Isolate and confront him

Following him from the rooftops, you saw an opportunity. As he passed the entrance to an alleyway, you mimicked the Asian-American man's voice: "Boss! Down here."

The blond man's gaze snapped down the alleyway and sudden anger flashed across his face. "What are you doing?" he asked, walking down the alley. He was looking from side to side, clearly searching for his non-existent subordinate.

"It couldn't wait," you said, still throwing your voice.

"Where are you?" he asked, going further down the alley.

You landed like a cat behind him. "Right here," you said in your normal voice.

Slowly, he turned around as he reached into his jacket with his free hand. "Well, well, good evening, miss. I see the League's dress code has loosened," he smirked, and he made a point of looking you up and down, lingering especially on your exposed underboob.

"Who are you?" you asked as you advanced on him, readying your batons.

"Not your problem," he said, whipping a pistol from his jacket and aiming at you. You were ready for it, though, and you leapt out of the way of the bullet even as you muffled the sound of the gunshot with your powers. Springing off of the wall, you hit his hand with one of your batons, and electricity danced along his arm; he yelped and dropped the gun in surprise, and you volleyed it away down the alley.

Recovering from the shock, he suddenly dropped into a low fighting stance. You went for a roundhouse to his face, but he ducked and slammed his open palm into your stomach before following up by kicking your shin. You groaned, winded, and one of your batons clattered to the floor.

"You're outta your league," he grinned, spitting on the floor in front of you.

"You're a cocky prick," you said.

He swung a punch, which you deflected before swiftly sweeping his legs out from under him, and he fell to the floor heavily; you tried to kick him while he was down, but he just managed to roll out of the way, springing back to his feet. He spat again, and this time you could see flecks of blood in his spittle as he narrowed his eyes.

He feinted, and you sidestepped before you realized what he was doing - a fist slammed into your cheek, and your eyes rolled as you stumbled away. Milking it, you steadied yourself against the brick wall and listened out for his next attack; you heard a footstep from behind you, and you kicked out blindly. It connected, but not as well as you would have liked. Still, he was sent tumbling.

Jumping against the wall to get momentum, you sprang off it and lunged towards him just as he turned around. His eyes widened, and suddenly he was gone. Your elbow found nothing but air, and you fell through his empty suit onto the ground.

A blow landed against your stomach, and you doubled over in pain. "I tried to warn you," you heard him say, and you looked around; he was standing over you, nursing his hand, completely naked. He vanished and reappeared a few feet above you before dropping onto your chest and stepping off.

You wheezed, clutching your chest in pain. The asshole can teleport, you registered before his foot slammed into your nose; you definitely felt something break.

Numb from pain, you barely felt him pick you up and bend you over a dumpster, barely heard him saying, "Gotta admit, you had me on the ropes for a bit there. It's been a while since that's happened."

You felt his fingers hook into the waistband of your bikini bottoms and pull them down your thighs. His fingertips teased your lips, and you moaned softly.

"It's been even longer since I fucked a super," he chuckled. "I forgot how damn hot some of you are!" Something poked against your butt, and then your entrance.

Fucked by three criminals in under two hours ... great going, Rikki, you thought to yourself.