AN: Trying to de-stress before finals, and I thought writing something a little different from my usual fare would be a good way to take my mind off things.

...But not TOO different. Because THAT would be crazy.

The denizens of Metropolis High School, having frequently found their school to be the point of origin for many of the meta-human-related shenanigans that troubled Metropolis as a whole over the school year, had long learned how to cope with the superhuman chicanery that so often found its way into their hallowed halls of learning. These occurrences were so commonplace, that for many, the wonderment they would normally inspire had long worn off. When conflict reared its head, the most common response from passersby was simply to step to one side and try to avoid making eye contact with whatever was crashing through the school grounds on that particular occasion. It was a survival instinct drilled so deeply into students and faculty alike, that unless one was being personally terrorized by that week's incident, most things, however unusual they might be, often flew right under the radar, failing to draw even a modicum of attention from a population which had been long inured to the fantastical.

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAARTH!"

This is why it came as a surprise to many, that the sight of a fresh-faced, brillo-haired young man desperately fleeing from an enraged, blonde bombshell, was apparently novel enough to be worth noticing. It was an event that would inspire many onlookers to partake in some serious introspection regarding the apparent displacement of their sense of wonder, and the steps they might take to once again recapture the amazement one might find even among the most mundane of things.

...but that would come later. For now, all eyes present were widening, focused on what seemed to be an exercise of astoundingly poor judgment on the boy's part, as he dashed straight into a large, conspicuous puddle of water that had been left sitting, unattended by even the most basic signage, in the middle of the hallway, presumably by a janitorial staff long left apathetic by the demands of a job rendered disproportionately intense due to constant supernatural happenstance. In a rational world (a concept which was admittedly considered to be both quaint, and old-fashioned in recent days), someone running heedlessly into a puddle of such size, and depth, would quickly find themselves slipping and crashing to the ground, doomed to suffer the pain and indignation of their terrible life choice. So it came as a surprise when the boy not only strode right through the puddle, as easily as if he'd been running along solid ground the whole time, but actually came out of it moving faster than he had been previously, almost as if the liquid had helpfully flung him along

The blonde was not so fortunate. Despite moving far quicker than her prey was capable of, with her shapely legs propelling her onward with such force that it seemed like the impact of each step was leaving cracks in the ground (obviously an optical illusion brought about by the poorly lit hall), her own attempt to navigate the puddle brought her to an abrupt stop., her movement fully arrested. She blinked in surprise, first testing one leg, then the other, finding both to be firmly entrenched in the liquid, as if held fast by a set of phantom limbs. Seemingly undeterred, the girl crouched down, squaring her feet, clearly intent on simply powering through whatever had entrenched her. But before she could—

"WoooAAAAHAHH!"

—there was a ripple of movement among the watery surface, and the girl was sent careening back the way she'd come. The gazelle had escaped the lion, for now.

As her cry of outrage faded into the distance, those present shrugged in collective amusement, applauded politely, and continued going about their business.

Another day in Metropolis High.

Garth ran.

It was a tricky thing, Atlanteans were more predisposed towards swimming more than anything, and Garth in particular was softer and squishier than his kind tended to be. Add in the fact that his pursuer was a Kryptonian of all things, and the deck felt fairly stacked against the poor lad. The puddle had been a lucky break, and his surprisingly effective use of it was borne more from desperation than any sort of creative designs. But he couldn't count on that working out a second time, especially now that Kara would be wise to such trickery. No, the smart thing would be to hang a right at this intersection, and make a beeline to the front—

WHAM!

"Oww," Garth groaned, suddenly finding himself laying flat on his back. His body was telling him that he'd slammed into a lamppost of some kind, but that was crazy. Who would install a lamp post in front of a school exit? It would be a fire hazard! And also completely unnecessary.

"Garth? Are you okay?"

"Definitely not a lamp post," The boy thought to himself as he became aware of the lovely set of legs that had appeared in his peripheral vision, as well as the literal helping hand that was being extended to him. Still dazed, he clumsily reached out, only needing three more tries than was strictly necessary to grasp the hand with his own. An instant later, he found himself being yanked into the air, and lightly placed upon his feet, as if he was weightless. It took another moment for Garth to find his footing, but he quickly found himself stable enough that he was able to look up...and up...and up, until finally, he found himself looking into the eyes of Metropolis High's resident good Samaritan.

"Thanks, Diana," He said, chuckling nervously. "Guess I didn't see you there."

"I probably should not have been standing here in the middle of the hall," the amazon conceded. "But as I was making my way to practice, I was suddenly struck by the thought that—"

"GAAAAAAAARTH!"

"Y-yeah, that's great," The lad of aqua agreed hurriedly, as he quickly stepped around the taller, and more importantly sturdier girl, and attempted to hunker down behind her with as much nonchalance as he could muster. "It sounds important. Maybe you should keep on standing there for...at least a little longer?"

"Why is it that you seem distressed?" The princess queried, cocking her head to one side. "And is that...Kara? Why does she shout your name with such exuberance?"

"Yeeeeeah, about that…" Garth muttered, trying to scrunch down just a little farther. "See, it all started at lunch…"

"Hurry up, Bernstein! We don't have all day!"

Garth winced as several pairs of eyes now trained their full attention on him. There were a lot of people, perhaps even a hypothetical version of himself, who would be happy to find themselves with the largely undivided attention of a group of girls, particularly a group as lovely as the one he currently found himself sitting with. However, it was the framing of that attention, from which he took issue (and no small amount of distress).

"W-well," He stammered, "That's kind of a complex issue, isn't it? I mean, it's not the kind of thing you can just...answer off the top of your head, right?"

"No, it's not." Growled Zee Zatara, scowling at the reluctant Atlantean. "This isn't exactly rocket science. I asked you who's hotter. Me—"

She gestured to herself, with a dramatic flourish

"...or Diana." A similar, but far less enthusiastic gesture was directed at the nonplussed Amazon sitting to her left.

"I would like it to be known that I do not find value in this particular...competition, such as it is," Diana deadpanned, directing a sideways glance at her much more enthusiastic friend. "If anything, it seems to me that—"

"Garth," Diana interjected, craning her head to better see the smallish young man, who was still in the process of attempting to appear even smaller. "I apologize for interrupting your tale, but...why are you telling me this part? I was clearly there."

"...Riiiiight," He conceded, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "I'll skip ahead a bit then."

"So yes, it is important, Diana!" Zee declared, pointing toward the heavens. "My honor has been impugned, and I will have restitution!"

The silence emanating from the remainder of the table was palpable.

"...Very well," said the amazon, at last, nodding her head slowly in agreement. "I suppose that if this is a matter of honor, I have no choice. But...why are we involving Garth in this?"

"Because he's literally the only thing with a Y-chromosome in the area," Zee replied, flatly, gesturing around them. And she was right, as his fellows had wisely fled at the first sign of conflict, leaving Garth alone with the six members of the Super Hero Girls. The remainder of whom seemed entirely too amused by the situation for their own good. Well…aside from the one exception to that number.

Garth covertly glanced to an adjoining table, of which Kara Danvers was the sole occupant. Presumably to avoid having to get involved in this latest kerfuffle, if the headphones covering her ears, and her ardent refusal to look their way was any indication. For which, Garth was extremely glad. This was awkward enough without Kara being involved. If she had been...well, he'd rather not think about it. It was, after all, better to count one's blessings.

"Look, Zee," He began. He was trying to exude confidence, a virtue his mentor was forever trying to instill in his protege, but the quavering in his voice swiftly dashed any hope of that coming across. Nevertheless, he pushed on. "It really isn't that easy to just...declare something like that. I mean, everyone at this table has objectively attractive qualities."

He pointed to the only member of the group smaller in stature than himself.

"For example, Karen's crazy smart and cute as a button," He said, prompting the girl to murmur something that vaguely sounded like "thanks" as she retreated into her voluminous sweater.

"Barbara's as cute as...a different kind of button." He continued. "One you might find buried at the bottom of a bucket of burritos. And possibly under a large pile of sugar that probably shouldn't have been there."

"Aw. Fanks, Farf," The redhead mumbled around a mouthful of beans, cheese, and assorted meats.

"Jessica's incredibly passionate about her beliefs…" He trailed off, waiting just long enough to receive a nod of approval from the brunette, "And you, Zee—"

"Has just about figured out how to say 'Tell the truth' backwards," The magician interjected, with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

Silence fell upon the table.

"...You're gonna add 'Garth' to that, right?" Asked Babs.

There was no need. The threat had been received, loud and clear.

"It's Diana," Garth said, quickly. "It was always going to be Diana." He thought he detected a flicker of movement on the edge of his vision, but after a quick glance that way, he only saw Kara, still thoroughly disengaged from the conversation.

"Huzzah!" Diana cheered, punctuating the cry with a quick fist pump, before turning to Zee. "This means I win, correct?"

"Technically," The purple-haired girl muttered, crossing her arms in irritation. "There's no rule against having bad opinions. Even though there should be!"

"So...are we done then?" Garth asked, glancing around hurriedly. There was...something in the air. He couldn't quite put his finger on what exactly, but every instinct he had was screaming at him that leaving, right now, would be a very, very good idea.

"At least explain why," Zee demanded.

Garth began counting on his fingers. "She's tall, she's nice, and she can bend steel beams into balloon animals. What's not to like?"

The expression on Zee's face said, quite plainly, that she'd love nothing more than to explain just that. But as Garth preemptively began flinching away from the forthcoming tongue-lashing—

SMASH

A sudden shower of splintered table fragments, stopped the conversation cold. And as one, Garth and the girls turned to the source of the unexpected rainfall.

"ARE...YOU...KIDDING ME!?" Kara roared in his direction, suddenly very much engaged in their conversation. And it occurred to Garth that headphones, no matter how great their noise canceling capacities might be, probably didn't end up doing a whole lot when the user also had super hearing.

"Again, I was there for all this," Said Diana. "But I do not believe I got the chance to thank you for the compliments. So, thank you, Garth."

"No problem," He replied, shrugging. "I meant it."

"But...lunch was hours ago." The undertone of quiet awe in Diana's voice spoke volumes. "Have you truly been evading Kara this entire time?"

"It's not as impressive as it sounds," Said Garth, chuckling self-deprecatingly. "We've spent most of that time in class, where she can't get me. And out here in the halls it's too public for her to go all out, so that helps even the playing field a smidge."

"But...classes are over now." Diana gestured towards the exit, which was so tantalizingly close. "Is that why you have chosen to make your stand here? You are worried that if you leave the premises, Kara will no longer need to hold back, and will simply...uh, what is the expression? Pick you up?"

"T-that...actually means something totally different from what you're thinking of," Garth replied, his face reddening several shades. "But mostly I was hoping I'd be able to shake her here and sneak back home."

"And if you are unable to do so?"

"AH HA!"

Garth winced at the triumphant cry that resounded from far, far too close to his location. Quickly poking his head out and peering around Diana's shapely hips, he caught sight of Kara standing just down the hallway from them, looking straight at him with a wide smile on her face.

It wasn't a nice smile.

"Apparently we're going to find out," He muttered.

In truth, what happened next probably only took a few seconds to play out in its entirety, but from Garth's perspective, time slowed down dramatically, allowing him to see each part play out in excruciating detail.

First, he ducked back behind Diana, reasoning that the amazon princess was, quite possibly the only thing in the school (if not all of Metropolis), that might be able to dampen a blow from an angry Kryptonian. In the fraction of time it took for him to change position, Kara seemingly teleported down the hall, appearing only a short distance away from the Atlantean and his unsuspecting barricade. And before Garth could even think about crying out in alarm, she leaped, clearly intending to pounce on her prey.

Garth's plan, underhanded and half-baked as it was, was hoping he could dupe the blonde into tackling Diana, who was far better equipped to handle such an assault. And then, while the girls were tangled up in each other he could make a hasty exit, possibly aided by Diana's do-gooder sensibilities preventing her from letting Kara leave while she so clearly had violence on the brain. And seeing Kara spring their way, with Diana clearly planted between them, he allowed himself to hope that his scheme might actually pan out.

Unfortunately, what he hadn't counted on was that for someone who could fly , airborne momentum was far less of a concern. As Kara closed the distance, her body arched around Garth's human shield, and reoriented herself to be pointed directly at Garth. And then, with a cry of triumph, Kara launched herself forward, like a gorgeous, blonde missile.

In a rational world (albeit, one where teenagers could nonchalantly flip the bird to gravity whenever they wished), Kara would have had him dead to rights. But nobody, least of all Garth himself, could have counted on his own physical ineptitude snatching victory from the jaws of defeat.

Seeing what would very well be his literal death descending upon up, Garth attempted to fall back on his old standby strategy of simply fleeing. Unfortunately, terror-stricken as he was, his brain couldn't quite communicate those instructions to the rest of his body, and instead of leaping to his feet as he'd intended, his arms and legs ended up splaying out in various directions—

WHAM

—causing him to completely lose his footing, ending up with a face-full of floor. This, however, was fortuitous, as his incomprehensible failure to use basic motor skills had the added effect of removing the boy from the area that his collective mass had just been occupying. Which also just happened to be the space that Kara had launched herself at. And with no Garth to cushion her landing, the Kryptonian plowed right through the now Garthless patch of air—

KATHONG

—and face first into the row of lockers lining the hallway.

As the brain fog brought on by his mild head injury cleared, and Garth realized he was still on the floor (in pain, but with all his limbs still attached), the boy cautiously raised his head and found himself greeted by the sight of Kara, fused to a locker via a dent roughly the size of her head, and furiously trying to extract herself while a befuddled Diana looked on.

Determined not to waste this windfall, Garth properly climbed to his feet, and dashed off, throwing a quick "ThanksforthetalkDianaBYE!" over his shoulder as he ran as far, and as fast as his stubby legs would take him.

Several hours later, Garth collapsed atop his bed, gasping in lungfuls of air as he did his best impression of a dying fish (a comparison that the Atlantean would likely have found to be in poor taste, were he in a more coherent state of mind. He'd made an effort to take the most circuitous route possible, in the process subjecting his poor body to more exercise in that one, fairly short span of time, than he'd experienced in months. But through the entirety of the journey, he'd caught neither hide nor golden blonde hair of Kara. He was daring to hope that he might finally be out of the woods.

"Garth? Honey? Is that you?"

There was a momentary flash of panic as his body reacted to the sound of his name being shouted out, but it passed quickly he recognized the sound of his mother's voice.

"Y-yeah, mom," He called back, trying to keep his voice level. "Got home a little later than I planned, sorry. School stuff came up."

"Oh, that's fine. I just wanted you to know that I'd be heading out for just a bit. I need to pick up a few more things for dinner."

"That's fine, mom." He replied, sinking a little deeper into his mattress. "If you don't mind waiting a bit, I could probably do it for you."

"Oh, that's fine, sweetie—"

And with that, Garth allowed himself a long-held sigh of relief.

"—you just have fun with your friend! See you in a bit!"

And with that, Garth's brain hastily rebooted. Straining his already exhausted muscles, he pushed himself up and turned himself towards his bedroom door—

CRASH

—just in time to see it blown right off its hinges, followed closely by Kara.

In, what was honestly an impressive display of athleticism, the Kryptonian girl, without losing an ounce of momentum, leaped through the now empty doorway, grabbed the now airborne door mid-flight, and slammed it back into place, seemingly without damaging it at any point in the proceedings. Garth felt a powerful urge to applaud politely, and perhaps hold up a card with a large number on it, but somewhere in the fractions of seconds that followed, the boy found himself high in the air, held firmly in place by one well-muscled arm.

"H-hello, Kara", he gasped weakly, meeting the gaze of the very irate woman attached to that arm.

"What is WRONG WITH YOU?" The blonde yelled, visibly seething as she gave the airborne boy a good shake.

"Probably a lot of things?" He squeaked. "But maybe you could be a little more—WOAH!"

In hindsight, the attempt at levity, made at this stage in the proceedings, was pretty obviously a bad idea. But in Garth's defense, his brain was currently suffering from a severe lack of oxygen, and there was a fairly solid argument to be made that his judgment was being impaired. Still, even in that state, it came as little surprise when he was yanked out of the air, and found himself swiftly plummeting groundward. However, before he had a chance to make peace with his fate, his movement suddenly...stopped. The next thing Garth knew he was sitting upright on his bed, and mostly unharmed. He would have tentatively added "safe" as well, but it was pretty hard to ignore the angry Kryptonian at his bedside.

"Look at me!" Kara shouted, throwing her arms wide, and gesturing at herself. "Look at all this! Seriously, what the heck, Garth!?" And with little else to do, Garth looked.

In truth, this wasn't the first time Garth had looked. In fact, he had never stopped looking, not since that fateful day when he'd dragged her into his club room in a moment of mutual need, and deep down, he'd always felt bad about it. Kara was his friend, she was deserving of more respect than being mere eye candy, but, as much as he tried to force himself to do otherwise, it was hard not to look at Kara Danvers.

"Stunning," seemed like a woeful understatement. The girl was breathtaking to the extent that the human eye was naturally drawn to her the way a moth was to a flame. It wasn't even just her physical appearance (though that certainly played a factor), Kara simply exuded a sort of...air. One that was hard to describe, a mixture of confidence and general exuberance that made it impossible to not want to be around her. To be with her. Not that Garth was any illusions on that front. When the two of them hung out together, it must have looked like they were from two different species (which wasn't helped by the fact that they were literally from different worlds). Still, Garth treasured his friendship with Kara, and—wait, how long had he been ruminating on this? And why were her lips moving?

"And as for Diana! HA!" Kara groused, as Garth's brain worked overtime, desperately trying to catch up with the conversation. "You think she's tough? Hello? Have you seen me? Just look at my abs!"

Before Garth could respond, Kara yanked up the front of her shirt—and the world went black. When later reflecting on what had transpired that night, Garth could only conclude that he had been struck blind by the sheer glory of what his eyes had beheld.

Fortunately, the malady was short-lived, and Garth's sight returned just as Kara allowed her shirt to return to its resting position.

"And I know Diana's got none of this!" She girl declared, giving her shapely rear a swat. "Or these!"

Garth's eyes widened in surprise as Kara grabbed one of her ample breasts with each hand, and shoved them together, producing an absolutely eye-popping level of cleavage as her already tight top strained against the combined load. A momentary flash of panic overtook him but soon subsided, as he realized his eyesight had remained intact this time. Though he still had a powerful urge to cover up his nose for some reason.

"So! I-I mean…" Kara breathed an exhausted sigh, her whole body sagging forward as if finally relieved of some unseen burden. "What's wrong with...me?"

It was…a strange question. One whose answer seemed to be self-evident. There was nothing wrong with Kara Danvers. The girl was a friggin unicorn, a melting pot of so many beautiful and wonderful qualities, that it honestly felt like someone involved in the process of creating her had cheated. Flagrantly, and shamelessly. But surely Kara wasn't seriously asking him to point that out, right?

"I-I don't think I follow," he said.

"I'm trying to find out what it is you don't like about me," Kara elaborated

"Literally nothing."

"Then why don't you think I'm hot!" Kara shouted, angrily stamping her foot. Fortunately, she apparently got ahold of herself at the last second, and instead of punching a hole in his bedroom floor, she merely rattled the room with a gentle tremor.

"But...I do?" Garth answered, and immediately he regretted being so candid about his feelings. He needed to do some damage control, stat. "I mean, you're gorgeous."

Were he not paralyzed with anxiety, this would have been the point where Garth cried out in frustration. That , was the exact opposite of damage control! He'd seen Kara slap guys silly for saying far more innocent things.

And yet, to his surprise, the blonde did not leap onto the bed and begin removing his teeth via surgically applied face pummellings. Instead, she simply cast her eyes downward one hand absentmindedly playing with her leather jacket.

"T-then," She mumbled, suddenly surprisingly subdued. "Then how come you were so ready to gush about the other girls, but you couldn't say a single thing about..me?"

Uncertain how to process this turn of events, Garth reached out and patted the space next to him. It was not a rational decision, and if he'd been of sound mind, he would have never even considered beckoning Kara in any capacity, no matter how innocently intended. And yet, to his amazement, the girl silently plodded over and plopped down next to him, still not making eye contact. It was at this point that Garth seriously considered the possibility that he might have unknowingly been transported to one of those weird alternate earths. Like Bizzaro Earth, or maybe even the one where Power Girl had come from.

"Kara," He began, not quite being able to muster the courage to look her full on, "Obviously you're...I mean, does it even need to be said? You're amazing in every conceivable way. Plus a few that can probably only be perceived by dolphins."

"Dolphins?" Now she was looking his way. Admittedly, it was in confusion, but that was a step in the right direction.

"They're really smart," He explained. "You know how they say tuna is good for your brain? Well, dolphins eat a ton of it, and...I'm getting sidetracked."

"Just a smidge," The blonde agreed, her lips curling up in a small smile.

"It was like watching the sun coming out."

Those were the words that immediately popped into his head, but fortunately, Garth had enough sense to stomp them down.

"I don't know why you even think this needs to be said, Kara," Was instead what came out of his mouth, which he deemed was far more palatable under the situation. "But you're amazing."

"Y-yeah?" She asked.

"Obviously." Garth gestured at the blonde, mirroring her earlier actions, but taking great pains to avoid the...uh, trouble zones, which might have clouded his intentions.

"All of this is...I mean, obviously yes," He continued, trying to wrangle some control over the word salad that threatened to spew from his mouth. "But on top of that, you're Supergirl." Fortunately, he had the good sense to dramatically lower his voice on the last part.

"You're one of the most powerful people on the planet! You fight bad guys, like, every day! And real villains too! Heck, you…" He scratched the back of his head nervously. "You save me, personally, like...all the time. And somehow, in spite of all that, in spite of everything you've got going for you, you're one of my best friends. Maybe...maybe my best friend, full stop. So...yeah. Believe me when I say there's absolutely nothing wrong with you."

That was considerably more than he'd been planning on saying, but once he'd started, he couldn't bring himself to stop. Had he dumped his feelings out there in the open for literally anybody else, he was pretty sure he'd already been one foot out the door, mortified beyond belief. But somehow, here, with her, he didn't feel that.

A sideways glance Kara's way revealed that the girl's cheeks had taken on a faint pink tinge. A far more pleasant shade than she'd displayed earlier when she'd been chasing him through school. So...that was a good sign, right?

"The one thing I can't figure out," He continued, "Is...why do you even care what I think?"

She didn't respond immediately. And as the seconds dragged on, Garth began to suspect that maybe he'd said too much. But just as he was preparing to abort the conversation entirely, allowing Kara to make as graceful an exit as was still possible under the circumstances, she spoke.

"Don't sell yourself short, Garth."

That got his attention. Cautiously, Garth turned his head and found himself looking right at Kara. She was fidgeting, clearly just as divorced from her comfort zone as he was, but she didn't look away. And though his head cried out for him to do otherwise, he responded in kind.

"This isn't a one-way friendship, Garth," said Kara. "Nobody's forcing me to be your friend. I hang out with you because...I like it."

"Y-yeah?"

"Damn right." Kara's head began to waver, but she held fast, her eyes locked on his. And in turn, holding his in them. It was becoming more difficult even to fathom the thought of looking away.

"When I save you...it's not because I'm Supergirl. It's because you're in trouble. And if anything happened to you...well, I don't know what I'd do."

"Even though it's mostly from dumb stuff?"

"Especially from the dumb stuff!" Even Kara looked slightly taken aback by how forceful that had come out. "I mean, it's one thing if I lost my best friend to Starro, or Zod or something. But...to a mailbox? Or a friggin escalator? I'd never be able to live with myself!"

Garth winced. "I wake up every day hoping that with all the real superheroing you have to do on a daily basis, you'll have finally forgotten about that stuff. Prayed for it, even."

"Well I can't!" Kara scoffed. It might have been his mind playing tricks on him, but Garth could swear that there was less distance between them now. In the literal sense of there now being less bed between them, not in the metaphorical sense of them airing this stuff out in the open, obviously.

"That stuff's important! I mean, some people might not think it's worth remembering an adventure that ends with me tearing you out of a Port-a-Pooper you'd somehow gotten yourself stuck in. Or one that ends with me rescuing you from a shower you'd...also...gotten yourself stuck in…"

"Really making my case for me!" Garth groaned softly. "That wasn't even two different 'adventures'! It was the same one!"

"The point is those are our memories! They matter to me! They…" Kara's features softened. She seemed so close now. They were practically touching. "You...matter...to...me…"

He couldn't say what precisely had happened next. Presumably one of them had moved, there was no way to explain what had happened otherwise, but for the life of him, Garth couldn't say for certain who was the instigator. One second they'd both been sitting there, tantalizingly close to one another, and at the next...they were touching. Their lips making the most tenuous contact imaginable. Through the haze that had accompanied the moment, Garth could clearly remember it feeling strangely innocent, the two of them sitting together, tethered more by emotional resonance than anything else. What he could say, with a fair amount of certainty, was that particular moment was incredibly short-lived. It had, perhaps, lasted for a matter of moments. Possibly even heartbeats.

The next thing Garth knew, his back was crying out in pain as it was smashed against his headboard. But he was far too preoccupied to complain, simultaneously dealing with the twin sensations of Kara's Kryptonian tongue wrestling his own for dominance, while his hands grappled with the magnificent bosom that was firmly planting him in place. As the seconds dragged on, Garth's lungs cried out in agony, begging him to fill them with the precious oxygen they were being deprived of, but every time he came close to mustering anything close to the amount of willpower that would be necessary to follow through with that request, there would be a moan or a giggle. A straying hand, or a shudder of delight, and every time Garth found himself convinced he could hold on for just a bit longer.

Finally, in a small gesture of mercy, it was Kara who released him . Which a rational Garth may have realized was the only possible way he could have freed himself of the super-powered teenager. Still, while his lungs cried out joyously at the sudden influx of life-saving oxygen, it was with mixed feelings that Garth found himself looking up at Kara, her chest rising and falling in a manner similar to, but far more interesting to his own. He feared that they might be done, that the girl would literally take flight, perhaps never to be seen again, but his fears were swiftly allayed as she began to lower her face to his own, her sweet-tasting lips quirking upward in a mischievous smile.

"So...for the record," She said softly, halting her descent tantalizingly close, but still entirely too far away for his tastes. "This means I beat Diana, right?"

The answer seemed obvious.

"D-Diana...who?" He wheezed.

"That's what I thought!" Kara cackled, before pouncing on her prey once more.