On a nearby rooftop....

A pair of eyes watched closely as Marcus walked the pavement. They flicked over one more time to the papers held up by one hand, covered with notes, details, and a number of printed images of both Marcus and the hero Brawn -- Supremacy's very own protege. Happy with her final look-over, the hand stuffed said papers back into their folder, and then her backpack. Standing, and cocking her hips to the side, she breathed in deeply.

This would be it. It couldn't be a simple bank robbery or small-scale crime. Her first steps as a supervillain would begin by taking down Brawn himself. She didn't have any powers herself, but she'd spent a lot of time researching and preparing. She knew what would work and what wouldn't -- she just had to pull it off.

Unzipping part of her tight-fitting outfit, the chesty woman sighed dreamily as she applied the lovelotion to the top of her large breasts. She rubbed and massaged the oils in deeply, until the evidence of their existence was reduced to a faint sheen. Enjoying the sensations, she ran over her plan one final time in her head:

She would creep into his room, mount him, and smother his unwitting sleeping face in her lavish cleavage for a few minutes. When he awoke he would be all hers. She had no need for superior strength or magics when she was born with all the tools she needed to take him out -- smarts and tits. Once his mind was mush, it would be easy enough to stage a little fight in the city centre, where he would take a dive as she commanded, and she would as last get to use her thick bust to completely smother him out of this world and into oblivion. Then, releasing his limply dangling body, the whole city would witness her debut in a way that could not be done through simply asphyxiating him in his sleep, in a private hotel room, in his "secret" identity. At least, not enough to destroy him then and there, although that ending to his story would certainly be comical enough. She'd just have to hold off on her desires for now -- the reward of holding him still amidst her deep cleavage, taking the hero to his end like that, in front of a crowd would be so much sweeter. Her body's power made undeniable.

For now, she zipped her clothing back up, the lotion thoroughly applied. Giving her bosom a quick grab from beneath and jostle to get everything back into place, she put her hands on her hips and prepared herself to enact stage one of her plan -- getting the hero's ****, dimwitted mouth slavering all over her breasts as he slumbered.