You give her some rough handling right back [mild F/F]

"What the bl- DID YOU JUST THROW PISS AT ME?!" the aggrieved female voice demands in an angry screech. A few of the young men leaning in a bit too close to watch suddenly had their heads jerk to the side with a *sock!* and a *pow!*, and the others take several steps back... whether because of the risk of getting hit by flailing invisible fists, or because of what she'd said, or more likely, both.

In fact, the exodus away from the invisible lady has caused most of those schoolgirls who'd been hanging 'round earlier to get crushed up against several businessmen (and each other) as the boys who'd been gawking backed right into them. Embarrassed gasps and yelps fill the air as perky young breasts are pushed up against suit jackets and butts barely covered by short skirts are thrust against the outstretched hands of other unsteady schoolgirls.

In your current frame of mind, you decide in an instant that causing several much milder cases of train molestation through collateral damage is WELL WORTH it, if it means stopping a single much worse ****. Like allowing a few cars to get blown up if it means rescuing a single hostage at gunpoint who will surely die... except with breast-and-ass groping.

"No, it wasn't. That was just iced tea." you say with a sneer. "It's Mood Ring's brand, 'Yellow Temperance'. You know, on the billboards?" You shake a bottle in front of her and then toss it right at her, bonking off her head but doing little damage due to having already been emptied.

"Tea? You're telling me this reeking, yellow discharge is supposed to be TEA? It smells and feels like diabetic urine!" She shakes her head rapidly and sprays it all away, clearing her eyes and getting it off her. "You stupid, stupid girl. Did you think that that was going to let you see me?" Her eyes squeeze closed again, leaving only her sneering mouth chattering in midair. "If any minute substance getting smudged or dusted on me was enough to make me visible, I'd need a bloody clean suit to go anywhere without looking like Gaspar Poe the Unhygenic Ghost!" She licks her lips, then immediately regrets it and spits out droplets of the tea. "Now I can see where you are. I want to get back to my dear lovely kitten as quickly as possible, so I'm going to hurt you very, very badly indeed in these next few seconds."

You don't say a word but just pose side-on to her, pushing out your chest covered in tight black fabric and giving those slobs a chance to appreciate that the League wanted their security guards to look almost as slutty as their more famous members. You do, however, hold out your baton in a challenging gesture.

"I'm going to clip your wings and give you a-" the transparent tramp says while walking forward, but is interrupted by a sharp "YEEOWW-UGH!" The sound of a flesh colliding painfully hard with a hard surface can be heard and a splash of tea is thrown up from its impact on the ground.

"Yeah," you say, blushing and feeling quite pleased with yourself, "I knew your power worked on other things in contact with your body, because I could hear the scraping sound of those stiletto heels you're wearing when you moved. Not a good idea to try and walk in those monstrosities over a slippery surface with your eyes closed, is it?"

With a blur you toss your nightstick right at where she lies - it bounces off something with a satisfying yelp of pain and surprise, causing those eyes to flicker open again... just in time to see you performing a full body tackle on her.

A quick, sloppy ground-bound melee ensues. The spilled tea (it actually does smell and taste pretty bad, but they give it out for free, and your mom had always taught you never to let things go to waste) gets all over you, soaking your chest as the villainess almost slips away from you right away. But you manage to catch one of her feet, and anticipate the sharp-heeled kick coming back your way, dodging to the side. It still gets you in the shoulder and hurts - but you have your other baton drawn and at the ready.

It comes down and stops in midair with a pronounced jiggle. Bullseye. The female voice shrieks and yowls in indignation again.

Two, three, four, five times - the hard length of plastic comes down on an invisible ass again and again. In contrast to the FIRST invisible woman you had fought, this one was clearly quite a bit skinnier - which meant that her butt had that much less cushioning to absorb the long, flat strokes you were putting across it, more than hard enough to bruise.

"Spare the rod, spoil the... heheh!" one of the young men watching chuckles loudly, drawing several other upbeat laughs from around him. Without looking you yell back at him: "Shut up! You didn't help, you don't get to make quips! Damn it!" You punctuate your words with more utterly merciless ass-lashings and them wrap your hands around her thighs. She is quite pinned to the ground now, unable to say much but whimper for mercy.

"I'm... I'm Cheshire Huntress... you'll regret this," she says in between self-pitying weeping. You slap a pair of cuffs on her ankles - and THOSE aren't small enough to fade to invisibility. Painfully wrenching her arms behind her, your arms spread like that ends up showing off your unintended 'wet t-shirt' look to anyone looking, calling attention to your firm d-cup breasts and the fact that you'd been too distracted to pick out a bra today. But it was worth it - now you were going to be showing up to work with a prize to show for it! The damn cops can wait - there is no way you are handing this "Cheshire" bitch over to them without dragging her in to show them, first!