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It seemed impossible, but Karen looked even better as a businesswoman than she did as Power Girl. At least, Kon was used to seeing her as Power Girl. As Karen Starr, she wore a smart business suit. No jewelry except for a black choker around her neck, contrasting vividly with her fair skin and cream-colored suit. Her thick thighs folded over each other—unlike when she was in costume, she wore dark hose down to her wedge boots. And her hair was a brunette wig done up in a bun. Her heavy-framed glasses continued the dominatrix edge that was just subtle enough to be deniable.

As Superman’s ally, Power Girl would of course never be up for any kind of kinky sex. Kon didn’t think the same applied to Karen Starr. And that wasn’t even getting to her stupendous breasts, hidden under a buttoned jacket that nonetheless made clear that her blouse was thin and it was skintight. As just about any garment would have to be on those wonderfully oversized hills.

“Can’t tell you how glad I am that you’re in charge of Lexcorp—crazy as that sounds. Starr Industries was on the verge of a takeover when Lex croaked. Now that he’s gone, the shoe’s on the other foot.”

Kon’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean? You want to take us over?”

“’Us’?” Karen asked. Then shook her head. “No, not at all. Think of it as a merger. Better yet, as a partnership. I’ve been active in the business community for many years now. I could mentor you in how best to maintain Lexcorp.”

“By making it a subsidiary of Starr Industries?”

It was Karen’s turn to frown. “What would be so bad about that? You can’t tell me you want to sit in an office all day.”

“Why not? You do.”

“I don’t have to worry about whatever sick games Lex is, was playing. There’s no way you got this company with no strings attached.”

“Hey, I’ve been handling Lex for a while. How many times have you fought him? And were you alone, or did you have Steel and the rest of the funky bunch backing you up?”

“Were you alone or did you have the Young Teen Outsiders backing you up?”

“We’ve never called ourselves the Outsiders!”

Karen leaned forward. He saw even more of her cleavage. Kon could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. “Look, Kon, you know you’re not qualified to run this place. There aren’t many people who are that you can also trust. Maybe Bruce Wayne, maybe Ted Kord—probably not Ted Kord. But when you’re in a shareholder meeting all day, do you want to be sitting across from them or sitting across from me?”

“Well, you may have read into this from all the goons I’ve beat up, but I’m not into edging. Maybe I’d rather get nothing from Ted Kord than blue balls from you.”

Karen arched an eyebrow. “Alright, that’s something you wouldn’t want from me. Now what would you like?”

“Like?” Kon asked, frozen with sweat gathering on his brow. He’d expected Karen’s usual ferocious dismissal to his usual come-ons.

“Cmon, Kon… show me you know how to negotiate. It’s an important skill in the business world—especially if you like to be on top.”