Profitable favors

"God forbid we should do anything to tarnish your pedestal Supergirl, I just want what's owed for the hardships I've experienced at your hands." Roulette walks up to Supergirl, staring at her rather intensely until she gets uncomfortable and turns away to study the rest of the room.

Roulette seems very pleased at Supergirl being defensive and failing to hold her stare "Now, you ruined my business three times, so it's only fitting that your favors are related to that."

"The first one was a club dedicated to the betterment of the, at the time, illegal aliens through professional sports"

"You mean your alien fight club? That was dedicated to the betterment of your bank account and nothing else!" Supergirl glares at Roulette 'She has to be crazy if she thinks I've forgotten that hellhole already'

"That is neither here nor there, the important thing is that a select and discreet clientele would love to see you fighting some of the more monstrous aliens and military machines, you'll be free to talk to your opponents one on one first to make sure that they are all doing this out of their own free will and are getting adequately compensated. You'll wear your iconic suit, after all, you're the main draw here, and we'll have 10 fights until ****, and they will be against increasingly though opponents."

Supergirl shakes her head more and more insistently as Roulette talks "No, way, I'm not going to beat anyone unto unconsciousness for money, and certainly not 10 people. Your club didn't even do 10 fights in an evening, 3 was more like it"

"You drive a hard bargain Supergirl, but 3 fights and they last until the first fighter taps out." Roulette holds out her hand in front of a pacing Supergirl, who takes it without thinking. "Good, then that's settled, you better go do any preparations you feel you need to, and bring someone as your second, the fights start tomorrow at 7 pm and will be in the warehouse next door." Roulette turns and strides out.

"What the heck..." Supergirl stands there feeling hoodwinked for a few seconds, before turning to the un-gagged **** "You are a lawyer, right? What would you say my options here are?"

The mostly naked woman looks at Supergirl with a surprised look in her face "I'd say you'd have to be a really big fool to ask me about advice for anything regarding business between you and a person you know is both my client and my Mistress. But if want it I can tell you for sure, we were not bluffing when it comes to coming after you for the destruction and emotional trauma of your actions here, and that my firm would make sure both the judge and jury were selected to maximize our chance of not only winning, but crushing you. As for the fights, Mistress has arranged several there lately and has screened both the audience and the participants thoroughly to make sure everything is both legal and will remain discreet."

She picks up the gag that Supergirl removed earlier, and points at the door of the cage and saying "Could you fix that as well as you can and then leave until your appointment at the warehouse?" before pushing the gag back into her mouth.

Shaking her head, Supergirl bends the broken parts of the door back as well as she can, though it would be easy to get open from the inside still, before flying out the hole in the roof.
'Oh Rao, Alex is so going to kill me. I guess I could find someone else to be my second, but really, who would I trust more than her, silly question, no one of course.'

The DEO headquarters command and control a few minutes later:

Alex Danvers is standing next to Winn, looking at several monitors showing different clubs down at the docks, and a map showing where agents are positioned.

"Supergirl, what brings you here at this hour?" Alex asks, not even turning around.

"What, how did you know I was there, I didn't even fly fast enough to make a 'woosh' sound this time"

Alex just points at one of the monitors, the outlines of several people dressed in black, and one person dressed in blue, red and gold showing in the reflection.

"Oh, I guess that makes sense." Supergirl starts wringing her hands and looking everywhere except towards Alex "So... you know how you said I shouldn't go looking at the docks, well, I sort of went looking, and thought I found something, but I was wrong. But.. now I sort of have agreed to... fightinRoulettesfightclubtomorrow, cya" there's a very distinct 'woosh' sound followed by several loose papers getting blown of their desks as Supergirl vacates the premises.