Green Streak's unwilling mole gets you and the rest of the Weather Watch will help you get 'through the looking glass', with a plan!

"Oh Jesus Christ what's it gonna be this time!?" The guy struggling in Green Streak's grip whimpers. "Did you bring superheroines here just to watch? Did you think it was THAT impressive when you dragged me through the Centre Park fountains, uhh-"

"By a wedgie?" Green Streak laughs, letting go of the guy's collar and letting him stumble to the ground. "Good times, Wormy. But no, I didn't bring Thunderbird and her friends here to see you losing your dignity. This is your chance to get back into my good books, for a while." Green Streak folds his muscular arms over his chest and looks down intimidatingly at the stranger.

"Um," you begin, "So, you're a supervillain who can control worms, or something?" Part of you immediately thinks it's a shame you didn't meet this guy back as Nightingale, that would've been downright thematic.

The newcomer is watching Green Streak warily, barely acknowledging you. "No! I'm not a supervillain. Banksy here," he uses Green Streak's true name, demonstrating familiarity that makes you raise an eyebrow, "gave me that stupid nickname when we were, I dunno, ten or something. My name's Isaac Wormer and he thought it was clever. And, apparently, still thinks it's clever more than 20 years later."

"Not a supervillain, huh?" Green Streak asks. He disappears in a blur again.

"Oh for fuc-" Isaac can't even finish his complaint before Green Streak returns, holding a jumpsuit in Isaac's size printed so the torso looks like a playing card - in particular the 7 of Spades.

"There's your suit, Mr. 'Not a Supervillain'. Put it on. You're gonna need it. Like I said, I'm cashing in my chips."

You stare. "That looks more like a henchman costume, honestly."

"THANK you!" Isaac says loudly, sounding exasperated. He turns towards you and takes one of your hands, shaking it. "Like I said, I'm Isaac. Nice to meet you. And Green Streak's personal punching bag since the asshole got his powers."

Putting your hands on your hips, you incline your head curiously. "Really." you say in a deadpan voice.

"Fuck yes." Isaac says. "Ever since I can remember, every so often there's a, you know, green streak, and whoosh! There goes my homework. There goes the baseball I was trying to catch. Or he trips me into a mud puddle in front of the girl I like, or puts live earthworms in my pants, or pushes me down the stairs, or snatches my mortgage application out of my hands..."

"It's all for your own good, Wormy. Just trying to keep you on the straight and narrow." Green Streak says smugly.

You look at Green Streak with disbelief. "Wait, that's TRUE? You've been using your superpowers to bully some guy for his entire life? Jesus Christ! That's sick! Forget about Goldie Glider, you should be worried about THIS coming out, you damn psycho!"

"It's not like that," Green Streak holds up his hands to protest. "You're gonna take him at his word? He's part of the Wonderland Warriors, the insane terrorists who took your friend! Y'know, the guys and gals who sell heroin to middle schoolers and run a multimillion dollar human trafficking ring?"

Interested in his response, you look back to the hipster-dressed guy holding the henchman suit regretfully. He scowls. "I didn't know that they were like that when I joined, and it was only because I wanted protection from YOU! Just like Hot Stuff before them, and the Reptoid Council, and the Rookery of Rogues, and..."

Green Streak condescendingly pats his hand on your shoulder and pulls you close to him, speaking in a low voice. "C'mon, Thundie - you of all people should know how this is. Sometimes people from our past are just bad seeds that keep getting in trouble. I think it's jealousy, honestly. For our powers, and how hot we are, and all that good stuff. It's just the same as that 'Shush' guy dogging you, right?"

You sigh. "Whatever. Nevermind that. Isaac, I am Thunderbird, commander of the Weather Watch."

For the first time, Green Streak's so-called friend takes a good look at you... and his eyes bug out a little.

'What?' You wonder to yourself. 'Why is he staring at me like that? Does he recognize me or someth-' Before you can finish that thought you see where his eyes are. 'Oh. Nevermind, he's just staring at my tits.' Far from being annoyed, you smirk a little under your mask. Having to deal with rude bitches like Balloon and Snowflake all day, and a smug bastard like Green Streak, it's nice to have a reminder that the genetic lottery was very, very good to you and you have such a hot body you can really only be compared to other 10/10s.

Your breasts aren't as large as RB or Maiden America, but on your curvy yet athletic frame, you've always strongly felt that any bigger would be too much. This bright yellow romper-style jumpsuit you are wearing might not be the most fashionable thing, but it certainly shows off the goods. Your perky, naturally-gravity-defying double-Ds are so tightly cupped by the latex-like material of your romper that your nipples stiffening in response to the excitement are clearly visible. The square-shaped cutout underneath your breasts shows off your fit, well-toned stomach. And just like your exposed navel draws the eye there, the man in front of you can't help but look down at the provocative case of camel toe that the tight suit gives you. He realizes he's staring and immediately jerks his eyes back up to your face.

"Uh..." he starts to say, but you cut him off.

"I guess I stack up well enough compared to Hot-Cross Bunny to earn myself a good eye-humping, huh? My other team members aren't bad, either. Though Red Balloon could stand to drop a few pounds." you say.

"I heard that!!" Red Balloon pops her helmeted head halfway out of the cab.

"Did you just fat shame her?" Snowflake sounds outraged too. "Balloon isn't even-"

"Yeah, yeah, shut up." you hush them with your hand. "So, Worm- uh, Isaac. I'm going to be real generous and give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you know Bunny and Queen of Hearts are evil psychopaths and you'd rather help me infiltrate the Wonderland Warriors to rescue my partner, Dr. Rainbow, and any other heroes who've been kidnapped into sex slavery. Right?"

Isaac looks over at Green Streak warily. "Of course, of course I will! I was only, y'know, infiltrating them all this time so that the Big 7 would be grateful enough to make Banksy lay off me, for good."

"Suuuuure you were." Green Streak says in a sarcastic voice, leaning against the side of the limo.

"And, uh," Isaac continues nervously, "I'll make you a map of the inside and everything! It's not easy to get around inside. Whenever Bunny picks a new place as a headquarters, they seal off and collapse hallways and brick up doors so that only the portal-mirrors that White King builds, and Doormouse's portals, allow you to get to certain places. But I know how to work the mirrors. They don't actually teleport you, they just create an illusion of- uhh, well, it's complicated. The point is, I can get you to the studios. That's probably where your doctor friend will be. You... you know what kind of studios I mean, right?"

You just shrug casually. "Sadly, it won't be the first time Dr. Rainbow's appeared in a porn video. It's just how it is for superheroines, even if some have trouble accepting that."

Red Balloon recognizes that was directed at her, and sticks her tongue out at you.

"Anyway," Isaac says, "Doormouse will be at the entrance. And if he doesn't want to let you in, he'll just scurry inside and close the door behind him, and the doorway leading to the HQ will be moved to somewhere else. So you'll have to convince him to let us in. I don't suppose you have mind control powers or anything like that?"

"No! She doesn't!" Red Balloon pipes up before you can answer. "Our illustrious leeeeeader, Thunderbird, controls sound. It may not sound impressive compared to controlling mighty elemental forces like me or Snowflake, but I've been assured she can use it veeeery creatively. Super-ventriloquism! I'm sure the warriors are terrified."

Snowflake huffs. "Red Balloon, just because Thunderbird was fat-shaming you doesn't give you the right to power-shame her. All superpowers are equally valid."

"Hmmm..." you consider the conundrum. "The Wonderland Warriors are always on the lookout for new girls to bring in right? They'll buy or sell anyone if the price is right?"

Isaac gulps. "I wasn't involved with that side of things, I just sort packages and fetch and carry during heists. But... yeah. Girls and guys, as long as you're hot and in costume, they want you."

"Okay. Green Streak, go open that hidden compartment under the left rear passenger seat and pull out your little toybox." you say, snapping your fingers. "Wha?!" Green Streak does a double-take. "How do you know about that?"

"I have sonar hearing. Hidden compartments are as obvious to me as a stormcloud on the horizon." you say in a proud, sultry voice. Green Streak sighs and does as you ask, bringing out a box... full of leather straps, riding crops, collars, leashes, nylon ropes, and...

"Is that a strap-on?" Isaac asks, observing the collection of sex toys.

Green Streak scowls and holds the box away from Isaac's field of vision. "Shut up, Wormy! Getting pegged by a hot chick isn't gay, it's, like, the opposite of gay. If you ever got laid, you'd understand that." He quickly glances at Snowflake. "Not that I'm saying there's anything wrong with being gay, just that it ain't me."

You look over at Snowflake too. "Wow. Hey, Snowflake - I promise I won't spread the rumor around, but just between us on the Weather Watch, did Green Streak ever get you to strap that monster on and give him a ride?"

Snowflake just rolls her eyes and gives you a sour look. Green Streak shakes his head as he hands you the box. "Nah. That's dom stuff and Snowflake is very much a sub. They enjoyed a little bit of ****."

"I WILL FREEZE YOUR BALLS OFF!" Snowflake snaps at him, getting halfway out of her seat and raising her hand threateningly. You ignore her outburst and pull several leather collars out of the box, with rings to attach leashes, and slip one of them over your own neck, locking it in place.

"There we go." you say, pointing to your neck. "We'll just say these are, shit, I dunno, mind-control collars invented by Dr. Demise, or something. Make us obedient and all that. Tell anyone who asks that we were captured by some mad scientist or other, who is sending us as a tribute in hopes of forming a partnership. According to the research my assistant Julia helped me with, the Wonderland Warriors are always trying to establish ties with other villains and organize the criminals of the city into a pyramid of power, with themselves at the top."

"That's a terrible idea, Thunderbird! You're going to lead us right in there and let us get surrounded?!" Red Balloon demands.

"Do you have a better one?" you demand. There's an awkward silence as Red Balloon fidgets, looking like she's thinking hard. When you decide her time is up, you toss one of the bondage collars at her, where it bounces off one of her enormous breasts. Then you take the last one and hand it to Snowflake, who gives you a dark look in response.

"Thunderbird," Snowflake sounds even more irate than usual, "are you SERIOUSLY handing a fucking **** COLLAR to a person of color and ordering them to put it on?"

"Don't think of it that way, Snowflake," you say. "Think of it as reclaiming it. For those backwards, reactionary, homophobic villains, it will look like a **** collar. But we'll know it is actually a symbol of wholesome, consensual kink. You agree no one should be kink-shamed, right?" Snowflake doesn't look impressed by your reasoning. So, you roll your eyes and shove the collar forcefully into her hands. "Whatever, it's a direct order. Put the damn collar on." Then you turn to Isaac. "And you - put that playing-card henchman outfit of yours on. We're going in."

"Hold on, this thing is too snug to wear over my clothes... can you let me step in a bathroom at least?" Isaac/'Wormy' protests.

"Hell no." you say. "You might have a hidden communicator or something, and we'd be fools to trust you without having eyes on you. We're short on time anyway. You can change in the cab."

"But...! There's not exactly any privacy in there!" Isaac points out.

"So?" you shrug. "You're gonna need a new career after betraying Hot-Cross Bunny anyway, right? This is your chance to find out if you have a talent as a stripper."

He doesn't have a response to that, so you shove the hapless, gangly guy into the limo cab. "Alright Streak. Take us straight there, and step on it. Time to bring down the storm on the Wonderland freaks' hideout." you hop inside and close the door after you.

"Just ooooooone little thing," Red Balloon says as Green Streak starts the limo up and drives to the hidden entrance. She holds up the small egg-shaped box that Raven Woman gave you before you departed. "I did a computer search on your little private conversation. Turns ooooooooout, they have an app for lip-reading now, and even though you had a mask on, I could record what Raven Woman was saying. Some kind of magic power-boost! And YOOOOOOOOOU weren't going to share it with us!"

In a (not so) shocking turn of events, Snowflake immediately looks aggrieved. "Thunderbird!! Is that true?" She makes a fist. "That is JUST how it always happens! Rich white 1%ers helping each other out in an old boys' network! Keeping all the advantages for themselves and the ones who look like them!"

"Uuuuuuuuugh," you groan. "Fine, whatever. Open it up and see if it's something we can share."

Red Balloon pops the small egg-shaped jewelry box open. Inside is a glass phial filled with black stuff, and a small parchment note. Red Balloon takes the note and reads it. Her blue eyes widen and a blush creeps into her cheeks and neck. "Oh." she says in a small voice. "Nevermind, you can have it, Thunderbird, it's all yours."

You lean in and snatch the note away from her. It says: 'For a great yet temporary boost in your power, apply directly to the interior of the vagina.'

"No, Balloon," you say, your smirk hidden behind your mask. "You were quite right. We should ALL use it. We're a team after all."