You get to the bottom of what Goldie has on Green Streak!

You take a deep breath and calm yourself. Getting in a fight won't help you out of this now, even if it's damn tempting. There's a tangled, gordian knot of a mystery here with way too many moving pieces. The supervillains getting released from jail by Raven Woman. The little imp who escaped during the attack and signed a contract with Red Balloon. That weirdo Photobomber. Green Streak's line on the Wonderland Warriors. And now, some rather weird and awkward family drama.

"So... when you say, 'like that'..." you start to say hesitantly. Your eyes flick back and forth between Green Streak. Although the fit, muscular man's bottomless leotard and green speedo are as 'bold' a fashion choice as ever, his face looks mortified... meek, even. Then you look at Goldie Glider who is confident and keeps exchanging flirty glances with Mr. Gyro. You get the feeling that Goldie will be more in the mood to talk.

"Ahem. Now, as the leader of the Weather Watch... I'm here to, uh, forecast a solution to this mystery."

"Really?" Green Streak looks annoyed with your bad wordplay but you ignore him.

"So, Goldie. I'm guessing... this had something to do with a wide-ranging mind-altering effect which weakened some taboos." you say, frowning. You'd been trying to forget. In just one hotel, by sheer chance, you'd come across a young guy banging his aunt in public, and some old guy in bed with his... whatever that schoolgirl was. No doubt hundreds if not thousands have had their family harmony torn apart by your hasty decision to **** Gloomy Sunday's abilities and Petite Mort's quantum violin to briefly remove the incestuous taboos of everyone within a 5 mile radius. You'd even called on Green Streak specifically for back-up. From his perspective, he might even be wondering if you lured him into this specifically.

"And Green Streak is your brother? You mean adoptive, or...?"

"Nah." the curvy blonde in the off-orange dress shakes her head. "The normal kind. I'd just had a squabble in the gang with that pyromaniac moron challenging my leadership again, and this tomcat," she points her thumb at Gyro, "taking liberties groping a couple of novice heroines after they failed to put a stop to our armored car heist while tying them up. And my dear brother realized he couldn't get away with evading me anymore and showed up to try and stop us. After he'd taken care of the other guys we did the same dance we've done a hundred times before. But this time, I was upset and started teasing him about how he couldn't satisfy those spandex-wearing brats anyway, and started grabbing him through that tight speedo of his. And wow, was I surprised by the reaction I found."

She slowly skates towards him, licking her lips. "And I remembered all the weird things I used to think about in the old days... and how for some reason I kept 'accidentally' leaving the door open when I was fooling around with one of the guys from school, when I knew Banksy was home..."

"It was a complete misunderstanding!" Green Streak protests in a panic. "Everybody knows I'm a ladies man. Sometimes my hands get busy before I even know it. I'd zipped over to un-tie those heroines, and it wasn't possible without some hand-to-ass contact. They were flirting with me, too. It's only natural I'd have a little stiffness..."

"You say it was a misunderstanding?" Goldie snickers and looks at him condescendingly from behind her brownish-orange domino mask. "You sure had a lot of 'misunderstanding' for me to swallow."

You fold your arms. It's damn tempting to pile onto him but you are the absolute last person who has the right to do that, since even if this wasn't your fault, it isn't wise to throw stones now that your evil stepbrother is spreading around the (lamentably accurate) rumor that you got yourself pregnant by accidentally screwing your stepfather. "Now I see. Goldie Glider had her gang together as a trap. I guess this Mr. Gyro guy is pretty pissed you took advantage of his girlfriend like that."

That makes the mustachioed spin-powered man a little nervous and he shifts his feet. Goldie Glider speaks up. "Ohhh no. Well, actually, yes, for a moment. But that moment of anger didn't last long before he was all over me. It was better than we'd had in a good, long time. And this time, he's going to sit there and watch while you make me cum."

"And... if I refuse...?" Green Streak sets his jaw.

"Well, we WERE going to broadcast it all over town from my headquarters, until these little twats came along and blew it up." Goldie points at you and Red Balloon. "But I think I can settle for taking it to a news paper."

You purse your lips and think for a moment. "Alright... Balloon, Streak, it's clear that fighting isn't going to solve anything here. If you throw Goldie and her gang in jail, they'll still spread the rumor. And I really need that way into Hot Cross Bunny's base of operations. There's only one sensible thing to do."

Green Streak stares confusedly as you begin to sing. Passed through your mask, your emotion-affecting subsonic powers are more potent than before. You aren't sure it'll have the full effect since you aren't a magician like Gloomy Sunday is, but you do your best to reproduce that same taboo-disrupting musical theme as before.

It's a simple calculation. Dr. Rainbow's safety comes first, and definitely before Green Streak's dignity. If this means Goldie seduces him again a second time, in front of a room full of witnesses, he'll have **** to cooperate with you if he wants you to keep his dirty secret.

When Green Streak realizes what you're doing he claps his hands over his ears. But that's no defense - low frequency sound passes right through all obstacles. But just you are starting to justify doing something so perverse for a second time, you hear the sound of a click, and your 'song' is interrupted by an explosion! A small but powerful bomb bursts not far away from you, knocking you off your feet and punching the breath from your lungs. As you roll over and start stumbling to your feet, you see a familiar sight.

There is the man in the Hawaiian t-shirt with the camera around his neck, and the mask shaped like a bomb. "I tried the hands-off approach..." he says wearily. "but what am I to do when this sonic bimbo has the most insane reactions to problems imaginable."

Green Streak recognizes him too. "Hey... you! You're the one who blew up the base! The one that Beast Beauty is always talking about and trying to get pictures of!" he points at Photobomber. "What are you doing here now?"

Rather than simply disappearing again like he usually does, Photobomber instead reaches up and removes his mask... revealing his face. He looks a little familiar... with a strong resemblance to someone else in the room.

"Trying to stop you from making a fatal mistake..." Photobomber says, addressing Green Streak. "...dad."