The high-security wing of the government prison was a labyrinth of cold, metallic corridors, the air thick with the sterile scent of disinfectant and despair. Power Girl strode in, her crimson cape billowing behind her like a storm cloud, the dim fluorescent lights glinting off her iconic white costume. Her boots clacked with purpose against the concrete floor, each step a declaration of dominance in this forsaken hellhole. Her steely blue eyes scanned the surroundings, taking in the reinforced steel doors and the faint hum of electrified barriers. This place was built to cage monsters, and she was here to claim one.
She stopped at a reinforced table near a heavily fortified cell, her gloved finger tapping rhythmically against the scratched metal surface. Her gaze dropped to the file in her other hand, the words “Levi Williams - Cadmus Experiment - Danger Level 4” glaring up at her in stark black ink. A clone of Doomsday, engineered for destruction. Her lips curled into a smirk, a sharp edge of amusement cutting through her otherwise stern demeanor.
“Well, isn’t that just poetic,” she muttered to herself, her voice dripping with sardonic bite. “Create a weapon as strong as Doomsday, and then lock it up because you’re too damn scared to control it. Idiots.”
Her boots resumed their authoritative echo as she approached the cell, the reinforced glass shimmering with a faint energy field. Inside, a figure loomed—a hulking, grey-skinned man with a brooding intensity that could shatter stone. Levi Williams sat in a secondary cage within the cell, his massive frame hunched, muscles rippling even in stillness. Power Girl peered through the glass, her gaze unflinching, sizing him up like a predator assessing prey.
“Alright, big guy,” she declared, her voice slicing through the silence with unyielding authority. “I’m here to spring you. But first, I need to know—do you plan on hurting anyone once you’re out?”
Levi’s head lifted slowly, his eyes meeting hers through the barrier. His voice was gravelly, rough as the jagged edge of a cliff. “No.”
The word had barely left his lips when, in a shocking blur of instinct, his body reacted. A hot, unexpected release splattered across her chest, soaking into the pristine white fabric of her costume. Levi’s expression twisted into one of raw shame, his massive hands clenching the bars of his inner cage as if he could crush his own humiliation.
Power Girl blinked, her jaw tightening for a split second before she rolled her eyes with an exasperated sigh. She wiped at her costume with a gloved hand, smearing the mess, and shot him a glare laced with mock irritation. “Really? They *always* go for the tits. You’d think Cadmus could’ve programmed some originality into you.”
She turned on her heel, her cape snapping with the motion as she started to walk away. “Forget it. I’m out.”
“Wait!” Levi’s voice boomed, desperate and raw, stopping her mid-step. “It’s not my fault. Cadmus—they did this to me. Messed with my head, my body. I can’t control it.”
She pivoted slowly, crossing her arms under her chest, which only seemed to draw his tortured gaze further. Her eyebrow arched, unimpressed. “Oh, poor you. Care to elaborate, or should I just assume you’re a walking disaster with no off-switch?”
Levi’s jaw clenched, resentment burning in his dark eyes as he forced the words out. “They mixed Superman and Doomsday’s DNA. Wanted a weapon to take down Kryptonians. But they didn’t stop there. They… exaggerated certain traits. For breeding. Made me this way on purpose. I’m not just a monster—I’m their damn experiment gone wrong.”
Before she could respond, another awkward, involuntary shudder wracked his frame, and a second release hit her—this time across her face. Power Girl froze, her expression a mask of incredulity as Levi stammered, “I—I’m sorry. I swear, I’m trying. I just… I hate being seen as nothing but this. A thing. A mistake.”
She wiped her cheek with the back of her hand, her lips twitching into a smirk despite herself. Her voice was laced with playful scorn as she pointed a finger at him. “You’re still hard as a rock, and you haven’t stopped staring at my chest since I walked in. Don’t play the tragic hero with me, big guy. I see right through you.”
Levi’s grey skin flushed a darker shade, his gaze dropping to the floor as he muttered, “The guards… they used to leave magazines. For, uh, relief. They’re all gone now. It’s been… rough.”
Power Girl let out a dramatic sigh, her hands moving to her hips as she regarded him with a mix of pity and exasperation. “Fine. I get it. Must be painful, walking around like a loaded cannon with no trigger to pull.” In a bold, commanding move, she tugged down the top of her costume, unveiling her ample chest with a casual confidence that left no room for argument. “Let’s get this over with.”
Levi’s eyes widened, his breath hitching as she stepped closer to the bars, her presence overwhelming. With a practiced ease, she took control, offering a titjob that was as much a power play as it was a release. His massive frame shuddered, and within moments, he released heavily into her cleavage, a groan of relief escaping his lips as he slumped against the bars.
“S-sorry,” he mumbled, sheepish and breathless. “Been holding it in too long.”
She scoffed, brushing off the mess with a flick of her wrist, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “What a shocker. No stamina. Guess Cadmus didn’t think that part through either.”
Without waiting for another apology, she reached for the control panel beside the cell, her fingers punching in the override code with decisive precision. The cage within the cell unlocked with a sharp *click*, the bars sliding open. She fixed him with a look that brooked no defiance. “Get up. You’re coming with me. I’m not leaving you here to make a mess of someone else’s day.”
Levi hesitated for only a moment before nodding, his hulking form stepping out of the cage, dwarfing her even as she led the way. Power Girl didn’t look back as she strode toward the exit, her voice cutting through the silence. “Keep up, big guy. You’re staying at my place tonight. And don’t even think about making me regret this.”
As they moved through the corridors, her mind raced. She wasn’t just taking in a stray—she was claiming a weapon, a liability, and maybe something more. But one thing was certain: whatever game Cadmus had started, Power Girl was going to finish it on her terms.
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