Superheroine Thieves

I was on routine patrol when it happened.

Let me back up. Let me introduce myself. My name is Mitch Williamson. You know me better as Mister Lucky, the superhero. You know, the guy who belongs to the otherwise all-female superteam out of Detroit. The luckiest guy in the world, some say. I did hit the Mega Millions jackpot for over 200 million right after I got my powers from those aliens. That was pretty weird in itself, but that is a story for another time.

This story is about my first adventure as a superhero. This happened before I was accepted into the Detroit Super Squad and relates directly as to why I was inducted. The Squad had an all-female (8 in total) lineup at that time.

Before I get down to business, I need to give you a brief rundown on my powers. This is all public knowledge these days, as is my identity, so no secrets are being betrayed here. My skin is about as tough as an elephant's hide, when it needs to be. I age at about half the rate of ordinary humans (I look like I am in my early 20s, when I am really 44). I can become Invisible, can slowly regenerate damage, can move very small objects mentally, and can see through anything that is not alive. In other words, I can watch everyone walk around nude, if I want.

But my greatest power is Mind Control. Anyone I control is my puppet, and will have no memory of anything that happens while under my power. It is a very tempting power, and being the moral man that I am, I would never use it for personal gain. Well, not when I first got it anyways.

It was midnight when the first theft took place. I had taken upon myself to do patrols of downtown Detroit. I am proud of the city where I lived for a few years, and hoped one day it would come back to prosperity.

I was walking down the street. I don't have a movement power, so I have to drive downtown. Having won the lottery, being out of work was no longer an inconvenience. I spotted movement on the street and walked faster toward whoever it was.

She was gorgeous. Just over five feet tall, wearing a pink see-thru babydoll that stopped just short of her pussy. She had black hair, cut short, in a pageboy. Her eyes were closed and her face relaxed. She was holding her head up though and was walking barefoot through a shattered glass door. She impaled a bare foot onto a sharp piece of glass, yet it did not pierce her skin. She was a super-heroine.

I did not recognize her at all. But I did see she was carrying a generic plastic shopping bag. It clinked with the jewelry she had placed inside it before I had arrived. She was now walking away from the store, huge breasts jiggling under her skimpy nightwear.