Walking down the street, my high heeled shoes clack against the concrete sidewalk in the heat of the Metropolis afternoon. It's been afew days since I came back to earth from the Watch Tower, to Kal's disapproval.

I quickly got sick of being kept under his watchful eyes so I begged Lois to distract Kal for me for one afternoon so I could sneak out and just...BREATHE!

For alittle while it seemed like Dick and M'gann were avoiding me, well-I BELIEVED they were avoiding me. Now do I have proof? No. Did I call to find out what was going on? Not even close. I just trust my gut feeling.

My God, you're pathetic...I think to myself with much chagrin.

I stumble abit as I'm still not used to being on ear heels and I was unsure what demon- that's the word people use right?- possessed me to decide to practice walking around in heels on a hot busy Metropolis day like today!?

I sigh as I cover up my wobbly walk and lean against a brick wall next to a dim alley as I rub my aching feet.

I know exactly why...

I was trying to get used to wearing heels because I had the sneaking suspicion that Dick might be into girls who wear heels. Because during the night out with the gang my delusional mind kept believing he was sneaking glances at my dress and shoes. And I also saw him looking at Barbara abit more and I deduced it must've been because of her killer black heels.

OR he was looking at her more because he was communicating with her, you damn psychopath!?

I try not to groan at my utter stupidity and continue wobble-walking down the sidewalk with no clear destination in mind. I look at the rows of beauty stores lining either side of the road and was trying to convince myself to go into some of them and spend some of Kal's hard-earned money on maybe more high-heeled shoes.

And torture myself even more!? ARE YOU MENTAL!?

I sigh out loud as I was too exhausted to continue walking in the absolute death traps and began making my way back down to the alley I was resting next to to take off my shoes and call a cab to take me back home.

Dick's interest in shoes can go suck it! I ain't torturing myself any more for this! I think to myself. Or more like you torturing your own damn self because you're not even sure if Dick is into high heels to begin with!!!

"Urgh! I hate it when I'm right." I mumble to myself.

Just as I am about half a foot away from the alley I see 3 black figures zoom passed me on motor bikes and skid into the busy main road. The bikes make a hard right and began zipping in and out of panicked crowds of people.

One of the bikers lifted up a machine guns and wildly shooting bullets into the air that made bystanders either scramble in a mad panic or fall to the ground in absolute fear.

I quickly sneak into the alley from once they came and quickly ripe of my clothes to reveal my Supergirl costume. Today I decided to wear the plain white shirt with the Superman logo on it and bright blue shorts in place of the mini skirt.

I'd learned my lesson from last time and always made sure to carry my super suit with me, no matter how hot and constricting it may get. I was slightly worried because huge crowds of people were racing by the alley as I hid far in the back and changed and prayed no one saw me or came down this way. I then quickly stash my clothes and shoes behind a dumpster and flew into action...barefoot.

Hey! There was no Goddamn way on earth I will be fighting in those heels! Plus, I didn't have any practical shoes with me so barefoot it was.

By the time I flew back to the main road I saw the bikers had huge amounts of shopping bags glued to the side of their bikes as they kicked it into gear and raced down the street. Using my x-ray vision I see that the bikes were made of certain magnets that once turned on would rip away any valuable metal from the shopping crowd and stick it to their bikes.

Once the bikers saw me descending upon them, one of them screamed, "HEADS UP! IT'S THE SUPER BITCH!" And tries to distract me by shooting their machine gun at me as the others revved up their engines and booked it down the street.

"No so fast!" I yelled as I laser beamed the tire of one of the bikes, sending the driver tumbling up and straight into the window of a Jewelry Store. Ironically, the bike than began to attract all the jewels and jewelry in there, mass piling it's content on the rider and tapping them under piles of gold and glitter.

The other biker managed to escape while the one who stayed back still feverishly continued to shoot at me, as if that was gonna do bloody anything.

In mild annoyance I flew down, grabbed the gun from them, bent it into a pretzel and handed it back. "Stop it. That's annoying." I simply said.

The biker looked at me in absolute shook but shakes themselves out of it and tries one last time to attack me as they lift their bent machine gun and charge at me with a brave battle cry.

I sigh, "I don't have time for this." I flick my finger at their helmet, trying to exert the least amount of energy possible but still managed to shatter their visor, crack the helmet and send the person flying back a good 15 feet into another store's glass window.

Two for two, can we break another window and make it a solid three? My guilty conscious mocked me. I always felt uneasy whenever I cause damage while taking out bad guys. I like to be as least damaging and as much cost effective as possible.

"The other guys getting away!" I hear someone scream.

"No they're not!" I call out reassuringly, then add, "And what makes you think they're a guy?"

I leap up into the air and zoom down the street...5 mins later I fly back with the 3rd biker still on their bike and I let them fall back down onto the concrete pavement.

I hear the onlooking crowd cheer at the sight of the apprehended criminals as I fly down low to the gathering crowd. I at first thought the crowd was coming over to show their undying appreciation of me, as the TV shows say, but in actuality they crowd of people were bickering as to who owned what item the criminals had taken.

"THAT'S MY SHOPPING BAG!"

"NO IT'S NOT! IT'S MINE! I HAVE THE BLOODY RECEIPTS!"

"ALL OF YA CAN FUCK OFF! I KNOW YOU! YOU NEVER BUY ANYTHING BUT WINDOW SHOP! GO HOME YOU BROKE BIMBO!!!"

"Uhm...please settle down everybody..." I try to reason with the angry mob of people.

"Supergirl! SHE'LL sort out this mess!" One optimistic individual yelled out.

"YA! She'll be able to tell who's lying with her inbuilt lie detector!"

"I don't-" I try to speak but was quickly interrupted.

"She doesn't have a lie detector, you dolt! She has a lasso of truth!"

"That's Wonder Woman you pea for brain! Supergirl and Superman only have heat and x-ray vision!"

"I could've sworn they had lie detectors..." someone discretely mumbled.

I began slightly shaking as I helplessly looked onto the crowd I had no idea on how to begin controlling. Nobody taught me how to deal with this!

I forcefully suppress the violent tremors that threaten to erupt from my body. I didn't want to give away to the crowd how horribly inexperienced I was in this situation. I tightly shut my eyes to the sounds of the crowd calling on me to help solve their dilemma.

Please...someone help me...Nightwing, Miss Martian-someone...

"Alright folks! BREAK IT UP!" I hear an authoritative feminine voice call out.

I blink open my eyes to see the view of my salvation. It was a bat. Not my regular bat...a female one...

"Batgirl!" I cry out in delight.