A crazy animal is left holding her leash while you go on ahead

Since you're going to have to be giving it back soon, you go ahead and show some mercy on your captive, reaching over and pulling your plastic baton free from her orifice, drawing a little yelp. Once it is so freed, you can see a little sheen of juice on it, no longer hidden by her power.

"Well," you say, "I guess that is good news. I haven't been in the League for long but surely showing up to the first assembly and costume fitting with a villain already in cuffs has to count for some credibility points, right?"

Beast-Beauty blushes and looks over her shoulder. "Um, actually, Ms. Drakeson, ever since some certain little incidents there are stricter regulations on villains being brought into the actual headquarters for questioning. It has to be a registered hero in good standing signing some papers for it and, like, some heroes are specifically banned from it. Like... me. And Green Streak. Plus a few others like Octo-Daddy, Orange Crusher... and Whole Glory, for some reason. Gotta be a story behind that."

"Damn." you say. "Well, I guess there are always gonna be caveats, and I can't argue with their reasoning. I guess I should just drop her off at the station before I go in after all."

"Awwww," Beastie purrs sympathetically, putting a hand on your shoulder. "Don't do that, girlfriend! I'd hate for your hard work to not be recognized even if it was putting a feather in the cap of a strapping, dominant policeman instead. I mean, I know I kinda put you in an awkward situation at that event yesterday, but you totally went along with it and did your best not to embarrass me or get me in trouble in front of my cop friends." she says.

You can't quite muster up a response to that, so you just stay silent and smile awkwardly, lying by omission instead. Beauty continues. "I'll keep this bad kitty all tied up and ready to be properly caged while you go meet with Rainbow, Mort and your new friends! I don't have anything too important to do today, I mean, I know people love my animal-shaped pancakes but it's probably not healthy to have too many carbs every day regardless... erm, for me, especially. I don't wanna get put on a diet by Mood Ring again, that chick is a real drill-sergeant sometimes."

"NO! No, no, no!" Cheshire's eyes flick wide open, staring accusingly at you. "Don't you dare leave me with this circus freak! I have rights, even in this moronic city! You are going to do your job and take me in and present me to one of your Big League wankers! It's your job!" That specific of a suggestion makes you a touch suspicious. "What's wrong with the circus?" Beauty asks cutesily.

It could be that you're falling prey to reverse psychology, but you decide you'll go ahead and take Beauty up on this. After all, it won't be easy getting new heroes to trust you even if Doc is already on your side, and you'd hate to see her get browbeaten by the others for suggesting you as a team leader.

"You'll just hold onto her here outside of the security checkpoint, right?" you ask Beauty warily. "No shenanigans like you were getting up to with those other cat girls during the Baconator incident?"

In the handful of seconds since you were last speaking it seems Beast-Beauty has pulled out her cellphone and has been tapping away at it and scrolling through updates. She looks up and beams at you. "Oh yeah, for reals! I'll be good this time~"

You hand her the keys to Cheshire's handcuffs. Belatedly the captured invisible girl tries to shuffle away in a **** run for it, but Beauty has already grabbed onto the floating cuffs from behind, and with both hands and feet fettered, Cheshire doesn't stand a chance. "Alright," you say, smiling in spite of yourself, "I'll be back as soon as possible. Just remember that I'm trusting you on this one, Beauty. No... 'monkey business', right?" you add with a smirk and a wink. Sure enough, Beauty loves that and she giggles and bounces on her heels excitedly again.

As you walk up to the checkpoint and present your ID you almost have second thoughts. Beauty looked a little bit TOO pleased to do you this favor. But, hell, it isn't like you're her owner, right? And you've seen no sign that she's into girls at all, so it isn't like she's going to be taking advantage of the situation herself. You push other unfortunate (for the villainess) possibilities out of your mind as you walk in, looking forward to mutually congratulating Doc.