<strong>Place:</strong>Citadel of Steel<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>None<br/><br/>It had been a few hours since Pee-Gee had made her way into the lavish lounge, a room decorated with comfy crimson couches, a small coffee table in the centre, and a giant flat-screen television against a clear white wall.  A tray of cold tea and half-eaten biscuits sat on the table while the TV flashed with images of the day’s news, its sound currently muted. As for Karen, after a bit of munchies, a bit of news and a bit of pacing on the blue carpet, she had finally settled on some much needed retrospection before a nearby mirror.<br/><br/>Power Girl bit her lower lip thoughtfully as she gazed into the reflective surface, arms semi-folded with her chin resting thoughtfully on a loosely held fist. She had been there for some time, just thinking, often of important matters but mostly of her suit and its supposedly bold but controversial display.<br/><br/>Her breasts had become something of a phenomenon since she had donned her new outfit, with the infamous “boob-window” - as it was so horribly dubbed - developing into a topic of some debate. As Power Girl understood it, there were two sides in the heated discussion, those who advocated the display and those who were against it. In Pee-Gee’s opinion however they were all focused on the wrong area. She liked the window and so it was there to stay, no matter the outcome of any silly argument. The whole reason she had cut the opening in the first place was to show off a little and now she had the most famous boobs in the world. So, mission accomplished, sort of…<br/><br/>The only real issue she had with her attire was the lack of any pants or skirt; now that was something she would have liked to see some debate on! She was already picturing something skin-tight and red to cover her legs or perhaps something more nostalgic like a pleated mini-skirt. The thought of simply extending her white suit over her legs had also crossed her mind but came across as a little dorky. There was also the question of the types of footwear or gloves she should sport, the modern look was nice but she could also dive back into her pirate-booties at any time.<br/><br/>As these designs played through her mind, the kryptonian continued to admire her reflection, only to frown as she heard a nervous “Ahem” from the room’s entrance.<br/><br/>Pee-Gee turned to face the servant, placing a hand on her hip as she addressed the man. “So, any sign of Supes yet,” she huffed with a hint of impatience, having waited for over two hours already. “Uh- That is- Er,” the man stuttered, only to be shocked into silence by the loud snap of a kryptonian’s fingers. The message was clear, she wanted silence. It had been a long day and her patience was at the very edge, especially with this sudden disappearance of Superman.<br/><br/>Her frown deepened as she pondered what to make of the situation. “Is he avoiding me,” she thought quietly to herself, “Or is this sorry sod too afraid to disturb him?” Power Girl found the very notion ridiculous but the sight of the quivering young man cast a sliver of truth to that last thought. The poor soul looked absolutely terrified and it brought out a mix of pity and anger in the kryptonian. It made her want to grab him by the collar and shake some sense into him, to hopefully get a rise out of him and spark some of that rebellious pride humans were known for. It wouldn’t work but she was certainly tempted to try…<br/><br/>That was the one thing Pee-Gee hated most about this new dimension, a lack of will. The trait which she had admired in so many Earthlings had turned into something of a rare commodity in this space and time. Even in the face of overwhelming odds, she had always appreciated the readiness of men and women to stand and fight for their freedoms and beliefs. To see this spirit crushed to such a degree was heart-breaking. Now, the only few who appeared to epitomise this strength of will were Batman and Nightwing, a fact which amplified her growing disenchantment with the warped dimension. The one, dwindling, silver lining in the entire realm was that she could look upon the faces of those she had lost and even that was beginning to feel hollow…<br/><br/>Power Girl revered the replicas of all her old mentors and followed their instructions to the letter but she could never bring herself to treat them with the same adoration of those in her own realm. Despite their disturbingly similar appearances and attitudes, she knew deep down that these weren’t the same people. They were nothing but doppelgangers who abused their power to subjugate the people of Earth. Still, a part of her hoped to bring out some of the good that she knew they had, and that was why she was looking for Superman. It had taken some time but she had finally worked up the courage to put her foot down and discuss how unacceptable she found the whole situation. And now Superman was gone…<br/><br/>“I-If it helps, I know where to find Supergirl and Wond-,” the servant started, only to once again be silenced as Power Girl aggressively interjected with a sharp, “No!” She clenched her teeth at just the thought.<br/><br/>Pee-Gee just couldn’t bring herself to approach Supergirl, it was far too unnerving; much like staring too deeply into your own reflection until you got the sense it might just jump out and grab you. The fact that she could read her duplicate like a book didn’t help either, there were too many familiar mannerisms, habits and subtle gestures that struck a chord. Unfortunately, Power Girl didn’t doubt that such observations would behave like a two-way street and so she simply kept her distance, avoiding any extended contact whenever possible.<br/><br/>As for Wonder Woman, the kryptonian wasn’t sure that she would be all that welcoming of her proposals. After all, from what Pee-Gee had gleaned, the Amazonian queen was the one who had initiated the entire fall into a medieval system of Houses. No, Superman was the only one who could affect any change. There was Batman, of course, but the thought of asking him for any help almost made Power Girl laugh out loud. She respected his bravery but she didn’t believe he had a chance at all of winning against the more powerful houses.<br/><br/>“Just… Just keep looking for him,” Power Girl eventually sighed, shaking her head in frustration as the servant disappeared from sight.