Chapter Eleven

"Irresistible Impulses"

The Watchtower

As Clark made his way down the main hallway, he could hear the buzz from all over the station about Kara screaming and passing out. Wild speculation about the cause had already started. Theories seem to run the gambit from the stupid, she saw a mouse, to the disturbing, and she had some sort of alien psychotic breakdown.

For his part, Clark wasn't saying anything. He wanted to speak with her but from listening to her conversation with Jonn, he knew he should probably give her some time, a lot of time. There was also the fact that it gave him the willies a little to know she'd seen him naked with Karen. He felt kind of violated and absently pulled is cape around him to cover up just a bit more.

The first thing he wanted to do was try and contain who knew about him seeing Karen, that meant finding and talking to Wally. As he made his way through the hallways, he returned the greetings and questions about Kara as politely as he could, without giving any more information. It took a moment, but he finally located Wally in the training room. Entering his command code, Clark moved inside just as Wally was finishing up another simulation.

As always Wally's speed fascinated Clark. Very few people could move faster than Clark could when the need arise, but Wally certainly fell into that category. Clark could push him in a race more than just about anyone, but when it came right down to it, Wally was the World's Fastest Man. There was admiration in Clark's eyes as he watched his friend, loving how Wally seemed to revel in the sheer joy of speed. It was a secret love they both shared.

Wally saw Clark out of the corner of his eye and quickly finished off the last obstacles. He switched off the stimulator and came over to him.

"Quite a workout, Wally," Clark said.

"Oh, I was just working off some, ah, well, tension," Wally replied. "I guess you've found your own way, haven't you, Big Blue?"

There was a huge grin on Wally's face.

"About that," Clark started.

"You dog!" Wally laughed. "You come off as this quiet country bumpkin, but you scored like the hottest chick around! I mean Power Girl, wow! She's like, well, you know, hot, hot, Hot! Chicks must dig that quiet shy act! Way to go, Big Blue!"

"Thanks, I think," replied Clark.

"If that sheet she almost had on was any thinner! Man, she is built!"

"Really, not going there, Wally," Clark interrupted. "I just wanted to thank you for not saying anything."

"It was hard, not saying anything I mean," Wally replied. "Well, that wasn't the only thing…"

"Got it, Wally, Karen's a very attractive woman," Clark spoke up, cutting him off again. "Look, I just wanted to say thank you for being my friend and promising not to tell anyone. I really, really appreciate it, Wally."

Wally was touched by Clark's words and offered his hand. Clark took it.

"Sure thing, Big Guy, what are friends for. You can always count on me," Wally honestly said.

"Thanks, I knew you'd understand. Oh, by the way, I was just hoping you might keep it a secret a little while longer, please?"

The smile slipped a little on Wally's face.

"Continue to keep it a secret," he asked.

"Yeah, just for awhile," replied Clark. "You'd be doing me a big favor, Wally."

"I guess I could try," Wally admitted.

"Thanks, Wally, I knew I could count on you as a friend." Clark smiled at him and then shook his hand before heading out. Wally brightened at the trust Clark showed in him.

"You know me, buddy, once I set my mind to something, consider it done! I can keep a secret with the best of them. I'm locking it away!" Wally pantomimed turning a key to his lips and throwing it away. "Don't worry about a thing, big guy!"

"Thanks, Wally."

Clark exited the room and Wally had a smile on his face. As soon as the door closed, the smile vanished and he put his hand to his head.

"That was a mistake," Wally said to himself.

Clark's Watchtower room

Clark opened the door and stepped inside. Karen was standing in front of the mirror. She had changed out of her uniform and into her street clothes. He just stood there for a moment, watching her adjust her jacket and check her makeup and hair. She could see him looking at her in the mirror and smiled. A small thrill went through both of them at being in the same room. God, she is sexy, Clark thought. Just watching her do the most ordinary things seemed so sensual to him.

"How's Kara," Karen asked.

"Better, she headed back to the apartment."

"Did she say anything? Should I try talking got her?"

"Ah, no, I don't think that's such a good idea," Clark replied. "She said quite a few things to Jonn, but no one else."

"So is she still upset," Karen asked, turning to look at him.

"Yeah."

"She doesn't like me, does she?"

"Not really," Clark offered. "I'm sure it's just that she doesn't know you that well, and once she did…"

Karen waved him to stop.

"It's okay, Clark, really. To tell you the truth, I never really liked her that much, either. I know she's your cousin and all, it's just one of those things. It's okay, I'm not dating her, I'm dating you," Karen said, putting her arms around him.

"I wanted to talk to her, but she was so upset, I figured I'd give her some time," He said. He held Karen close, again taken by how breathtakingly beautiful she was.

"So now she knows, Jonn knows and Wally knows?"

"Yes, though Jonn's discreet and Kara just wants to wipe it from her memory. I talked to Wally, he promised to keep the secret."

"I wouldn't count on that, if I were you," she replied.

"Wally's a good guy, he'll give it his best try. Now how are you doing," he asked.

"I've had better days," she admitted. "The hysterical screaming and fainting I wasn't planning on. Plus giving Wally a free show is never something I want."

"He was quite impressed. I believe Wow and Hot were mentioned several times," Clark teasingly replied.

"Great, so he's going to be looking at me with that leering grin?"

"He's not the only one," Clark offered. "You are kind of spectacular, you know?'

"Well, I don't mind a leering grin from you, Clark," she teased, pulling him closer.

"Now if we can just keep it a secret a little longer."

"I'm not ashamed of being with you, Clark," she said. "Why are you so concerned about everyone finding out?"

"I guess for once in my life I'm feeling greedy," he admitted. "I like having you just to myself, without everyone knowing and asking questions."

"You do, do you," Karen smiled.

"I'd be happy to prove it to you," Clark teased, pulling her closer. He lightly kissed her lips, letting his hand stroke slowly down her back.

"That's the way we got into this trouble earlier," she whispered, his touch already stoking the flames inside of her.

"Kara's gone. I'm willing to risk it," he murmured, kissing along her neck towards her ear.

"I-I have-have to get back-back to work-work," she barely managed to say, as her excitement grew.

"Stay, just a little longer," he whispered in her ear, before kissing it and then moving along her jaw line to her full lips.

"Whatever would we do if I stay?" She sensually teased, her hands already pulling off his cape.

"I'm sure we can think of something."

Metropolis

Several hours had passed, when a call came in of a bank robbery. Clark left the station and headed straight for the area. He landed in the central park across the street to the bank. Green robot army men lay torn to pieces all over the area. Clark was just about to head towards the bank, when he heard shouting.

"Help! Help me, please! She's crazy! Help!'

It was a familiar voice and as Clark turned he saw Toyman come running across the park straight for him. Clark groaned, somehow knowing this was going to be trouble.

"Oh, thank God, Superman! Arrest me! Anything! Just keep that crazy chick away from me!"

Before Clark could reply, Kara appeared above them. Her fists were clinched and she looked very, very angry. A sigh slipped from Clark's lips, as he knew this couldn't be good.

"I'm not through with you yet," Kara shouted and headed straight for Toyman. He gave a high girly scream and raced over and hid behind Superman. Kara landed right in front of Clark.

"Get out of the way, Superman! That's foul mouthed puppet deserves to be taught a lesson!"

"Hold it, hold it, what's going on here," Clark said, trying to stay between Kara and Toyman.

"She wants to kill me! Blondie's psycho or it's that time of the month, I don't know," Toyman said, staying behind Clark.

"Oh, God," Clark groaned, seeing Kara's eyes begin to glow at Toyman's comments.

"When I get my hands on you!" Kara screamed in anger. "I'm going to kill you!"

"We don't kill people, remember, Supergirl?"

"There's an exception to every rule," she fired back, her eyes glowing brighter as she glared at Toyman.

"Blondie's bonkers, I tell you! Save me, Superman, put me in jail, just keep her away from me!"

"Why don't we all calm down," Clark suggested, keeping an eye on Kara. She was trying to move around him to get at Toyman. "Why don't you tell me what this is all about?"

"He tried robbing a bank," Kara shouted.

"That's what I do, honey," he replied. "Toyman, criminal mastermind, super villain!"

"I stopped him and the little pervert tried looking up my skirt!"

"I'm short, it was an accident!" Toyman tried to justify. "Besides, you got a great little ass, Blondie, so it was sort of a compliment if you think about it."

"The dirty little puppet dies!"

Kara made a lunge for him, but Clark caught her. Toyman screamed and cowered behind Clark. Kara finally pulled away from Clark, but she was not happy.

"If you thought I was mad at you earlier, you have no idea, Superman," she spat out at him. She was practically trembling, she was so angry

"Watch out for her, Big Guy," Toyman offered. "Blondie's like a kitten with a whip!"

Kara's eyes glowed brighter. Clark shook his head and looked back at Toyman.

"Do you have a death wish, Toyman? Are you going to piss off everyone woman in the League?"

"Those hero broads are just so touchy, Superman. I mean you never got pissed at me like that and I've tried to kill you!'

"Did he just call me a broad? And stop calling me Blondie!" Kara shouted. She started to take a step towards him, but Clark managed to stay between them.

"Must be the hormones or something, Superman," Toyman whispered. "It makes the young ones loco, you know what I mean?"

Holding Kara off, Clark looked at Toyman.

"You realize she's my cousin you're talking about, don't you?"

"Hurrah! He remembers I'm his cousin," Kara sarcastically said. "It only took all night to remember it!"

Toyman looked back and forth between them, a little stunned by this.

"How did I miss that? Kind of stepped in it this time, didn't I? I should have known, everyone of those super chicks that hangs out with you is so touchy."

"Please, let me kill him or at least kick him a few times," said Kara, trying to get out of Clark's hold. The sound of sirens thankfully greeted Clark's ears. The police showed up and Toyman practically ran to them.

"Arrest me! I tried robbing the bank, just arrest me now," he shouted. The police put the cuffs on him and loaded him into the back of the squad car.

Keeping hold of Kara, Clark waited until they left before letting her go. All her anger turned towards Clark now.

"Why did you stop me? You heard what that little bastard said!"

"Kara, I know you're upset, but killing Toyman isn't going to help," Clark calmly said. "Why don't we just talk about it, please?"

"If he'd said those things to Power Girl, you'd have a different attitude," she fired back at him.

"Oh, boy," Clark groaned. "Look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you and you had to find out that way, but now that you know, why don't we discuss it?"

"I don't want to talk about it, Clark! I'm even madder at you now! I don't want to talk to you, ever! Sleep on the couch," Kara shouted and then took off flying towards the apartment. Clark watched her disappear, feeling a headache starting just over his eyebrows.

"That could have gone better," he muttered to himself.

The Watchtower

Wally sat in the cafeteria having a snack, proud of himself. He'd kept Clark and Karen's secret for most of the night. It had been difficult, but he'd managed to watch his tongue. I made a promise to Big Blue and I'm going to keep it, he thought. Just as he was feeling really good about it, Shayera, Zatanna, Dinah and Mari walked in. They were all talking and when they saw Wally they came over to the table.

"Hey, Wally, some night huh,' Shayera said.

"Yeah, some-some night," Wally nervously replied, trying to concentrate on his food. Zatanna snagged some coffee for everyone and they all sat down.

"So no one knows what set Kara off," Dinah asked. Wally nearly coughed on his food, but avoided eye contact.

"Jonn knows, but he's not saying anything," Mari replied.

"You might as well forget getting anything out of him," Zee observed.

"You hear any gossip, Wally," Shayera asked.

"Wh-What? Gossip? No, no, nothing, not a word, nothing," Wally stammered to say. The four women looked at him for a moment before continuing their conversation.

"I wonder what set her off?"

"Yeah, I know she's a teenager, but to scream and faint?"

"Maybe she's growing too fast,' Mari offered. The looks from the others were rather dismissive.

"Wait a second," Shayera said, turning towards Wally. "You were the first one there, weren't you?"

"Me? There? Was I?"

"Yeah, I remember that," Zatanna chimed in. "You were standing talking to Clark when the rest of us arrived."

"So did you see anything, Wally," Dinah asked.

"Wh-What could I have seen?" He nervously answered. Sweat started to bead on Wally's forehead. In his mind he was repeating over and over, I made a promise.

"You did see something, didn't you," Shayera smiled. "Come on, Wally, you know you're dying to tell us."

"You know I think I left the iron on in my room," Wally said, starting to get up. Shayera and Zatanna reached over and grabbed him.

"You're not getting away that easily," Zee said. "Spill it, Wally. You know we're going to get it out of you sooner or later."

"There-There's nothing to tell," he offered.

"Oh, come on, Wally," Dinah chimed in. "It has to be just eating you up inside. I can see the sweat rolling down your face. It's almost too irresistible isn't it? How long can you hold out? Another minute, an hour?"

"You know you want to tell us, Wally," Shayera whispered in his ear. "We won't say you said anything, promise."

The word promise seemed to strengthen Wally's resolve.

"Sorry, ladies, I promised Big Blue I wouldn't say anything. He's my friend, I owe him that.'

"We're your friends, too, aren't we, Wally,' Zatanna asked, moving very close to him.

"Ye-Yeah, I suppose." His voice broke a little, as the nervousness came rushing back.

"We can be a lot nicer than Clark can," Zee smiled.

"Just how nice are we talking about," Wally replied with a lecherous smile.

"Not like that!" Zee made a face and cringed.

"Get your mind out of the gutter, Wally," Shayera said, giving him a smack on the back of the head.

"Ow! Look, I made a promise, okay?"

"Come on, Wally, tell us," Mari said sweetly.

"No, a promise is a promise and nothing you can say or do is going to make me break it," Wally said confidently.

"What is two of us kiss," Dinah offered.

"Wh-What," Wally said, dumbfounded by her words.

"What?" The other three women shouted in surprise, looking over at Dinah as if she lost her mind.

"Just stay with me on this," Dinah replied. She turned and smiled at Wally. "You said there was nothing we could say or do that would make you break your promise, right?"

"Y-Yeah," Wally barely managed to whisper.

"Just think about it, Wally." Dinah said in a low, seductive voice. "I know you are attracted to us. Can you imagine if we kissed right here in front of you?"

"But I made a promise," Wally moaned.

"Imagine Shayera and Zatanna kissing or Mari and Zee. Mari's a model remember?'

"I made a promise,' Wally whimpered, Dinah's words were already creating fantasies in his head.

"I don't want to kiss anybody," Mari protested.

"And why am I the one doing all the kissing," Zee asked.

"You're in show business, you people are used to stuff like that," Dinah explained.

"Hey!"

"I'm not kissing Zatanna, no way," Shayera chimed in.

"Me, neither," Mari added.

"Well you two aren't exactly my dream mystery dates either," Zee replied, a little insulted by their tone.

"You three want to know, don't you," Dinah asked.

"Well, yeah," the all admitted.

"So it's one kiss, big deal," she replied. "Except Wally knows just how much he wants to see it, don't you, Wally?"

"You've really turned evil since you became chairwomen, Dinah," Wally protested.

"How come all the kissing doesn't involve you," Zee asked Dinah.

"I came up with the plan," she offered. "So what do you say, Wally? It's a one-time offer? We're going to find out sooner or later and you'll have missed this chance."

The sweat was pouring off Wally now. He did want to see that desperately, but he'd made a promise to Clark. It was as if an angel and a devil were sitting on his shoulders, except both of them were urging him to take the deal. He needed to come up with something to get them to give up. An idea flashed through his mind.

"So is it a deal, Wally," Dina whispered.

"Yes," he replied. "But instead of two of you kissing, one of you has to kiss Diana. Oh, and you can't tell her why. That's the deal, okay?"

They were all stunned by this and looked back and forth at each other.

"I guess," Dinah said.

"And it can't be a little peck on the cheek either," Wally continued, feeling more confident by the minute. "It's got to be full on lip action and I have to see it! I tell you then!"

Wally knew about timing. Always leave on a high note. In the next moment he was gone, leaving a table full of confused women. They sat there looking at each other wondering who was going to do it.

"So when are you kissing Diana, Zee," Shayera asked.

"Me? No way, uh-uh, you know Diana scares me a little!"

"Well someone has to do it," Mari said.

"Why not our idea lady," Zee offered.

"I don't think so," Dinah shook her head.

They went back and forth for several minutes before Jonn interrupted them.

"Excuse me, may I ask all of you your opinion on something," he softly said.

"Sure, Jonn," the all replied. Jonn seemed to hesitate a moment, glancing around the room. Finally he leaned down towards them and spoke softly.

"Is there something wrong with my uniform?"

The women looked at him and then each other.

'Well…"