Dark Angel

The universal truth of power went something like this. Most powers could be turned to combat if you were creative enough. Sometimes, it was harder than others, but most powers could be used to fight. However, the operative word was ''most''. Sometimes, you got the odd ones out, powers which had absolutely no direct combat application. For exampled, **** teleportation to safety was great for escaping, but not so good when you wanted to fight. The ability to sense and differentiate every insect within a hundred miles was a god-send for pest control, but not much good for stopping a bank robbery.

Then, there was Dark Angel. She had worked with Dusklord for most of her life, ever since she had come to him as a young girl, orphaned in some gangland war. Her father had been powerful, a biology manipulator, able to control his own body, to shift it and change it. Dark Angel had inherited a variant of his power, but not nearly as potent in combat.

She could heal anything. Her biological shaping abilities were sharply constrained - she couldn't actually alter anyone from their default, but she could always restore them back to it. This applied to herself as well, and meant that she was practically immortal - even old age could be reverted. When she used it on others, she could restore any wound or harm. She was the one that the villains of Ember City went to when things got bad, when someone was shot, or bleeding out, or badly hurt, and they couldn't go the hospital, Dark Angel lived up to her name. A saviour for those who dwelt in the shadows.

Of course, there were those who thought that because she couldn't defend herself with her abilities, she would be easy pickings. That she could be kidnapped, and used to heal only those they deemed fit.

Dusklord quickly removed that notion from the general villain population. He'd put it around that if anyone messed with her, then no matter how strong they _thought _they were, they were about to experience a very real and very painful lesson about human mortality. That was to say, there was more of it around than they thought.

Dusklord was a serious name in the city, and Dark Angel gave her powers away for free, so few dared to risk the shadow-master's wrath. But now and then someone who really should have known better would mysteriously vanish, often to never be seen again.

No one commented on this. As far as the villains of New Ember City were concerned, trying to target Dark Angel was an elaborate form of suicide.

She reached out, putting a hand on Redwing's shoulder, the exhausted hero didn't even really look up, but she did a moment later as she felt new life entering her body. Her aches and pains vanished one by one, the redness of her pussy subsided. Even the tiredness which she was feeling now, the result of a night without sleep, dimmed and then became nothing more than a memory. Within about five minutes, Lilly felt like she had never been as strong as she was right now. All the aches and pains, the tenderness, and the various other side effects of their game so far were gone, she even felt energetic.

Dark Angel stepped back as Redwing looked up, her eyes were wide with surprise as she pushed herself to her feet. She tested her body, flexing her arms, and making a fist with her fingers, pushing her muscles to see if they felt any stiffness at all.

"Good isn't it?" Dark Angel said, "I can restore people back to their previous state. I can only do biology, though. So I can't really do much for the sweat. Other than that, you're feeling pretty great, right? Dark Angel, by the way. Don't really have another name."

Redwing nodded, her eyes were wide. They didn't have anyone like this in the Hero League! They had some heroes, yeah, but no one who could so casually reverse so much and do it so quickly.

"You're wondering why I'm not a hero?" Dark Angel asked, "Most people do when they first meet me. They say that I could make a ton of money if I went legit. Well, that's true enough, but I don't really need money. I just want to pay back some old debts."

"You have nothing to pay back," Dusklord said, "Anything you owed me was set to rights long ago. Now you're just being stubborn."

"Well, maybe I am." Dark Angel smirked, "But it's my right to be, so there."

She sniffed and made a face, turning her head towards Dusklord.

"She smells pretty bad, I am going to get her washed up. Have you shown her to the showers yet?"

"Well, not as such." Dusklord said, "We haven't really had a chance to show her around."

"But you paraded her naked and stuck her on an sex machine for a night? Typical guy, am I right? Always thinking with your cock."

She laughed, the sound wasn't hostile, in spite of her words, but was almost warm.

"Whatever. I can bring her to your office when we're done. I'll get her washed and into a decent state so you can mess her up again, eh? Just don't expect me to do it a second time."

Lilly felt Dark Angel take her hand, and before she knew it, she was being led out of the dungeon. Dusklord gave a sigh, but stood aside, shrugging helplessly to her as she was guided past. It seemed that he had long since given up trying to tell Angel what to do. Lilly didn't mind. After everything that had happened, she could use some decompression, and a shower sounded great. Even if her body had been restored, her mind was still drowning in everything that had happened, so she didn't even really notice the people staring at her naked body as they went past.

"Guys, right?" Dark Angel said, "I hope you're enjoying your time with us. I guess that most people probably don't exactly volunteer to be in your position."

"I was hired to be here," Lilly said, sticking to the story. "I'm used to this sort of thing, it was all agreed before. It's just a game, an act."

"You seemed to be enjoying it well enough for an act." Angel said, gesturing to where Lilly's thighs were still soaked with her own wetness. Redwing felt herself blush.

"Well, you know..." She stuttered, "It's kind of a biological reaction..."

"Yeah, I get you. Besides, you probably wouldn't be in this business if this sort of thing didn't get you off. No shame in it, I don't hold someone's kinks against them. Besides, Dusklord is pretty good looking, isn't he?"

Lilly felt her heart skip a beat, wondering what was the right thing to say to that. After a moment, she decided to venture with the truth.

"He's not the worst guy I've ever seen..."

Dark Angel chuckled, "You must have seen some pretty hot guys to rate him just as ''not the worst''. Guy could have almost any woman he wanted. he's got the looks, the money and the power. Those three things are everything for a villain. But he's never been very interested in girls, or guys for that matter. You're the first person he's ever brought back."

"Really?"

"Yep. We were pretty sure he was asexual before you arrived."

"Well, um..." Lilly desperately looked for someway to change the conversation, "Where are we going?"

"Showers." Dark Angel said. "There's some on every level. Dusklord may not look it, but he takes care of the people who follow him. There are gyms, and training areas, all sorts of things. We even get a company picnic."

"Wait, really?"

"No, not really!" Dark Angel laughed, "But I had you going for a moment there, didn't I? We do have showers though. Dusklord had them put on every level along with a few other things. He tends to over prepare, but in this case, it's better for us. After all, no one will be there. Hardly anyone comes to the dungeon layer. Or, well, the basement layer I suppose. We're not supposed to use the D word."

She shrugged, gesturing to a doorway which led to another hall. This hall was smaller, and tiled, and led to a second doorway beyond which there was a single large room. Half of the room consisted of lockers and benches, while the other half was ceramic, and ringed with shower heads.

"I bet you're probably pretty happy I knew the way here now, right?" Dark Angel chuckled, "Go ahead and take a shower. It'll wash that sweat off you."

She pressed a button, and the showers turned on. All of them turned on, half of the room was drenched in water, and steam started to lazily fill the rest. Lilly felt it brush against her skin, tempting her. Dark Angel was right, she was **** for a shower after everything that had happened. She strode out into the waters, feeling the streams beating gently against her body. Water cascaded from her chest, her breasts, it bounced across her shoulders, and soaked her head. She threw her hair back, running her hands through it, the water was warm, the scent was clean. The steam which filled the room was enough to make it seem cosy and small. She sighed, feeling her stress and tension start to wash away, her muscles uncoiling and relaxing slowly. It felt wonderful.

Lilly reflected that only a day or so ago, she would probably have been trying to hide her body from the other woman, but now that seemed almost pointless. She didn't hide herself at all as she turned around. Dark Angel was standing by one of the lockers on the dry side of the room. She'd opened it with a key, exposing a small bag inside. There were towels there, and bottles of shampoo and conditioner.

Lilly was about to ask her to throw one when Dark Angel slipped off her top. She had been wearing a jacket, which already was on the ground at her feet, and her tank top was tight, leaving little to the imagination. Even so, as she removed it, it became clear she wasn't wearing a bra. Her chest was small, like that of an athlete or a runner, and her nipples dark pink.

"What, are you surprised?" Angel asked, "I want to get a shower too. Don't tell me that after everything you've seen and done so far, you're bashful?"

"N-no." Lilly said, feeling her face colouring. "You just caught me by surprise is all. Dusklord, I expected. But you're a girl like me. I didn't think that you'd get naked too."

Angel chuckled.

"That's not what you said the other day in the corridor. You said that you sometimes liked to look at girls too. That you might be bi. Do you remember that?"

Lilly felt heat wash over her face, alternately humiliated and horrified that someone had actually hung on to what she had said.

"So are you enjoying the eyeful?" Angel asked as she kicked off her shoes, stripping down her nylon tights. Her legs were long, well formed and lithe, she looked like someone who worked out, especially around her legs and calves. A runner, maybe. Angel hooked a finger under the band of her skirt and pulled it down, Redwing knew at this point that she should be looking away, but somehow she couldn't. There was something like magnetism holding her gaze in place. Especially when she noticed that Dark Angel wasn't wearing panties either. She stood, naked and posing, flashed a grin at the hero and spoke.

"Well, what do you think? I may not me much in the chest department, but I like to think I make up for it in other ways. Still think you might be bi?"

"You..." Redwing took a shuddering breath, "You don't wear any panties under your skirt?"

"Sometimes I do." Angel took a hold of the bottle of shampoo, moving slowly forwards like a prowling cat. Her hips swayed, her hair started to soak in the water. "But sometimes I don't. Sometimes I just want to feel the risk, you know? Or maybe I want someone to see... I am sure you know what I am talking about. Some days, you want someone to strip you, and some days, you want to be the one doing the stripping."

Dark Angel sighed as the water started to drum against her body. It ran down her sides in rivulets, flowing to the tiled ground at her feet to swirl around the drain. She threw her head back, enjoying the feeling for a moment just as Lilly did.

"You know," She said, "Sometimes it's hard to explain your powers, and people tend to remember only the obvious. Especially if they've seen you do it hundreds of times before. Dusklord asked me to heal you and restore your energy, but he didn't realise that to do that, I'd need to get a sense for how much energy you normally have. Imagine my surprise when it was far more than the average person or even the average super."

She opened her eyes, a glint of mischief playing in them.

"You're totally the real Redwing, aren't you?"