By the time I reached her, Supergirl was already pulling herself to her knees. She was weak as a kitten, unable to stand–or at least, that was what she believed as she looked up at me with fear and a little awe. It was tempting to amplify that feeling, build on it to take her, but I was enjoying playing around with triggers and trances too much to rely on my powers.
“What did you… What have you done to me?” she managed.
“It’s what I’m going to do to you, Kara,” I said, enjoying her shock at my use of her real name. “Red sun.”
Her face slackened and her eyes unfocused at my use of her trance trigger, but I could see she was trying to fight it. “Red sun,” I repeated. “See the spiral again, Kara. Remember how good it felt to slip into that trance, relaxed and safe, sinking deeper…” Her eyes shut and her head slumped forward.
“Good girl,” I said. “Now, stay in that trance, but stand and open your eyes.” After she obeyed, I continued, “Take me to where you live.”
She hesitated.
“Kara, who knows the secret of Supergirl’s real name?”
“My family…” she said. “Friends… people I trust.”
Perfect. “Only people you trust know that Supergirl is Kara, right?”
“Yes.”
“And I know the secret. So I must be someone you trust.”
“…Yes.”
“So you can trust me and let me into your home.”
“Yes…”
“So take me to your apartment.” This time, she obeyed. And once we were in private, the real fun could begin…