B.B. tells you there's a new team being formed, around you! [Mild F/F]

Your own sexuality has never been that much of a mystery to you... though there's been plenty of times, recently and in the past, that you did things with female partners and even got off with them, and the sight of beautiful feminine curves puts sex on your mind like anyone, guys have always been your default interest; even an average-looking guy with at least a bit of muscle tone can get you raring to go with some simple touching, whereas for girls it takes some deliberate psyching-up and self-stimulation to get yourself ready for it. But having a preference for dicks and brawny biceps isn't the same as having an aversion to boobs or butts that aren't your own, which is good, since molestation seemed to be more and more a staple of the modern heroine's arsenal - after all, in the incident which led to your current demotion, you'd used to to great effect against Gloomy Sunday.

Indeed - not only is it an expected tool for chastising bad girls, but it's one you are almost mandated to wield on account of the double standard. Male heroes got away with an awful lot, especially when the cameras weren't on them, but going any further than a bit of light groping with a resisting or captured villainess with witnesses around was more likely than not to get their membership suspended (not that that stopped them doing it, mind... another reason they tended to find themselves outnumbered). Many if not most villains will usually **** whenever and whoever they get a notion to. They are evil, after all. As your old pre-Acropolis mentor had put it, while superheroes seem fated by both their powers and the nature of their role to be oversexed, those same influences combined with an anti-social subculture and a lack of personal moral standards was the reason this world needed institutions like the League in the first place.

So, when you manage to tear a hole in Cheshire Huntress's invisible bodysuit, you don't feel the least bit guilty about "Giving her a tail", as you put it, by shoving one of your batons into what you are *reasonably sure* is her pussy, based on the degree of resistance you feel as your weapon slides into an invisible hole. Given that she clearly likes girls, you have to wonder if you aren't just giving her what she wants, but it seems to piss her off, so you consider it a job well done.

Ten minutes later you are escorting a floating pair of handcuffs and a waggling plastic tonfa towards your security checkpoint. Unfortunately, there's a line - the League's staffing budget has really gotten out of control. On the other hand, considering what you have learned a lot of the police in this city are like, the League's new habit of hiring legions of security guards and researchers and sending them out into the city's neighborhoods on this mission or that seems a lot more well-intentioned and necessary. Nobody asks why you have a handcuffs and a baton hovering next to you at crotch-height - the situation is pretty obvious to anyone who considers it.

"So I've got to ask, because this has always confused me," you say, "what is with the high heels, anyway? Seems like half the whole League of Propriety has them, including all the ones who can fly. I thought it might be because Maiden America likes them and most costume design is ultimately based on hers, but you're a villain, so why would YOU want to follow her style? Of course the obvious thing is the patriarchy and objectification and male gaze in the media pressuring us to wear a certain way, even for those who don't have a specific super-speedy pervert in charge of it... Heh, did you know that they had to put Green Streak back in charge of costumes? Turns out he didn't just design all of those - he was actually the one making them from start to finish, and the bureaucrats haven't been able to find anyone capable of replacing him. Kinda funny that such a macho, insecure guy is such a talented and versatile tailor, though considering he's basically dressing up the new girls that he wants to defile himself, it's pretty understandable."

You can hear someone growling and a pair of gritted teeth appears in front of you, but you don't get any real response. "Anyway," you continue, "I got off topic. My point was it probably isn't that either, because you prefer going after girls, right? I assume, because of what you were doing there. So why are YOU wearing heels? It's not like you're trying to show your ass off to the local construction workers and so on like Maiden A or Raven Woman. Oh and most importantly - you're fucking INVISIBLE. Even if you're hoping to impress girls with them, the girls can't SEE them! Why the hell are you wearing those things?"

"Ye gods! Would you shut up, you cherry-dyed skeeze? Ugh! If it will quiet you down - the truth is that Hot Cross Bunny makes me wear them, she makes everyone wear them." your captive says, eyes opening into an angry squint aimed at you. "Possibly she's been involved in running the prostitution rackets for long enough that that it colors everything she thinks of or does. I once heard her say that she associates them with 'sublimated sadism' or some such thing. Really, in the end, trying to guess how she thinks isn't wise or worthwhile."

Hot-Cross Bunny? Oh yes - you know that name. You try to hide your discomfort. That was a big name villain, and probably the closest thing to a leader that the villainous gangs and teams of Acropolis had. Not only did she have the largest group - the Wonderland Warriors, who besides a large stable of super-powered miscreants had a veritable army of henchmen and heavy enough equipment tie up even a powerhouse like Maiden America - but she was one of the few big baddies that routinely cooperated with other villains and enlisted them in big-time schemes. Bunny had no scruples and no restraints, willing to turn a profit off the blackest vices and threaten any target for her twisted amusement. Few villains were nice people, but most of them tended to stop short of, say, planting bombs in hospitals.

"Well," you say, "maybe you ought to have stayed with the rest of the psychopaths instead of heading out to **** random teenagers on public transit lines, especially since I'm sure your scary boss isn't going to be happy when she finds out you've had your mind read and given up all you know about the Warriors' latest schemes."

"You're one to talk about 'assaulting random' people!" You hear her take a step closer to you, so you remind her that you still have another baton where the first one came from.

"Alright, cool down, pussycat. You need to behave or else I'll take you to Beast-Beauty instead of Petite Mort. I'm sure you're aware, Beast-Beauty is some kind of homophobic nutcase, and there's no telling what she'd do with yo- ohhh, hell. Speak of the devil."

The ranks of the staff waiting in line for their security check parts and steps aside as a familiar brown-skinned face comes forward through the crowd, wearing a sleeveless figure-hugging bodysuit. Beast-Beauty is a bit less curvaceous than the stereotypical heroine, sporting smaller breasts and a more slender waist than you, but she does her best to show off what she does have with a sleeveless black leotard that was thin enough for anyone to see she had nothing on under it. Rather than the strut of a confident, mature woman, her mode of movement is the over-excitable skipping of a teenager who hasn't grown up yet. Surprisingly, she doesn't seem to notice you at first, and seems to be chatting up a variety of the staff.

There are no neutral reactions to Beastie's presence - everyone she speaks to is either delighted to see her or appalled and **** for her to leave them alone, with no middle ground. It seems that she hasn't really singled you out for special treatment - she's gregariously insane to everyone. You notice that she's wearing a little paper plate around her neck that says "Free hug day!" with a picture of a cartoon smiling tiger with its paws outstretched. A lot of guys take her up on it, giving her tight squeezes and letting their hands roam up and down her body, paying particular attention to her butt. A few of the less prurient employees - mostly young women with cutesy tastes - have her transform into an ocelot, monkey or other cute little animal instead. Listening in, it seems that despite all common sense, her eccentric, controversy-seeking social media channel has a handful of female fans, too - possibly due to the fact that she was the superhero equivalent of a former child star, carrying along for the ride those who'd grown to love her during a more innocent time.

"Night- sorry, sorry, Drakeson! Heeeeey!" she says when she finally comes close enough to notice you. "Good morning! It took me all night and a whole lot of catnip, but I finished that video compilation you asked for! I would leave it at your post but sounds like you're gonna be ending up somewhere else today, so just come find me at lunch. I'll be working in the kitchen, making - hey, hey, heey! What's this?" she reached forward and poked the air next to you, drawing an annoyed yelp.

"Is there a pair of invisible boobs following you around, Drakeson? Ooooh-ooh! I think I know who this bad little kitty is! Did you bring her in all by yourself?? On the one paw, yay! Another perverted girl about to face justice. On the other paw, it's a waste if no registered hero can be given credit for caging her!"

Cheshire Huntress's angry mouth appears again. "Please, 'officer' - this is cruel and unusual punishment. I think I'm within my rights to request you get me away from this thing and take me to some real cops immediately."

You cock your head curiously at Beastie. "Well, I may have to get that video from you after work - my first priority, after dropping this invisible train molester off, is going to be speaking to List-Lass and Collatrix about the incident with those three supposedly 'paroled' supervillains who..." you involuntarily cough on your lie, "caused that disturbance at the event yesterday. Now that the ball is rolling on that investigation, I need to point out that it's likely they are connected to that guy 'Melter' who was supposedly in the Spinoff program but ended up working as a bodyguard for a supernatural mob boss."

"Oh, you didn't hear?" Beast-Beauty says with an excited bounce on her heels. "That's all going to have to wait for a day or two, the paper-pushing gals are going to have their hands full with other matters today, matters quite near and dear to you, in fact! There's a new crusade being called! With some of the bigger threats rearing their heads recently, the acting Big 7 have decided that all of the individual heroes running around like a flock of chickens aren't up to the task, so fully half of the currently independent membership is being assembled into new hero teams! Not only that but a lot of Non-Costumed Powers are being put back in tights, even the ones who've had little 'oopsies' on their records! For real! You know Dr. Rainbow, right?"

You perk up at that. "Wait, you mean...?"

"Yep!" Beast-Beauty continues, giving you a chipper little round of applause. "She's being put on a new weather and climate themed team, and she specifically requested you to be the LEADER! And Petit Mort said yes!"

Mixed emotions wash over you. On the one hand, you've been hoping to get out of this awful little semi-civilian rut. But on the other hand... "Themed....? But, I'm not legally allowed to wear the Nightingale costume or use that name right now. Does that mean...?"

"Aww, don't worry, people change back and forth between identities all the time! I'm sure you'll get the rights to that one back eventually. The, uh, current Nightingale is no spring chicken, you know? She's been doing some very limited patrols out in the suburbs but even that is surely going to be too much for her in the long run. She'd been around for a long time before I even got here, so she's gotta be, what, in her fifties at least?" she gives you a conspiratorial wink. "And hey, look at the bonus! If you just wait until after you've been given your new costume and assembled for the first time, you'll get credit for busting invisi-butt over there! Y'know, I've been asking for them to put me on a team with a teen sidekick or two but I keep getting blocked by all these baseless rumors that I'd be a bad influence..."

You would be lying if part of this news didn't make your heart swell with excitement. A full-on team was even more prestigious than a duo, especially leadership. You've been in the League for less than three months. In fact, it is almost TOO generous, as if someone is trying to keep you busy and stonewall your search for answers. Still... as the leader of a hero team you will have a lot more latitude to demand answers. And an honor like this is something you can't just refuse.