Destinate fights the robbers!

Flying gently down through the bank's open skylight with her hands heroically on her hips, Destinate called down to the unpowered ski-mask-wearing criminals that were currently pointing their guns at the register and filling bags up with money.

"That looks like a big loan! How are you going to pay it back?"

"It's Destinate!" One of the thugs cried out as she touched down in the middle of the small circle that they formed and raised her hands into a battle-ready pose.

The criminals at the bank's counter froze and the teller jumped for joy, pumping his fist into the air. The remaining robbers, who had encircled Destinate, were doing some mental calculations -- this wasn't about getting the money anymore, this was about how they could get away. And how many they'd leave behind.

The surprised pause subsided, and as one the criminals surrounding her began running around wildly and firing off shots towards her. Some went to grab discarded bags of money, others went straight for the door, but all of them let loose shot after shot towards Destinate in a vain hope that she might stop being bulletproof for a moment. It had been a while since she'd been shot, mainly fighting against criminals who could punch like a train could drive or shoot fire from their palms recently, but a moment's readjustment was all that she needed before she righted herself and began flying towards the exit to take out the ones attempting an escape, tagged by constant fire all the while.

A throw into a wall and a backhanded fist took the runners out, but as she turned back to the remaining three criminals Destinate was sent reeling by a bullet which found its mark directly over her nipple -- no damage, but the amount of **** applied to so little of such a sensitive area was enough to rock her.

The fire continued to land across her hunched, gasping body. She reached up and clutched the tormented boob through her costume's silver fabric, her fingers sinking into the soft and pillowy orb as the impacts slowly stopped.

"Hey, boys!" One of the criminals called, as his remaining two partners eyed the recovering superheroine with him. "Aim for the other one!"

No! Destinate just about managed to think as she stood back up straight, before a hailstorm of bullets fell across her chest, sending her several steps backwards and out of her position to leap back into action. As her back pressed up against the bank's glass door, she lost her footing and fell onto her ass propped up against it, mewling pathetically but too out of it to attempt to cover up her abused pair. This can't be happening.... she barely managed to think. They're just ordinary people....