Chapter Eighty-Six: Power Up Part One
Helena Wayne slipped off from the shadows, with her hands folded slightly over her side. She looked off to the side just in time to catch a glimpse of Leslie Willis who had been prepared to go up on the cage. Quite a crowd of supporters came up to greet her for this charity benefit and live podcast. Helena noticed none of her detractors showed up.
The Metropolis Police Department turning up might have had something to do with the lack of turnout from Grace Godfrey and her followers. One of the guests of honor, Supergirl, hovered off to the distance. A visible Kryptonian might have made some people gunshy.
One final element made it very unlikely there was going to be any trouble caused. The Mayor of Metropolis stated anyone causing trouble would be brought in on charges and arrested on the spot. There would be no exceptions to this rule.
Helena moved closer towards Clark and Karen who sat amongst the people in the crowd. She prepared to jump on anyone. Thea, in full Green Arrow gear, positioned herself on the rooftop. She could get a good clean shot on anyone who stormed the stage, if the Special Crimes Unit didn't get to them first.
The beautiful sunshine shined down without a hitch in the sky. The day was perfect, almost too perfect. Clark turned his attention towards Helena. Helena replied with a very slight nod directed to the top of the stage.
"We're going to see what happens," Helena said. "I think we might not have too many problems though."
Her fingers crossed at the very least. The loud rumbling on the stage brought Leslie Willis into the forefront. She stood on the stage to gaze out at all of the people who watched. Leslie maintained a profession demeanor which surprised many of her. A small smile on her face almost made Leslie see her.
"Today, all of you are awesome!" Leslie called out. "I don't want to seem too sappy, but to see all of you out there, maybe not supporting every word that comes out of my mouth, but supporting the spirit of which it is said, there's just something really righteous about that which warms my heart. I have to thank each and every one of you for the support, for all of the letters, for the tweets, and for the shares and likes on my podcast. We have blown the lid open off of the mainstream narrative. Despite the fact there are those who want to shut down alternative news media sources, I'm confident that as long as we stand tall, we are going to win this battle!"
Leslie took in a deep breath.
"The mainstream media fears change and they put their talking heads to cram the narrative of the day down your throats," Leslie said. "Anyone who doesn't toe the line, well they are silenced. Hit pieces, smear campaigns, you name it. I know there's plenty of bullshit on the Internet."
Everyone laughed at Leslie for a minute.
"But, don't think the mainstream media is immune from bullshit either. No, they're guilty of spinning their fake news like a spider spins a web. And they catch poor people who don't know any better."
Everyone most certainly had a lot to think about. Clark did not agree with some of the ways Leslie went on about her points a lot of the time. However, there was something in the overall context of them which he could agree on even if the words were not exactly the most tactful.
"Today, I invited Grace Godfrey to stand beside me on this stage. So, we could have a live person to person conversation in front of all of you."
Some of Leslie's supporters started to boo and one screamed out "fuck that cunt" which caused Clark to raise his eyebrow. Leslie shook her head.
"I wanted her to come here so we could have a discussion, "Leslie said. "Deep down I knew it would never happen. I've been saying for months what kind of person Gracie is. We know she doesn't value people she thinks beneath her. And she thinks poorly of her supporters. It's sad that most people aren't in on her con. She profits from real victims, while crying out she is one, oppressed by man or in her case, by Superman."
One could also see Leslie's eyes shift and nearly roll into the back of her head.
"I wasn't going to dominate the conversation. I wasn't going to yell at her or call her all sorts of awful names to her face. I was going to let her make her points and when she was done, I was going to deconstruct them. I was going to tell her all of the reasons why I thought she peddled a bullshit narrative and how it's toxic to everyone including young women and girls…which would be ironic given that's the buzzwords her crowd uses."
Some angry sounds had been made. Leslie did not really say anything more.
"But, Gracie did not show up," Leslie said. "I'm sure you're going to hear everything from her in the coming days. How she felt threatened by showing up here, saying that I would ambush her or have thugs beat her up."
For one second, Clark thought Leslie would rip into Grace for the incident at her apartment studio just the other day. The reprimand did not come however.
"All of my supporters standing beside me, I appreciate it," Leslie said. "I might not know you all personally, but you are good hard-working people. The type of people who Gracie can't stand looking at because she thinks she's better than you. She looks up upon you from a position of privilege. How much money has she donated to charities that actually help women?"
The question hung in the air. Everyone made some angry sounds.
"Men, women, everyone here, you're all part of something great. Thank you for all of the support, all of the tweets, all of the shares, and we're going to continue to debunk the lies of Grace Godfrey and her disciples. We will expose modern third-wave feminism for what it truly is, a hate mob and a supremacy movement by women who feel like they are entitled to have everything handed to them just because they have a vagina."
Leslie's blunt statement was prone to ruffle a lot of feathers. Helena watched her on the stage.
"She has some valid points, even if she could use a little more tact," she commented.
Clark would have to agree. So far today, so good, as Leslie continued her podcast at Metropolis Square on this perfect sunny day.
Clark stopped by STAR Labs. They had a brand new super suit ready for him. Given Darkseid's incoming inevitable arrival, Clark would want all of the advantages possible to take down the conqueror. He looked over his shoulder just in time to see Alex pop in next to him.
"Hey," Clark said.
"Hey, yourself," Alex said. "So, how did things go with Leslie Willis?"
"Pretty peaceful," Clark said.
Alex knew it would not be the end of it. She knew far better than to even assume the end would happen. Clark noticed the frown cropping up over her face.
"You think it's the calm before the storm?" Clark asked.
"Well, we had a nice sunny afternoon, but it's supposed to rain before the evening," Alex said. The look on Clark's face made Alex almost break out in an amused snort. "Oh, you mean with Willis? That's a good question, and I really don't know."
Clark and Alex stepped their way inside. They moved over towards Patricia who had been looking at one of the pieces of Reach technology which had been left behind. It did not seem to do anything of value from what she saw.
"Clark!"
Patricia slid the orb back into the box. She moved over to him and greeted Clark with a nice hug. She decided to move one step closer and kiss Clark on the lips. Alex put her hand on her hip and waited for Patricia to pull away.
"I'm almost upset that I didn't get a greeting like that."
A small mischievous smile popped over Patricia's face. She moved over and wrapped her arm around Alex's waist and pulled her in. Alex had been surprised and caught with the kiss from the older redhead.
Clark watched the two of them meet together tongue for tongue with each other. Their nails scrapped against the side of each other's face as they indulged each other in one of the most passionate kisses either could manage. They pulled apart from each other.
"Oh, you meant, Clark, didn't you?"
A snort came from the younger girl. She moved over and stole a quick kiss from Clark before pulling away.
"We better not leave my mother waiting," Alex said. "She's not the type of woman you want to leave hanging."
Clark stepped into the room. The suit had been out and ready to go. Eliza finished adjusting one simple component in the suit. She looked over her shoulder and smiled.
"It's going to be ready in a minute," Eliza said. "I've been busy lately. I've been keeping an eye on the satellites. Barda's helping me recalibrate them for Boom Tubes."
"Any luck, yet?" Clark asked.
"No," Eliza said. "The suit's best worn close to the skin, so if you don't…."
Clark stripped out of his clothes and got onto the suit. All three women appreciate the brief glimpses.
"I've heard from Astra your speed and stamina has improved tenfold, and your strength as well," Eliza said.
"She's been drilling me for a long time trying to improve my fighting style so I'm ready to go out there," Clark said. "And I'll be ready to go out there."
"You have to be physically and mentall."
Barda in to join Alex, Eliza, and Patricia She appreciated the new suit and it would give them an added advantage. Unfortunately, a new suit was not exactly the only thing they needed.
"Darkseid won't be easy," Barda said.
"No, he won't be," Eliza agreed. "But, your greatest power is to inspire hope. Why do you think the Godfreys have been working so hard to discredit you in the eyes of the average person?"
Clark flashed a smile to the older woman. She just did not back down from his gaze.
"You've been talking to my mother, haven't you, Doctor Danvers?"
"She's a very wise woman," Eliza said. "Now, it should only take about thirty minutes to run the necessary tests to make sure the suit's calibrated properly to you."
No question about it, Clark wanted to be ready and able to take down Darkseid. He moved in to the simulation as the tests began. And he would pass them through flying colors. Clark walked onto a field with what seemed to endless amounts of rings for him to fly into.
"Really, rings again?" Clark asked. "Because, Astra just had me fly through about ten straight courses of moving rings the other day."
"Best way to test your reflexes and ability to think quickly," Eliza said. "It should only take ten minutes."
A horrific rainstorm began to kick up after Leslie left the benefit. She drove herself back home to her apartment. Overall, today's evens pleased the radio personality very much. A smile spread over her face as she moved down to the stop lights.
Another flash of lightly erupted through the sky. Leslie waited impatiently for the traffic light to turn as the rain started to hammer down on the ground. The droplets of water smacked against the windshield. Leslie reached in and turned on the wind shield wipers while taking a deep breath.
'Well, at least this waited to happen until the benefit got done.'
Something much more annoying than a rainstorm came barreling down the street. Several of Grace Godfrey's followers marched down the street holding signs. A couple of them moved in front of Leslie's car. She spent the next couple of minutes in intense debate of whether to run them over or not. She severely was tempted by it.
'I don't think the lawsuit would be worth my piece of mind.'
Leslie turned off the car, and got out of it before standing out in the middle of traffic. Those deranged harpies all yelled at her and shook their hands. Some of them wore small chunks of the glowing green meteor rock as well. Grace suggested they all wear them as a symbol to show their disgust at Superman.
'Yes, let's walk around with chunks of radioactive space rock wrapped around our necks,' Leslie thought. 'I'm sure that will end well.'
"You think you can talk trash to her? You think you can talk down to us!"
One of the protesters made their way over to Leslie. She shook her fist at the woman. Leslie did not back off or show any fear. She just kept staring down at this woman without another word. Leslie absolutely would not be bullied in any way whatsoever.
"I'm not talking down to you," Leslie said. "Maybe you should realize that you've been blinded. You're young, you don't understand the con when you see one, at least until it's too late."
One of the hurled a tampon at the back of Leslie's head, and she heard the loud chants from other followers elsewhere. The MCU would have their hands full with these rabble rousers. Leslie tried her best not to engage the trolls.
"You think we are just going to listen to your lies!" one of the protestors yelled. "You're a disgusting human being! You are condoning what they do!"
"Hey, princess, if a man pulled the same shit that Gracie has been doing, I'd slam him just about as much," Leslie said. "That's part of equality! You need to take the bad times with the good times. And you have just as much right to be called out on your bullshit than a man. Or are you too privileged to be called out?"
The three women moved around on either side of Leslie. She could see a loud bang in the distance and tear gas came into the crowd. Another whip of lightning came.
Leslie stepped her way onto the side walk. A scrappy looking supporter attacked Leslie and knocked her back onto the sidewalk. Both of them tussled with each other, both trying to gain the upper hand with each other. Leslie pushed her nails into the side of her enemy's throat to push her off.
She grabbed onto the necklace just as a bolt of lightning shot through the air. The protestor screamed after having burned to a crisp. Leslie had been thrown back with her body smoking.
The MCU made their way in. Maggie Sawyer lead the way. She saw the severely burned protestor who gave one last shudder and then her heart stopped. Then she saw Leslie down on the ground. She was still breathing about sparks came from her body like a wire which had been severed. None of them wanted to get close to Leslie when she discharged this much electricity.
"Someone call for the EMTs"
"And noted traitor for the Patriarchy, Leslie Willis, currently lies in the hospital, severely injured after she attempted to assault one of my fans. You see her grabbing this civil protestor around the throat before the lightning struck both of them."
Tess stepped into the hospital past the front entrance. She moved in past the ranting form of Grace Godfrey on the television screen. Words failed her. She spotted Maggie Sawyer who leaned back against the wall. Obviously, she felt put through the ringer.
"Should this piece of human garbage get sympathy? No, she's an awful woman and she is not representative of us. She doesn't even identify as a feminist. If you're not a feminist, as far as I'm concerned, you're garbage and you should just shut up and get educated. Leslie paid for her actions and her attitude."
The smug face on the television screen made Tess want to throw a brick through it.
"And where was her Superman to save her? He didn't show up. He never shows up when truly needed. But, you know what, it's fine. No self-respecting woman would ever beg Superman to help them. Leslie talked a lot of trash while safely in a studio, but once push came to shove, she's proven herself as nothing but a bully and a bigot. This racist, homophobic witch got what she deserved, when she got electrocuted. The only regret I have is it did not happen sooner. She received a healthy dose of karma for her Internalized Misogyny. She asked for it with her attitude and the way she conducted herself."
Tess tried to disregard Grace's rapid fire rants on the screen. They were about as pleasant as a hoard of fire ants gnawing away at her skin.
"It's not good," Maggie told her. "And I don't mean her either."
One disgusted look towards the television screen told Tess pretty much everything she needed to know. Tess looked at down the hallway. The doctor had not returned or had not come out. Leslie had been stabilized in the next room. The fact she survived was a miracle. The other woman died the second the lightning struck her.
Leslie having her hand on the Kryptonite when the lightning struck saved her life. The other woman might not have been lucky. Without running the proper amount of tests, Tess could not have really made any guesses. All she could do was think about the fact she regretted what happened and regretted what happened big time.
"I put her back in the air," Tess said.
"Well, to be fair, you must have had her reasons," Maggie said. "We let our guards down, unfortunately, when no one attacked the benefit. If she wakes up, she's going to have every reason in the world to be very upset. And who could really blame her at this point?"
Tess did not blame Leslie at all. This was not something they needed this close to Darkseid. Grace, who had been low-key for her, had flown off the chain and used this attack as another excuse to rip into Superman while also defaming Leslie. The only thing she stopped short of doing was calling Leslie a Nazi.
Controversy created cash, created a lot of cash, and Grace made the networks a lot of money. It made the network gain progressive points by having such an ardent Feminist speaker on their mantle. Despite the fact Tess could not find one shred of evidence of Grace actually helping any women have a better life, those zealots did not let facts get in the way of their feelings.
"Karma is a bitch and so is Leslie Willis!"
That voice blared over the television screen. Maggie and Tess sat in the middle of the waiting room. They wanted to know what would happen with Leslie. The lights flickering above their head distracted Tess for a mere moment from the conversation.
Tess muted Grace. Her mouth still moved, but at least they could have piece of mind.
"Well, one of us had to," Maggie said. "Some of those nurses don't look too happy."
Kool-aide drinkers, obviously, not that Tess really gave a fuck right now. She just kept looking towards the entrance.
Something else caught Tess's interest. A robed figure stepped into the hospital room. She hunched over and moved very slow, almost making deliberate strides to the room across from her. Her presence made Tess's blood run cold. Only one thought entered Tess's mind.
'Shit.'
The figure moved over. Tess rose to her feet and followed the woman down the hallway. She began to think this was part of some kind of demented mind screw on the part of Darkseid and his forces.
Granny Goodness stepped into the room where Leslie had been kept.
"You are needed elsewhere."
Her voice compelled the doctors and nurses all to leave. Granny stepped over towards Leslie's body. Her hair was now white as chalk and her skin turned blue. She still had a pretty nice figure despite the deformnities. Every now and then, the lights flickered and her heart monitor jumped up a slight bit.
Granny picked up the remote control and turned on the television screen.
"And now, this awful woman is where she belongs. I think though someone should go down there and pull the plug, make sure she never wakes up again!"
The voice of Grace Godfrey stirred Leslie out of her slumber. Sparks came from her hands and her blood began to boil.
"SHE WILL PAY!"
The lights flickered as did the television screen. Every single one of the monitors in the room shorted out. Leslie broke the restraints on her bed and sat bolt upright. Her eyes widened with a very sadistic glare.
"Oh, you poor little lost lamb," Granny said in he softest voice. "Let Granny guide you."
"Step away from her."
Maggie stepped into the room. She noticed Tess's discomfort about them. Granny turned around with a smile on her sadistic face. She pulled a large staff and pointed towards her.
"You should mind your manners, girl."
A blast of energy came from the staff. A blur shot through the shadows in front of Maggie before it connected and Supergirl took the full blunt of the staff to her shoulders.
Electricity discharged which forced Maggie to roll outside of the broken door. Supergirl launched up off of her knees like a ragdoll land slammed down into the door.
"I know who is responsible for this!" Leslie yelled. "I know who is responsible for all of this. And they were suffer."
"Yes, you know it," Granny said in a soothing voice. "You know Superman is the one who is responsible for you. The rock which changed you into this awful thing, it came from his home planet. You are going to make him pay!"
Superman flew in through the window and landed on the ground. The sadistic look on Granny's face was even more impressive.
"Leslie, you need to calm down, we can help you…."
"Leslie Willis is dead!" Leslie yelled. "She's been cancelled…there's only Livewire now. And you better get out of my way, Boy Scout, before I start wrecking your shit!"
The newly dubbed Livewire aimed her hand and then she turned around. She zapped Granny full on with a bolt of lightning. Said lightning rocked Granny and knocked her on her back.
"Why, my child?" Granny asked.
"You must think I'm stupid!" Livewire yelled. "Grace Godfrey will pay for what she caused…and there's no safe space for her to hide in now!"
Livewire disappeared through the power cables and vanished into the distance. Superman and Supergirl stood side by side with each other. Granny rifled through her clothes and reached for something. Supergirl knocked the Mother Box out of her hand before Granny could activate it.
"You filthy brat!" Granny growled in a more mannish voice.
Tess stepped into the room as Clark stood back. She held an energy cannon in hand and pointed it at Granny.
"Lutessa, my lost child," Granny said. "It's been too long."
"Burn."
Tess pulled the button on the cannon and nailed Granny with a concentrated energy attack. It knocked her down to the ground. She reached for the staff, but Kara grabbed it into her hand.
"Trust me, you won't be doing that to any of us again," Kara said.
She kicked Granny in the ribs for good measure. Kara wondered if this wicked woman had any more tricks up her sleeve.
"Did that feel good?" Tess asked.
"Yep," Kara said.
Tess blasted Granny as hard as possible with the cannon. She laid against the wall, in agonizing pain.
"Where is Grace Godfrey?" Tess asked.
"There's so much anger….so much rage…so much….."
Kara kicked Granny in the face before she started to monologue. Clark and Maggie stood side by side to watch blood splatter off of Granny's chin and mouth.
"That still felt good."
"We should track down Livewire," Clark said. "Before she does something she regrets."
Tess doubted Leslie would regret frying Grace Godfrey to a crisp, but she understood what Clark meant.
Chapter Eighty-Seven: Power Up Part Two
"Every single day, you see him up in the sky and looking down upon us from a position of privilege. And there are people who still support them. No respectable woman should scream their lungs out to ask Superman for help. No woman who is true should allow themselves to be oppressed in such a way. Soon, they will open their eyes. More people are opening up their eyes to him. You saw what happened with the Reach. If people could be mistaken about them, then why do you think people could be wrong about Superman?"
The loud voice of Grace Godfrey came out. She went through her usual anti-Superman ran. She took in a deep breath and focused. The world ate out of the palm of her hand, exactly what Grace wanted.
"Each day, I see more women dreaming about what it would be liked for their man to come down from the sky. Thinking that it's an acceptable quality to be a damsel in distress and have such strong man. Superman does not save women, rather he just delivers them straight into the arms of the Patriarchy."
Grace paused for a minute to let her message stick in. Everyone listened to her and many believed her.
"You don't shout down a woman who tells you she's being mistreated. My critics think that I'm wrong, but I'm not. I've proved it time and time again. Had Leslie Willis opened her eyes sooner rather than later, she might have not been in the fix she was in? No, she got everything she deserved!"
The lights in the studios flickered above Grace's head. Her sound equipment crackled. One of the stage hands looked up from his coffee. Grace's depraved gazed lock onto his face. He shuddered as a practice impulse.
"FIX IT!" she snapped at him.
The snapping of the woman made the stagehand almost stagger up. The male moved over to see what he could do to adjust the lightning. Things calmed down just long enough for Grace to start up her rant again.
"And Leslie Willis showed the entire world why you should not be a horrible person, a piece of human garbage. No decent person refuses to identify with being a feminist, especially if they are a woman. She's proven what happens when she is too arrogant. She brought everything that happened upon yourself."
"Victim blaming, are we, Gracie? That's not very feminist of you."
A ghostly voice blared across the loud speakers of the studio. Grace Godfrey's eyes widened in thinly suppressed shot. Sparks surrounded her from the studios. A figure with chalk white spin manifested. Her glowing blue hair and brighter blue eyes along with short looking fingernails pointed there.
"You say anyone who doesn't believe a woman, even if she's full of shit, is victim-blaming. You are full of it, Gracie, and you think you can just blame me for what happened."
"It's because of Superman that….."
Grace Godfrey's switchboard blew up and send sparks flying. Leslie placed her hand on the edge and rocked herself back a little bit.
"No, it's you and your entire herd of cows who did this to me. And now, I'm going to show the world what Grace Godfrey is all about."
Security sealed out of the room thanks to Livewire's little wave of her hand. She moved behind the chair which Grace rose out of.
"Empower yourself, Gracie!" Livewire mocked. "Stand up. You are woman. LET ME HEAR YOU ROAR!"
The lights of the studio exploded and forced Grace to back off in absolute terror. Livewire smiled and toppled over the desk with a charge of electricity.
"GET THAT PSYCHOPATH OUT OF HERE!" Grace yelled.
She crawled backwards onto the ground and took a deep breath. The sadistic eyes of Livewire flashed over her. Grace had no ways to defend herself. It was her against this entity made of pure electricity.
"Gracie, you wouldn't come to my party when I send you a nice engraved invitation," Livewire said. "Therefore, I've decided to be a good sport and come onto your broadcast. It's not going to cost you anything, well maybe your life, but that isn't worth much. So you get a pretty good deal."
"You can't do this to me," Grace said.
"Guess a garbage human being can do a whole lot to you, Grace," Leslie said. "You know garbage well, don't you? DON'T YOU? It's just coming out of your mouth half of the time. Listen to me Grace, I heard everything that you were saying when I was unconscious. You motivated me!"
Grace attempted to escape through the door. Sparks flew in every direction to prevent her. Grace's contempt could not be stopped. She stared at the woman before her who cocked her head with a very sadistic smile. Sparks flowed from the tips of Livewire's fingers.
"Guess what? You're not in your safe space anymore."
The good news was Granny Goodness had been caught. The bad news is, they were no closer to finding Darkseid. Daisy leaned against the wall and drew in her breath. Being near that woman in any way whatsoever caused a disgusting feeling to come to the pit of her stomach. The other agents passed by the cell without making eye contact. The disgust had been very obvious. Daisy entered some pretty good company.
"So, now what?" Alex asked. "We have one of Darkseid's agents. She's been stirring up trouble."
Daisy answered with a nod. They would have to wait for their boss to come up to see if they could get anything out of Granny. She did not say a word since arriving here. Alex and Daisy stood at the edge of the wall with each other. Kara came on in for a second.
"Superman's going after Livewire, isn't he?" Daisy asked.
"We know where she's heading," Alex said.
"Grace Godfrey's studio, wherever she's broadcasting," Kara said. "But, we don't have any idea where that is, do we?"
Daisy and Alex both shook their heads. Grace Godfrey's studio remained a mystery which no one had been able to penetrate just yet. She claimed it was kept secure and private just in case any men came through to threaten her. And unfortunately, anyone engaging her, especially if they were male, played into Grace's hand. She thrived on being a professional victim and the more hate she incited, the more she cited the toxic behavior of manhood. She gaslighted a lot of people into believing what she says was true.
'What a bitch!' Kara thought, surprising herself.
That particular noun could be describing Grace Godfrey or it could be describing Granny Goodness, who had taken young girls, vulnerable. Some of them had been abused, physically or sexually, or had addiction issues, often times stemming from some kind of abused. Many had been the victims of violent crimes. Her methods of twisting the psyches of these women were numerous and Kara could feel a stirring feeling in the pit of her stomach.
"She's here," Alex said. "She hasn't said anything."
J'onn, under the guise of Hank Henshaw, as per usual, walked down the hallway. "That's surprising."
The people from Apokolips normally could be quite the chatty sort, especially when they were Granny Goodness. J'onn stepped down the hallway and moved outside of the cell.
"Director, you can't hold me for long," Granny said. "This is just a break before dear Granny is out."
"As long as I live, you're not leaving that cell."
The woman's face contorted into a sadistic grin which caused anyone's blood to run cold. "Great Darkseid will fix that little problem."
The very obvious threat came through. J'onn thought about all of his options. He could wait for her to talk. Or he could read her mind? J'onn had his misgivings about the second option for numerous reasons. While he did not think himself to be incapable of reading Granny's mind, doing so might not have been among the best options.
"Yes," Granny said. "You're scared. You want to know when he's going to strike. Every day could be your last. You know it's coming, but you don't know when. And more importantly, you don't know how to stop."
Granny's eyes fell onto Kara which caused Alex's rage to bubble to the surface.
"Don't worry, my sweet child, I'm certain you be rebuilt into something more respectable."
"You, don't get to look at my sister," Alex said. "And you don't get to talk to her. Is that clear, you psychopathic bitch?"
Granny tutted at Alex's words.
"My, my, such language," Granny said. "Someone should teach you some respect."
"Yeah, well that's not going to be you," Alex said. "You're going to rot in that cell. And I'm going to enjoy coming back to see the look on your face after Superman kicks Darkseid's ass."
Granny just responded by a loud round of laughter. The sweetness in her voice had been removed with gruffness. Her voice sounded much less maternal and more like an eighty-year old man who went through about three packs a day since he was old enough to smoke.
"Oh, you are such a beautiful and naïve child if you think there's any hope for you. Superman doesn't have it. The world is divided. And a world divided cannot stand against Darkseid. Certainly, your efforts will be a nice diversion and a momentary amusement. I will enjoy watching you in chains."
'Might I recommend vaporizing her right now,' the Blue Beetle said. 'She would look better as a pile of ash.'
'Down, girl,' Alex reprimanded.
"Darkseid will break Superman before the entire world,' Granny said. "And you will all watch it happen. Then you will realize you have put your hope in a man who just can't win….."
"Ladies and gentlemen, your regularly scheduled programming has preempted. My name is Livewire. I've undergone a makeover today. Now it was a bit of a shock at first, but I've grown used to it. And my guess today is the psychotic hosebeast who normally plays at this time slot, Gracie Godfrey. Say hello to the people, Gracie."
"You won't get away with this," Grace said.
The attention which they held on Granny had been held. Daisy rushed over towards the computer. Alex, Kara, and J'onn all followed her down the hallway.
"If she's on Grace's frequency, I can track her," Daisy said. "If Chloe isn't doing so already….she's….we don't have much time."
"You see, today I'm putting Grace Godfrey on trial for crimes against humanity. Today, I'm going to tell you where your money is truly going every time you open up your wallets for this professional victim."
This was not supposed to happen. Grace Godfrey thought this woman was a nuisance at best. She tried to take her off of the air, but she came back on the air. Grace had her attacked, but Supergirl intervened in time. She was supposed to be lying dead in a hospital room, and yet she was still here.
"You don't understand one thing. As long as I have a voice, I will hear my say. Do you have anything to save to the people, Grace? Before I burn you to a crisp?"
"You're nuts and a liar!" Grace yelled.
"What happened to listen and believe?" Livewire mocked. "What happened to not blaming the victim?"
Livewire's fingers flexed together as Grace Godfrey looked up at her.
"You see, I've never once did anything other than debunk your bullshit. Yet, people break into my apartment, my show gets cancelled after five years of having the highest ratings in Metropolis, and then, your goons try and attack me, while I'm in my car. Those little Kryptonite beads, don't think I don't know what they symbolize? You acted like you're a good person, but you're an inhumane asshole who deserves to burn to a crisp."
Grace wondered where the hell security was.
"They're not coming," Livewire said. "You thought you could hide from your critics at this undisclosed location. No one is breaking their necks to call the cops because….everyone hates your guts!"
The ceiling busted to pieces and Superman dropped down from the heavens. Grace looked at Superman with widened eyes.
"Superman, thank God," she murmured. "You have to save me from this bitch!"
Livewire turned to look to Superman. "Listen, Supes, I really don't want to fight you. This is a personal manner between two old friends."
"Oh, I'm not here to fight you, Le…Livewire," Superman said. "I'm here to be educated. I want to see how I can benefit the noble cause of feminists like Grace Godfrey."
Grace looked up to Superman, mouth completely agape. Livewire paused from attacking and appeared very curious. She wondered where this one was going.
"I want to see how a strong independent woman like Ms. Godfrey handles a crisis. I believe I got it right when I say she doesn't need a man to fight her battle. And she most certainly doesn't need a Superman. Especially one who is part of the oppressive patriarchy, who promotes…what was that word again…oh yes, toxic masculinity."
The simmering nature of Grace's rage almost seethed the surface.
"I've seen the light," Superman said. "And I want to be educated by how a situation could be diffused. So, show me, Ms. Godfrey. I'm ready to be educated, and be a better person."
"Well, this is fucking hilarious!" Livewire cackled. "Looks like your bullshit just blue-pilled the Big Blue Boyscout. Pity it's going to get you fried."
"NO!" Grace howled at the top of her lungs. "You…have to…you can't just let her kill me, please, you can't let her kill me!"
"No," Superman said. "But, I'm confused about something. You said that no woman with any self-respect would not cry for Superman to save her. I wouldn't want to propagate the continued stereotype of gender stereotypes by saving you. Strong women don't need me pull them out the fire, right, Ms. Godfrey?"
Grace came several breaths towards having a stroke due to having her own logic being slapped back into her face.
"You wouldn't want to be a poor example to all of those young women and girls who look up to you. They want to see how their hero reacts to a situation. Don't you?"
The genuine smile of the boy scout spread over his face. Grace's temper grew more and more agitated until something snapped and bubbled to the surface.
"I DIDN'T BELIEVE THAT! I JUST SAID ALL THAT TO STIR PEOPLE UP BEFORE DARKSEID ARRIVED!"
The words came out, had been broadcasted on the air for the entire world to see. Livewire broke out into the grin.
"That's news," Superman said. "But, I think you're just saying that to make me look bad. I think you should still get out of this one."
"Women are stupid if they believe anything I say!" Grace shouted. "The women on this earth are easily lead sheep! All you have to do is claim you're a feminist and they'll buy anything!"
"What are you trying to say?" Superman asked. "Are you trying to say everything you said was a lie?"
Grace hurled a chair across the room. It connected with the side of Superman's head. Grace took in a deep breath and almost screamed her lungs out.
"YES!" Grace howled at the top of her lungs. "IT'S A LIE! EVERYTHING IS A LIE! I CONNED THEM ALL! I SPENT ALL OF THEIR MONEY ON LUXURY ITEMS. ARE YOU HAPPY?"
"Well, I don't know about him," Livewire said, her face resembling a Cheshire cat. "But, I am."
"Okay, Leslie you can back off now. Come to Star Labs, we'll figure something out."
For a brief second, Livewire considered Grace. Her face was red, and she was about ready to scream bloody murder. Livewire felt like killing her right now would not do much good.
"Oh, I could really kill her, couldn't I?" Livewire asked. "But, it wouldn't be worth it. She already nuked her professional reputation, saying she was a liar and a fraud. And she just outed herself as an alien as well, that's too funny."
Livewire brought out into a grin.
"Pro-tip, women on Earth can be quite vengeful, especially when they've been lied to."
Superman thought for one minute Livewire was going to fry her anyway. His eyes fell onto Livewire's face. She turned around with a grin on her face.
"Okay, Big Blue, I'll come with you…but I want something in return."
Livewire moved forward and whispered something in Superman's ear. Superman raised his eyebrow and nodded in response.
"Fine," Superman said.
The doors burst open and the DEO made their way in to arrest Grace Godfrey. She rose to her feet and stared Superman from all the way across the room.
"You will pay," Grace said. "Darkseid will make you suffer."
Superman heard that before. He turned to Livewire who walked out without a word. They would hopefully get her fixed up and she would be back to as close as normal as humanly possible. Today had been a very long day and they had a lot left to do.
The scorecard in Clark Kent's head played off. G. Gordon Godfrey, Granny Goodness, and Grace Godfrey had been locked up. Three of Darkseid's very dangerous minions had been locked up. Yet, he was not feeling really good. Something about what happened put him on ease. Grace had caused a lot more doubt than he cared to admit.
"And here I've got this big pizza and no one to help me finish it."
Kara stepped over carrying a large pizza box. She sat it down on the table where Clark was sitting. Clark was glad she brought the pizza because he could really use a pick-me up. The Last Son of Krypton reached in and pulled the pizza off and took a long bite of it.
"I'm sure there's a lot on your mind," Kara said. "And I'd be lying if I wasn't worried….even with all of the help we're getting."
Kara really did not really want to worry Clark after everything that happened. Clark reached across the table and put his hand on Kara's hand, before using his other hand to grab another piece of pizza. He ate it and Kara sighed before taking one for herself.
"Granny Goodness didn't say anything of value," Kara said. "J'onn hasn't decided to read her mind. I can't blame him for not rushing to get into that head."
As much as Tess and Barda had reasons to hate Granny, and they were pretty good reasons, Kara held a lot more rage for the sadistic woman than most. Her principles were very strong, Clark noted, and Granny manipulating those women, who had been vulnerable, really stirred Kara's ire. It made Clark sick to his stomach as well.
"The Godfreys and Granny, they're all monsters," Kara said.
She wiped a little bit of red sauce off of Clark's chin and stuck the finger into her mouth. Kara sucked it with a smile popping over her face before she pulled back.
"Sorry, it just…bugged me," Kara said.
"I'm sure it did," Clark said to her. "But, you're right. They are monsters. The greatest monsters hide in plain sight, but no one is worse than Darkseid."
Alex and Daisy popped into the room next to them. Daisy moved over to snag the final slice of people out from underneath Kara's nose. Kara folded her arms together and stuck out her lips a few seconds later. Alex did not look too pleased with the pizza being swiped out from underneath her nose.
"J'onn hasn't been able to get anything from Granny or Grace just yet," Alex said. "So far, at least."
Clark figured there was another part to this statement. "He can't, or he won't."
"It's can't this time," Alex said. "He says their minds just boot him out when he gets close to finding something out."
The door opened up before this conversation could answer. Maggie Sawyer stepped into the room and moved towards Kara.
"So, how's your shoulder?" Maggie asked. Kara raised her eyebrow. "Come on, I think it's obvious that you're Supergirl…even if I don't know half of the stuff that's going on here…and you're Superman."
She turned to Clark with a smile. There was no use denying it, although Clark wanted to figure out exactly how.
"You don't get to rise to the ranks as a Detective without putting two and two together," Maggie said. "You were pretty amazing out there. You defused the situation without any violence. And I hate you by the way."
"Why?" Clark asked.
"Because, you're the only man who makes me question my sexuality," Maggie joked. "Well, almost, you're not that good yet. Keep working at it though."
She smiled and shook Clark's hand. Maggie did respect and appreciate everything that Clark did.
"Keep up the good fight," Maggie said. "And if you need any help…well I'll see what I can do….I might not have flight or heat vision or super breath or any of the other powers, but I have….well I can help."
"We appreciate any help," Clark said. "We're going to need it. Even if you just support us, we appreciate it."
Leslie Willis leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. Doctor Eliza Danvers stood over her and made a few calibrations to those metal cuffs. She was very patient, almost too patient.
"And I thought my days of getting fit for tacky jewelry were done," Leslie said. "You sure these are going to prevent the random discharges, doc?"
"It should be, I'm confident in that," Eliza said. "You're just going to have to sit down and let me get to work. I'll have it in place in a little bit."
"At least you're easy enough on the eyes."
The cuffs snapped completely in place. Leslie rose up on the chair just enough to see her target. Superman made his way around the corner. He dressed in a nice jean jacket, a white top, and a pair of jeans. Leslie's eyes gave him the once and over. Eliza smiled and left, getting one last look at Clark before leaving. She figured those two could use some time alone.
"You look nice, although you really should disguise yourself better," Leslie said. "People are going to figure out sooner rather than later that you're….well that you're you."
"Yeah, I'm me," Clark said.
Leslie placed her finger and touched Clark's chest. A small spark came out of her finger. She eyed Clark with hunger dancing in her eyes. "We had a deal, sir. And I know you're a man of your world. You promised if I let up on the Dyke Lord, you would give me the time of my life."
The kiss happened and Leslie had been surprised there had been no discharge. The cuffs worked at the very least, which was some pretty good news. Leslie grabbed the hand of her savior.
"Hopefully you live up to that name, Supes," Leslie said. "Because, I don't take well to disappointment."
Her fingers brushed against Clark's abdomen and moved to get a little bit lower. The door opened just before Leslie could get into position. Eliza stepped inside, having forgotten her notes. She watched with the meta-human almost easing her hand to him.
"I should thank you as well," Leslie said. "And face it, I know the way you looked at him, you've been angling for the Super D."
Eliza's mouth opened up wide. The younger girl grabbed the older woman around the hair and pushed her mouth on top of hers. Eliza and Leslie exchanged a very passionate kiss which stirred Clark's interest. Eliza had been thrown off only at first, before she responded with pushing her tongue inside.
"Let's see how well those cuffs, work, Doc."
Eliza staggered in to meet Clark face to face. Clark wrapped his arms around the sexy older woman and kissed her. She deserved a reward for such hard work in helping him.
Clothing flew off of Eliza's sexy mature body one article at a time. Clark's hands cupped her ass when she stood before him in her bra and panties. The silky smoothness of her undergarments came underneath Clark's hands when feeling her up.
Eliza threw her head back and moaned with Clark kissing her hard and fast. She could hardly believe the feeling of the powerful young man's tongue going into her mouth, his hands squeezing her ass. She could feel him and could feel pleasure which had not been given for a long time.
"I don't mean to be rude, but don't forget about me."
Leslie pulled Clark's pants down completely and grabbed his erect penis from behind. She gave him a couple of squeezes while tugging on his manhood.
"Oh, very nice," she breathed.
Eliza felt the cock slap her thigh and she would have to concur. She watched as Leslie motioned for her to stand off to the side. Leslie wrapped her fingers around Clark's big cock and then squeezed it, before leaning in and kissing on on the top of his head.
"Damn," Clark said.
"Oh, you've seen nothing yet."
Leslie swirled her tongue around his cock several times before backing off. Articles of clothing practically flew off of her body. Leslie stood there, a brief smile dancing on her lips. Her breasts came out in full perkiness, her tight shaven pussy, flat stomach, and nice ass, along with a beautiful set of legs were all there. She gave a twirl for a second.
Eliza dropped down to her knees.
"Let me show you how to really please a man," Eliza said. "And how to treat a cock like this."
The older woman proceeded to worship Clark's large cock in her mouth. Clark grabbed her hair and looked up. Her vibrant blue eyes looked up at Clark when sucking him off hard and fast. The Kryptonian Survivor could barely even register what was happening, only the great things her mouth performed when wrapped around his throbbing hard prick. It was of pure magic.
"Eliza," Clark groaned. "Oh, Eliza, that's so amazing."
She smacked her lips around Clark's cock head and then slid down deep to the base. Eliza wanted him so badly that she could taste it.
"Hey, save some of that magnificent cock for me."
Clark pulled Eliza to her feet and marched her over to the lab table. He threw her onto the table and Leslie climbed up. Clark took his fingers and buried them into both of them.
"Good thing the cuffs work!" Leslie moaned. "So, wet I could get a short."
The super-fast fingering of both of their pussies caused them to see stars for the next couple of minutes. Leslie's nipples hardened even more. Clark latched his mouth around them and started sucking on them while fingering Leslie.
Eliza threw her head back and worked against his fingers with abandon. Her pussy juices lubricated the digits sliding into her. It was a very exciting encounter which she needed more of. Clark buried his digits into her and touched every inch of her body.
Both women came nice and fast. Clark pulled away from them, his cock still hard. His manhood lined up towards the pussy of the younger woman.
"As promised."
Leslie spread her legs and took Clark's huge cock without any problem. About seven of the first twelve inches rolled inside of her wet womanhood. Leslie spread her thighs and made a desperate attempt to angle for more. She needed more of this cock in the worst way.
Clark rolled his hands down her legs and pushed deep into her. He rose up and then drilled Leslie as hard as humanly possible. His thick balls kept dancing against her.
The progress had been watched by the third party. Leslie screamed at the top of her lungs which fueled Eliza's own lust. She stroked her pussy lips. The desire to be loved and to receive a huge cock into her burned prominently through the other woman.
"Shit!" Leslie howled when digging her nails into the back of Clark. "I love how there's a fucking man with a big fucking cock and he knows how to use it to really make his woman feel good! Oh, if the ladies knew what you had…they would never leave you the fuck alone!"
She saw stars the minute Clark plunged into her. Leslie rose up off of the table to receive more of Clark's thrusts. The inhibitor was tested one hundred percent of the way. Even more so, when Eliza climbed onto her face. The warm thighs of the delicious MILF brushed against Leslie's pretty face.
Eliza received a tongue buried deep inside of her. Leslie showed her experience of licking pussy. She had given pleasure to Eliza. The deeper the tongue went, the more pleasure cascaded through Eliza from head down to her toes.
"Oh," Clark said. "I wonder how many more times can you cum before you're done."
Leslie settled in for the long haul, clamping her wet walls around Clark and squeezing him. The meta-human milked the throbbing hard prick into her body. It was like being stuck by something pretty powerful constantly. She craved the seed inside of her.
"Show me that tongue is good for something else than tearing down the reputations of other people," Eliza managed.
The meta-human's beautiful face buried between the thighs of the delicious mother of three. Her beauty burned even more brightly the deeper and faster Leslie tongued her.
Clark looked up at Eliza's gorgeous face and the pleasure. His entire body shook and balls throbbed. Clark nearly came straight into Leslie right there. Things worked out so Clark could hold himself back and give the woman the orgasms she craved.
Perhaps she would have been a little less high strung had she received a huge cock in her more often, but that was beside the point. Leslie gripped him as hard as possible. Those throbbing hard balls teased her and prepared to seed her.
Clark gave another grunt and rolled down Leslie's milky firm thighs. He pushed his hardening rod inside of her wet pussy and grabbed onto her. He rolled his hips back and then drove deep inside of her. The two lovers smacked against each other hard, with Clark working himself inside of her.
"Getting close," Clark warned the lovely woman beneath him.
Leslie wanted his cum so she did not hesitate to wrap her walls around his hard prick and milk him. A few more pumps of Clark's cock inside of her let out the torrent of seed.
Clark slammed into Leslie's body and filled her up with his seed. She received more than she requested and more certainly more than she bargained for. Clark's throbbing balls injected their seed into Leslie's warm pussy. She held on and milked him something fierce all the way to the very last drop.
The Last Son of Krypton slid himself out of Leslie's warm pussy and left her hanging with drool coming out of the side of her mouth. Clark gave her a smile before moving over. Eliza crawled over on top of him and kissed him. The older woman wrapped her perfect legs around Clark.
"I've wanted to ride your big cock for a long time," Eliza said. "But, the time has never been right."
Eliza rubbed her pussy against her. The MILF rubbed her pussy against Clark's cock. Her wet pussy ground against him before shoving deep inside. Clark's hard cock entered Eliza's wet wonderland of a pussy. She might not have been as tight as some of the younger girls due to giving birth, but she still wrapped around Clark's big cock nicely.
Clark reared back and cupped Eliza's breasts. She kept herself in good shape at her advanced age, putting a lot of younger women to shame. Her stamina had been put to the test when rising and falling on Clark. Her wet thighs slapped against Clark's thighs. The deeper she rose, the faster she fell onto him.
"I needed this cock, so bad."
He reached around and felt up her body. This action encouraged Eliza to mount Clark and ride him like the stallion he was. She took a huge amount of his cock deep inside of her body.
"I love it," Eliza said. "We should do this more often."
The older woman let out a naughty giggle. Given he was Kara's cousin, Clark was practically family. Therefore, she intended to make him feel good, even during these darkest days. Eliza stretched her pussy down around him.
"Oh, you're amazing, Eliza," Clark said.
"I know, baby," Eliza said. "Oh, it's been too long, since a man has made me feel this good."
Years of pent up sexual frustration built in Eliza. Livewire laid on the table, leaving Eliza to get some one on one time with this young stud. She enjoyed the cock going deep inside. The pinnacle of manhood stretched Eliza out. Her wet thighs smacked against Clark's while driving down.
This MILF rode him like there was no tomorrow. Clark cupped her firm ass.
"Those Yoga classes really do come in handy," Eliza breathed in his ear. "Oh, Kal-El, you're making me really cum."
She came more than ever before. Juices coated Clark from the tip all the way down to the base of his cock. She rose and fell onto him numerous times, and brought her warm pussy down. Eliza threw herself back and went up and down on his cock. The rising and falling of her actions made Clark groan.
"Are you feeling good, baby?" Eliza asked. "Because, I know am I."
Clark buried himself deep inside of Eliza. He explored her warm pussy going deeper and harder inside of the woman. She kept up with him, kept riding him. His balls started to throb and Eliza was there pretty much every step of the way. She took a lot of his cock inside of her warm body.
Everything was going to an end. In her own way, Eliza Danvers was a Superwoman and she dropped down onto him. She looked up at Clark, her beautiful blue eyes meeting his.
"Closer," Clark groaned. "You're amazing, Eliza."
"You are too," Eliza said. "Thank you."
She moaned with Clark's face worshipping her chest while working inside of her body. Her pussy clamped down for Clark's hard cock to push inside of her.
The two came together. Eliza threw her head back and saw stars. She went down swinging as Clark's warm seed pushed into her body.
Clark indulged himself in the beautiful mother riding his cock. Her thighs kept smacking against him when falling and descending at a more rapid fire rate. He groaned and filled her up utterly with his cum.
Eliza pulled off of Clark and got on her hands and knees, before collapsing on the table. Clark rolled her over and scooped her up.
"My office has a couch," Eliza whispered.
"Drop her off and bring that cock back here," Livewire said. "I've recharged."
The pun caused both other parties to roll their eyes and Leslie Willis admitted it wasn't really the best.
Clark heard a couple of familiar heartbeats at the end of the hallway and smiled knowingly. He scooped up Eliza in his arms and gave her another kiss. It sparked a brand new fire in the older woman and she was ready for more.
Alex and Kara stood at the end of the hallway with their jaws dropped. There were some things daughters should never see and most certainly be aroused by.