A moonlit outing

You make your way back home, and immediately head down to the garage, working on customising your belt to accommodate your new weapon along with the new smoke grenades and flash-bangs. It's very fiddly work, and you find yourself growing frustrated as you drop one of the microscrews again.

"Sweet design." You turn to see a green-skinned teenager leaning against the wall, a knowing smile on her face. She's wearing her ivy dress like a bikini, exposing her slim waist and tempting cleavage to your eyes. "Want some help with that belt?"

"Actually, yeah," you admit, stepping aside to make space for her. Carly saunters over, and leans on the counter, arching her naked back. You watch as she closes her eyes, and vines start growing from under her wrists, splitting into smaller and smaller branches. Before you can blink, dozens of tiny tendrils are picking up components and screws, lifting them in a slow, perfect synchrony, screws tightening the moment each component is in place, and within seconds - to your amazement - the entire belt has been reassembled. The tendrils lift the garment and withdraw, dropping the belt into Carly's hands as they do so.

"Here," she murmurs, walking behind you and passing the belt around your waist. You feel her pelvis pressing against you as she completes the motion, her fingers drifting against the ever-present bulge of your crotch as she snaps the belt into place. You glance back at her, but she only winks an amber eye at you.

"We need someone who can train us," Carly states. Not releasing her grip on your hips, a vine emerges from beneath her arms to fetch the dart gun, and bring it to dangle in front of you. "Toys aren't going to be enough against some of these guys." She leans into you, pressing her sizeable tits into your back as she slides the gun into its holster. "Fortunately, I think I've found our girl."

"Who?"

To your disappointment, Carly steps away from your embrace, and towards her green-and-black motorbike, her leafy covering growing to cover all her skin below the neck. She glances back, a smile tugging at her lips. "Artemis."

You recognised the name. In the past couple of days, it had become somewhat of a social media phenomenon. The modern-day legend had originally only been known to the public by the police releases, which showed grainy CCTV footage of a costumed woman collecting as much cash as she could carry from an apartment, before jumping straight out of the penthouse window. This was soon paired with footage of the caped figure depositing the money at charities and soup kitchens, who by the time authorities got around to knocking, had given it all away. When she really broke the internet, however, was when shakily-shot footage emerged of her fighting a **** gang. Though the camera was in a window above the action, it was clear enough that the heroine was an incredibly gifted martial artist, weaving between their attacks like wind and delivering lethal kicks and blows. When a van screeched around the corner and drove straight at her, she drew a bow from her back and released a single arrow. An explosion of white light followed - and then the footage ended. The gang were delivered to the police station, most of them in critical condition - or worse.

You sped after Foxgloves down the motorway, struggling to keep up with her upgraded engine. You were surprised that Carly, of all people, thought she could find Artemis. Even her name was made up - it had caught on due to her bow and arrow, exclusively night-time activity, and unmistakeably beautiful figure. As far as anyone could tell, the woman was a ghost - there one minute, gone the next. It wasn't even clear which city she lived in: the penthouse raid was in London and the gang fight was in Nottingham, but stories of her had started coming from all over the country, adding to the confusion. It looks like Carly has opted for option number two, however, as you take the next junction, speeding down the slip road and around the roundabout. Late into the night, you screech to a halt in the town centre.

"Why here?" you ask, dismounting and ignoring the strange looks you get from the occasional passer-by. "Besides the obvious Robin Hood reference."

"I may have made an anonymous post online that there would be a bombing at the cinema tonight."

"You did WHAT??!!" you exclaim, to which Carly sniggers.

"I was pretty sure it would draw her out. All we have to do is find her before she finds us."

You open your mouth, but can't think what to say. "Fine. But - not cool."

"One of the advantages of being independent - we get to do what we want," laughs the green-skinned girl. "Come on - it's only a minute or two away."

You and Foxgloves climb up to the moonlit rooftops on different sides of the road, making your way towards the cinema as stealthily as possible, scanning the streets below for anyone who could be Artemis. After a few minutes with no luck, you look over at Carly, but see no change on her side of the cinema. A sudden whisper of sound catches your ear, and you spin around just in time to catch a black boot headed right for your face. You have no time to recover, as your assailant unleashes a flurry of kicks, forcing you to stumble backwards as you try to block them all whilst keeping your footing. You manage to throw a punch of your own, which the figure gracefully somersaults over, landing lightly on the roof tiles, settling into a defensive stance, and you finally get to see Artemis up close.

Those black boots you got so up-and-close with hug her calves, turning into leggings which expose a tantalising amount of creamy thigh. A midnight-blue garment barely covers her nether region, but evidently offers maximum flexibility, given how high some of those kicks were going. Its colour matches her top, a blue thing streaked with silver that covers everything from her neck to just below her prominent breasts - with the exception of a circular boob window, exposing the deep, dark crevice between her pale orbs. Between the two garments there is only her narrow waist, and her visible six-pack, against the background of her flowing cape - silver on the side facing you, black on the exterior. A silver mask hides most of her face, silky black hair cascading over it - but you think you'd recognise her body anywhere, along with her bright green eyes bearing down at you angrily.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Alpha Man," you reply, trying to calm her down and suppress your growing arousal for her athletic figure. "I'm a friend. We just want to talk."

"Do you know who sent the bomb threat?" She steps towards you, but you hold your ground, thinking fast.

"No. I... I came here to investigate, the same as you." You try to remember which pocket the green darts are in.

Suddenly you hear Carly's voice, as she climbs onto the roof behind Artemis. "Alpha Man, are you alright?" She runs closer. "I can't believe that actually worked!"

You look back to Artemis, who pivots, glancing between you and Foxgloves suspiciously, before her green eyes widen. "You're here for me!" Suddenly she leaps into the air and soars above your head, flying towards the crescent moon.

"Shit," says Foxgloves, and the two of you break into pursuit, sprinting along the rooftops.

"What did you go saying that for? She was calming down!" you shout at Carly.

"I thought you were the one who could 'make people see your point of view'," she yells back, grinning. You leap across a gap to the next rooftop, landing with balance and speed you couldn't have dreamed of before your self-improvements. Your partner takes a left turn instead, presumably heading for the motorbikes. You see why - Artemis is gaining ground on you, her flight outstripping your running. As a cloud covers the moon and casts you into the twilight, you put on a burst of speed, and are relieved to see the caped figure flip out of her flight to plummet towards the street. She lands with an impressive roll that launches her straight into a run. Now you're faster than her, and sprint along the rooftops until you're level, then leap down, absorbing the impact with a less impressive roll. You look up just in time to dive out of the way of an arrow, which explodes in a burst of white light behind you, with a sound almost like tinkling chimes.

Rivulets of pain run up your calves, but you grit your teeth and run after the archer. Hearing you behind her, she leaps impossibly far in the air, spinning 360 degrees and leasing another arrow at you before landing back in her run. You dodge this one more easily, turning your head away from the blinding light behind you. When you look up again, Artemis has disappeared. You skid to a halt, but a flash of silver catches your eye, and you spot her sprinting down an alley. You keep up your pursuit, but it plays out exactly as you expected: Artemis turns and fires, forcing you to dive behind a bin and cover yourself with your arm as the arrow explodes only a few feet away, burning the side of you with its tinkling blast. You don't give up though, your improved physiology giving you the stamina to keep going.

You emerge onto another main road, fully expecting another shot from your target, and roll easily under the projectile. You quickly draw your gun and slot in a red dart before firing - but Artemis sees it coming, leaping three storeys up and onto the roof, leaving you to curse as your dart bounces harmlessly off the asphalt. She keeps running, and so do you, reloading another red dart, carefully keeping an eye on her as you try to avoid getting run over at any of the crossroads. Artemis leases one arrow back at you, then another, but you outrun both explosions. The next time she reaches for her quiver, she comes back empty-handed. You dare to smile in satisfaction, but then the vigilante turns away from you along the roofs, and you have no way to follow. You dash along the next alleyway after her, holding out little hope... until you hear the distinctive purr of a particular motorcycle engine, followed by the screeching of tyres. You emerge onto the road to find Foxgloves standing next to her bike with a very self-satisfied expression, and Artemis trapped in a great mass of vines that have broken through the tarmac, her masked face the only part of her visible.

"Why do you look so tired?" Carly asks you, grinning. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"