Duck!

Your reflexes are just barely up to the task of reacting to the human bullet about to collide with you. You duck at the very last second, sending Hammerhead careening past you to the other side of the alley.

“Heh. Figures such a small girl would be harder to hit than the usual thug. How about this?” She lunges at you again, this time her fist held underhand for a gut punch. Thankfully, you manage to lean to the side just in time to miss most of the blow. Her fist just slightly grazes your arm, but that alone is enough **** to send you spinning like a top.

“Awawawawa…” you mutter, dizzy and disoriented. You hold your arms out, completely focused on trying to stay upright and unable to worry about the next attack being delivered by your powerhouse of an opponent.

“You’re mine now,” she says. With that, she flies at you again, and your vision finally resets itself only to give you a clear view of the superheroine’s fist. It’s all you can do to flinch and wait for you to inevitably get laid out on the floor, having had justice served to your jaw before your supervillain life even began.

…

“*sigh* It’s no use, I just can’t do it.” You peek one eye open to see Hammerhead with her hands on her hips, looking at the floor in exasperation. “I can’t hit something so defenseless and tiny. You’d probably break in two.”

Phew. You thought you were done for. This might be your golden opportunity, though. She may have a stupidly big dick, and have a really nice body, and have this weird charisma about her that makes her interesting and exciting, and… You shake your head. Stupid hormones. She may be strong, but she doesn’t seem like the sharpest tool in the shed. You haven’t practiced using your powers a whole lot, and this particular trick will be completely new. But if you’re guessing right, then she’s probably one of the best targets you could ask for…

“Alright cutie, run along now,” she lectures. “No robbing any banks from now on and I’ll let this one slide. Should I… maybe give you my number? Nah, I shouldn’t with the whole secret identity thing. Damn, I really wanted to get in her pants. Hey, wha-”

Her arms suddenly snap to her sides as she stands at the ready. Her eyes dart around in alarm, but otherwise, she’s totally motionless. Yes! You knew it! You knew you could use mind control! Dumb lady was talking about getting in your pants, huh? Obviously this calls for some gloating.

“*ahem* Wahaha! How t-typical of you, you… What’s your name again?”

“Hammerhead.”

“Hammerhead! You’ve so easily fallen into my trap, and now, umm… now control of your mind is mine forever!” Th-that’s good supervillain gloating, right?