SUPER CATFIGHT

    “Ugh, not again!” Ravyne muttered as she glared at the screen of her smartphone. Once again photos of her backside had ended up on the web, much to her supreme annoyance. Her normally sensibly cut halter topped leotard had a frequent tendency to ride up while in action giving it the appearance of a thong baring her shapely derriere for the world to see. And because of that it became a common target of cameras and photos of it had graced countless web pages dedicated to ‘heroine asses’. Hell, there have even been challenges to discover her secret identity by carefully studying her behind.

    Ravyne ruefully shook her head lamenting letting herself get swayed by the designer’s recommendation that she ‘show some leg’. “You got gams til Tuesday, dearie, flaunt ‘em.” The designer had declared. She shook her head again, sure, right, flaunt them right along with her butt and large, firm forty four double D breasts, the most common of superpowers as some called them. At least she didn’t go along with the advice of adding a cleavage window.

    “I really need to wear pants with this.” She muttered. Just then she sighted a moving van slowly driving up the alley. From her vantage point on the roof above she crouched low so as not to be seen. Ravyne’s baby-blue eyes narrowed as she watched the van pulled up in front of a warehouse loading bay. After a pause the door raised up allowing entry. Bingo! She thought to herself.

    After weeks of investigating Ravyne had tracked the art theft ring responsible for a string of brazen robberies to the warehouse she was now casing. As she watched the van enter and the door lower down she rose up, it was time to take action. Stashing her phone in a secret pocket at the small of her back Ravyne took a moment to adjust her costume. She cinched up her elbow-length opera gloves then her thigh-high boots then the blue sash tied around her wide, shapely hips, the only part of her costume that wasn’t a deep purple. And finally, with her glossy red lips curled in annoyance she adjusted the bottom of her leotard eliminating the slight wedgie that had ridden up while sitting in a crouching position.

    And with a final adjustment of her mask Ravyne smoothed back her inky-black waist-length hair as she stepped up to the ledge preparing to leap down into the alley.

    This job should be a piece of cake. Whatever number there were or the amount of firepower they sported it wouldn’t be much of a task. With her being super strong, fast and nigh indestructible along with a lifetime of martial arts training this gang of criminals would be relatively easy to subdue. A battle plan formulated in her mind, she’ll burst through the door and barrel through them before they had time to react. Then once they’re dealt with she’ll call the police to clean up. She wagged her brow, the only real hitch in this plan would be making sure none of the criminals made a break for it. The more there were the more likely that would happen. Hopefully there wouldn’t be many, gangs like these rarely numbered high as fewer members meant larger shares of the spoils. Well, no matter, time to get this show on the road. Ravyne stepped forward to drop down.

    Just then Ravyne froze as she felt a presence behind her. She whirled around expecting one of the gang members trying to get the drop on her. And her eyes went wide with surprise upon seeing who it was. “You…”

(made in DS)