Two heroines join the rest of the heist's loot...

There are no witty comments forthcoming as you look to your captor. Although you had assumed that the plastic-like material of your utility belt didn't have anything metal in it, you now realized how little your vaunted preparation for this amounted to. You had been absolutely reliant on taking a serious super-powered opponent on by surprise. You'd been expecting somebody throwing debris at you haphazardly... the notion that Queen's magnetic powers might be as precise as they were forceful hadn't crossed your mind. This was the kind of lady that A-rank heroes dealt with.

Standing before you was an elegant woman - also in a skintight white bodysuit, but with a fashionable black evening dress over it. Like Spade, her hair was the only part allowed through the suit, wavy and brown worn in a bun. Her body was very shapely, mid-way between the extremes of her two henchwomen, with particularly wide hips and thighs complementing her narrow waist. In her hand is a staff resembling a slot machine crank, gripped tightly in one hand.

The clicking sound is not from this 'Queen of Spades' shoes against the floor, but from the staff which she is using as a walking stick - there is a pronounced limp in one of her legs.

"Is that really Nightingale?" she asks, bemused, looking you over and wisely staying out of reach of your legs. "De-aged somehow...? No, no, your face isn't quite hers, and she would never wear a costume like this. Perhaps... ahhh, that must be it. I never knew she had a child. I'd hoped to meet with her again someday, in fact, to discuss an old case of hers."

You huff. "I don't have much to say to you about family, lady. Feel free to keep talking until the police get here, though."

"Oh, a fine point, little hatchling." Queen says to you in a silky voice, snapping her fingers at Diamond. "Take these two to the cruiser. Once the vault door is 'prepared' I will finish the job myself. And don't dare take your eyes off them for a second, particularly the red-head one."

Not taking any chances, Queen motions her hand and wrapped a couple of steel bars from the locked gate protecting access to the vault, and wraps them around your and Dr. Rainbows' ankles. The fit was loose, and you figured you could probably wriggle out of them... but she'd just put you down harder.

The charges that Spade had placed explode then, and with a sultry beckoning of her fingers, Queen takes advantage of the opening and pulls the vault door off with a cacophony of shrieking metal. Using your powers, you make the noise worse, and harsher... but you're off your game, and it isn't enough to do more than annoy the villainesses. They don't even realize that you are doing anything or comment, insultingly enough.

Diamond, with some effort, throws you over her shoulder and carried you back to the street. To your surprise, a stylish black limousine is there that hadn't been before. You and Doc Rainbow are unceremoniously tossed in the trunk.

You and Dr. Rainbow don't say much to one another. She starts whimpering softly. You just curl up next to her and say "Shhh, shh, come on, it'll be okay. They'll probably just tie us up and leave us somewhere as a taunt to the heroing community. There'll be a round two, justice will win out in the end, right?" She smiles weakly and rubs her forehead up against you.

After a little while outside, you can hear the sirens of police cars pulling up. As a considerable group starts to assemble, you call on your powers and project your voice so that they'll hear it through the body of the limousine. "Officers! Listen up, this is a heroine from the League, and these villains are out of *your* league. Their boss is a magnetism user and she'll throw your cars around like tinkertoys. Be careful."

Apparently your message does get through, because you hear some chatter on their radio before the cops get back in their cars and pull away, vacating the area.

...That wasn't quite what you'd meant for them to do. When the Full House gang re-emerges from the bank and starts up their vehicle, they are totally unimpeded by law enforcement. You even hear Queen of Spades laughing with Spade-9 about how the bumbling cops thought the tracking devices they placed on this limo would work and how easy it was to short them out... and how their invisibility would hide them in case any other patrolling heroes showed up.

Just before you reached the hideout, the trunk you and Doc were trapped in sprayed some kind of mist on the two of you, making you feel drowsy. It seemed like knockout gas, but only a mild dose, making you and Dr. Rainbow feel tired and sluggish but not putting you to sleep completely.
"Oh," Rainbow observes with a yawn, "At least they're practicing responsible anesthesiology!"

When the lid is popped, you find yourselves in what appears to be an abandoned, disused casino - you aren't aware of any places like this, and have no idea if you're even in the same city, since you were in the trunk for well over an hour. While Queen and her subordinates look on with sneers, several men in flamboyant checkered suits pulled you out and quickly got to work strapping the two of you to opposite sides of an oversized roulette wheel.

"None of you jokers better think about getting handsy with the heroines, especially Nightingale!" Queen shouts imperiously. "I'm your boss now, and I didn't bring them here for your enjoyment, or theirs!"

Your boss now, she says? That's intriguing, and your tranquilized mind is still sharp enough to take a note of it. Either way, as far as henchmen go, Full House's thugs were rather gentlemanly and didn't grab and part of you or Doc aside from your feet and shoulders.

"Oh, this takes me back," Queen of Spades says, sighing wistfully. "Back to happier times. The first time that we captured the original Nightingale, all those years ago, before we briefly went into retirement... what a magical evening that was. I still remember how I seduced you - her - into her first time with a woman. That was a more innocent time, you see, when getting forceful with a captive heroine just wasn't done."

"Is it too much to hope that you're about to say 'And so I'm going to surrender and return everything I stole...?'" you ask cheekily.

"Hmhmhm. You're much funnier than she was." Queen says with a smile that seems almost sad. "That was a good line to my daughters about keeping one's poker face. But I'm afraid it's a bit more serious than that. I am doing something very important. I may have been a thief for most of my life, but what I'm stealing now is a matter of justice. And I can't afford to let the League getting in my way. So you girls will be spending a few days in my hospitality to ensure your hero friends stay out of my way. Of course we'll need to send them a video for our threat to have any effect. And given the perverts you work for, 'Nightingale 2' or whatever you are calling yourself, the only way that they'll pay attention is if the video is something that gets their excessive hormones flowing. Spadie, go bring me the guest collection of sex toys, would you?" she says calmly.

Well, this has certainly gone badly. But you know that there's something that doesn't add up here. What is she talking about 'justice' for? And wasn't there supposed to be a fifth member of this gang?