You leave the captured evil scientist Bella Donna with a fake hero and go to seeking Green Streak but can't find him. Instead...

When you return a few minutes later, walking right behind you and beaming like he'd just won the lottery is who you introduce to Red Balloon as "Ajax the Great". His ill-fitting costume is blue and yellow spandex with red shorts worn over, including a half-mask covering the top of his head and face. Despite not having a family as far as you know he has the 'dad bod' thing going on, as his arms and back are pretty muscular from long, diligent hours working for the League, but he's got a bit of pudge around his waist that the spandex does a poor job of hiding.

"So, we have another great threat to the city to get to, 'Ajax'," you say to Andrew. "You're just a C-rank hero getting your start. Why, I'd bet most of the heroes here don't even recognize you. But still, your power should be enough to keep watch over this bad girl until the cops crawl out from under their b- I mean, return to normal operations. You can keep a close eye on her, right?"

"Sure, Thunderbird! You can count... cow... I mean, yeah." The disguised janitor's eyes travel from you to where Bella Donna and he loses his train of thought as he sees her.

Bella is a svelte, fit black girl of average height who looks like she might be in her late teens or early 20s, with her hair done up in two 'afro puffs', a.k.a. 'Mickey Mouse hair', on either side of her head. To say that her outfit shows a lot of skin is an understatement. Knee-length high-heel black leather boots show off her curvaceous chocolate-brown thighs, and the curve of her hips is barely hidden at all by her bikini bottoms. Although she isn't as unnaturally well-endowed as the three superhuman women who'd captured her, she makes up for it with a scanty black pleather bikini top that shows off how firm and perky what she's got is. She definitely likes jewelry, judging by the gold necklace, headband, and gaudy star-shaped earrings glittering in the dim light. Her lips are pursed in a surly pout. Putting her cuffed hands above her head, she stretches. "Hmph. Puttin' me off on somebody else like I'm your dirty laundry or somethin'? You 'Weather Watch' girls are gonna live to regret messin' with Bella Donna. My **** is gonna be straight-up poisonous."

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"Yeah, I'm sure." you say with a wave of your hand. "I've been up for like 24 hours, I don't have the energy for banter right now, so go on and save your material for the next time. If there is a next time. Hope you had some cash stashed away for a good lawyer along with all of the experimental mutagens and stripper outfits." Granted that might be hypocritical since your belly-button is just as bare as hers, but it shuts her up at least.

Red Balloon sticks her tongue out and sneers as you two walk away. "Enjoy rotting in jail, you evil tramp!" she says. While you're walking, you hold up the control pad built into the back of one of your costume gloves and start trying to ring La Petite Mort. She isn't responding, but you keep trying... mostly so you'll have an excuse to avoid talking to your teammate. Eventually you have to give up.

"So. Do you think that Snowflake is naked with that creepy trenchcoat guy by now? Ick. I guess she, or they, are going to just spread her legs for a different hero every day now? There's only, what, a hundred or so guy heroes in this city? Maybe after the first three months she's just going to cycle through them? Seems like a leader who cared about a new team's reputation would do something about it..." she says.

"Listen Red Balloon." you say flatly, looking at the buxom latex-clad bimbo behind you. "I really don't care for your attitude. Here's the facts. Nobody cares about your morals-code-upholding routine. Okay, here's some good timing, let me show you." You put your arm out in front of you and stop a male hero jogging down the hallway. He's dressed like a mine worker and has what seems to be a pick-axe made out of sparkling crystal slung over his back.

"Hi." you say. He tilts his helmet to the side. "Oh hey. Oh! You're the leader of the new super team! Congratulations." he shakes your hand graciously. "You find your teenage sidekick that the Wonderland Warriors kidnapped, yet? I got my hands pretty full but I could-"

"No, no, just want to settle something with my teammate." you say. "You're called Mineshaft right? So, my name is Thunderbird. This costume and name is new but I've been a heroine for a little less than half a year. The chick behind me in the black and red latex suit and the schoolgirl skirt is called Red Balloon."

"Okay...?" he shrugs, nodding.

"Since I became a heroine, I've had sex with..." you make a show of thinking and count off on your fingers, "One, two... eight different guys, and four or five girls, depending how you qualify these things. Most of the time I didn't even take my costume off. Five of those guys got to cum inside of me."

"Uh," Mineshaft says noncommittally. He can't help it though, and his eyes drift down to your fit, exposed midriff, soft thighs, and then back up to the exposed undersides of your breasts, as he thinks about it. Red Balloon makes a mortified face.

"My teammate Red Balloon, on the other hand, is a completely pure virgin, albeit one that likes to take lots of cheesecake photographs of herself for fans and the press." you point back to her with your thumb. "So, if you were given a choice, which would you rather do: Go on a date with pure, unsullied Red Balloon and watch her giggle and pose for you all night while you promise her favors and gifts until, at last, she lets you hold her hand on the way home, and gives you a kiss on the cheek goodnight? Or would you rather go out with me, which would be, y'know, pretty similar, going to a club, getting a few drinks, except instead of a kiss on the cheek goodnight, I go back up to your room and you fuck me until you pass out from exhaustion?"

"Holy shit, yes!" the burly hero says. "Absolutely! Does this Friday work for you? I'm gonna rock your world, Thund-" he had started stepping towards you with hands outstretched but stops himself. "Oh. Wait. Uhhh... that was, like, a hypothetical thing, wasn't it?"

You chuckle, feeling gratified, and turn half-way around, giving your butt a slap and then drawing your finger all the way up to the small of your back. "Hmm? I dunno. I guess you'll have to look me up on Friday and find out then. Later, 'rock-star'." you say in a flirty tone of voice, blowing him a kiss.

As you continue to Green Streak's room, Red Balloon has her arms folded over her chest and is staring at you with a sour expression. Good. Just as you expected. You'll wind her up this way and get her to tip her hand as to what she's going to get the magical imp that's attached himself to her to do next. You haven't seen him lately, but you're sure he will pop into existence sooner or later, and when he does, you'll have the excuse you need to boot her off the team.

Unfortunately, Green Streak isn't answering his door. You focus your hearing and see if you can detect the noise of someone running around the building at high speed. He isn't the only speedster in the League, just the fastest and highest ranked one. But in this case, you're not detecting any high-speed movement at all. "Christ. As soon as La Petite Mort manages to get production of her contraceptive robot drone thingies up and running again, she needs to invent some super-potent ritalin for that guy. Can't keep focus on one thing for more than a minute..." you sigh. "Well, okay. I know who I can ask about him. This is good, actually, because I've had some things I need to say to her. We'll call it 'killing two birds with one stone'.