Not by a long shot.

The peppering of fast-moving pellets ceased and there was silence as the entire bank, criminals and civilians alike, held their breath. The powerful icon Destinate, still lying back and propped against the door, breathed slow and heavy, her ample bosom and exposed cleavage rising and falling with each intake of breath. Her head rolled to one side, and a hand reached up slowly to gently massage at a breast through her silver costume before it fell limp at her side once more, but she did not get back up. The teller's wide grin faded, transferred to the masked robbers, as the civilians inside the bank shared in a simultaneous sharp intake of breath. Was she......?

"Hope we didn't put her in a coma, eh boys?" The same robber spoke at last, levity clear in his tone. "Grab the rest a' the cash. I'm gonna....." In lieu of finishing his sentence, he licked his lips and took steps towards the fallen idol before him, who was quietly babbling something incoherent to herself. The other criminals (with a jealous eye on their compatriot) returned their focus to the horrified teller as the man reached her body, loosely trying and failing to move from its position.

The man ran his eyes across her form in silent awe. Her legs, resting still and bent on the ground, her gently shaking and shuddering torso, and her limp arms with their twitching fingers, constantly attempting to rise from the ground. We really did a number on you, hey? The man thought to himself, poking the tip of his shoe into her soft breast flesh.

"Whatsa matter, Destinate? Not spouting off about 'justice' and shit now, eh? Shoulda known you hero-types were all talk. You ain't shit."

He crouched down and reached forward towards the heroine's storied chest. "Let me help you out there." He grinned wickedly as he began massaging and fondling the flesh through her suit, forcing a deep moan out of the young hero as he did what she couldn't right now. And it was starting to feel good....

As she was brought low and groped, the other criminals finishing off the robbery and shooting glances in her direction, Destinate looked around the bank with wild eyes from her inactive body. The man crouched beside her continued his massage as she noticed through foggy vision that some of the civilians didn't look scared -- instead, they had their phones out, and were filming what was being done to her.

"Noooo...." She moaned out at last, trying to roll onto her side but succeeding only in moving her head to the other shoulder. A small crowd of people were gathering at the front of the bank now, peering through the glass of the windows and door at what was happening inside....

"Hey, looks like they like you, Destinate!" The man taunted, squeezing the breast in his hand tightly and forcing a squeal out of the heroine. "Good thing they've got someone like you to protect them, huh? They're clearly very appreciative."

The man stood back up and smiled in amazement when she continued to lie there. These super-types aren't so tough after all....

Taking his gun, he bent over her and pressed the barrel right up against the fabric covering her nipple. "Why don't you get up, Destinate? I'll give you a special present."

As the metal pressed deeper into her chest, Destinate's eyes widened and her breathing quickened. She couldn't take another, not this close.... attempting to rise, the heroine managed to get one foot underneath her before the weight of her own body became too much and she fell forward onto the bank's marble, hardened nipples impacting the cold stone and forcing out another whimper.

"You're so WEAK!" The man cried with glee, pocketing his gun once again and reaching down to unbuckle his pants. "Alright, I've gotta try you. Destinate, huh? Look at you now...."

At this, more of the civilians both inside and outside of the bank reached for their phones to film this, none using them to call for any sort of help. She'd be fine, right? When were they ever going to get to see something like this again? And besides.... this was Destinate. Omen City had been teased by her for too long, it was about time they got something out of her.

Finding enough strength to raise her head, Destinate saw the criminal's dick come loose from his pants -- fully erect and average in size, but certainly more than she could handle right now. With a gulp, Destinate put in one more effort to rise up from the ground....