Fic: She's still My Super Girlfriend
Title: She's Still My Super Girlfriend
Author: majorrogue
Pairing,Character(s): Brittany/Santana
Rating: okay for all, i think
Spoilers: none, it's a completely different universe
Summary: Santana's investigation gets interupted
Authur's Note: Again Santana is The Question and Brittany is Supergirl, If you aren't sure who they are take a look at my post Here where i've put some pictures of both characters. The Question is a sort of detective fighting crime and all that, she has no powers, but could kick your arse. And of course supergirl is, well, Supergirl!!
‘I’ve been thinking’
‘Oh, Yeah?’ came the response from the bedroom
‘Yeah, I thought I could come out with you tonight, y’know see what you do, help you out’
How to put her off gently, Santana thought. ‘Not tonight Hun, I have to follow up on a tip off from yesterday. And anyway I thought you wanted to do the dishes and tidy up?’
‘Yeah, I’ve finished already’
‘Damn super speed’ Santana said under her breath
‘I heard that’ Brittany shouted from the kitchen
‘Damn super hearing’ Santana said under her breath again, but with a smile
‘I heard THAT too!’ Brittany said, suddenly standing behind Santana and making her jump.
‘I know’
Brittany had a cheeky smile on her face as she placed her arms around Santana’s waist and rested her chin on her shoulder as they stood in front of their wardrobe.
‘No’ she said
‘Please’ Brittany pouted
‘Not tonight, babe’ Santana said opening the wardrobe. She pushing all the clothes away from one end and pulling on a lone hanger at the end. With a quiet swish the back of the wardrobe disappeared upwards. On the right hand side there were at least 10 Supergirl outfits and capes with a row of red boots underneath, next to them were multiply black trench coats, trousers and white shirts, under them a row of shoes and above them a shelf of black fedora’s ready to be picked. Along the left side there was all sorts of weapons and equipment that The Question might need; batons, super powerful torches and of course her trade mark Pseudoderm mask.
‘Fine, I’ll clean out the shower then, that volcano ash from this morning is everywhere’ Brittany said walking into the bathroom.
Santana started to get changed into her work clothes, as she was putting her shirt on Brittany was in front of her.
‘Right that’s done, who know ash was so hard to get rid of? Here, let me help you with those buttons, hot stuff!’ she said, but instead of doing up the buttons, she ran her hand down Santana’s stomach.
Santana closed her eyes and pressed her lips together trying not to react.
‘Don’t try to get round me like that, it won’t work’
‘You sure?’ Brittany said putting her hand at the top of Santana’s trousers.
‘Hhmm...’ Santana hummed thinking, What to do? What to do?
‘No, Important business, Important business to be done’ she said trying to convince herself more than Brittany
There was a blur of hands as Brittany did the buttons up in the blink of an eye. ‘Okay, Be careful, then’ Brittany said kissing Santana and walking into the living room, flying over the top of the sofa and dropping down onto it.
Santana resisted the urge to tell her girlfriend that she’ll break it one day doing that and carried on getting changed. Then made her way to the window.
She was a little disappointed that Brittany had given up so easily, but she did have to find out what the Karofsky gang were importing into Gotham.
‘See you later, then’ she said with one leg out the window
‘Yeah, later’ Brittany said not even looking away from the TV and waving her hand.
Santana climbed out of the window and closed it behind her, she stood for a minute and watched Brittany flicking through the TV channels, stopping when she saw an interview with Bruce Wayne on the News, she had always had a soft spot for him, even if she didn’t know what he was talking about most of the time. Santana then turned and climbed down the fire escape.
What she hadn’t seen though, was that Brittany had been watching her out of the corner of her eye from the sofa, she was flicking through the channels, but she wasn’t watching what she was doing. When Santana had left the window Brittany was momentarily distracted by the handsome Mr Wayne, but had to stay focused on her new plan. She turned the TV off, grudgingly, and walked into the bedroom.
---
Santana had followed one of the Karofsky gang to an alley in downtown Gotham. It hadn’t taken her long to find a member of the gang; they’re normally pretty stupid and stick out like a sore thumb in any gang bar. For over a week she had been hearing whispers about the Karofsky’s importing a lot of machinery and weapons into Gotham. That wasn’t new for Gotham, but it was new for the gang. They normally just robbed shops or occasionally banks, importing goods seemed too organised and professional for them, so of course she had to investigate.
From her vantage point behind a bin she saw the gang member meeting another man, they talked for a while then things started being exchanged. This is it, Santana thought, she moved and crouched behind a closer bin, she got ready to confront the gang member and find out what he knew.
Just as she was about to start her attack something blocked her.
‘Hey baby!’ Came a cheerful voice
It was Brittany, she was hovering upside down face to face with her, hair falling towards the ground her long cape wrapped around her arm
‘Brit..... Supergirl? What the hell..?’
‘Hello Question’ Brittany said in an official sounding voice ‘What’ch doin’?’
I’m Trying to catch that guy’ she said exasperatedly pointing down the alley behind Brittany, she span round still upside down.
Of course the thugs had noticed them by now and were running for it.
‘Erm, he’s getting away’ Brittany said pointing, Santana rolled her eyes ‘Yeah’
In a flash of red and blue Brittany was off down the alley. The sight of her speeding towards them made the thugs scream in fear.
Brittany grabbed one of the running men by the collar of his jacket and held him up
‘Was it this one?’ She shouted to her girlfriend
‘No, The other one’ she shouted back
Brittany dropped the guy unceremoniously and flew to the other guy grabbing him by the jacket
‘This one?’
‘Yeah, that’s the one’
He squealed again, then his bravado kicked in.
‘Hey, let me go’
‘Sshh!’
‘Don’t shush me, you freak’
‘Hey’ Brittany said upset by the remark. The thug thought he was onto a winner by calling her names
‘Yeah! And what’s with the bright colours, bimbo’
Brittany looked down at her costume ‘I like bright colours and it’s a family thing....’ she trailed off
‘This is Gotham, stupid, no one wears bright colours here’
As they started getting closer to Santana, standing with her hands on her hips, attitude in full flow, he started wriggling to get free of Supergirl's grip
‘Stop wriggling, it won’t help’ Santana said
‘You’ll pay for this’ he threatened looking worried
‘Tell us what you’re importing and why’ Santana said, ignoring the “threat”
‘No way. I’m saying nothing’ he said folding his arms as he hung in the air
‘And I know you hero types, you don’t kill people, not the supers or the batfreaks, I don’t have to tell you anything’ he looked pleased with himself.
Santana grabbed his shirt and pulled him down towards her, with her mask on she looked pretty scary. He grimaced
‘ We might not kill people, but we do like hurting them’ she snarled then nodded upwards to Brittany, who smiled and flew up, she flew up past the top of the buildings that made up the alley, higher than Santana had expected, but any height is good for this.
She stopped when she was what she thought was height enough and the thug started to squirm again, Brittany just looked at him smiled sweetly and let him go. She stayed where she was watching him fall. He screams like a girl she thought, then shot downwards.
His whole pathetic life flashed before his eyes as he was metres from hitting the ground. Just as he put his arms up to his face (to do what he wasn’t sure, from that height his hands wouldn’t help) he was yanked to a stop and pulled up by his belt.
‘I think he peed himself’ Brittany fake whispered to Santana, she could see a faint smile under the mask.
‘So what is it that you’re importing and why?’ she repeated
He was now crying
Santana grabbed his face ‘What’s your name?’
‘k-k-k-Kevin’ he stuttered
‘Well, Kevin, if you just answer my question we’ll let you go, if you don’t Supergirl here will take you on another trip’
‘But she’ll kill me’
‘No, I won't’ Brittany said, then quickly covered her mouth, it was no good saying that if she wanted to scare him.
‘Not you’ he shook his head
‘Then who?’ Santana asked, he shook his head again
‘WHO?’ she shouted
‘Big S’
Big S? Who the hell’s Big S? Santana thought
‘She wants the stuff, she’s making Karofsky get it for her’ he blurted out ‘She’s building something, I was sent to get the place and time of a delivery, that’s all I know, I swear’
‘That better be all’ Santana threatened
‘It is, it is’ he whimpered
Brittany looked him over quickly with her x-ray vision and saw a piece of paper in his pocket, she fished it out and gave it to Santana. Santana waved her hand indicating to Brittany to drop him, which she did, straight into a puddle. He laid there crying ‘I hate Gotham’ he blubbed
Both Santana and Brittany watched him for a second then looked at each other
‘Hi’ Brittany said, she smiled and took Santana around the waist. They flew up out of the alley arms wrapped around each other.
‘Thanks for the help’
‘That’s okay’
‘I thought we agreed though....’
‘Yeah, I know but I thought I’d surprise you’
‘Well, you did that!’
‘Oh, that wasn’t the surprise’
‘No?’
‘No’ Brittany said, landing them on the top of the Robert Kane Memorial Bridge, she had laid out a blanket and had a basket full of food. It was a pretty good view of Gotham from up here and it would be even better when the sun rises.
‘I thought I’d surprise you with a confidential breakfast’ Brittany said sweeping her arm out to show the blanket and basket. She knelt down on the blanket, took Santana’s hand and pulled her down too.
‘Confid.....’ Santana puzzled
‘So I went to Paris and got us all this’
‘Oh, Continental!’ Santana realised
‘We have some of these crois.... cwa.... things, plain ones, chocolate ones, I got some bread, it’s still warm, and this’ She reached into the basket ‘Champagne! The proper French stuff, from the proper place’
‘Champagne?’ Alarm bells started to go off, Santana racked her brain but couldn’t think of what anniversary or special day she was missing. ‘Er, what’s the occasion?’ she asked cautiously.
‘No special occasion’ Brittany said, Santana relaxed ‘I just thought it would be nice, we haven’t seen a lot of each other in the last week, what with me helping people with volcano’s and saving animals from trees during the day and you doing whatever it is you do in alleys at night, I thought we could spend some time together’ she shrugged and smiled at her girlfriend
Santana took off her mask and hat and smiled back ‘How can you fly all the way to Paris and back and still look so gorgeous?’
Brittany giggled running a hand through her hair ‘I think it’s the Kryptonian genes’
Santana leaned over and placed a quick kiss on Brittany’s lips. She leaned down, ripped a croissant in half and bit into it. Before she could take another bite Brittany pushed her to the ground and lay on top of her, kissing her passionately.
‘How come you’re always pushing me to the floor?’ Santana asked when they parted lips, running her fingers through Brittany’s hair and looking into her blue eyes. Brittany sat up straddling Santana, her cape blowing in the wind.
‘It’s coz I’m super strong, stupid’ she said putting her arms up and flexing her biceps, looking from the left one to the right, laughing. Santana laughed back as she ran her hands up her girlfriend’s legs up to her bare midriff.
‘And super frickin’ hot too’
As Brittany leant back down and kissed her again, Santana decided that the Karofsky gang could wait until morning.
Episode 1: My Super Girlfriend
Episode 3 - A Night In The Life
Author: majorrogue
Pairing,Character(s): Brittany/Santana
Rating: okay for all, i think
Spoilers: none, it's a completely different universe
Summary: Santana's investigation gets interupted
Authur's Note: Again Santana is The Question and Brittany is Supergirl, If you aren't sure who they are take a look at my post Here where i've put some pictures of both characters. The Question is a sort of detective fighting crime and all that, she has no powers, but could kick your arse. And of course supergirl is, well, Supergirl!!
‘I’ve been thinking’
‘Oh, Yeah?’ came the response from the bedroom
‘Yeah, I thought I could come out with you tonight, y’know see what you do, help you out’
How to put her off gently, Santana thought. ‘Not tonight Hun, I have to follow up on a tip off from yesterday. And anyway I thought you wanted to do the dishes and tidy up?’
‘Yeah, I’ve finished already’
‘Damn super speed’ Santana said under her breath
‘I heard that’ Brittany shouted from the kitchen
‘Damn super hearing’ Santana said under her breath again, but with a smile
‘I heard THAT too!’ Brittany said, suddenly standing behind Santana and making her jump.
‘I know’
Brittany had a cheeky smile on her face as she placed her arms around Santana’s waist and rested her chin on her shoulder as they stood in front of their wardrobe.
‘No’ she said
‘Please’ Brittany pouted
‘Not tonight, babe’ Santana said opening the wardrobe. She pushing all the clothes away from one end and pulling on a lone hanger at the end. With a quiet swish the back of the wardrobe disappeared upwards. On the right hand side there were at least 10 Supergirl outfits and capes with a row of red boots underneath, next to them were multiply black trench coats, trousers and white shirts, under them a row of shoes and above them a shelf of black fedora’s ready to be picked. Along the left side there was all sorts of weapons and equipment that The Question might need; batons, super powerful torches and of course her trade mark Pseudoderm mask.
‘Fine, I’ll clean out the shower then, that volcano ash from this morning is everywhere’ Brittany said walking into the bathroom.
Santana started to get changed into her work clothes, as she was putting her shirt on Brittany was in front of her.
‘Right that’s done, who know ash was so hard to get rid of? Here, let me help you with those buttons, hot stuff!’ she said, but instead of doing up the buttons, she ran her hand down Santana’s stomach.
Santana closed her eyes and pressed her lips together trying not to react.
‘Don’t try to get round me like that, it won’t work’
‘You sure?’ Brittany said putting her hand at the top of Santana’s trousers.
‘Hhmm...’ Santana hummed thinking, What to do? What to do?
‘No, Important business, Important business to be done’ she said trying to convince herself more than Brittany
There was a blur of hands as Brittany did the buttons up in the blink of an eye. ‘Okay, Be careful, then’ Brittany said kissing Santana and walking into the living room, flying over the top of the sofa and dropping down onto it.
Santana resisted the urge to tell her girlfriend that she’ll break it one day doing that and carried on getting changed. Then made her way to the window.
She was a little disappointed that Brittany had given up so easily, but she did have to find out what the Karofsky gang were importing into Gotham.
‘See you later, then’ she said with one leg out the window
‘Yeah, later’ Brittany said not even looking away from the TV and waving her hand.
Santana climbed out of the window and closed it behind her, she stood for a minute and watched Brittany flicking through the TV channels, stopping when she saw an interview with Bruce Wayne on the News, she had always had a soft spot for him, even if she didn’t know what he was talking about most of the time. Santana then turned and climbed down the fire escape.
What she hadn’t seen though, was that Brittany had been watching her out of the corner of her eye from the sofa, she was flicking through the channels, but she wasn’t watching what she was doing. When Santana had left the window Brittany was momentarily distracted by the handsome Mr Wayne, but had to stay focused on her new plan. She turned the TV off, grudgingly, and walked into the bedroom.
---
Santana had followed one of the Karofsky gang to an alley in downtown Gotham. It hadn’t taken her long to find a member of the gang; they’re normally pretty stupid and stick out like a sore thumb in any gang bar. For over a week she had been hearing whispers about the Karofsky’s importing a lot of machinery and weapons into Gotham. That wasn’t new for Gotham, but it was new for the gang. They normally just robbed shops or occasionally banks, importing goods seemed too organised and professional for them, so of course she had to investigate.
From her vantage point behind a bin she saw the gang member meeting another man, they talked for a while then things started being exchanged. This is it, Santana thought, she moved and crouched behind a closer bin, she got ready to confront the gang member and find out what he knew.
Just as she was about to start her attack something blocked her.
‘Hey baby!’ Came a cheerful voice
It was Brittany, she was hovering upside down face to face with her, hair falling towards the ground her long cape wrapped around her arm
‘Brit..... Supergirl? What the hell..?’
‘Hello Question’ Brittany said in an official sounding voice ‘What’ch doin’?’
I’m Trying to catch that guy’ she said exasperatedly pointing down the alley behind Brittany, she span round still upside down.
Of course the thugs had noticed them by now and were running for it.
‘Erm, he’s getting away’ Brittany said pointing, Santana rolled her eyes ‘Yeah’
In a flash of red and blue Brittany was off down the alley. The sight of her speeding towards them made the thugs scream in fear.
Brittany grabbed one of the running men by the collar of his jacket and held him up
‘Was it this one?’ She shouted to her girlfriend
‘No, The other one’ she shouted back
Brittany dropped the guy unceremoniously and flew to the other guy grabbing him by the jacket
‘This one?’
‘Yeah, that’s the one’
He squealed again, then his bravado kicked in.
‘Hey, let me go’
‘Sshh!’
‘Don’t shush me, you freak’
‘Hey’ Brittany said upset by the remark. The thug thought he was onto a winner by calling her names
‘Yeah! And what’s with the bright colours, bimbo’
Brittany looked down at her costume ‘I like bright colours and it’s a family thing....’ she trailed off
‘This is Gotham, stupid, no one wears bright colours here’
As they started getting closer to Santana, standing with her hands on her hips, attitude in full flow, he started wriggling to get free of Supergirl's grip
‘Stop wriggling, it won’t help’ Santana said
‘You’ll pay for this’ he threatened looking worried
‘Tell us what you’re importing and why’ Santana said, ignoring the “threat”
‘No way. I’m saying nothing’ he said folding his arms as he hung in the air
‘And I know you hero types, you don’t kill people, not the supers or the batfreaks, I don’t have to tell you anything’ he looked pleased with himself.
Santana grabbed his shirt and pulled him down towards her, with her mask on she looked pretty scary. He grimaced
‘ We might not kill people, but we do like hurting them’ she snarled then nodded upwards to Brittany, who smiled and flew up, she flew up past the top of the buildings that made up the alley, higher than Santana had expected, but any height is good for this.
She stopped when she was what she thought was height enough and the thug started to squirm again, Brittany just looked at him smiled sweetly and let him go. She stayed where she was watching him fall. He screams like a girl she thought, then shot downwards.
His whole pathetic life flashed before his eyes as he was metres from hitting the ground. Just as he put his arms up to his face (to do what he wasn’t sure, from that height his hands wouldn’t help) he was yanked to a stop and pulled up by his belt.
‘I think he peed himself’ Brittany fake whispered to Santana, she could see a faint smile under the mask.
‘So what is it that you’re importing and why?’ she repeated
He was now crying
Santana grabbed his face ‘What’s your name?’
‘k-k-k-Kevin’ he stuttered
‘Well, Kevin, if you just answer my question we’ll let you go, if you don’t Supergirl here will take you on another trip’
‘But she’ll kill me’
‘No, I won't’ Brittany said, then quickly covered her mouth, it was no good saying that if she wanted to scare him.
‘Not you’ he shook his head
‘Then who?’ Santana asked, he shook his head again
‘WHO?’ she shouted
‘Big S’
Big S? Who the hell’s Big S? Santana thought
‘She wants the stuff, she’s making Karofsky get it for her’ he blurted out ‘She’s building something, I was sent to get the place and time of a delivery, that’s all I know, I swear’
‘That better be all’ Santana threatened
‘It is, it is’ he whimpered
Brittany looked him over quickly with her x-ray vision and saw a piece of paper in his pocket, she fished it out and gave it to Santana. Santana waved her hand indicating to Brittany to drop him, which she did, straight into a puddle. He laid there crying ‘I hate Gotham’ he blubbed
Both Santana and Brittany watched him for a second then looked at each other
‘Hi’ Brittany said, she smiled and took Santana around the waist. They flew up out of the alley arms wrapped around each other.
‘Thanks for the help’
‘That’s okay’
‘I thought we agreed though....’
‘Yeah, I know but I thought I’d surprise you’
‘Well, you did that!’
‘Oh, that wasn’t the surprise’
‘No?’
‘No’ Brittany said, landing them on the top of the Robert Kane Memorial Bridge, she had laid out a blanket and had a basket full of food. It was a pretty good view of Gotham from up here and it would be even better when the sun rises.
‘I thought I’d surprise you with a confidential breakfast’ Brittany said sweeping her arm out to show the blanket and basket. She knelt down on the blanket, took Santana’s hand and pulled her down too.
‘Confid.....’ Santana puzzled
‘So I went to Paris and got us all this’
‘Oh, Continental!’ Santana realised
‘We have some of these crois.... cwa.... things, plain ones, chocolate ones, I got some bread, it’s still warm, and this’ She reached into the basket ‘Champagne! The proper French stuff, from the proper place’
‘Champagne?’ Alarm bells started to go off, Santana racked her brain but couldn’t think of what anniversary or special day she was missing. ‘Er, what’s the occasion?’ she asked cautiously.
‘No special occasion’ Brittany said, Santana relaxed ‘I just thought it would be nice, we haven’t seen a lot of each other in the last week, what with me helping people with volcano’s and saving animals from trees during the day and you doing whatever it is you do in alleys at night, I thought we could spend some time together’ she shrugged and smiled at her girlfriend
Santana took off her mask and hat and smiled back ‘How can you fly all the way to Paris and back and still look so gorgeous?’
Brittany giggled running a hand through her hair ‘I think it’s the Kryptonian genes’
Santana leaned over and placed a quick kiss on Brittany’s lips. She leaned down, ripped a croissant in half and bit into it. Before she could take another bite Brittany pushed her to the ground and lay on top of her, kissing her passionately.
‘How come you’re always pushing me to the floor?’ Santana asked when they parted lips, running her fingers through Brittany’s hair and looking into her blue eyes. Brittany sat up straddling Santana, her cape blowing in the wind.
‘It’s coz I’m super strong, stupid’ she said putting her arms up and flexing her biceps, looking from the left one to the right, laughing. Santana laughed back as she ran her hands up her girlfriend’s legs up to her bare midriff.
‘And super frickin’ hot too’
As Brittany leant back down and kissed her again, Santana decided that the Karofsky gang could wait until morning.
Episode 1: My Super Girlfriend
Episode 3 - A Night In The Life