I have responsibilities!" She looked at me, then away, growing distant. "I never dated anyone because it doesn't seem fair to them, for one because they'd constantly be in danger if it became common knowledge, and two because there never seems to be enough time!"

I shook my head. "I'd never ask for you to not be Power Girl. I know that's who you are, too. Hell, I've watched you on the news more than once saving the day. I'd never want you to stop that unless that's what you wanted." She couldn't bring herself to look at me anymore, glancing sideways. "And I don't need to be known as Power Girl's boyfriend, but I would like to be Karen's. And time? It's been four months, we've been going out every week for four months. You made time. Do you honestly think you can't keep that up?"

She put her face in her hands. I pressed on. "Was keeping it to once a week a way to try to make me distant? Make me give up?"

"It'd be so much easier!" she cried. "I don't know if I can juggle my whole life and then add you into the craziness! What if I don't come back one day? What if I'm abducted and taken to a different dimension for a day but, like, here time moves faster and it's like, twenty years! What if some super villain finds out my identity and come and blasts my house and you're here and I can't protect you..."

"Hey, hey," I interjected. "You could go on what if's all day long, but it won't change how we feel. I know you're worth the risk," I added with a serious tone. I then turned it lighthearted. "Besides, you're Power Girl, you'll always come back, and you'll always protect me," I smiled.

"No," she said with tears flowing from determined sky blue eyes as she looked to me. "This was a mistake."

"What? No!" I said, shocked. My heart was racing faster by the second.

"You've been nothing but great, but this isn't something I can have happen," she explained. "It's not fair to either of us. You have no idea what I go through every day and the risks I have to take."

"But..."

"No, Thad," she said, a force coming to her voice, but the tears still falling. "Really, no. I thought I could have a play at some kind of a normal double life, but it just won't ever happen. It's not fair to us. It's just not fair."

"Karen, don't do this-"

"I think it'd be best for you to go now," she said.

"Karen please-"

"You can go or I can make you go, you know that!" she yelled at me, pointing her finger to the door.

I got up, tears now in my eyes as well, and slowly walked away. I turned at the door and looked back at her. She didn't look angry, she just looked sad as she cried on the couch. "Please just go," she said through quiet sobs.

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Comparing how I felt after this to what I felt after our first date and subsequent blow off would be a terribly hard thing to do. On one hand, I could recall my depression of having the faintest glimpse of something I wanted to desperately to slip through my grasp. On the other, I couldn't compare the time we'd spent, the days together, the friendship, the affection, the companionship, the trust-

Trust. I know why I held back in telling her I thought I knew, or even asking her flat out if she indeed was Power Girl. I feared that exactly what happened would have happened. I feared she might realize that if I become aware of her alter ego she'd have to drop her last barrier. It was a mighty big barrier. She was one of the most powerful beings on Earth, this or the next. I didn't know then how that might have affected our relationship mentally, emotionally, spiritually, or physically. I tried to think and consider what it meant, but I suppose I took on the same glamour she did, and I pretended that we were just two normal people getting to know one another better. So in many ways, I violated her trust simply based on good intentions. Had I never revealed that I knew, we might never have had that come between us, but I also knew that it'd never stay secret forever.

Perhaps that was her intent, to try and have some kind of adult relationship without all the strings. In fact, it made perfect sense for her to shrug off the burdens of the safety of the world and have some time to herself as a regular woman. I was glad that I was a part of that I suppose, and hoped she'd remember that we had some good times. Some very good times.

When I wasn't thinking about Karen, I was having dreamless sleep. Nights went by too quickly, because when morning came I was consumed by thoughts of her. I tried to concoct ways to bump into her again, knowing for certain she'd not come back to the coffee shop, or the theater, or any of the places we went out. They were fruitless efforts, but they needed to be made nonetheless.

Work kept me busy again, but certainly not happy. I told Max that she and I simply broke up, he needn't know the precious detail that split us apart. He was still a caring friend and he tried to get me to be more active but I wasn't having any of it. I came to work, did my job, and went home, staring at the television or internet. I'd get curious and worried checking the news for information about her, or the JSA, or JLA, or even any superhero related news just to find out what she'd been up to. I felt terrible doing it, because I figured she'd wanted me to lose her number, to forget we happened, to evacuate any remembrance of her. As if I could just erase my brain.

Sure enough, there she was in the thick of it all on the news. She never spoke or did interviews, and barely even smiled it seemed. I kept watching and searching for scraps of news so that I wouldn't forget. Maybe that's the wrong sentiment. My constant search for news of her just fulfilled a sick need. Other people burn mementos of their exes to rid them of their memories, but I kept feeding my thoughts more of this visual drug. I needed to see her. I needed to tell her how sorry I was, and how I would do anything to make things right. That would require something drastic. So I decided to go find trouble.

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The day had started out like any other, at my boring job doing boring things and mulling over my inevitable solitude. Then the day changed, and I noticed the biggest opportunity right in front of me. I had watched from a rooftop as people were being snatched and brought below the earth’s surface. Zydians were abducting innocents. So, instead of staying on my perfectly good roof top, I went down to the street level and got myself abducted.

In hindsight, this wasn’t the best idea. They weren’t the most hospitable hosts, what with their awful stench and generally surly and warlike attitudes. I was grabbed, placed into some kind of stone fabricated restraints, and taken to an underground cavern deep below the surface. The Zydians must be expert burrowers to create this kind of holding space. My view of it is limited, as I’m hauled off into a detention chamber that knocks me out cold.

The next thing I know, the ground is rumbling all around, and I’m thrown from my prison. A quick glance around me shows Mr. Terrific at some kind of panel, and other people being freed just like I am. He leads us to some kind of plane that resembles more of a spaceship. People are terrified, running with their hands covering their heads as debris from the caverns is falling around us. Suddenly there’s an echoing crash of rock as two figures burst through the cavern wall.

There she is. I’m stuck, unmoving, as the crowd of newly freed innocents rush by me to get on Mr. Terrific’s ship. But I look on to the battle above, Power Girl locked in combat with a very large Zydian warrior. They’re exchanging hit for hit, the Zydian trying to use its larger size to win an advantage, but it doesn’t account for her ability to fly. She retreats quickly and zips behind him to kick him in the head, which disorients him.

I’m quickly aware that I’m to board this T-ship, but my entire plan would be for naught if I was just saved like any other ordinary citizen. So as the last of the former prisoners were boarding, I snuck away to watch the rest of Karen’s fight with this super-Zydian. It was hurling rocks at her which she dodged easily. She was ensuring the fight wasn’t being taken toward the rescue ship, so I ducked away even further to get closer to her and this fight’s grand finale.

When she knew the ship was clear of the cavern, she smirked at the Zydian and said "It’s just you and me now, skunky, so now I can really cut loose." Good gracious, I think she is even hotter when she’s determined.

Power Girl flew in and speared the Zydian into one of the stalactites that hung low from the ceiling. The rumbling grew more noticeable in the cavern, which I’m sure she couldn’t tell since she was flying. She followed it up with her heat vision and seared back up into a wall. That’s when I made my move.

"YEAH!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. "Kick his ass, PG!" She turned to me immediately.

"Thad?" She was utterly confused. "What the hell are you doing here?"

I pointed toward the Zydian warrior with an anticipatory expression and said, "You might want to deal with him first."

She gave me a scathing look and turned her head as her opponent was leaping at her, ready to strike with arms overhead. Karen took a big breath, and exhaled violently, shooting the Zydian warrior away into the ceiling, icicles coating his entire front side. He fell to the ground, ice shattering, and unmoving.

After checking to ensure it wasn’t getting back up, she landed right in front of me. "Are you okay? You look okay. You okay?" She looked me over and saw my wide smile. "Seriously, what the hell!"

"I got captured, they brought me down here, and now I’m just really glad to see you!" I must have not let the smile creep off my face, she was still eyeing me suspiciously.

"Something about this just isn’t..." she trailed off as the ground thundered around us.

"This place is going to crumble any second now!" I exclaimed as she instinctively scooped me up and we started to dart off through the air. The sensation was exhilarating, the speed was unbelieveable! We were zig zagging our way through cavern after cavern, an endless network the Zydians had constructed down here, with rubble falling all around us.

"Hang on tight," she said as we were suddenly going straight upward. Her eyes looked extremely intense as she used her heat vision to cut a hole for us to fly through to the surface, with blue skies overhead.

We exited in what must have been Brooklyn, from this particular view of Manhattan. We found a small rooftop to set down on. She immediately walked away and put a finger to her ear.

"Is everyone out?" She asked. "Everything was coming down as I escaped, with one final bystander. Yes. Yes. I’ll be along, but I need to run an errand first." She turned and glared at me.

"Hi Karen," was all I could muster, smile unabashedly present.

She winced at the use of her name. "Don’t...don’t "hi" me," she walked back over to me. "At least not while the cape is on."

"All I’ve wanted to do is talk to you. It’s been weeks since I’ve seen you and I feel like there’s still more to say."

"What do you want from me, Thad?" she asked pointedly. "This is exactly why I broke things off! My heart froze when I saw you down there. What if I wasn’t there to save you?"

I spoke over her as she finished. "I did it on purpose!" I yelled. She stopped abruptly, wide eyed.

"What? What do you mean you did it?"

"I saw the aliens snatching people, so I went and got snatched."

Karen still had her mouth agape, unable to speak.

"I knew there was one super team in town which would assuredly save New York from this threat, and you’re a part of that team," I said.

"That has got to be the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard!" She turned away, livid. "Do you know how dumb that is? It’s....SO dumb!

"If that’s what it took to get here," I called back, "I was willing to risk it! You pushed me away so quickly, with barely any discussion!"

"YES!" She shouted back. "I didn’t want you hurt!"

"I’m not hurt! I was rescued! By you!"

She took a moment, and looked back at me, clearly angry. "Goodbye, Thad."

"Stop!" I shouted as I ran to her, and embraced her in a fashion to restrain her.

She chuckled. "Are you really trying to hold me back from leaving?" She asked.

"...yes?" I replied as I began to chuckle myself. I was just happy to have changed the mood.

She turned around to face me, my arms still about her waist. "Do you need a lift back home?"

"I’m not letting you go until we talk about this some more."

"You’re testing my patience, Thad," she said matter-of-factly.

"I know, but I care about you too much, I care about us too much to let this just slip away." Her eyes softened, and she let out a sigh as she rested her forehead against mine.

"Listen, we can talk, but at least let me change. It doesn’t feel right talking about stuff like this with this get-up on. I’ll fly you home and I’ll be back tonight. I need to check in and then grab some normal clothes."

"That sounds wonderful," I said, smiling.

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I was home all of twenty minutes when I heard a knocking on my sliding glass door. I barely had time to make it out of the shower with nothing but a shirt and boxers on as Karen stood on my balcony, a sweater with its hood drawn up concealing her beautiful blonde bob.

"That was quick," I said.

"Yeah, it’s a thing," she replied.

As she came in, all I wanted to do was to have some kind of superpower that enabled me to show her how much I care about her, how much I want to make this work. She stood there gazing around my apartment, almost expectantly.

"I’m glad you came," I said hesitantly. I was unsure of how to express myself, especially with little to no time to prepare. "Why don’t we sit?"

"No, I’m okay," she said. "Listen, Thad. I’ll start. I know things fell off really badly last time, but that’s only because I didn’t want to drag out anything that would end up just as badly or worse. I really do care about you, but I can’t deal with someone I care about being in danger, particularly because of who I am and what I do."

"I understand that Karen," I said as I stepped closer to her, "but don’t you already have people in your life that you care about?"

"Yes," she sighed, "but most of them are supers anyhow and can take care of themselves."

"Ouch."

"Well c’mon, it’s not like just anyone is going toe to toe with a Zydian Apex Warrior."

"And all of these friends and family are just as strong and durable as you?" I asked.

"No family," she said, with downcast eyes, "just friends. And no, very few people are like me."

"Yet you let them in, and you care about them, and they care about you."

"It’s different," she said, looking back up at me.

"How?"

She exhaled with a moan, and lazily plopped onto the couch. "It’s different because it’s you."

I eased into the couch, right next to her. "What does that mean?"

She just sat for a moment, not meeting my gaze, and spoke with her eyes closed. "You’ve seen more of Karen than probably anyone has. It’s like you’re seeing a fake version of me. I wear the costume so much that I often forget who Karen even is. I run a company, but I have many employees who do the real work. Lately all my time has been spent doing cape stuff. Sometimes I think I forget what it’s like to be normal, then I think, "what exactly is my normal, anyway?" Do you realize you’re the first regular guy I’ve ever dated? I don’t even know how I’m supposed to act around you when I’m out of costume. I feel like I’m faking it all the time."

I was stunned. I thought I had her thought process pinned down. "I’ve never felt like you came off as fake, whatsoever."

"Trust me, I was really trying."

"Trying to do what, exactly?"

She lolled her head backward, covering her face with her hands. "I don’t know, be normal!"

"I don’t want this to come off as psychobabble, but I think however you choose to express yourself is your "normal.""

"Great," she sighed. "But every time I’m around you I feel so close, but I’m all torn up about needing to protect you and how I’ve got some terrible enemies and how if they ever learned about you there’d be no way I could keep you safe all the time..."

"Whoa there, sugar," I interrupted, "don’t get so far ahead of yourself. I threw myself at those bad guys today. And most of your friends who are supers throw themselves at danger all the time. Not me. I’ll do whatever it takes to be with you, and if that means we need to have a relationship in a clandestine manner, then I’m okay with that. And I’ll certainly go looking for no more trouble."

She looked at me lazily, almost curled up completely on the cushion toward me. "Besides," I continued, "all those feelings you’re having are just reinforcing how much you care about me. And I think that has to count most of all."

Her gaze shifted to the floor. Then she reclined directly on me, with her head in my lap. She stayed there awhile before saying, "I’m sorry I was so mean to you the other day," she said.

I physically relaxed, and started stroking her hair. "It’s okay, it was kind of a tense moment. I’m just glad you’re here now."

She turned over to look up at me and smiled. "I am too."

"Would you like to have a non-tense moment for a while?"

She literally floated upward to kiss me. It was as intense as it was surprising, and had passion behind it.

"I can do non-tense."

"That wasn’t what I meant, but yes," I proclaimed. "Yes, yes, a thousand times yes."

While she floated there (which was surreal) I began to take off her sweater in one quick motion.

"Don’t laugh," she told me, as I revealed her still wearing her Power Girl outfit atop her sweater and sweatpants.

"Oh dear," was my chosen vocabulary of verbosity. She righted herself to standing after dismissing the bottoms, now standing in only her costume. "So what’s it going to be, Karen or Power Girl?" I asked.

"I don’t know. Maybe both? Either way you have all of me," she said as she leaned in to kiss me deeply, straddling me on the couch.

I pulled her in close, feeling more connected to her now than ever before. We stayed in that moment for quite some time, running our hands over each other, my lips finding her neck, her legs wrapping under mine. "Take me to the bed, handsome," she said breathily. Even though she we still atop my lap, she began to feel lighter by the moment, until she was virtually weightless. I smiled at her as I stood, still embracing her and easily taking her the few steps to the bedroom, where I simply let go and she floated to the bed, rolling over to face down.

"This thing needs to come off, I can’t rush off to fight evil smelling like sex," she said grinning at me. "There’s a zipper on my back, if you’d be so kind."

I knelt on the bed, over top of her, and unzipped the outfit down her back. I gently massaged her back, running my fingers up into her hair. She quietly moaned in pleasure. I snaked my hands under her outfit and around her to try and remove the sleeves, but not before fondling her breasts. She leaned upward to free her chest and arms from the costume, and I pulled it down past her stomach, legs, and suddenly she was naked, save the blue boots I removed gingerly right afterward.

She lay there relaxed, eyes closed. I took a moment just to take in her beauty, her strong yet perfectly womanly frame stretched out on my bed. Her eyes opened. "Not fair," she said with a smile as she sat up.

"How attached are you to these clothes you’re wearing right now?"

"I wish they were unattached," I said with as straight a face as I could make. In an instant my shirt was torn from my body, and my boxers cut free of my legs. She stood in front of me holding up my ex-underwear as it smoked from the singes of her heat vision. She casually tossed them aside as she picked me up and tossed me on the bed.

She pounced on me, pure and simple, ravaging me with kisses starting at my neck and rapidly working her way down. She wasted no time getting my dick wet as she began to suck and lick every inch of it. I reeled my head back in pleasure, but little did I know that was simply an appetizer. She stopped for a moment and smiled at me, then she leaned forward. Karen put my rod between her ample bosom and stroked it slowly at first, and steadily increasing speed. The feeling was incredible, and I was worried I would would come early.

"Babe, slow down. My turn," I said as I sat up and slid down the bed, and motioned her to come to me. She took the hint instantly, and knelt astride my face. I leaned in, my hands caressing her thighs and butt, and I traced my tongue along her slit, closing in on her button, lavishly licking it in slow, circular strokes. She quivered above me, and leaned back supporting herself with outstretched arms. She was so moist, and the juices kept flowing the more time I spent on her clit. Her breathing was becoming sharp.

"No....fair..." she gasped while she quickly flipped over turning this into a sixty-nine. My cock was swallowed whole, and stroked furiously. I didn’t let up either and kept attacking her nub with my tongue. It was almost a competition to see who could hold out longer. I tried to throw her off by gently thrusting, but instead of matching my rhythm she took the whole thing down her throat and simply kept it there. It felt like she was swallowing over and over with my cock being tugged down there. It was wonderful. I moaned into her box, which caused her to moan, a chain reaction that built me up so far I hadn’t even the time to tell her I was coming.

She quaked atop me, her spasming orgasm clinching my head. That didn’t mean I missed her her amazingly sexy shrieks of delight, muffled by my member down her throat. The reaction I got from her sent me over the edge, as I burst powerfully straight inside her. She never let up the swallowing motion, and took every last bit of it. She unsheathed me from her mouth and took a deep breath. I was already panting.

"That’s...a neat trick," I said between breaths.

"A wonderful side effect of being able to hold my breath for a long time," she said as she smiled at me. "I bet there’s a bunch of things we could experiment with."

My mind reeled at the possibilities, my penis reacted with haste as well. No squandered opportunities here. "What kind of things?"

She glanced down to see me rising again, her smile grew wider. "Good, I didn’t want to be done just yet," she said as she sat on top of me, and deftly guided me into her amazingly hot pussy. She began to ride me, strengthening my resolve as I hardened even further inside her. She contracted her muscles in rhythm with me pumping upward. "This...is....good...too..." she gasped as she bounced.

As much as I loved what were were doing, my curiosity was piqued too far. I slowed my pace. "What did you have in mind, really?"

She stopped and looked at me, smiling. "Okay," she said, "stand up and get behind me." She stood as well, and with her butt toward me she bent over. "Slide it in."

So I happily obliged in this standing doggy position, and began to ram away. Then she changed things, and leaned back into me. She was floating, her arms and legs reaching behind her to embrace me. With nothing in the way I reached around and teased her clit with my one hand, and massaged her breasts with the other. She made this so easy, in a somewhat weightless state I could just grind away at her from behind with almost no effort to hold her up.

She moaned furiously as I pulled on her nipples and stroked her clit. Suddenly she leaned forward, and without ever disjoining us, twirled around so she was face up, lying on thin air, her legs draped over my shoulders. I loved this view. Her breasts bounced as I began to drill her hard. I could feel her clenching so amazingly tight around my dick, and the beginnings of release spoke to me. Again I remembered I didn’t need to suspend her, so with a free hand I found her button and grooved on it with fervor. She grabbed at my arms and pulled me even more ferociously into her as she came, squirting over my cock and abs a little as well. This intensity caused my own release that went so amazingly deep into her.

I nearly collapsed after that orgasm, but she held me tight and guided us safely back to the bed. She rolled off of me, exasperated, but still snuggled in close to spoon me.

"I liked that experiment," I said through my breath.

She laughed, herself a bit spent. "Me too." She rolled into me further. "Would it be okay if I just spent the night here? Fighting really tuckers out a girl. And so do...other things," she said amusedly.

I just stroked her hair, and pulled her close. "Of course." I smiled the biggest smile she couldn’t see. But she knew.

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We were awoken by her earpiece she had left on the nightstand. She had it back in her ear without even rolling over; this must have been quite a practiced motion. "Yeah?" she asked. "Mmhm. Mmhm. Yup." With that she took it back out, finally opened her eyes, and grinned at me. I kissed her. "I’ve gotta go."

"I get it," I said.

She stretched in bed, our limbs still intertwined. "Now comes the hard part, where I need to leave at any and all odd hours. Be thankful it’s almost a reasonable hour," she said. I glanced at the clock. It was quarter till six.

With that she got up and had her costume on in almost no time at all. "Remember, no coming to find me like this, okay? Be a good boy and stay," she said with a smile.

"Yes, yes, just remember to come back ASAP."

"You got it." She blew me a kiss and was out the way she came in.

I figured I was up now, it wouldn’t hurt to see what was on the news. I should check for any signs of trouble. I wouldn’t want to be a hapless innocent bystander again.

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