Sin Queen is No Pushover

"Oh, you're here to punish me for my wicked ways?" Sin Queen asked, suppressing a giggle. Her ruby red lipstick made her smile impossible to miss. "Little girl, do you even know who I am?"

"No one important." Supergirl strode forward confidently. She grabbed a bag of cash from the hands of one of the batterydolls, despite the latex clad ****'s feeble attempts to stop her. "Sin Queen, right? Didn't the JSA kick your butt a few months back?"

"I have to hand it to you for the gimmick if nothing else. Robbing banks dressed like that? It's a bold choice."

The villainess rose from her human chair, kicking the big-titted battery doll as she rose. The pathetic thing let out a weak mewl halfway between pain and delight. The click of her wicked heels rang out with every step. She was taller then super girl, more muscularly built too, not that it would have intimidated the Kryptonian.

"And walking up to me is an even bolder choice, Lady." Supergirl, laughed. "I hope you're skipping to the part where I take you to jail. I don't want to ruin that gettup of-"

Supergirl's quip was interrupted by a powerful smack to the face, the sound of it's powerful impact rang out through the bank. It had come so fast that even her super-human reflexes hadn't been able to spare her from it. Nor did her super-durability blunt it's might. In a blink of an eye, she was sent flying off to the side, hitting a teller's desk and crashing through it.

A second later, Supergirl was back on her feet, but it was a different sort of supergirl. Muscles flexed, eyes shining red, face burning with anger. The mark of the slap was still visible on her cheek.

"I don't know where you got that kind of power, bitch. But, you've just crossed the line." She rushed forward at incredible speed. To the naked eye she would have only been a red and blue blur. "I hope you can take a punch, you-"

Once again, her words were interrupted by a sudden blow. In mid-flight, she was struck by a sudden kick. The dominatrix's stiletto slammed into her stomach, sending her flying backwards towards the wall of the bank. When she was visible again, the onlookers would have seen her winded, clutching her stomach. The center of her suit was torn open, and a shallow gash ran along her belly. She snarled in pain.

"Oh? Did I make pumkin cry?" Sin Queen returned to her seat atop the batterydoll on all fours. "Oh yes, the JSA did defeat the me a few months ago. But, you're going to find a lot has changed since then..."

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