Her, in her costume, in front of one of Ultramom's safehouses.

They were hooked into the city’s cameras. Usually they used facial recognition to find people, but with Nishi’s face covered, they had to go with breast recognition technology and cock recognition technology. A few commands brought up the camera’s location.

“Where’s that?” Ultraboy asked, grateful for the distraction, not that the sight of the mostly naked Asian bombshell helped him lose his erection.

“Right outside one of Ultimamom’s safehouses. The Converter must know she’s there. Hardly a surprise, she has better contacts in the underworld than we do and everyone’s scared of her. I wonder if she’s looking to talk to them, or…Convert them.” She said, as if he didn’t know what she meant, as if he didn’t have a bootleg video of Nishi’s encounter with the famous ebony supervillain Stream, in which she reduced the proud water-controlling woman into a whorish futa who only ever used her powers to pull cum off herself, the ground, or someone’s cock into her mouth or one of her holes.

“Does she ever just talk in that costume?” Ultraboy asked. “I’d think it was hard to get answers that didn’t consist of staring and blather.”

“We’ll see. Let’s go.”

“Um. Why?” Ultraboy asked.

“Because she’s going to either ally with our enemies, or try to **** those women.”

“Those supervillains who just beat the crap out of us.”

“Language! And we have a duty regardless of what they’ve done.”

Ultraboy sighed. “Okay. Lead the way.” He said, cursing silently to himself. The superheroes race through the air towards the place where the three supervillains are. They soar over the site and see…