Studying the occupant of the pod intently through the thick glassy pane on the front, Ranma almost missed the small display marking the conversion’s progression from 75% complete to 76%. Biting his lip anxiously, he took a quick count and came up with sixteen pods, eight on either side of the hall, and all still processing their unwilling contents. “Shit.” With that final muttered curse, Ranma hit the big red button on the pod and stepped back as it hissed, spilling heavier-than air gasses across the floor as it slowly opened and exposed the female within. With a soft groan, and with a faint frown marring her beautiful features, the blonde leaned forward out of her slightly-reclining position and stumbled out of the pod into Ranma’s waiting arms.
The girl wasn’t overly difficult to recognize, even taking into account that the pigtailed Asian had only ever seen her in cartoons and comic books. Of course, the symbol displayed prominently across her impressive-for-a-teen chest was enough of a hint that even Kuno could have guessed her identity. “Supergirl, you alright?”
Kara shivered and buried her face into the crook of Ranma’s neck, wrapping slender, immensely strong arms around the martial artist. “I hate those things…why was I in there?”
“Some jerk called Ataru is kidnapping girls from all over the place, all different universes, to brainwash ‘em into being his harem.”
Tensing ever-so-slightly, the Argosian asked; “And you’re here because…?”
“Because the asshole kidnapped a bunch of girls from my universe, and I’m tryin’ to get them back.” He took a deep breath before continuing. “I don’t know what kinda security he’s got, or who he’s picked up to protect him, but when I saw you guys I figured I’d be better off getting’ you on my side than letting Ataru get you on his. I wouldn’t wanna have to try and fight Supergirl…”
A quick squeeze, and the blonde stepped back. “Well, I wouldn’t want to fight you either, cutey.” She frowned a little in realization. “…you never gave me your name.”
Ranma wasn’t quite in the frame of mind necessary for conversation, having gotten his first good look at the teenage superhero without having to squint through glass and fog. Her uniform was a little different than what he remembered. Her regular boots had been replaced by identically colored platform boots, leaving her only a hair shorter than the human before her. Her miniskirt had been replaced with a tight microskirt, and the brief flashes of red panties visible whenever she shifted in place made Ranma shuffle his feet a bit himself. His gaze drifting higher, the pigtailed wonder took in the flat tummy appreciatively, then moved on to the tight white shirt. The very tight, very short white shirt that almost exposed the underside of a perky pair of breasts, and looked like it would turn transparent if Kara so much as broke into a light sweat. From what he could remember, the white gloves were the same as the original pair, but the red cape had been trimmed down to just brush against the top of the wearer’s rump. When he finally brought his eyes back up to her face, Ranma blanched at the amused, knowing, Nabiki-esque smirk gracing the cherry red lips. “I’msorry!”
“Nothing to be sorry about, I’m enjoying the view, too.” Kara’s eyes flashed as they strayed down to his waist, and she licked her lips. “Very nice…anyway, what was your name again, in case I need to scream it out later?”
Not entirely sure how to take that comment, it took a second for the martial artist to answer. “Um…Ranma. Ranma Saotome.”
“Ranma? That’s Wild Horse in Japanese, isn’t it?” When the boy nodded, Supergirl grinned widely, almost leering. “Even better. How about we crack the rest of the hotties out of their tubes, beat this Ataru jerk’s head in, then go someplace tropical to get better acquainted?”
The pigtailed teen hesitated for a moment, but a quiet voice in the back of his head screaming ‘say yes, you moron!’ made up his mind for him. “Okay, sounds like a plan. How about I open the pods on one side, and you open the others?”
A troubled expression formed on Kara’s face, and she shook her head slowly. “For some reason I don’t think that’s such a good idea. You open them up and send the girls my way so I can explain a few things to them.”
Shrugging, Ranma glanced at the little monitor on the next tank, saw the 78% complete sign, and decided to get the hell on with it, slapping the red button and stepping back a bit. The redhead that tumbled into Ranma’s arms was showing off less flesh than Supergirl, but only just barely. Covering her feet were shin-high yellow boots similar to Kara’s, after which were bare legs until you came to the tiniest pair of pitch-black hot pants, tight enough to look painted on and barely more than twice the length of the wide yellow belt keeping them secured low on the wearer’s hips. The tight black top came down a little lower than Supergirl’s little white number, but had a bright yellow bat insignia splashed across the front in place of a stylized ‘S’, and long sleeves leading to scalloped yellow gloves. The pointy-eared cowl and short cape topped-off Batgirl’s look, though the glazed and confused look in her eyes detracted somewhat from her slightly sinister, definitely sexy appearance.
“Hey Batgirl, I’m Ranma. The reason we’re here is kind of a long story, but Supergirl can fill you in while I free the others, ok?”
When Batgirl showed no inclination towards leaving Ranma’s arms, Supergirl rolled her eyes and blurred over, wrapping her arms around the Gothamite’s waist and gently dragging her away. “Come on Babs, the stud has work to do. Don’t worry, when all this is over you get to go second.”
THAT got the redhead’s attention, judging by the way she perked up significantly. “Second?”
“I called dibs on him first, but there’s no-one around to challenge you for second, is there?” The Maid of Steel eyed Commissioner Gordon’s daughter appreciatively for a moment before offering, “But if you don’t mind sharing, I suppose you could join me in first place.”
Standing in front of the slowly opening third pod, Ranma shivered and did his best to ignore the sinister little giggles coming from the female protégés of the DC Universes finest superhero duo.
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