Nighthawk: A Superhero Story (closed for Siobhancan99)

As Monica’s hands caressed and explored her body, Gabi let out soft sighs of pleasure and the occasional short, bashful giggle. Her perky nipple hardened at the touch, and a moment later, both nipples were outlined by the clingy form of her nightshirt. “Mmm…you make me feel sexy,” the lovely young woman said as she pressed her lips against Monica’s.

Gabi’s tongue applied just the right amount of pressure at just the right pace. A few seconds later, the brunette pulled back and looked her in the eyes. “Ohh…that’s it,” she said, momentarily licking her lips, as her girlfriend’s hands roamed, “I’m all yours, carino.” She softly pecked at Monica’s neck, then began to slowly kiss a line down toward her collar. Hesitating for a moment, Gabi let the weight of one of Monica’s breasts rest in her hand. She supported it gingerly, as if she were handling some delicate, precious object, then put her moist lips against the spot just behind Monica’s ear.

“You turn me on so much,” she breathed in a voice stripped of much of its usual bubbliness, the raw desire in her voice almost sounding like it’d come from another woman entirely, while her fingers cupped Monica’s breast.

"I'm going to need a cold shower after. Maybe 2."
 
"Good" Monica sighed. She'd been worried maybe Gabi was in love with her and felt like that was enough. Gabi being excited by her, liking touching her, that was important. She kissed Gabi's breast, then gently pushed her top up, but not off, so she could see her roommate. "Wow you are... so fucking hot" she leaned in, hesitating. This was like a "there's going to be a moment where you can't say you've never done this before" feeling like even though it was such a minor threshold, she felt like in a way it was momentous. She leaned in and just very gently drew a nipple into her mouth. She knew in her head it wasn't enough pressure but she was so scared of being too strong, though ... she didn't seem to have super suction power so... still. She flicked with her tongue then looked up at Gabi "is that ok? more? less?" running her hands along Gabi's back, tenderly touching before leaning in and trying a little firmer tug with her lips, still scared of being too rough. She'd let Gabi let her know how she liked it.
 
A look of pure contentment came across Gabi’s lips and her eyes closed as Monica took the very tip of her breast into her mouth. “It feels good,” she said, running both hands through her girlfriend’s hair and stroking the back of her head. “You feel good.”

Gabi drew Monica’s face closer to her chest. As Monica tugged a little harder and pressed her tongue against the soft brown flesh of her nipple, Gabi let out a soft gasp. “Ohh. That’s good, querida. I love your lips.” She continued to rub Monica’s head. “Mmm, a little more,” the brown-haired girl purred. She looked down at her girlfriend, seemingly admiring the sight of her mouth on her breast, a smile on her face. Gabi’s eyes flickered open and shut as Monica’s tongue caressed the sensitive skin.
 
Monica ran her hands along Gabi's back and then down to cup her ass. She kneaded it, using about the same pressure she would have for grabbing Tom. She figured Humans were probably equally resilient. She looked up at Gabi, and increased the pull of her lips, encouraged by the soft sounds of pleasure and Gabi's words. Her hands massaged and spread the full cheeks of Gabi's pleasantly round ass, and as she flicked her tongue across the tip of Gabi's pert nipple, she studied her face for reactions, wanting some sign that what she was doing was wanted, that it was being received well. This was all new territory, both emotionally and physically, and she wanted to get it right. The scientist in her needed to experiment and calibrate and experiment again. She lashed her tongue softly across the tip of Gabi's perked flesh, then released and switched, trying the same to the other.
 
“Ohh.” Gabi moaned quietly, and Monica could feel her grasp at the hair on the back of her head more tightly. “Mmmm.” She’d closed her eyes now, and alternated between a pleased, gorgeous smile, and softly biting her lip. “Ohhh, that feels so good, sweetie. I love your lips on me.”

Gabi glanced behind her and saw her girlfriend’s hands feeling the swell of her rear end. “Yess. Grab my ass, querida.”

As Monica’s tongue explored both nipples, Gabi brushed aside some of her own dark hair while her lips hung open as if she was hungry for air. She looked down at Monica adoringly, kissing her forehead once, twice, then a third time, before pulling her face in between the warm, delicate curves of her light brown breasts. “Yesss. Go ahead.” She kissed the top of Monica’s head fervently while cupping Monica’s clothed upper back with one of her hands.
 
Monica buried her face in the more generous cleavage of her roommate and girlfriend. She sighed, liking the softness against her skin. She kissed between them, sucking and lightly nibbling at each nipple, just experimenting and listening to how Gabi reacted. Each little gasp or sigh or moan making her happier and happier. Her one hand kneaded Gabi's ass, pulling her in against her a little tighter. She kissed up to her neck, sucking just below the ear, purring "shame we have tests tomorrow" she tugged at Gabi's earlobe, then ran her tongue along it "you're so fucking beautiful Gabi" her hand sliding from Gabi's hair to trace the line of her back. She ran her fingers softly along Gabi's skin, exploring it, really mapping the contours of her body. She kissed to her lips, hungry for them, sucking at each, feeling the pillowy softness of her pouty lower lip "I kinda fucking love kissing you. I could just kiss and kiss you for the rest of the night till the sun came up"
 
“And you are the girl of my dreams, princesa,” Gabi said. In lifting Gabi’s sleep shirt to lick her perky breasts, she could see her girlfriend’s robin’s-egg-blue pair of cotton panties. The brunette wrapped her legs around Monica as she sat up on her bed. “You’re so perfect. So hot.” She kissed Monica with abandon now, hugging her tightly and massaging her lips and tongue with her own. Her delicate hands cupped Monica’s chin.

“God, yes,” Gabi said, looking Monica in the eye before pressing her humid mouth against Monica’s neck for another kiss. “I want to feel your lips all over my body.”

She tilted Monica’s chin upward gently. “I don’t know how much farther I can go tonight without completely losing my mind,” she said, hints of a grin on her face. She gently rubbed her girlfriend’s cheek. “As much as I want to just completely lose control with you…I want to make sure the time is right for you.”
 
Monica sighed "we should probably simmer down and get to bed. Failing out of college because I was making out with pretty girls would basically make me Nolan." She rolled her eyes and laughed, then kissed along Gabi's neck "I want it, but I want it to be special too. And not sleepy at 1230 at night on a school night" She laughed and kissed along Gabi's shoulder "I'm gonna get up in a sec and move around and brush my teeth again and try to get into a more sleep time frame of mind" her hands kept roaming though, stroking the petal soft skin of her love. "God when did you get so hot?" She laughed and planted little kisses all along Gabi's skin, her fingers brushing her side, till finally she extricated herself "soon. I promise."
 
Monica sighed "we should probably simmer down and get to bed. Failing out of college because I was making out with pretty girls would basically make me Nolan." She rolled her eyes and laughed, then kissed along Gabi's neck "I want it, but I want it to be special too. And not sleepy at 1230 at night on a school night" She laughed and kissed along Gabi's shoulder "I'm gonna get up in a sec and move around and brush my teeth again and try to get into a more sleep time frame of mind" her hands kept roaming though, stroking the petal soft skin of her love. "God when did you get so hot?" She laughed and planted little kisses all along Gabi's skin, her fingers brushing her side, till finally she extricated herself "soon. I promise."
 
Gabi nodded and gave Monica a little squeeze with her thighs. “I was feeling sleepy but the moment you got your hands on me, it was like I’d just pounded five energy drinks,” she said with a smile. When Monica mentioned getting up, the brown-haired girl said, “Yeah…I think I need to go to my room for…a few minutes,” she said.

Gabi smiled. “Well, some of us have to go the gym and eat right and all that,” she replied, letting out soft, contented sounds as Monica kissed her again.

“Go,” the Latina said, mock-shooing her away. “Unless you want a little show…” She hiked her sleep shirt up so that it revealed a swath of her blue underwear again, then briefly traced her index finger down the hemline that met the delicate flesh of her right thigh. She let out a short, mischievous laugh and stood up from the bed, then playfully shoved Monica out of the room before going off to her own bedroom.
 
Monica blushed thinking about it. It was so private and so she was honestly at once a little scandalized and tantalized. She mumbled something and went to go brush her teeth, trying not to think about Gabi getting herself off in the other room. She sighed and ran the water to cover the soft sounds of Gabi's pleasure, then went into her room and tacked the curtains to the wall before getting into bed. When Gabi came back she made room, though the bed was really small "we have to get a single with a queen next year" she sighed and wriggled around, spooning the other girl. "Remind me to reach out to that Morgan dude about the journalist thing tomorrow" She yawned, then fell asleep holding her girl.
 
In the morning, Monica had received an email sent to her psychology class by Melanie noting that she would be taking leave for the remainder of the semester and that her two TAs would be taking over the course. As Monica headed back to campus for her Engineering Design & Communication class following morning Krav Maga training, she received a text from Gabi:

Gabi: Would rather be in bed with you :heart:

That evening, as Gabi was gearing up for a meeting of the LSA, Monica noticed a news story about herself—or at least her alter-ego—popping up in her newsfeed. One of the candidates running for District Attorney, a woman named Fiona Haigler, had been asked to comment on the “masked woman” and her relationship with the police: “Frankly, I find it deeply, deeply unsettling. The fact that we have to rely on some mystery woman in a mask to do the work of our police department speaks volumes about the failures of Ron Delacourt, Chief Bell, and Mayor Lazarra,” she was quoted as saying, Delacourt apparently being the current D.A. When asked what she do about her, Haigler said, “We will have a zero-tolerance policy for vigilantes, and that would also apply to anyone within the police force who provides any sort of information or aid to vigilantes.”

A quick search revealed that after a late surge, Haigler was running neck and neck with Ron Delacourt, with a relatively youthful prosecutor named Daunte Ellis a respectable third. Until now, most of the on-the-record comments on Monica had been positive or neutral at worst, which seemed politically savvy given her general popularity thus far. Haigler was outspending Delacourt by nearly a 3-to-1 margin, with one of her major contributors and supporters being Joseph Lowell, Paterson Lowell’s father.
 
Monica sighed, then hit on a plan. She emailed Morgan from the vigilante account, offering to meet and make a public statement in response to Haigler. She sighed and looked over her emails from Knapp. She couldn't get into the club but she could watch it, at the very least. maybe see who came and went. Not being 21 was a bitch. She was hot enough to maybe get in but she was wary of going anywhere unmasked. If the real her was showing up too many places she might end up on someone's radar. For now though, she could see who came and went, and maybe look to see if there was trouble or some kind of retaliatory strike. She wasn't real sure what to do and she didn't want to bring down any heat on Knapp bugging him for more info. Plus he seemed legitimately trying to focus on Hadley, which was good. She parked the sliver on a nearby building and jumped roof to roof, going over to observe the club. Worst came to worst maybe there'd be some street crime she could break up.
 
Monica watched. Being a Tuesday night, it was a little slow, but what the patrons lacked in numbers they made up for in conspicuous consumption. Stylish and expensive fashions, jewelry, and vehicles were the order of the night.

As the night went on, Monica could feel the toll of her late night with Gabi and early morning of Krav Maga catching up with her. Her eyes were nearly closing when she spotted a familiar face as she was taking another look at the rear entrance of Blue Sofia. Shaun was hauling an industrial-sized bag of trash out of the back, dressed in a white shirt and black pants past a red-haired man dressed similarly standing outside smoking a cigarette. After taking a minute to stop and talk with his apparent coworker, Gabi’s ex headed back inside.
 
"Well fuck" She sighed and watched Shaun go into the club. Part of her wondered if he could get her in, but part of her was like "oh hey I fuck your girlfriend now, mind sneaking me illegally into a club" wasn't likely on the menu. Might have to be at some point. She should talk to Gabi and see if Gabi was aware of the job. In part she was concerned that something might happen that would involve Shaun. The plain fact of the matter was she felt fucking bad she was Gabi's girlfriend, because she liked Shaun. She liked him a lot. Dammit. She inhaled, then exhaled and figured she'd text Gabi and see if she knew anything about him working there. She could always make decisions later. "Babe? Shaun works at the blue iguana?"
 
As Monica waited for Gabi to reply, she received an email from Morgan, who she'd found was Assistant Editor of the school paper which went by the name of The Weekly Record, though he had also interned at the Prospect City Herald.

"Hello. Thank you for reaching out. I would be more than willing to meet with you and hear your side of the story. Please let me know a convenient time and place.

Sincerely,


Morgan Hughes"

Gabi texted back: “I know he was applying for a second job at a place called blue something. Why?”

Another cluster of well-to-do men and women approached the club, preparing to enter. It was a little past 10:30 now.
 
Monica sighed and texted back "Think I saw him there is all." Gabi didn't need to worry about the guy. She decided she'd wait till he got off work, then confront him in her current guise. She emailed Morgan "Can meet tomorrow, after dark. Name a time and place, somewhere public enough you feel safe, obviously."

She was at a loss on how to go forward. She'd talk to Shaun, see what he could tell her about the club and what was going on in there. not for the first time, she wished she was 21.
 
“Oh,” Gabi texted back. “I will probably be asleep by the time that you get home. Be safe, princesa!”

Not long after Monica’s latest email reply, Morgan emailed back: “How about Kindler Park? 11 PM near the World War II monument?” Kindler was a park in one of the more gentrified neighborhoods of Prospect City. “I think we’ll have privacy then.”

It was approaching midnight when Monica saw Shaun walking out the rear entrance, backpack slung over one shoulder. He passed a couple who were pressed against the wall of the club making out. Shaun moved through the parking lot, slipping on his earbuds.
 
Monica dropped down to the ground, moving swiftly to catch up with Shaun. She almost used her regular voice, but stopped and made herself use her "batman" voice. "Hold up" She growled, though she tensed as this was a bad neighborhood and Shaun might either bolt, or turn and try to tackle her. She didn't want to hurt him at all. Just talk to him, see if there was any way to get inside or if he knew anything about what was going on. Once again, she lamented that there wasn't a school for superheroes. God that would be so fucking useful right now.
 
The handsome twenty-something turned toward Monica. Immediately, he puts his hands out, palms open and the tips of his fingers pointing toward the moonlit sky. “I don’t want any trouble,” he said, shaking his head. “I just got out of work and I’m trying to catch the Metro. You want the bag? All it is is dirty work clothes.”

Now he seemed to look a little closer. “Wait. Are you…?”
 
"I am." She stepped forward a little bit. "And I'd like a word. About the club" She gestured "And the things that go on in there. My informants tell me the owners are connected to a bad man. The kind of man that makes MS-13 look like good solid respectable citizens. The man who tried to steal the high tech super suit from First Line."

She crossed her arms "I hear a lot of bad shit gets done behind the scenes at that place. II thought to myself... this looks like a pretty fine upstanding young man. Maybe the kind of young man who has seen a few things he'd prefer not to have seen and keeps quiet because he needs the job. But you know, maybe a young man who would feel a lot better if he had someone to tell those things to. Someone who might be able to do something."
 
Shaun glanced back toward the club, a slightly pained look on his face. “A bad man? Is this about that Imperial guy? I’ve heard the rumors,” he said. “Can’t say I’ve seen anything too sketchy—I mean, beyond the usual nightclub routine: drugs, people fucking in random places. Is that the kind of thing you’re asking about? I mean, not the sex—drugs and rich people being assholes?”

“The only thing I heard about the Imperial is apparently the two guys who were the first ones to ever mention his name used to be regulars. I forget their names, but one of them apparently got killed in prison and the other one used to date a bartender here. The bartender’s named Lily…Loffler. She’s off tonight but…” Shaun hesitated. “I can give you her number but...she’s not in trouble, is she?”
 
Monica shook her head "No. She's not in trouble. When does she work again? I want to swing by and maybe talk to her." She shifted "She's probably not going to be super into talking to some random person about whatever is going on over the phone, in case it is a trap. At least if I show up and she meets me... she can see its me. The lady fromTV." She shrugged "So if you just let me know when she might be around, i can drop in and leave you the fuck out of whatever is going on. That way nobody has to inquire as to how I found her. Keeps you safe."
 
“I think she’s back on Thursday,” Shaun said. “She’s trans. Long, straight, dark hair, kind of, like…angular cheekbones.” He let out a short cough. “I, uh…I know the girl you saved last week. Hadley Knapp. One of the girls you saved. She’s a—she’s a friend of my—an ex. Recent ex.” Shaun’s face fell a bit. “Anyway, uh…keep up the good work? Thank you for your service? I don’t really know what to say, but…keep it up.”
 
Monica sighed and felt like absolute shit. She couldn't let that show in her voice. She had to be confident. She had to project authority. She had to be reassuring and not cry and say how sorry she was that she stole his girlfriend, because in retrospect it was kind of shitty of her. Even if well. No. it sucked. It just sucked all around. She nodded though. "Thank you. It means a lot to me to know that real people are benefitting from my work. " She let Shaun go, then took notes. Lily Loffler. Maybe she should do a little snooping about her. Thursday night though... god dammit. not a great night. She could spend the early part of the night with Gabi though, as she'd be trying to catch the girl on her way out since she couldn't get in. God, they never showed Robin getting carded in comic books but she had such a paranoia about it. Plus she couldn't really use her real face. Man, the complications of being a superhero. OR you know, a superpowered shitheel of a girlfriend stealer. Depending on your perspective.
 
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