Supergirl Goes Bad, Part 3

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Author's Note:  Though set in the present day, this story's based on the
classic Supergirl comics of the 1960's.  For her biographical info and a
picture of the classic Supergirl, go to
http://supergirl.astraldream.net/history.html.  The classic Supergirl, Kara,
came to Earth from Argo City, a chunk of the doomed planet Krypton
miraculously spun into space intact that survived many years after Krypton
exploded.  As a teenager Kara was rocketed to Earth by her father Zor-El
before Argo City was destroyed.  Her cousin Kal-El (Superman) found her
crashed rocket.  He helped Kara assume her secret identity Linda Lee, an
orphan living at Midvale Orphanage, and for two years he secretly trained her
to be a superhero.  This story is set after the world first learned of
Supergirl's existence (her training by Superman was finished) but before she
was adopted and became Linda Lee Danvers in the 1960's Supergirl comics.
This story suggests how things might have turned out a little differently-

SUPERGIRL GOES BAD

3.	Wicked Plans.

   Linda awoke the next morning in her bed at the orphanage.  She rubbed
her eyes.  She felt exhausted.  That was odd.  Ordinarily not sleeping
didn't bother her.  But this morning she felt terrible.  She blinked her
eyes and tried to remember.  What had happened last night?

   For some reason she couldn't recall.  It was like she remembered a
dream, though it wasn't a bad dream.  No, it felt like a very, very _good_
dream.  But she had trouble remembering it.

   It was Saturday morning and chores at the orphanage began at six.
She looked at her clock and saw it was after eight.  She was missing
breakfast!  She got out of bed and walked to her closet.  She gasped as she
realized she'd slept in the nude.  Now _that_ was weird.  She always wore a
nightgown.  As she shook her head in disbelief and browsed through her
clothes, she absentmindedly reached for her pigtails.  She gasped again.
They were gone.  Her hair was different!  Instead of her familiar brown wig
with long pigtails that protected her secret identity, she had on a new wig
styled in a very sexy pageboy haircut.  That was indeed strange.  Why on
earth was she wearing a different wig?  She didn't remember getting a new
one.  Or did she?  Thinking hard, she had a vague recollection of breaking
into a store in Metropolis as Supergirl and stealing a more stylish wig.  But
that couldn't be.  She'd never stolen anything in her life, had she?
Suddenly she wasn't so sure.  But as she thought about it, it seemed like it
happened in that same dream she couldn't quite recall.  In the corner she
saw her old wig ripped to shreds in the wastebasket.

   She turned her attention to the clothes in her closet.  A dozen brand
new outfits were hanging there, all with tags on them.  Like the new wig, the
didn't remember buying them.  As she looked them over she realized they were
unlike the style she normally wore.  These were all very tight blouses with
plunging necklines, short skimpy little skirts and overly snug slacks.  On
the floor of the closet she noticed a pile of skirts and blouses wadded up in
the corner.  She looked them over.  They were all her old outfits, and like
her old wig they'd been ripped up.

   Linda was perplexed.  What was going on?  Where did the new clothes
come from?  Why did she buy them?  All of a sudden she knew she didn't.  She
had a vague recollection of breaking into an expensive store in Metropolis
and taking them.  She gasped.  She stole them after she took the fancy new
wig.  No, that couldn't be.  She'd never stolen anything!  Had she?

   That wasn't all.  She felt nervous, on edge, like she needed
something but couldn't decide exactly what.  She felt cross, very irritable.
Before she could figure it out she heard a persistent knock on her door.

   "Linda, you're missing breakfast."  It was Stephanie's voice.
"Look, Linda, I covered for both you and Alisha last night.  But you need to
come to breakfast now or Miss Andrews will for sure think something's
wrong."

   Covered for her and Alisha?  What did Stephanie mean?  Linda rubbed
her temples.  Something strange had definitely happened.  But for the life of
her she didn't know what.  Well, she had to get dressed and go to breakfast.
She didn't want to disappoint Miss Andrews.  So she reluctantly picked out
one of the new outfits and slowly put it on.  The halter top was very
revealing.  The shorts looked like they were painted on.  But none of the
alternatives looked any less revealing, so she finally decided to go with
that top and pants.

   She walked from her room down the stairs to the dining room.  Thirty
girls of varying ages were eating breakfast, and as Linda walked in thirty
pairs of stunned eyes turned to stare.

   "Wow, look at Linda," " Hey Linda, you look different.  What's up
with your hair?"  "Man, that's a different look for you," "Gosh, you
look good,  Linda," but maybe most troubling, "Gee, Linda, you look like
Alisha's twin in that hair and that skimpy outfit!"

   Linda saw an empty seat beside Alisha, who was grinning from ear to
ear.  The buxom blond motioned for her to come sit by her.  Linda did.

   "You look great today, honey," Alisha said in a conspiratorial
whisper.  "I really do like the new look for Linda Lee."

   Linda sniffed.  Her super olfactory senses smelled fresh cigarette
smoke on the blond girl.  Hmm, Alisha must have sneaked out to smoke before
breakfast.  Strangely, that didn't disgust the disguised girl from Krypton.
Instead she felt her mouth begin to water for some reason.

   "I like your new hairstyle, Linda," Miss Andrews was saying.
"It's very becoming."

   "Thank you," Linda politely answered.

   "When did you get it cut and styled like that?"

   Before Linda could answer Alisha spoke up.  "Linda and I went out
last night to get it done.  We also got her some new clothes.  Aren't they
cool?"

   Miss Andrews frowned.  Linda was one of her favorites and she clearly
didn't want to criticize her in front of the other girls.  "Well, a little
meager for my tastes," she said with a disapproving polite smile.  "Girls,
we need to finish here.  Today's cleanup day, you know."

   Groans went up all around the table.  Cleanup day meant chores all
morning and most of the afternoon.  Linda began to eat, and Alisha whispered
in her ear.

   "We've got some cleaning up of our own to do today, don't we,
Linda?"

   Linda turned.  "What are you talking about, Alisha?"

   The buxom blond's face went ashen.  "Oh my God.  It happened just
like Lex said it might.  Shit, it mostly wore off, didn't it?  Fuck!"

   "What?  I have no idea what you mean, Alisha.  And please don't
talk that way."

   Alisha groaned.  The effects of the Red Kryptonite cigarettes had
worn off.  She had to do something and do it quick.  Linda seemed irritable;
that was a good sign.  Though she didn't realize it she badly needed a
cigarette.  Alisha had to figure out a way to rekindle her dormant evil
personality before everything totally wore off.

   She smiled at Miss Andrews.  "Can Linda and I be assigned together
to cleanup the back of the property this morning?  We'd like that, Miss
Andrews!"

   The matronly woman slowly smiled.  "I guess that'd be okay, girls.
But now don't you lollygag today, Alisha.  You stay with Linda.  I know
she'll work hard.  Is that understood?"

   "Yes, ma'am."

   Linda felt awkward beside Alisha.  The impudent girl knew something
about what had happened and Linda was determined to find out what it was.
With each passing minute her feelings of discomfort increased.  She felt as
if she was about to bite someone's head off.  The lingering odor of smoke on
the blond girl beside her seemed to make it worse.  But not because she
didn't like it.  Oddly, it was because she did.

   Linda and Alisha took a couple rakes and baskets into the back of the
yard behind the orphanage.  Alisha took up a strategic position behind some
trees.  Sure that no one could see them, she audaciously took a pack of
cigarettes from her pocket and lit one up.

   Linda began to protest.  "Alisha!  What on earth are you doing?"
But as soon as she smelled it, the fragrant aroma of the smoke nearly made
her swoon.  "Oh my God," she uncharacteristically groaned.  "God, that
smoke smells so delicious!  What's happening?"

   Alisha grinned.  Linda was swearing so her evil persona wasn't all
gone.  "God, Linda, you know.  You're addicted to nicotine and you need a
drag off my cigarette.  Don't you?" she teased mercilessly.  The frantic
look in Linda's big brown eyes told Alisha she was right on.  "Okay, here.
Take a quick one.  It'll help what's ailing you."

   Linda's mind was cloudy but she knew she needed that cigarette.
With no compunction she took it from Alisha and put it to her lips.  It
surprised her that she knew what to do.  It was like she'd done it hundreds
of times.  Of course she had.  She just didn't remember - yet!

   As she sucked hard on the burning cigarette her recall began to
return.  Oh my God, she thought.  I'm a smoker!  "Shit," she groaned
aloud.  "Damn, do I ever need nicotine  I need more!"  A supposedly quick
drag metamorphasized into a prolonged double-pump on the cigarette.  "Holy
fuck," Linda laughed involuntarily as smoke burst from her mouth and
nostrils in rapid staccato bursts.  "Alisha, thanks so much!  God, I didn't
realize what I needed till now.  I sure as hell need to smoke a cigarette!"

   Alisha laughed.  Only a few drags on a Newport 100 had rejuvenated
the evil Linda.  If that was how she reacted to an ordinary cigarette, she
couldn't imagine her response to a Red Kryptonite special.  "Welcome back,
honey.  Now do you remember what we did last night?"

   "Yeah, a little," Linda verified.  Her memory was returning, though
slowly.  "I definitely remember smoking."  She hesitated.  "I liked it.
Yeah, I really did.  I still do.  God, I'm a smoker now, aren't I?"  She
again pumped on the cigarette.  She felt as if she was saving her life doing
it.  "I also remember being bad.  I acted wicked, didn't I?"  She frowned
as she exhaled.  "But why didn't it bother me?  Yeah, I remember.  I stole
these clothes and this wig.  God, but it was so out of character.  Alisha,
can you help me figure out all this shit?"

   The buxom blond smirked.  Thank God Linda was still part wicked, even
if her goody-goody persona had reasserted itself overnight after hours of no
exposure to Red Kryptonite.  She had to get Linda to her secret tree behind
the orphanage, to the place she kept her Supergirl costume.  Inside the
pocket of her cape she could retrieve the Kryptonite cigarettes and get Linda
all the way back to her new and improved evil personality.

   "Linda, honey," Alisha began.  "Do you remember telling me you're
Supergirl?"

   Cigarette in hand, Linda looked stricken.  "No.  Shit!  I didn't?"

   "Yeah, you did.  We had some marvelous adventures.  You loved `em.
Don't you remember at all?"

   Linda squinted and drew on the cigarette almost without realizing she
did it.  "Yeah, sort of, I guess," she nodded after inhaling more smoke.
"I do seem to remember we had fun.  I started talking dirty," she said with
a nasty little smile as smoke spurted from her mouth.  "Yeah, I think that
was fun, too."

   "Oh yeah.  It was fun, all of it.  But the best part was smoking
your special cigarettes all night.  You must remember that.  You loved them!"

   Linda nodded again.  "Yeah, I do remember.  They were great.  They
were better than yours, weren't they?  Yeah, I seem to need to smoke.  So do
I have anymore of mine?"

   "Inside the cape of your Supergirl costume.  Let's go get them.
You'll feel better once you light up your own brand!"

   Linda started to walk to the woods with Alisha.  She stopped.  "What
about cleanup day?"

   "Forget about it," Alisha laughed.  "Once your memory returns
you'll remember that after today you and I are probably never coming back
anyway."

   "Really?"  Linda thought hard.  "You know, that does sound right.
God, I wish I could remember.  It feels like I want to, but my head's so
cloudy.  Maybe I should just finish our work, to be on the safe side.  Here,
hold this for me for a second."  Still dressed as Linda she used her
super-speed to complete their cleanup assignment in a flash.  "Now I'll
take back the cigarette," she brusquely grinned at her amazed cohort.

   Alisha laughed.  "Keep sucking on my cigarette, Linda.  It makes you
feel better, doesn't it?  Well, after you get one of your own you'll be
totally back to normal.  I promise."

   "God, I sure hope so," Linda smiled as they walked.  She hit again
on the Newport 100.  "For some reason I feel like swearing, Alisha.  Is that
part of the new normal for me, too?"

   Alisha nodded slyly.  "Yeah, just wait and see.  You love to talk
nasty now, honey."  At least Linda wasn't resisting.

   They came to the tree where her Supergirl costume was hidden.  Linda
opened the secret door and pulled it out.  She whistled.  "Whoa, what the
hell happened to my uniform?"

   "You fixed it, honey.  It's slinky and sexy now, better than ever."

   Linda dragged on the cigarette and handed it to Alisha.  "Hold this
again while I put it on," she grinned, while smoke spurted from her mouth.
"It won't take a second."

   At super-speed Linda changed into Supergirl.  One moment she was
Linda Lee with brown hair.  The next she stood before her friend as the blond
Maid of Steel.

   Supergirl admiringly moved her hands all over her newly redesigned,
sexy costume.  "God, I like it.  It sure does emphasize my breasts and my
ass, doesn't it?"  Without waiting for an answer she touched herself again.
"Yeah, I really like it.  Was this my idea?"

   "Not exactly.  But you'll remember when you smoke again.  Get your
cigarettes from the hidden pocket inside your cape.  Yeah, that's right.
That's a good girl!"

   Supergirl got her pack of Red Kryptonite cigarettes.  "Somehow I
know I need to smoke these," the girl from Krypton frowned.  "I don't know
why, but something tells me I really need to smoke one of them right away."

   "Instincts don't lie, honey," Alisha laughed.  "Let me get you a
lighter."

   "I just realized I don't need a lighter, Alisha," she grinned.
"Remember, I'm Supergirl."

   She took a cigarette from the pack and put it in her mouth.  She
stared at the tip while it dangled.  Miraculously it began to burn.  "I just
realized I could use my heat vision to light up.  It makes carrying a lighter
totally unnecessary.  With my heat vision I can light up a cigarette anytime
I want," she laughed, as the burning cylinder continued to dangle.  "Pretty
cool, huh?"

   Alisha nodded.  She was impressed!

   Kara took a long drag on her cigarette.  She pumped once, twice, a
third time.  With each hit she pulled extra smoke into her hungry lungs.  At
last she groaned.  Recognition emanated from her eyes.  "Shit, now I
remember.  Yeah, I remember everything."  She leered at Alisha.  "Honey,
I'm home," she laughed evilly.  "Fuck, without Red Kryptonite I turned
back into that stupid prude.  Hell, baby, we can _never_ let it happen
again!"

   "God, yeah, I know," Alisha nodded, lighting up a Newport 100.  She
gave Supergirl a smoky kiss.  "I'm glad you're back to normal, baby."

   A familiar evil look was back in Supergirl's eyes.  "Right, because
you and I've got lots of work to do, don't we, you beautiful little
bitch?"  She slid the cigarette into her mouth.  She held out her hands.
Alisha grinned.  She jumped into her arms and they lifted off.

   "Don't you need to finish your cigarette before we fly away?"

   "You underestimate me, baby," Supergirl laughed.  "Watch my
super-speed."

   In a flash the Red Kryptonite cigarette was gone.  Supergirl grinned
and a torrent of smoke escaped from her lips.

   "I should warn you, Alisha, honey.  I feel much more evil and
wicked, depraved and immoral today than I did last night."

   "Good," her buxom blond colleague giggled.  "You know, I like you
lots better like this."  They started to fly off but Alisha held up her
hand.  "Hey, Kara, wait a second."

   "Yeah?"

   "Before we go back to Lex's, we should talk."

   "Oh?  Yeah, sure, okay."

   They landed back in the woods.  Supergirl looked around for someplace
Alisha could sit.  Seeing nothing she quickly felled a tree and created a
seat out of the stump.  "Here you go, Alisha.  Have a seat.  Let's talk."

   Alisha took a deep breath.  She was nervous.  She reached in her
purse and got out her Newport 100's.  "I need to smoke first," she grinned
uneasily.  "I'm sure you understand."

   "Of course," Supergirl smiled.  She reached in the pocket of her
cape to get out her own.  Putting a cigarette into her mouth she focused her
heat vision on it and lit herself up.  Without waiting she nodded at Alisha,
who likewise put a cork-tipped Newport 100 between her lips.  The girl from
Krypton ignited Alisha's cigarette as well.

   "Thanks, Supergirl."  The buxom blond took a long sumptuous drag.
"Luthor would kill me if he knew I told you this.  Literally," she mumbled.
"But I like you, Kara.  I think you ought to know."

   Supergirl released a long exhale.  "Know what?"

   "Well, several things.  You remember Luthor's plan to kill
Superman, using you as bait?"

   Supergirl nodded.  "He wants me to force Kal-El to smoke first, just
for fun, with me using the Red Kryptonite cigarettes on him, and then we kill
him with Green Kryptonite."

   Alisha sighed.  "Well, that's not all.  He plans to kill you at the
same time.  It's a double-cross, Kara.  Luthor doesn't want you around even
if you're wicked.  He wants you out of the way, too."

   Supergirl nodded.  Thoughtfully she drew on her cigarette and sucked
smoke deep inside her chest.  Her breasts elevated as she made room inside
her lungs, allowing her new revealing uniform to highlight her tits even more
than usual.

   "I may be corrupted, Alisha, but I'm not dumb.  I figured Luthor
couldn't be trusted.  But I'll watch my back.  As long as I have these Red
Kryptonite cigarettes, I don't give a shit."

   "That's just it, Kara," Alisha went on.  "He didn't make enough.
Lex only has a couple more packs.  That's it.  Then they're gone.  That's
why he needs to get rid of you when he kills Superman.  Even if you smoke all
of the cigarettes he laced with Red Kryptonite eventually you'll run out and
change back.  What he said last night is only half true.  The particulate
matter in the smoke stays in your lungs, but not forever.  Sooner or later it
works its way out.  It started to happen overnight after just a few hours .
And once the Red Kryptonite is gone from your system you become goody-goody
Supergirl again.  I don't think you want that and neither do I."

   Supergirl frowned.  "Hmm.  I definitely do _not_ want to change
back.  I hate my former self.  But wait.  Lex said he bought that Red
Kryptonite from an excavating company that supposedly disposed of it for
Superman.  But they didn't bury it.  From what Lex said last night, it
sounds like there may be some of that original piece of Red Kryptonite left."

   "So?"

   "So I simply need to get my hands on it.  If I have the Red
Kryptonite I can make sure I never let it out of my sight.  I can make myself
a necklace using a piece of the Red Kryptonite as the stone and wear it
around my neck.  If I never take it off, whether I'm Supergirl or Linda Lee,
I'll never change back."  She hit on her cigarette.  "So that's what I
need to do.  I have to find the original chunk of Red Kryptonite so I can
stay the way I am."

   Alisha giggled.  "God, I'm glad you love being bad, Kara.  Hell, it
makes me wet to hear you say you'll do anything not to lose your new wicked,
slutty persona.  I'll be honest.  I'd much rather be your sidekick than
Lex's."

   "Well, Lex is a good fuck," Supergirl wryly grinned.  "But I'll
be damned if he's gonna get rid of me.  I've got a lot of hell to raise as
the Bitch of Steel.  If the world thinks Lex Luthor is trouble, wait till
they see all the things I intend to do."

   "But what about your cousin Superman?"

   Supergirl grinned.  "He's no problem as long as we can change his
personality with Lex's Red Kryptonite cigarettes so he can become his own
evil twin," she smirked.  "In fact, we may not even need to use the
cigarettes.  I have another idea, a deliciously evil one."

   Alisha sighed.  Taking a last hit on her Newport she dropped it to
the ground, exhaling as she looked up at her bitchy colleague.  "I'd like
to keep working with you.  From what Lex told me, I understand the effects of
the Red Kryptonite are cumulative.  The more you're exposed the more
depraved you become.  I'm looking forward to seeing just how bad you can
ultimately be."

   "Being bad isn't gonna be a problem, honey," Supergirl smirked.
"But wait.  What about my smoking?  What happens to my nicotine habit once
the Red Kryptonite cigarettes are gone?"

   Alisha laughed.  "The way I understand it you're a smoker forever.
Your new addiction to nicotine won't end even if you quit smoking the Red
Kryptonite cigarettes.  Lex's chemical additive combined with the dose of
Green Kryptonite in your first cigarette changed your body forever.  So
don't worry, Kara.  You still need nicotine.  That's why smoking a Newport
this morning helped.  It couldn't totally bring back your evil personality
but it  renewed and fulfilled your newfound need for nicotine.  Right?"

   "Yeah, it did.  That makes sense," Supergirl mused.  "Hell, I just
don't want to lose my nicotine addiction.  I fuckin' love being a smoker,
Alisha.  It's a part of being evil I don't want to give up."  She stood
up.  "Okay then, first things first.  We need to find that contractor who
has the Red Kryptonite.  Are you game?"

   "Sure," Alisha grinned.  "Let's go back to Lex's hideout.  I'm
sure I can find the name and address in his computer while you distract him.
Just tell Lex you need to fuck him.  He's insatiable when it comes to sex.
He'll be delighted to fuck you another time.  While you keep Lex busy
fucking him I'll find out about that contractor on his computer."

   "Perfect.  I don't mind fucking Lex again."  Supergirl grinned and
held out her arms.  Alisha jumped into them, nuzzling up against her breasts
and stroking them.  "Mm, let's fly away together, baby," she whispered
wickedly, kissing Supergirl on the mouth while her hands caressed her tits.
"I want to be there when you raise hell!"

   The two girls soared into the morning air.  "Don't worry, Alisha.
Unless you give me reason to suspect another double-cross, I intend to keep
you around, especially if you keep rubbing my tits like that.  God, it feels
good!"

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   Joe Jaenetti at Adams Excavating sat behind his desk mindlessly
thumbing through a magazine.  He had five trucks out on excavating jobs that
Saturday morning, but he didn't really feel like working very hard.

   He heard a whooshing sound outside.  He craned his neck trying to see
out the window.  Suddenly he heard a loud crash.  The front door of his
office came thundering down.

   "What the -?"  He gasped.  "Supergirl?"

   The pretty blond walked impudently into his office.  "Sorry `bout
the door," she laughed.  "But I felt it necessary to make a point.  I need
to talk to you, Mr. Jaenetti."

   He was a rough man in his early forties but was clearly intimidated
by the Maid of Steel.  "Uh, wh -.  What about?"

   "You sold Lex Luthor some Red Kryptonite a couple months ago.  It
was Red Kryptonite you were supposed to bury deep underground.  I need that
Red Kryptonite, whatever's left of it.  Where is it?"

   Beads of sweat collected on Janetti's forehead.  "I don't what
you're talking about."

   "Look, don't bullshit me, ass-hole," Supergirl said menacingly.
"I know you've still got some of it left.  You offered to sell Luthor
another piece if he could cough up enough cash.  So all I want to know is,
where the hell is it?"

   Jaenetti was taken aback by Supergirl's aggressive insolent
behavior.  But he equivocated.  "I told you, Supergirl, I don't know what
the hell you're talking about."

   She rolled her eyes.  "Alisha, come here."  In walked a sexy young
woman in a meager, low cut halter top and short shorts.  She sneered.

   "Yes, Supergirl?"

   "Tell me, Alisha.  Are there any of Mr. Janetti's men around
outside?"

   "Yeah, there's a guy about to get in a truck.  Shall I call him?"

   "Please," Supergirl smiled sweetly.  "Janetti, I'm gonna show you
just how serious I am."

   Alisha stepped outside and called to the man across the parking lot.
Seeing the attractive teenager, he quickly joined them in the office.  Seeing
Supergirl, he vacillated about whether to come closer.

   Supergirl turned to Janetti.  "Look, buddy, I'm gonna ask you once
more nicely.  Where the hell is that Red Kryptonite?"

   "I told you, Supergirl.  I have no idea what you're talking about."

   "Okay, fine.  Then watch this."  The Maid of Steel turned and
stared at the other man.  She turned her heat vision on him.  He opened his
mouth to scream but was vaporized in an instant, before he had time to emit a
single cry.  A pile of ashes fell to the floor where he stood moments before.

   Supergirl turned back to Janetti.  "Now I'll ask again.  Where is
it?"

   Janetti was perspiring fiercely now.  "Oh my God.  You fuckin'
killed him!"

   "That's right, you bastard.  And if you don't give me what I want
then I intend to do the same to you.  Or maybe worse.  He didn't suffer.  It
was quick and relatively painless.  I can do it a lot slower, though, if I
feel like it.  Now, do you want to come clean or not?"

   "But -.  But you and Superman respect human life.  You never hurt
or kill people.  That's what everyone always says about you guys."

   "Yeah, well, then everyone's wrong, aren't they?" she smirked
with a wicked little laugh.  Raising her hand she smashed his computer in a
single stroke.  "I have amazing super powers, Janetti.  You ain't seen
nothing yet.  I can do a hell of a lot of damage when I'm pissed off.  Your
business, your life, your family.  I won't stop till I get my hands on that
fuckin' Red Kryptonite.  Trust me, you do _not_ want to piss me off.  So
it's your choice, bastard.  Do you still want to tell us that you don't
know what the hell I'm talking about?"

   "Okay," he gulped.  "You leave me no choice.  I told Superman I'd
get rid of it.  I'm so sorry.  I'll make sure it gets buried right away."

   "No, you imbecile.  I don't want it buried.  I want to hold it in
my hands.  I need to make sure I don't lose its benefits.  Get it?"

   Recognition finally arrived in Janetti's brain.  "Oh my God.
Luthor already used it on you, didn't he?  You've become evil.  Holy shit!"

   "Congratulations, Janetti.  You're so fuckin' smart.  You're
right, too.  I'm now wicked as sin.  So there's no telling what I might do
if I don't get what I want.  Do you catch my drift?"  She stomped her foot
and punched a hole in the cement floor.

   "Yeah, I get it," he nervously smiled.  "It's locked up in my
safe.  I keep it there because I figured someday Luthor or somebody would pay
me big bucks for it.  But there's not that much left.  Really."

   "I don't need much," Supergirl grinned.  "Where is it?"

   "At the other Metropolis office," he stuttered.  "I can get it for
you this afternoon."

   "No, we'll go there now.  Have you ever flown before, Janetti?
Well, get ready.  You're gonna tell me how to get there and I'll take you
and the lovely Alisha to retrieve that delightful piece of evil red rock!"

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