Trial of Supergirl

 Chapter 9: Ju$tice

 

            Supergirl darted through the sky and headed back downtown. She knew she had to return before she was discovered missing. The Chief had trusted her and she wouldn’t betray him, he was still convinced of her innocence and she would need him to help clear her. If what Albie discovered was true, it would be easy for her to drop a few hints to have the Judge’s records reviewed.

            The early morning sun had made the night sky a velvety purple now and the cover of darkness was slowly creeping away. She glided carefully past the tall skyscrapers, taking care not to be spotted by anyone. She dashed unnoticed over head as the helicopters that report the morning traffic were just getting their flight instructions on the roofs of some of the buildings.  She climbed up the familiar police station headquarters and slipped inside their helipad and into the building.

 

            “Where the hell is she?!!!” a voice boomed through squad room of the station. Nervous detectives looked around worried, an unusual number of them seemed to be fielding phone calls as their eyes darted from their desk to the direction of the screaming.

            “Get her out here now or you’re going to be the one going before a judge, do you hear me Chief??!!” A short white haired man in a dress uniform screamed at the chief.

            “We’re bringing her though now Captain. You know how long it takes to process a prisoner from the holding ward.” The chief waved at one of the men pretending to be on the phone and he dashed out in a run.

            “If I find out that she’s missing…if I find out that you allowed….” The Captain’s face grew red and twisted. “Why don’t you have armed guards on her at all times?”

            “I didn’t thi….”

            “Special agent Garret here and his men are taking full charge of this situation, do you understand me!!” He barked pointing to the men in full black riot gear behind him. “Your ‘Super-hero, is going to Arkaham with those other freaks! She’s nothing but a menace!”

            “She’s entitled to a trial.”

            “Don’t tell me the law Chief!” The Captain growled back, he pulled a long envelope from under his arm.

            “Captain.” One of the special officers caught the Captain’s arm, “not here. Maybe in the Chief’s office.” The enraged Captain thought for a moment. The Chief turned and lead them to his office.

            When he opened the door he stopped suddenly. Without a word he entered and sat at his desk. The Captain came in behind him, his face going blank suddenly then turning to make sure the men in black followed behind him inside.

            “They brought me from downstairs and told me to wait for you here, Chief.”  Supergirl sat in the chair just to the right of the Chief’s desk. Her left wrist cuffed to the arm of the chair with the dampening cuffs from before.

            A young out of breath sergeant suddenly poked his head inside the room.

            “Chief, C-Captain, we still need some time to get Super….” His eyes met Supergirl’s and he exited as suddenly as he had entered.

From behind him Conner Kingsley entered. The smart looking boy was dressed in an expensive suit contrasting to his long blonde surfer style hair. He closed the door behind him as noise from some commotion was taking place in the squad room. His piercing blue eyes caught Supergirl’s and he winked at her slyly.

Supergirl only watched him, mildly amused because in her mind she knew that the information she had uncovered would go a long way to his undoing and this game would be completely over.

            The Captain’s face contorted suspiciously back to Supergirl.  “Those are I assume the cuffs that take her powers away” he asked and the Chief nodded. He turned back to look at the men behind him who now had their hands on their holsters, ready.

            “Chief,” Supergirl started, “I may have some information for you on my case that may settle this whole matter.”

            “Really, are you going to explain this as well?” the Captain tossed the envelope on the Chiefs desk. Supergirl watched as the Chief took the envelope and opened it. He pulled out a stack of papers, then groaned with a sigh and leaned back defeated in his chair.

            Supergirl looked up at Conner.

‘What had he done?’ She wondered as she reached for the open envelope and its contents.  Her eyes grew wide and her mouth fell open.

            “Looks like they got us, Baby.” Conner said. “I hope you don’t blame me for cutting a deal on this.”

            Chills ran down Supergirl’s shoulders as she looked at the photos now in her hand. They showed her and Conner together in bed. The pictures showed the naked blonde boy and her wearing the Supergirl costume in various positions, each one with her face blurred or just below the shoulders, hiding her face from the camera. There were photos of her spread down on the bed, her legs held wide as he penetrated past the small strip of panties to her pussy. Another showed her bent over in costume as the boy worked her from behind, several other men could be seen in the background, their hands massaging their cocks seemingly waiting. She flipped through them, none showed her head or face but it was her body…and…her apartment!! How the hell did they do this?

            “How do we know these aren’t fakes?” The Chief asked angrily. “I mean none of the pictures show her face at all. These could be fakes or a body double!”

            “We’ve had our labs check, these are real. Even without your face,” The Captain turned to Supergirl, “we know it’s you. We took known photos of you parading around in that skimpy outfit of yours and our forensics matched up your body proportions, skin pigmentation, and muscle tone using infrared and biometric camera footage at the CIA,” His eyes narrowed. “A perfect match for her.”

            Supergirl felt the net closing around, her eyes dashed over and over the photos.

“Every one of these invoices for the shipping containers has your finger prints on them” The old man growled. “And that cupie doll costume you wear is a dead on match, seam for seam. There’s not a doubt about it!”

            “She wouldn’t allow me to show her face, for obvious reasons, but insisted on wearing her costume during it. She told me it made her feel sexy and aroused knowing that her persona, Supergirl, was making a porn movie, and if the public only knew better.” Conner chimed in.

            Supergirl felt the men in the room turn their gaze upon her. Her hair seemed to be standing on ends.

“But during our, er…affairs,” Supergirl looked up at him with hatred, but Conner continued. “It was her idea, knowing that she was getting photographed while I was pleasuring her always got her all hot and wet. I remember one time she even asked me if her video was going in my private collection next to Paris or Pam’s.”  She may seem like a goodie two shoes to the public, but believe me behind closed doors she’s a real pistol in the bedroom.”

            “Liar!” Supergirl said as a chill ran down her spine. Somehow these had to be forgeries but the background was defiantly her apartment, and somehow…it was her in the pictures! “How did you do this? None of that is true! We have never been together like this…I would never….”

            “The gigs up baby,” Conner replied as if she were doing some act. “I guess you wanted to end our partnership when you double crossed me at the docks that night but I guess you never thought I’d turn on you too.”

            “Don’t speak to me in THAT way.” The cuffs holding her to the chair stretched as she leaned forward clearly upset. “Tell them the truth; tell them we have never been together!”

            Conner only smiled back raising his fingers to his nose, pretending to smell them.

            Supergirl’s heart began to race; her face blushed red as she flipped through the evidence. There had to be something here that would show these were faked or pieced together somehow.

            “Wait,” Supergirl suddenly thought back to herself watching Conner arrested on television. She remembered slowly passing out as if she were drugged. “That day you had the press conference, I remember feeling as if someone had been in my home.”

 She looked at the pictures; it was obvious they knew her secret identity somehow. Could they have taken them that day? “If they drugged me and set up those photos...”

            “There was no way.” The Chief added. “He was in our custody until the following day. There was no way he could have set that up at that time. He definitely didn’t leave the cell, so there was no way he could have taken the pics of you and him together that night.”

            Supergirl thought again. He was right…but how did they do it?

            “Just admit it Baby,” Conner smirked again.

            “Do not call me that, you spoiled, lying, pig!”

“You’ve been caught. After all those years of ratting out your partners and making us to look like the villains, you’ve finally been caught, ‘Supergirl’. Keeping your image squeaky clean while you shook us down for cuts of the spoils. You guys didn’t think she was doing all this ‘hero’ stuff because she loved it did you? She made fools of everyone.”

             

            “That’s insane!” Supergirl snapped back. “This is some sort of set up, it’s all a lie! How much money did your father have to spend to do this for you?”

            “That’s enough; we’ll be taking it from here.” Special agent Garret stepped forward. “You can explain while you’re sitting in the maximum security lockdown in Arkham, if they don’t transfer you straight to Cuba.”

            “Arkham? You’ve already convicted me?”

            “Special order signed by the Secretary to secure all mastermind supervillains until father notice.” Garret grabbed her free wrist.

            Supergirl gasped. She couldn’t allow them to arrest her, she only had one chance to uncover the truth in this conspiracy.

            “I’m being set up, none of this is true! I’m a super hero. I’ve never done anything but helped and cooperated with the police, and now you’ve convicted me without a trial?”

            “Men, batons ready!” the agent nervously withdrew a long black club from his holster, the end of it cracked with energy.

            “Now wait a minute, I’m not releasing her until...nnnnggggg…” The Chief had stood to protest but was quickly subdued by one of the other agents.

            “Don’t interfere here old man! I have the authority to…..” He looked suddenly at Supergirl who was now glaring angrily at him. She grabbed the depleted kryptonite cuff around her wrist and shattered it to pieces.

            “She’s loose!” the agent tuned his weapon to Supergirl stabbing it against her shoulder and releasing the charge.

            Supergirl’s body tensed feeling the voltage surging into her arm, but the pain was nothing more to her than an annoyance as she rose to her feet.

            “Bump up to full power!” Garret yelled to the others as the batons now hummed loudly. He pressed it forward at her again landing against the ‘S’ on Supergirl’s chest.

            “Nnngggg…” she felt the sting of it, but still was able to grab the center of the weapon and tear it away from him.

            “Th-that should have put down an elephant!!” he said in amazement, disbelieving his eyes that a petite young girl in this short skirt outfit was THAT powerful!         It wasn’t possible! He stumbled backwards, his glasses falling halfway from his face. The men behind him pulled their weapons in front, each one pushing forward as if she were a cornered animal.

            “Put your weapons away if you don’t want to be hurt, I don’t want to fight any of you.” She turned her gaze to the frighten looking Conner. ”But I am going to find out the truth!”

            Without a word another charged her. She dodged his attack easily, whirling him around and slamming him on top of the stunned Chief’s desk. Another two stabbed her from behind through her cape.

            “AAAnnnnnnnn…” she felt her legs buckle from the sudden attack. The sting of both weapons had a much bigger punch. The men smiled at each other with a glimmer of hope but their smiles soon faded as she whipped around. Their eyes grew wide with terror as finely defined red beams of light from her eyes glowed through the air. They watched as the beams singed, then cut the batons in half. They stood terrified with the stump of the weapons still grasping in their hands.

            “What the hell is she?” the agent charged her but was easily caught and tossed aside.

            “Help! We need some help in here!!!” Conner shouted as he bolted for the door pushing the Captain into Supergirl.

            “Are you alright, Captain?” Supergirl quickly grabbed the chubby white haired man, stopping him from falling.

            “Don’t touch me!” he sneered. “Get in here!! Somebody stop her!!” he screamed as others came rushing into the office.

            ‘This is insane!’ Supergirl thought. ‘I need to get out, find some time to think and find out some answers. I need to find Kingsley!’ She spotted him through the open door, running for the hallway. Supergirl helped the irate Captain to his feet, who pulled away from her quickly.

With her distracted, Agent Garret took his chance.

            Unnoticed and seemingly forgotten by Supergirl he crawled behind her and placed his hand on one of the dropped batons from his men.

            “What? AAAAHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhnnnnnggggg!” Supergirl screamed as the flash of electricity crackled from under her skirt. The impact of the surge charged the air under her costume, causing the skirt to flap madly as if some invisible blower tossed around the material. Garret pushed the baton harder between her legs, its flat butt end charged with energy crushed against her twitching sex. Supergirl cupped her hands between her legs, her face contorted, screaming in pain from the sneak attack. The device powered down, spent form the blast and she fell to her knees. Her breath short and chest pumping as the shock from her sex felt as if tiny needles were penetrating her. Her mound seemed to throb.

            “Everyone now!” She heard him shout behind her and suddenly dozens of hands grabbed her. They grabbed each arm, her ankles, and her legs, pulling her down. She felt the weight of several men on top of her, trying to pin her to the ground. Arms of large police officers wrapped around the seemingly small girl, hands for some reason cupping her breast and pulling at her long hair. Behind her, she felt some pervert taking advantage of her plight; unable to determine who this person was with so many around her, she felt hands secretly groping a hand full of her ass. She struggled against them, slightly embarrassed and annoyed with that person copping a feel in this situation. She felt another, maybe even the same one, his finger sliding down her smooth panties behind her and pushing on her plush but sore mound.

 If anyone had seen this scene would have surely thought she was obviously over matched. But the men struggled against her, and Supergirl’s own muscles ached until she found herself on both her hands and knees.

            “We got her men, we got her, don’t let up now!”

            ‘No…cant…can’t let them……I’ve got to escape……’

            Supergirl clenched her teeth under the weight of them all, pushing her down, hands holding her from every direction…and then from the corner of her eye she saw the baton again. The charge was still building; it had been almost spent trying to take her down. An idea ran through her head.

“Let’s see how tough you guys really are!” she grabbed the end of the baton and clicked it on.

            “yyyaaaaa…yaaaaaa…yaaaaaaaaaa!!!!” The entire group of men yelled at once. The charge passed through Supergirl and into each of them who touched her. She released the device and stood amongst the pile of them still twitching as if each had been tasered.

            “You’re kidding right? That wasn’t even half of what I took.” Supergirl stepped over them, her high heeled red boots quickly jumping over the groaning agents and into the squad room. The remaining officers stood frozen, their mouths hanging open as only Supergirl had emerged from the room. They stood silent, unsure what to do as they watched her pass them by, watching as the long legged girl passed each of them, her red cape flapping behind her,  headed for the hallway.

            ‘Where is he?’ she looked around, and then spotted a black Porsche down below parked between two handicap spaces.

 

            Conner rushed from the building, bumping into several people and fumbling for his keys. His hands found the one and he made a dead line for the Porsche. He slipped the key into the lock just before turning it he heard a voice from behind him.

            “You’re in a rush to get somewhere?” Supergirl had appeared just behind him. She watched as he turned slowly to face her. “How did you manipulate that evidence?”

            She struck her power pose, her hands planted confidently on her hips, her cape draped around her shoulders like a gladiator. Curious people stopped on the sidewalks and watched, removing their cell cameras and clicking video of the popular Superheroine. Supergirl gently pushed him to his car with a single finger. Conner leaned back, pinned to his car by her slender finger. “You’re not buying your way out of this. Trying to manipulate justice, toying with the federal system and bribing government officials come with a lengthy jail term. But if you co-operate, I’ll help you the best I can.”

            Supergirl felt confident she had him. Finally she would have him admit to his childish schemes and be done with this whole affair. But to her surprise, the boy’s face didn’t show any fear. Instead he seemed to be more relaxed and calm.

            “Not buying my way out Supergirl? Why because you super heroes don’t think that money can buy true power?” He smirked at her. “You bunch of freaks are just like the rest of us, everyone has a price, everyone’s got a price Baby.”         

            She suddenly heard a few gasps from the crowd around them. Supergirl’s eyes darted to some of the people on the nearby sidewalk. Their camera phones seemingly no longer trained on her but something past her.

            “Money may not buy true power Supergirl, but I can rent it.”

At that moment the people on the sidewalk seemed to hurry away quickly. Many of them pocketing away their phones and moving down the street with great speed. An ominous feeling began to come upon Supergirl.  

            Suddenly a large hand grabbed Supergirl’s neck from behind. She could feel the weight of it, only two of the large fingers circled her neck, constricting like a python.

            “Supergirl, say hello to one of my newly acquired employees.”

            Supergirl gasped under the vise like grip as she was lifted from her feet and spun to face the menace from behind her. Choking and tugging at the large hands holding her she saw a large muscular shadow casting the size of a small mountain. Her eyes fell upon the burnt brown costume and welded hood that only allowed for the his dead black eyes and bared white teeth to show through. He grinned in delight like some demon sent up from hell to wreck havoc on the city, enjoying the pain and torture he was now inflicting onto her. His body was more than six times her own size, and his gaze was of madding, like the berserkers of old time. A beast of pure muscle and unstoppable rage seemed to have formed this behemoth…Juggernaut!