Battle Damaged at a Bank Heist

Hana was in the changing rooms at HQ, preparing herself for when the green light came down from above. She'd been waiting for the past three days, bored out of her skull as Winston repeatedly reassured her that he'd find a task for her soon. That morning, he'd called her directly and told her about some sort of rumoured bank heist in Seoul, planned - supposedly - for that very afternoon. Hana hadn't needed to be told twice, especially not where her hometown was concerned; so she'd made her way down to the changing area and started the long process of getting ready. This took at least forty minutes to an hour, generally, the skin-tight pilot suit she wore into battle inside her MEKA required a fair bit of prep, and today was no exception.

She started with a shower, washing her hair for good measure, and giving herself a good scrubdown. When that was done, she sat on the floor and got out the most important ingredient of all in her preparations: A large container of Talcum Powder. The suit worked best when you wore as little underneath it as possible - less potential for excessive friction, plus the suit read her vitals more effectively when it was flush with her skin. As a result, at this point in the proceedings she found herself sitting starkers on the cold changing room floor, applying talc to every last inch of her body. She shook a little out onto each leg in turn, then rubbed it into the skin, running it from her ankles all the way up to her thigh gap. Before she did the next bit, she got up and scurried over to the door, making sure it was locked and temporarily coded to her voice print, then she went back over to the talc, shook a healthy quantity onto her palm, then reached down and rubbed it on her crotch and her vulva in short order.

Strictly speaking, it wasn't actually necessary for her to put talc down there, as when she was done she'd be putting on a clean pair of panties anyway, but...well, it felt good, and the talc did wonders for her skin. She'd tried it once on a lark and it had been received well, "Jesus, Han, it's as smooth as an ice rink down there," she recalled her then-boyfriend having told her, and ever since she'd made sure to keep up that part of the ritual. When she was done talcing her unmentionables, she moved on to her backside. Now this actually was important, because although she was wearing panties, part of her butt would be exposed in them no matter what, plus there was a good chance they'd ride up or end up being ahem swallowed, as it were, when things really started to heat up in the field. So it was that she went over to Mercy's locker door (it had a mirror built-in, she often wondered why hers didn't have a mirror built-in) in order to properly apply the talc, twisting around a little as she rubbed the talc into her cheeks with circular motions.

Another boyfriend, she suddenly remembered, had taken to calling them,"Hana's Special Dumplings," after the first time he'd seen her naked. He was Chinese, and he seemed greatly pleased with himself for having come up with the nickname. Every time she'd bent over in his presence, every time they made love, every time he came upon her brushing her teeth in the bathroom, pyjama shorts leaving little to the imagination, that same 'joke, "Another order of Hana's Special Dumplings? For me?" or, "You're wasted in e-sports, you should go into the restaurant business, you'd make a killing with those dumplings of yours," It had actually started to grate on her after a while, it sounded ridiculous, but she'd have appreciated it if he could have just taken her arse a bit more seriously every now and then.

She finished rubbing the talc into her arse cheeks, giving them a playful little smack before turning away from the mirror. After that came the abdomen, and she started by applying it to her tummy, then working her way up until she reached her favourite part: Boobies!

Hana had often been accused of taking an amount of joy in her own breasts that bordered on the narcissistic, but she always countered with one simple, but compelling statement: "Boobies are the greatest gift human evolution has ever given us," and really, was she so wrong? Also of note was the fact that she habitually referred to them ever and always as 'boobies' and nothing else; not boobs, not breasts, not tits, not funbags or shoulder boulders or tatas or udders, always boobies. She took great pleasure in talcing her boobies, not in a sexual sense - at least she was pretty sure it wasn't - but more in a silly, almost innocent appreciation of their properties. She adored the way they bounced, how soft they were to the touch, how her nipples stood out proudly at the front like a hood ornament on her mecha. There was everything to love, and nothing to scorn. Unsurprisingly, the 'boobie talcing' process was more drawn out than most of the others, each pass of the powder, each circular or up and down motion with which she rubbed it in, took place as if in slow motion. For the duration, she went back over to Mercy's mirror and watched herself do it, taking in every little twitch and jiggle as she manipulated them with her fingers.

While she loved doing this sort of thing to herself behind closed doors, she was quite adamant about never allowing this side of herself to be seen in public. If it became known that Hana Song A.K.A D.Va made a habit of strutting around naked, applying talcum powder to her most intimate areas before missions and repeatedly muttering, "boobies," to herself under her breath as she stared at her own chest in the mirror, her reputation would understandably take a little bit of a hit. Hell, she'd never be able to so much as show her face in the field again. Luckily, that would never happen, her secrets would always safely remain just that: Secret.

She finished up talcing her boobies and gave herself a congratulatory round of applause, before spreading just a little bit more talc on her arms and neck, then walking back over to her own locker, feeling soft and smooth as...well, an ice rink. Her panties were waiting patiently for her in her gym bag, so she took them out and inspected them, testing the waistband by stretching it a little. They were just her style, no surprise there, as they were from the official D.Va clothing line, a limited run that had ceased to be several years ago, but to this day she got free items from it whenever she wanted them, direct from the clothing company. The panties were pink, with her signature stylised bunny rabbit design on the front; they also came with a little velcro cotton tail you could stick onto the back of them, but she had to take it off when she was going to be wearing her suit. Lifting up each leg in turn, she pulled the panties on, sighing airily as they slid smoothly into place. Suddenly, she whirled round and made finger guns at her reflection in Mercy's mirror, giggling to herself at the way her reflection's boobies jiggled in the mirror. Impossible to take even herself seriously like this, she thought, smiling.

Now, she went back to her gym bag and unzipped a secret compartment in the bottom, revealing the blue, white and pink sync suit she wore during field work. With as much ease as if it were made of air, she slipped it on, making sure the material of her panties was totally even and flat, then zipping it up, making sure her boobies were snug and in place as she did. Hana then retrieved her headset and a little tin of face-paint from the same secret compartment. She put the headset on, and quickly applied her trademark warpaint, composed of three pink stripes on either side of her face. Glancing at herself in Mercy's mirror one last time, she could see she was ready to go. "Let's go foil a heist!" She said excitedly, then went over to the door, unlocked it with a monotone, "D.Va," and left the room.

In the now-empty changing room, silence reigned. Except...in the right hand corner of the reflective surface of Mercy's mirror, a little red light blinked three times, before turning green and vanishing...