Chapter 3 by otx
What's next?
In the chill of night (Issue 1)
Twenty miles an hour doesn't seem fast, but it's faster than you can run (especially in those heels) and since you're flying you don't have to worry about traffic. You decided to try patrolling, to get the kinks out (hopefully not literally) of using your powers. You could use some good old fashioned thugs for practice.
The city decides not to cooperate. Instead you're three storeys up and freezing your ass off in the mid-fall air. Okay, you tell yourself, maybe the leather would have been a better idea. Or at least a leotard. How do the heroes do it? Not everyone is immune to the cold.
You're just wondering whether you should call it a night and spend some quality time with a couple of duvets when you spot a commotion. Four bruisers have grabbed a businesswoman and are trying to drag her into a van. Yes!
You reach out to the guy with the headlock. "Let her go!"
He does. Her head drops halfway to the ground before the guys holding her arms stop her from whacking her head on the concrete. The guy who let go is pulling some kind of energy pistol.
"Drop it!" He does; okay, that was better. You wish your power to give orders would work on more than one guy at a time.
"Get back with your hands behind your head!" This time you shouted at the guy holding her feet. Her bum hits the ground when he backs away but that's better than fracturing her skull.
Pistol guy doesn't seem to know what to do. He looks at his watch. Considering you're now hovering about four feet off the ground he could come over and hit you, but apparently he didn't pass the bad guy IQ test. Suddenly he looks up and points. "Look! Up in the sky!"
A streak of color swoops past you and kicks the van away.
"Halt, evildoers!"
She's striking Miss Righteous Pose Number 3, floating a foot off the ground with her left knee up and her right leg straight, left arm splayed to her side and right arm in a fist just below shoulder level. She's blonde (of course) and her breasts are a little bigger than yours. She's wearing a red belly shirt with plenty of underboob and a miniskort that would leave her veejay on show if it didn't have the built-in red panties. And a cape: who the hell wears a cape? Her boots and gloves are red, and both just a tiny bit longer than yours. She's every girl you ever shied away from in high school, all wrapped up in super strength and invulnerability from the looks of her.
Pistol guy throws a punch which bounces off her boob. He punches again and she starts giggling.
"Stop it, that tickles!"
Yeah, she's invulnerable.
Back off guy charges her with a baseball bat (where did that come from?), which she catches in one hand and snaps like a pencil. The two guys holding the woman let her go and she dusts herself off.
"Wow, it's a new superhero!" A skinny guy runs up, obviously shooting video on his smartphone. "Who are you?"
"I'm Astonishing Girl! It's my sworn duty to protect the good people of Acropolis City! Begone, foul miscreants!"
The kidnappers run off.
What do you do?
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Perils of a Novice Superheroine
A generic superheroing setting drenched with sex and scandal
Acropolis City, the center of super-human and caped crusader activity in this particular world - with its own dizzying highs and lows, high-tech skylines and slums standing in stark, four-color contrast, it provided everything that a costumed megalomaniac or masked vigilante could ask for. In fact, as is usually the case where colorful masked characters are the norm, it has become something of an institution by this point. But although the mere existence of costumed heroes and villains no longer shocks people, these people - who, by their very nature, thrive on attention - keep finding new ways to stand out from the crowd and attract the eye. This last goal tends to get a lot of emphasis in the most simple, sexualized way possible. For reasons that the world's most brilliant scientists have yet to explain, latent super-abilities seem to manifest more often in women than men by a ratio of 3 to 1 or more. This is true even when the superpower isn't "natural"; paranormal artifacts fall into their hands, esoteric martial arts schools never seem to have a male heir, the technological prototypes they test always seem to be the ones that are most easily used or abused for good and evil. Unfortunately, the glory days of the past where citizens were happy to see any old masked do-gooder show up are over - in recent years, Acropolis City has established a ranking system of heroes where those who get high marks from the citizens and resolve incidents are rewarded with corporate sponsorships and (most coveted of all) seats at the prestigious League of Propriety. Those who intimidate the populace, cause excessive collateral damage, or simply don't excite anyone, garnering low rankings, get 'asked' to move to less prestigious cities. Few superheroes want to get stuck battling clans of villainous hillbillies and corrupt small-town sheriffs for the rest of their careers, so they're always eager to please the influential citizens of Acropolis City (judges, eminent scientists, first responders, and of course the all-important reporters). On the other side of the law, a similar dynamic predominates; only the most glamorous and charismatic costumed ne'er-do-wells can make it in this town. And so, the novice superheroines just learning the ways of battling for justice and order, without any team to back them up, always end up patrolling the skeeviest, most undesirable slums of the city and taking on the most thankless rescues. As if that weren't bad enough, most of them feel obliged to dress in ways that get more outlandish and revealing with every passing year while they fight the good fight and/or feed their craving for attention, depending on how you see the 'cape life'. As if that weren't troublesome enough, the superhuman mutations that make so many of these heroes' careers possible also result in greatly increased sexual sensitivity, particularly in females. The adventures and misadventures that these spandex-clad lady crusaders get into are often too hot to print for the kind of comics that their young admirers would read. Messy mistakes will be made, but you don't want to disappoint your readers, do you? So let the League know what kind of superheroine you are, your chosen name, powers, and appearance, and they'll send you out on your first patrols. Good luck.
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