Huntress

Author's Note: I'm so sorry about this. Essentially I started writing this before Power Girl won and the fact that I already had this chapter most of the way done when she did made me not want to change. That guilt without made me postpone posting this chapter again and again and again. I promise next time I will listen to the vote.

It's the vigilante Huntress. I wanna say I could tell by the purple, white, and black color scheme. The utility belt, the pointy mask and long black hair that framed her face, and the white trimmed cape. Heck, the bitch is currently pointing her iconic crossbow, arrow loaded, right at my back. But no, the thing that drew my eye first is that midriff. Huntress's style of swimsuit is an armored crop top and a speedo connected by two cloth lines running up her sides. Amazing at showing off abs, and also juicy organs for gangsters to shoot at.

'Okay, now I see the appeal,' I thought. 'All it took was someone pointing a weapon at me right now. Like yeah, I might die, but I'd die hot.'

"Hands up. Now!" She shouted.

"Okay, okay!" I turned around and raised my plans. "This is a huge misunderstanding."

"Really, because it sounds like you're a horny metahuman with a mind control power that was using it to rob a bank until Knockout and Chersire ruined your plans." She slowly approached me and Knockout.

"Or! I'm a bystander who saved the bank from these two because I was at the right place at the right time." Huntress uncliped a gadget from her belt and presseed a button.

"'When I get you home, I’m going to ask everything about you, your friend Cheshire, and your little gang the Secret Six. Then, I’m going to find everyone you care about, mesmerize them, and use them to ruin your life even more. I’m not doing it because I hate you, or that you deserve it--I don’t know you well enough to know. I’m doing it because I think it’s fun to make you suffer.'" I heard my own voice say from her recording device.

"Does that sound like a good Samaritan?" Huntress asked.

"Alright," I sighed, "the mind control device is clipped to the inside of my shirt." Huntress walked slowly to me, crossbow steady, and put a hand between my breasts, pulling back your shirt. She ruffles around a bit.

"I don't feel anything." She said, staring off to the side as she moved her hand about.

"Don't be shy. Actually look. You superhero types are so prudish for people in lingerie and tights." Huntress frowned at me before redoubling her efforts.

"I'm not prrrr—" She trailed off. Her crossbow arm went slack and the bow clattered to the floor. Her eyes dilated as she stared head-on at my breasts.

"Wow, you're easy to egg on." I clapped and smiled wide. "Now, what to do with you?" I pointed my clasped hands at her. "How'd you get here?"

"Huntcycle," She said in monotone.

"Of course." I rolled my eyes at the lazy attempt at a portmanteau. "And do you have a base?"

"The clocktower is the Birds of Prey hideout." She said. I knew the Birds of Prey. An all-woman team. I made a note to ask her to take me there later.

"Forget everything you saw and heard about me here. You saw Knockout manhandling me and tried to stop her but Knockout took me as a hostage. I'm a witness and a victim." I ordered.

"Witness and victim," She repeats like a drone.

"You trust me completely," I said.

"Trust you completely," She repeated.

"You think I'm a good and moral person," I said.

"You're a good and moral person," She repeated.

"If I ask you to do something, you'll do it because I have great ideas and know better than you." I said.

"I'll do it because you have great ideas and know better than me," She repeated.

"You like me. I'm nice and kind and smart and seem like a blast. Not to mention hot," I said.

"You're nice and kind and smart and hot. You seem like a blast," She repeated.

"If you had the chance, you'd like to try to be a friend of mine," I said.

"I'd like to try to be a friend of yours," She repeated.

"Okay, now for the plan." I paused for a moment, thinking about how to get out of this. "You'll stay in this trance until 20 seconds after we leave, then you'll grab my bag for 'evidence,' tell the pigs to lay off to let you do your work, and chase after us on your bike. Never look in the bag. Ever. Always stay slow enough to not catch up to us until we stop and go inside. When you catch up with us, fall back into this exact trance and don't leave until I snap my fingers."