You call Raven Woman to get her help covering up your past mistake, and cunningly overcome Goldie and Gyro!

Even as you make the call you try not to think about the potential consequences. You are incredibly suspicious of that mysterious mistress of magic, your fellow bird-themed heroine on the Big 7. Your last meeting with her essentially consisted of her waving her shady dealings in your face with impunity. But now, you have a much more immediate threat. Both villains and heroes in this city are often perverse scumbags. But Queen of Hearts tried to outright **** you within seconds of meeting you, and now she has Dr. Rainbow in captivity.

And besides the risk to Doc's good health, the Full House Gang were her subordinates, so you might be able to find some information in her headquarters. Whether or not that mysterious trail puts you at odd with Raven Woman in the future, you can't think of anyone else with the power and the inclination to help you right now.

By the time Raven Woman belatedly answers her phone, she can already hear the sound of ice skates and whooshing air as Green Streak's deranged, villainous and horny sister starts making passes close to you, showing off her impressive figure skating skills and implicitly threatening you at the same time.

Her raspy, muttering voice is as calm as ever. "Hello Thunderbird. I'm guessing from the fight noises that things didn't go well with Green Streak's 'contact'?"

"I'm trying to think of a legitimate reason you didn't tell me that this 'mystery contact' was Green Streak's sister, or that she's a fucking supervillain...!" you pause to leap backwards as Goldie does a potentially-lethal pirouette towards you, "...or that I was partly responsible for this whole situation, but I'm too busy trying not to get killed! SO glad you're holed up in the basement with your porn collection providing 'delegative leadership', RW!" you hiss.

"You're welcome." she says, a hint of dry smugness creeping into her usual deadpan tone.

"Okay whatever, the point is, I need a fucking favor! Goldie Glider tipped some heroine off to, uh, the 'event' in question. I don't even know who this heroine is and I think this crazy blonde bitch is done talking. But Goldie said whoever it is, she's using the pretense of applying to join the Weather Watch to snoop around Mort's lab for evidence..."

"Oooh." Raven Woman mumbles. "Yeah. That is bad. **** Lolita gets really loose lips when she's drunk. Oh. And speaking of loose lips, don't tell her I called her '**** Lolita', I promised her I'd stop using-"

"I don't have time for this!" you shout at both Raven Woman and Goldie simultaneously, amplifying your voice and stunning the evil skater long enough for you to land a solid kick to her hip. Goldie grunts in pain, and almost topples over, but acrobatically pushes off the ground with one hand to right herself and skates away, gaining the distance she needs to charge at you again.

"Just," you shout to Raven Woman through your communicator, "stop her! Or stall her! I don't need any more troublesome bitches in this stupid weather team, anyway! Dr. Rainbow is captured for one day and Mort is already holding auditions to replace her?"

"That might be complicated." Raven Woman's voice is still even and unhurried. "There have been... hmm... looks like three newbie heroines have already expressed interest in joining. And I hate to tell you this, Thunderbird, but two of the three are from ethnic minorities that the League has no representation for at the moment. I can't just blackball them with no explanation. Apparently the Big Seven isn't 'diverse' enough and I don't count even though my mom wasn't even from this dimension, let alone this country."

While Raven Woman rambles on, Mr. Gyro has joined the fray, turning into a spinning dust devil. The old metaphor about being 'Between Scylla and Charybdis' comes to mind thanks to those college literature classes you'd been **** to take - the two deadly spinning villains are orbiting you, using their superior speed and mobility to close in on you gradually and leave you trapped in the open with nothing to use for cover. Unsurprisingly, Red Balloon is doing fuck-all to help, half-heartedly blowing gusts of wind at them which hampers you as much as the evildoers.

"You said you could help!" your voice cracks and, without meaning to, you replace the indignant frustration in your voice with a plaintive whimper.

"Of course I can help, Thunderbird." for the first time, Raven Woman's voice has the tiniest hint of warmth and affection in it. "And I will. I will do you 'a big fucking favor'. For a total of five 'big fucking favors'. I have a vested interest in keeping this 'Weather Watch' from getting any more members." she says cryptically. "So don't worry about it. And in return, I just want one thing. Red Balloon and Snowflake WILL try to ruin your reputation and knock you off the team. Promise me you won't let them. If it comes to it I want you to be the last one standing. For the sake of avian themed heroines everywhere. Bye for now."

Even though you should be suspicious of Raven Woman, you can't hardly think she's wrong about Red Balloon. Even now, the overly-curvaceous squeaky-voiced bimbo in her curve-hugging latex top is giggling as she watches you struggle. Green Streak is proving just as useless - the so-called fastest man in the world is shuffling indecisively as if his feet were made of lead, no doubt afraid that his wicked sister will spill the beans. You feel a surge of anger towards him. Your whole damn team and your villainous stepbrother now know that you accidentally had unprotected sex with your stepdad, and Green Streak is THIS afraid of gossip about one little incestuous blowjob?

You have to be smart to get through this. To save Doc, to foil Elliot, to save your own reputation... you have to be more than smart. You have to be ruthless.

With fresh eyes you look at the situation. Goldie Glider and Mr. Gyro are both too dangerous for you to attack, because when you commit to going after one, the other will get you from behind. And you can't let them set up a perfect attack against you, either, because they'll have too much momentum for you to stop them. So you have to pick the least bad option and try your damndest. If you fumble your attack against Goldie Glider she'll chop you up like a blender, so even though Mr. Gyro is a lot bigger and more muscular, you have to go after him. With his spinning ability, your usual emphasis on the 'striking' side of martial arts won't help. You'll have to hope that you can overcome his superior physical strength with your edge in training. Erm... the edge in training you hope you have.

Feinting towards Goldie, you do a backflip and fling yourself right at Mr. Gyro, butt first. It so catches him by surprise that he shows a chivalrous streak and, instead of hammerfisting you with his centripetal momentum, he stops and catches you in his arms.

As he recovers from the momentary surprise and starts to tighten his grip around your waist and thighs, you use the advantage of your feminine wiles. Truth be told, you're not at all skilled at playing the femme fatale. You're too socially awkward, the whole dance of flirtation never came easily to you, and being a 10 out of 10 in the 'looks' department with a borderline nymphomaniac sex drive, you never felt the need to learn. So you do what you do best: be blunt. You reach down and grab Mr. Gyro's taut, muscular buttocks through his tight jumpsuit and twist in his grip so both your ass and one of your big firm tits is pressing against his body. He's unable to resist letting out a grunt of excitement.

"UhhhhHHHHHH~!" Red Balloon lets out a theatrical grunt of disgust. "Thunderbird!! You skank!"

Goldie Glider skids to a halt right in front of Gyro and you. "Dillon!" she shouts at Mr. Gyro, presumably using his real name. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"I'm..." the normally confident mustachioed hunk relaxes his grip around you a little and slides his hands up and down your uncovered thighs. "...capturing her?"

"Half-right." you say. His hesitancy gives you the opening you were looking for. You writhe against his firm, muscular body and flip yourself upside down, gripping his waist in your arms so you can heft your butt up high. He gets a very close up look at your perfect buns before he realizes the steely strength you're hiding down there. Still facing away from him, thus keeping your eye on Goldie, you wrap your thighs around his neck and shove your ass right in the man's face. The shift in weight combined with surprise is more than he can handle, and he topples backwards. You lock your thighs around his neck and start to squeeze, straddling his face. Not only are your thighs squeezing off the blood flow to his head, but he can barely breathe around your yellow spandex-clad caboose covering his face.

"I'm winning using the tool God gave me, R.B.," you shout, grabbing Gyro's arms by the elbows and stopping him from getting the leverage to throw you of. "I would say you should take notes, but with your fat ass, this would probably be fatal on anyone used it on."

"Get off of him!" Goldie balances on one leg and poises one of her skates right in front of your face.

Time for the second part of the distraction. You reach down and start massaging Mr. Gyro right below the belt. And like most male heroes and villains, the skimpy bodysuit he's wearing does nothing to conceal his reaction to the situation. A stiff bulge grows immediately, standing up so prominently you're able to get your whole hand around it. "Sorry, Goldie, I think your cuckold boyfriend likes it. How does it feel to have the skate on the other foot after you were stringing this guy along while openly lusting after your own brother?"

You'd been shooting for 'shame and embarrassment' but the response Goldie has is quite different. Her leg starts quivering and getting shaky, and she lowers her other foot to the ground and bends forward. She squeezes her thighs together and you see a red flush entering her cheeks. Absentmindedly, the blonde domino-masked maniac cups one of her own breasts and starts softly massaging it as she watches Gyro groaning and struggling helplessly in your grip, too turned on to intelligently fight back despite his far greater weight and upper body strength. Unfortunately(?) his attempts to respond mean his lips are moving right against your own pussy. It isn't clear if he's doing it on purpose or not but the effect is the same.

"Now listen Goldie," you say, trying to maintain your composure even as you start getting a wet spot in the crotch of your outfit and your nipples visibly stiffen. "Assuming Photobomber wasn't lying I don't want him to get time-erased to ****, but I want to bring him to justice for his crimes. Much more so than you, in fact. I think you realize that if you go spreading the secret around, even if it ruins Green Streak's reputation," you struggle to keep a straight face and refrain from any snide remarks on that, "whatever Freudian nightmare sex fantasy you have planned for him, yourself, and Mr. Cuck here, ain't happening."

That seems to make Goldie hesitate, and she glances forlornly at Green Streak, who flinches.

You continue. "Not only that but my other team member, Snowflake, is on the way right now. And unlike Balloon there, she-" you grit your teeth and sigh, "..goddamnit, I mean THEY, don't play gentle when it comes to villains. If a hero with snow powers of all things ends up beating you, you'll never be taken seriously as a villainess again. So here's what's going to happen. I'm going to keep Magic Flute and this pathetic pervert," you give Mr. Gyro's bulging cock a pump in your tight-but-not-too-tight grip for emphasis, "as an insurance policy. And you are going to tell Green Streak that if he helps me get to Dr. Rainbow, his secret is safe with you. And after Dr. Rainbow is back with her head still attached, I'll have a talk with 'Banksy' there and see if I can convince him to... uh... play ball."

"Thunderbird!!!!" Green Streak and Red Balloon shout almost in unison, his voice reaching a shrill falsetto that almost competes with hers in its shrillness. "What the fuck?!"

"I mean convince with words!" you weakly protest back to them. "No rapey mind-control music, okay?" You swivel your head back to Goldie. "Oka- AHH! Shit!"

You jerk your hand away in surprise as you feel a twitch in your hand and a warm sensation as the hard spandex-clad cock between your fingers jerks and twitches. Yep... Mr. Gyro is going to need to 'take a spin' to the dry cleaners. He groans one more time and goes limp, leaving you stimulated to the point of frustration.

Goldie Glider licks her lips and laughs, a rich haughty sound. "Oh I underestimated you, Thunderbird. I really did. Usually Banksy only goes for the really dumb bimbos."

"And what does that say about you?" you toss right back at her with a smirk.

But Goldie just laughs again. "Oh ho ho ho ho..." she puts a hand to her mouth as she gives the kind of laugh that a soap opera villainess should have, rather than a costumed villainess. "Very well. I'll go retrieve my pyromaniac pain-in-the-ass and skip town for the next month. Away from all the other villains and their gossip grapevine. No crime sprees, I swear on my honor. Just hiding. And when I get back... let's plan a meeting at a penthouse suite, and see if you and Banksy can convince me and my gang to surrender ourselves for trial, with no need for anybody's... dirty laundry..." she looks down at the wet spot spreading across the crotch of Mr. Gyro's jumpsuit, "to become public."

"Oh no you don't!" Red Balloon squawks, starting to levitate towards Goldie. "There's no way I am going to let an evil, perverted, slutty, disgusTOOOOFFFFFFF!" Making a mistake as common to heroes as to villains, Red Balloon talks for just a little too long even as Goldie Glider is launching herself forward. She gut-checks Red Balloon with a shoulder and, appropriately enough, knocks all the wind out of her. Balloon is left rolling on the floor gasping helplessly for breath as Goldie gives you and Streak a sassy wave, then skates on out through the rear entrance.

Green Streak gulps. "Shit. Shiiit. Uh. Ok. Damn it... I'm going to be at the absolute top of Hot-Cross Bunny's shit list for this..." he groans. "You win Thunderbird. At midnight tonight I'll be pulling up in a limo in the League HQ's garage to take you to a certain nightclub. It's kinda a notorious one among us heroes and I'm one of only a few people in the city that knows it's secretly controlled by the Wonderland Warriors. If there's anyway to get to their hidden hideout it'll be through there. I'm going to be driving the limo but you and your Weather Watch stay in the back seats, okay? I'm gonna have to be going in un-masked and the last thing I want at this point is for you to know ANYTHING more about my personal life!"

Amid the satisfaction you feel that you're finally starting to take back control of this absurd situation, a niggling part of your mind wonders... what exactly did Raven Woman mean? She was really emphasizing 'fucking favor'. And she told you absolutely nothing about what she plans to do. And... she let slip that she doesn't want anyone else joining the Weather Watch? Why would she care about that, at all? Raven Woman... Mr. Magopolis or whatever that big-headed genie or whatever is called... Photobomber... it all ties together somehow. Somehow, some way, you even feel like the great mystery of your life, that of your father's mysterious ****, is involved in this somehow. And you just asked the sinister heroine at the center of this tangled bird's nest of lies for help.

If only you knew what she was really planning...