The Sexy Superhero Comedy ((IC))

Megalopolis, the jewel of the world. It's a place where you can walk the streets and you're almost certain to see people with super powers. That just how many super humans live there. Don't fret if you don't have super powers though. In today's day and age, almost anyone can parade around the streets in their underwear and call themselves a super hero, because discriminating against people without super powers would be racist, and racism is wrong.

Still, a place like Megalopolis doesn't run just on the super hero industry, though they do get a lot of tourism that way. A lot of the power challenged individuals of the city have regular jobs, such as police officers, bank tellers, street performers, business men and women, and even the lowly pizza delivery boy.

It is a shining community, filled with wonderful people. Of course not everyone can be wonderful though, and super heroes wouldn't have a job if it weren't for the super villains who try to make a fast buck off of the working man or woman. Watch out for the super villains. Some of them are relatively harmless, but you never know when you might run into a villain who is really bad news.

Oh, speaking about super villains!

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Captain Awful took a long breath as he walked into the bank, the supersoaker loaded with the new ultra sticky fluid in hand. He looked around for a moment and then felt his body droop. There was such a long line to get up to the tellers. Why was there always such a long line at these banks. He took a long breath to calm his nerves and looked around. Maybe there was someone else that he could talk to so he could get this whole thing moving along a little bit faster. Butting in line would just make everyone angry and then they'd start waving their arms around and causing a commotion and he really didn't need that today. The last thing he needed was some super hero with super hearing, like the Great Ear showing up and busting down the door and beating his face in because the screaming of the people in the bank had interrupted his classical music.

He bit his bottom lip as he tried to think about how to do this. Really, if he did it quickly enough he might get out of here before he got in any trouble. He took a long breath and then started pumping the water gun that was currently loaded with anything but water. Alright. This was going to work. He'd shoot one or two people with the the sticky stuff, leave them stuck to the counter or the floor like that guy in that one comic...what was his name? The human spider? Arachno-Man? Something silly. He didn't really need to be thinking about things like that though.

He brought up the supersoaker and, aiming it at the feet of the man in front of him and then fired. The substance shot out and when it made contact with the man's shoes and the floor made a quick seal between the two, stopping him from moving. Captain Awful then jumped out of line, bringing the water gun up so that everyone could see it, pulling out his traditional burlap bag with the over-sized dollar sign printed on the side in black. He smiled softly. This was his moment. His moment to shine.

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen." He looked around for a moment, making sure that he had everyone's attention, "As you probably know. My name is Captain Awful, and I am here to make a withdrawal." He was glad now that he had practiced this in front of his mirror this morning. He was sure that it was really paying off, "So, if you would be so kind as to cooperate. I need to impose a little bit on you and butt to the front of the line. I have to speak with the teller. I'm sure you all understand." He smiled softly at that. This would be perfect. He couldn't imagine this going wrong in any way.

B.B stared at her master with slight curiosity. He had informed her earlier that morning that the two were going to go down and earn some cash the "easy way". It wasn't anything new. William was always thinking up crazy plans to score some easy money; but it usually ended up in failure, mostly by not realizing that Bank managers had that lovely red button to notify Megalopolis police that Captain Awful was at it again. It was either that or the group of delinquents who called themselves "Super Heroes". Today her job was simple. Be the lookout in a getaway vehicle. Her master was kind enough to change her attire to something less conspicuious. "The current time is 12:05. The Bank Manager has notified the police. Estimated destination time, 7 minutes including coffee and donut break." B.B spoke into her plug-in headset to Captain Awful; making sure he had enough time to bust in and grab what human's desired: Money.

She knew nothing of the reasons to want what was essentially paper and ink. It didn't really make sense. She understood the rules of currency and that money is used to pay for items, but; why did he master need to take money? Doesn't he have to pay like everybody else? From inside, she could hear her hard drive try to process her programed ability to "think". It was then she saw from a basic engine search: How to make money. "Master. I have successfully ran a Google search on " Making Money." I have found a 4.5 out of 10 star rated site on how to print money. Shall I save this website for you to later view?" She asked, her eyes suddenly targeting in on a familiar foe. " Master. We have a hero fast approaching. Your command?" B.B spoke into her headset, gripping the loaded supersoaker next to her.

It was just another normal day for Candace Williams. Luckily today was not the day for her to become someones D n D which if you don't know what thateant it was Damsel in Distress but for some idiotic reason everyone thought it meant dungeons and dragons, how retarded!

Now she was sitting behind her teller desk at a local bank. She sighed and pushed her blonde out of her hair and grabbed a piece of chocolate. Recently she had become the world renowned Candy Girrrrrl! She had gotten pretty good at it and it was a good change from being a d n d.
"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen."
Candace looked up from the bills she had bern counting. Was this some sort of public announcement? Oh wait, maybe her boss was announcing that she was going to get a raise....... and is using a voice changer!
How fun!
"As you probably know. My name is Captain Awful, and I am here to make a withdrawal."
What?! So no raise? That sucked, wait did she know him? That name sounded ver familiar, Captain Awful, Captain Awful.... did he owe her money?
"So, if you would be so kind as to cooperate. I need to impose a little bit on you and butt to the front of the line. I have to speak with the teller. I'm sure you all understand."

An ex boyfriend maybe? Oh wait, a stalker? No that didn't sound right.

"Master. I have successfully ran a Google search on " Making Money." I have found a 4.5 out of 10 star rated site on how to print money. Shall I save this website for you to later view?"

Captain Awf.... oh yeah! The really crappy villain! Slowly and sneakily Candace rushed into the backroom and changed into her Candy girl lingerie... erm uniform and put on the pink mask.
Quickly she searched around for her weapons. She saw the candy wrappers on the floor, damn it ! Tiana was in her locker again! She grabbed a big bag of jaw breakers because no one actually ate these things.

" Master. We have a hero fast approaching. Your command?"

You bet she was quickly approaching, then she tripped over a customers purse dropping the jaw breakers, rolled on the floor hitting Captain Awfuls shoe, one actually flung in the air and hit someone in the eye.
"Im okay!" came the muffled reply of Candy girl, she stood up getting glares from the customer."Sorry! Ahem, Have no fear, Candy girl is..."

The security guard gave her a wolf whistle. Candy girl glared,"HAVE NO.."

"Hey baby wanna come rescue my lollipop?"

Grrr they were doing it again!

"HAVE NO FEAR---"

"Take it off.."

Candy girl sighed this was hopeless,"Drop the water gun, lady!"

"Spray her tits!"

"Or I might get physical!" She said through clenched teeth which only produced more cat calls and whistles.

((Well, I thought we were waiting for someone, but now that I think about it, I can't imagine who))

Will sighed as he heard the cry of a super hero. Great, that was actually the last thing that he needed right now. He looked over for a moment and then raised an eyebrow. It looked like this girl's costume was some kinky lingerie and what looked like some sort of mardigras mask. Well, that was kind of interesting, but not actually what he had expected to see. He took a long breath before closing his eyes and turning his attention back to the job at hand.

Really, if the girl had a super power, his guess was that it was the power of distraction, or something silly like her body released pheromones or something like that. Really, she didn't look all that strong, and based on the way that she hadn't actually moved to stop either of them and was just at the front telling B.B. who had obviously come in to assist him with the hero (what a nice girl she was) to drop her weapon. Really, he wasn't sure why heroes always got so uppity about his gadgets, always referring to them as weapons. It made it sound like he was in the business of coming up with death rays or something. Yeah, right. Like he needed something like a death ray to explode in his hands. No. No he did not.

He supposed that really, the situation at the front with B.B. and this 'Candy Girl' really could work to his advantage. It seemed that the guards, and most of the patrons were paying full attention to what was going on there, it meant that he could slip to the front of the line. This was actually a lot better than his original plan. Somehow a hero showing up had actually made this quite a bit easier. He brought up his hand to his headset so that he could talk discreetly with B.B. He whispered into the headset softly, hoping no one would hear, and that this 'Candy Girl' didn't have super hearing or anything like that, "Sounds like everyone wants to see the two of you fight. It's actually a good idea since it keeps her attention off of me." His smirk widened a little bit before he spoke up once more, "Just remember, don't kill her, and make sure to tie her up or leave her stuck with the sticky solution before we leave. We wouldn't want her following us." He also knew by the comments that the patrons were making that if they tied up this super 'hero' and left her here, that everyone's attention would definitely still be on her while they made their escape. A good plan.

He had used all of this time where the hero, along with everyone else, was distracted to make his way up to the teller. He smiled softly before putting his burlap sack on the counter putting his sticky gun at his side and pulling out what looked like some form of ray gun to point at the teller. Really, it was just a prop that he had bought with the intention of gutting it and using the body for a better invention that would actually do something, but the teller didn't know that. He still had his smug smile on his face as he spoke, "Please fill the bag with valuables. I'd really appreciate it."

So far all of his dialogue had been nice and kind. It was something that he had been working on for a while. Every time he saw non-professionals storm a bank to get the money they were waving guns around in peoples faces, there was screaming, and the heroes arrived and beat them up until they wet themselves. He had tried the big approach his first time, had ended up with no money, and had only barely escaped before the beatings could ensue, thanks to the fact that the hero team that had shown up to stop him were having some relationship problems with each other at the time. They had spent their time arguing over who was going to get credit for this, and how the male hero was probably just going to start running around with some bimbo in tights after this anyway, so why should she care...it had been a lot of luck.

Ever since then he had perfected his art, by watching some of the more suave super villains and how they did their work. Of course the super villain that he had watched was 'The Dark Charmer' who's super power was a combination of pheromones and mental manipulation. The only problem was his super powers didn't work on males, so he had been beaten rather badly and was now locked up. From what Will had heard, he was doing quite well for himself in prison and had admirers visiting him every day.

Captain Awful didn't have any powers like that, but he had noticed that being polite and asking nicely made people much more willing to do what he said, and much less willing to watch as he was unceremoniously beaten to a pulp by some super hero. Most of the time if a hero did show up, they let him go because most of the time he hadn't managed to do anything, and he always asked so nicely, and was always polite. This time the only difference was that he was going to be leaving with his dollar sign bag filled with money. This time the events had worked out perfectly for him.

"Understood Master". B.B responded into her headset, her glass-like eyes stared at the girl in questionable attire in front of her. B.B, in a extremely monotone vocabulary. "My master has requested that I leave you unharmed, but I cannot allow you to step in and ruin his plans. I assure you that we are not here to harm anybody; therefore, there is no need for you to assist any civilians of any danger. Please immediately turn away and walk through the bank doors, outside.. or else I am forced to terminate without ending human life. "

B.B raised the liquid gun pointing it directly at the hero called " Candy Girl". That moment was a very crucial moment for her. "Um." She began, looking back for a brief moment at her master perfecting his transaction. " The attire you wear.. Miss Candy.. do.. master's like when female humans wear such.. lacy and satin-like attire?"

"My master has requested that I leave you unharmed, but I cannot allow you to step in and ruin his plans. I assure you that we are not here to harm anybody; therefore, there is no need for you to assist any civilians of any danger. Please immediately turn away and walk through the bank doors, outside.. or else I am forced to terminate without ending human life. "

What, wait what? Candy girl frowned still ignoring hoots and hollers from the male and lesbian customers. Huh. Maybe she should think about investing in a new costume, this one always seemed to do the opposite of intimidate.

"Listen bot girl, your really...... really dumb threat doesn't scare me!"

The bot girl pulled out a water gun and Candybgirl shrieked. It wasn't that she was scared of water it was just if she got wet her body would cling to the dress and that didn't exactly give off the super hero expression..
"Just calm down, put the gun down... no need to get hasty.." Candy Girl said wearily.

"Spray her tits first!!"

"Go fuck yourself!" Candy girl yelled

"Fuck me first babe!"

" The attire you wear.. Miss Candy.. do.. master's like when female humans wear such.. lacy and satin-like attire?"

Candy girl turned back to bot girl.

"Huh?" she glanced over at the criminal then grinned," yeah I guess.. depends on his quirks.."

Bot girl seemed confused.

"ugh you know his turn ons? His kinks? What gets his engine going?"

"ugh you know his turn ons? His kinks? What gets his engine going?" Candy Girl asked her, her face curious to know what a nerdy boy such as Captain Awful would be interested in. B.B paused for a moment pulling up the last 50 search inquiries William had preformed just moments before their takedown of Metro's biggest bank. " Last 50 inquiry interests as of 10:15am:

- How to make money.
- How to bake the perfect chocolate chip cookie without much effort.
- Lolita attire on Baby the Stars Shine Bright.
- What is Megalopolis' biggest bank?
- How to make Androids or Robots love you.
- Beat 20 games in 20 days
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The last three caught her attention slightly as she read them out.

- Hot asian babes 24/7. Asian attention all day, all the time.
- Asians in swimwear.
- Asian "cuisine".

"My shell form master has given me is of tough vinyl. Race: Asian. Therefore; my observations direct me to assume that Master prefers asians. " B.B lower her gun slightly, but still on her target. "Thank-you Miss Candy. I shall take it into consideration of bringing up master's kinks and what he expects of me. However; I do not understand the term "kink". On my database I have the following definitions:

a sharp bend in a line produced when a line having a loop is pulled tight
a person with unusual sexual tastes
crimp: curl tightly; "crimp hair"
an eccentric idea
curl: form a curl, curve, or kink; "the cigar smoke curled up at the ceiling"
a difficulty or flaw in a plan or operation; "there are still a few kinks to iron out"
wordnetweb.princeton.edu/perl/webwn

KINK, also kink.fm, is a commercial broadcast FM radio station in Portland, Oregon. The station began broadcasting Christmas Day, 1968 as “Kink – The Underground Link”. ...

Trigger points are described as hyperirritable spots in skeletal muscle that are associated with palpable nodules in bands of muscle fibers. ...


KinK is a Canadian documentary television series, which first aired in 2001 on Showcase. The series profiles some of the more unusual edges of human sexuality, primarily the kink and fetish scenes. ...


Kink is a term used to refer to a broad range of sexual practices (sometimes referred to as kinky), including spanking, bondage, dominance and ...


A tight curl, twist, or bend in a length of thin material, hair etc; A difficulty or flaw that is likely to impede operation, as in a plan or system; Peculiarity or deviation in sexual behaviour or taste; To form a kink; To be formed into a kink


The Kinks are an English rock group formed on March 17th 1963, and categorised in the US as a British Invasion band. The Kinks have been cited as one of the most important and influential rock bands of all time.


A bump, bend, twist or curl in the tail bone.

B.B raised the gun, her face still expressioness. "Master is nearly done obtaining the money he needs. I shall terminate you to the lowest degree. Good day Miss Candy Girl. " B.B's finger pulled the trigger, first wetting the questionable hero in water to hold thre sticky substance in place, which was shot shortly after. She watched the female hero try hard to squirm out, but could not. "Master. Miss Candy has been taken care of. Your orders?"

Will had gotten the bag filled with money. He smiled softly as he slowly began to walk back just in time to see B.B. shoot the scantily clad super heroine flat on with the sticky substance. He smirked softly as he looked at her, considering making a joke about how obviously a girl who dressed like that was used to getting covered in sticky substances. He decided not to make such a joke. He instead looked at B.B. and spoke softly, "I don't know, B.B., maybe you should take a picture or something." He smirked softly as he looked at Candy Girl, "Maybe if you get a few of them we can post them on the internet and make a special website out of it." He chuckled as he looked at her for a few more moments before bringing his hand up and rubbing at his forehead for a moment.

He smiled as he looked at Candy Girl for a few moments before looking back to B.B.. He chuckled softly, "Do you want to be in one of the pictures, after all, you were the one who took her down."

"Picture. Understood." B.B spoke, her eyes overlapping with a special, built-in camera. With every blink of her eyes, B.B was taking pictures at a high, shutter-speed. Ignoring the cries coming from Candy Girl, B.B announced that she had saved the photos onto her internal hard drive, uploading them on the internet as they speak.

"Photos have been successfully uploaded onto google images and yahoo.com. Estimated time to reach entertainment sites will be less than 12 minutes." When William asked if she would be interested in being in one of the photos, the quiet android turned around, shaking her head slowly. "Master, this is virtually impossible. I cannot take photo's of myself unless you have required a camera for your use."

Will smiled softly before reaching into one of his pockets, pulling out a small camera. He waved it around a little bit while he looked at his android companion. He spoke softly, "Of course I have a camera. I'm a gadget genius." He smirked as he looked at the android for a few more moments, "It's really up to you though. If you don't want to be in a picture with her or something, that's fine. If you do want to be in a picture with her, it's up to you what pose you want to take." He smirked as he looked at Candy Girl. This was kind of fun. He then thought about it for a moment, slipping the camera back into his pocket, "On second thought, we should probably get going, unless you really want to be in a picture with her. We don't want to dawdle around a place like this too much, after all, someone more competent might show up."

He smirked softly as he looked at Candy for a few more moments and then he shrugged before looking over at B.B. again. Really, if she wanted to stay her for a few more pictures they probably had time for that, but if she didn't, they could get out of here and leave her here. They could even say something funny to the group of people who were watching to give any super hero who showed up something to deal with. He smiled softly, "Up to you, really."

"Master would most likely wish for me to pose with Candy Girl." B.B registered in her "Thoughts" program. She was designed to please any request her master gave her. Could this be an ecoded request? "Yes master, I wish to be photographed. However I shall please you." B.B spoke, stripping down to her underwear. "I have decided that I should dress for the photo like Candy. Does this not please you, master?" She asked, ignoring the hoots and hollers of every damn horny man in the building.

*"I don't know, B.B., maybe you should take a picture or something." He smirked softly as he looked at Candy Girl, "Maybe if you get a few of them we can post them on the internet and make a special website out of it."

Candy girl glared them, not only had bot girl fooled her but sprayed her with sticky stuff but now they wanted pictures?!

" Uh uh! No pictures! I swear to god if you..."

CLICK!

"No!"
She screeched glaring at bot girl. "That is the LAST TIME I help a side kick. Forget nicities!"

"SPRAY HER AGAIN!"

"We should come to this bank more often!"

"Hey baby I'll spray you with a sticky solution of my own!"

Candy was thinking of becoming a super villian herself and killing all the customers! Caught up in her own thoughts to just ignore the villians and kill the customers with her super awesome candy, she missed the rest of the conversation..

Until now...

*"I have decided that I should dress for the photo like Candy. Does this not please you, master?"

"What?! No! "

"Yeah!!!"came a series of masculine voices.

"Bot girl, you've just screwed us over. You know that, right?"

"I do not understand Miss. Candy". B.B spoke quietly, her attention turned to her master. Did she do something wrong? Why was he not giving her a command? " Your orders.. master?" B.B asked, a little worry in her voice. The young android stood very still, as she silently noticed the many perverted men around herself and Candy Girl taking pictures of the half-naked young women before them, one in the mysterious, sticky mixture her master had created hours earlier. "Are my orders to remain still, master?" B.B asked again, unsure to reach for her clothes or not.

Will had looked at the android for a long moment, his face a mixture of appreciation and horror. Why had she done that? He took a long breath before speaking up softly, "B.B. Clothes. We're getting out of here." He looked over to Candy girl and smiled weakly, "Sorry about her. She gets a bit...over-enthusiastic sometimes." He took a long breath before looking back to B.B., "Are you driving, or is it gonna be me behind the wheel this time?" He started to move back towards the entrance of the bank, heading back out to the street. He then brought up his hand, giving everyone in the bank a little wave as he walked, "Bye everyone. Enjoy the rest of your day."

He heard one of the males cry out, 'Oh we sure will. We're going to enjoy this helpless super-chica too!' and that had been what had caused Will to stop his walking. He brought his hand up and rubbed at his forehead for a moment. He knew that he was going to regret this. He knew that he was. He looked over to Candy Girl one last time and then groaned softly, "Oh god damn it. B.B. Pick up the girl and bring her along. We can't leave her here with all of these...people..." He almost seemed to be disgusted with having to use that word to describe the people in the bank. This was going to go nowhere good. He knew that there was nowhere good that this could go, but he couldn't leave her helpless there either, especially given what she was wearing and the way that all of the people in the bank were looking at her, and the things they were saying.

"This is such a bad idea..." He rubbed at his forehead and stood guard at the front doors of the bank waiting for B.B.

**deleted for CT's edit**

my apologies for the delay. I'll be more on the ball now.

A silent alarm. In Megalopolis, where as humble copy boy; Mark Ment, he was late for work each and every day at his job running prints to and from the editor's desk to the printing rooms. He was dangling a bullet train from it's tracks in downtown Fan Sacisco. "There is an emergency in my home you'll understand." And with muscles charged by an unknown alien process he dropped the train to the ground safely saving it from flying to it's doom at 200 m/ph but likely giving a case of whiplash to every person inside.

Flying off to the other end of the the country he pondered his name. Ultraguy? No. Uber Dude? No. maybe, Mega Man! No. he'd likely get sued. There at that bank looked like it had no customers and there were at least four heroes going into other ones. Alright, this was his time to shine. He came in through the vault completely crushing the reinforced concrete and steel ceiling, causing a wild racket as it was breached, and subtly tore the vault door off.

"NEVER fear, um, er... I've arrived anyway Halt evildoers." Fiery beams came from his eyes atomizing one of the security cameras and likely frying it's system making recognition impossible, and then he noticed. A cute little japanese girl in a garter set and lacy bra, and a lingerie glad bombshell, restrained and wet in some kind of taffy substance. Had he flown onto the set of one of those racy films again? "Desist and clothe yourselves, you're more shamelessly dressed than buxom babe, and her jugs and justice." with wide eyes he recoiled from the flesh about him, pappy had told him this was all things he'd have to deal with. The wanton attitudes, the short skirts. "Citizens help me clothe these poor defenseless women. You there with the sack I assume you're dressed like that because you came to help these women,, help me get them properly attired, before something happens!"

B.B stared at the man before her, unsure what to think at first. She heard her master's urgent command. "Understood Master." B.B beamed, dressing herself quickly before ripping the light girl out of the sticky substance. " Master. I do not think it is wise to bring her to our secret headquarters. What if she alerts others of our home..?" B.B asked, lifting the small girl over her shoulder before running towards the car. "Police will be arriving in less than 3 minutes. I believe it is well advised that I drive." B.B spoke, tossing the hero in the back of the car like she was simply a doll.

The beautiful android sped off with top speed, careful to take back alley-ways and detours. " So Master, are we bringing the hero home?" She asked, her mind focusing directly on the road. "Should we stop by your favorite resturant? And.. that man from the bank is fast approaching. Your orders?"

((disregard this))

edit...

((Nevermind))

"Yeah let go of me!" Candy girl screamed as she was thrown into the back. Damn it! Could she catch a break? Was she like destined to be a damsel in dis-- No! she was not damn it! She heard the new hero tell Captain Awful to put a bag over them. That was actually a good--

Wait! No bad bad bad!!!!

"Are you kidding me?!" Candy girl screeched," Hes the villain, not the good guy and he just kidnapped .... not kidnapped, well yeah kidnapped me but I'm not a damsel in distress and I don't need your help."

She threw a candy bar at bot girl and then jumped out of the car.

"Oh and don't think I'm gonna say your my hero. because I just I just don't!" Candy girl fumed.

((Okay. That was exciting))

Will had rubbed his forehead as he listened to what B.B. was saying. Of course she was right. This was a phenomenally bad plan. He bit his bottom lip, trying to think of where they could take the girl. He couldn't afford to take her home with him, and really, after that, he wasn't sure what he might be able to do. He thought about it carefully. He could take her to her home. He turned around to bounce this idea off of her just in time to see her jump out of the moving car. He then blinked for a moment and looked back to B.B., a soft smile on his face, "Problem number one solved." He sighed and flopped back against his seat a little bit, looking straight ahead.

His mind was filled with questions, more questions than he knew how to answer right away. He continued to stare ahead and then spoke up very softly, "So why did you take off your clothes?" He looked back to her again, "I mean, I don't particularly mind, but why would you do that?"

B.B drove without any intent of slowing down. Her long, dark hair blew towards the breeze as she looked forward, knowing that William was staring at her."So why did you take off your clothes?" William asked her, followed by another. "I mean, I don't particularly mind, but why would you do that?"


" I did it because Candy Girl informed me to look back on my internet search log and try to figure out what your kinks are. I realized that you have an interest in other B.B- type models but you prefer to see them in underwear or nude. My system has a "changing clothes" program, so I am allowed to dress down any time I please- without your permission. However; this program has a lock mode if I am to discard the underwear attire. You had chosen the password "Money". " B.B spoke, looking up at the hero following them closely. "Should I roll out of the vehicle and terminate?" She asked, making a sharp turn to the right.

Will closed his eyes for a long moment at B.B.'s suggestion. He had moved beyond the whole underwear thing. They could talk about that later. There was a much more pressing concern now. He spoke up quickly, "No." His eyes opened as he looked at the space in front of him, "New rule, B.B.. No jumping out of a car that you are driving while I'm still inside of it, okay?" He looked over his shoulder for a moment, "Slow down. Let the super hero catch up with us if he really wants. We can talk to him. Keep your guard up and keep your trigger finger ready. If I squeeze your shoulder it means you should eliminate him and drive off again, alright?" It was the best plan that he had come up with in a while. It was going to work too. Chances were that this super hero who was following them wasn't really interested in them like they thought he was, and if he was interested in them like that, he probably wouldn't be expecting them to pull over the side and then B.B. to give him a blast of something in the face.

Chaos ensued, police, reporters and in the middle of it all mark attempting to remember a good superhero name. Of course there were the usual insurance workers crying horribly over the damage he'd caused and he thought that was a good cue to get going. after all those people were going to help that poor naked lady and he was sure there was something in the hero books about looking for exciting cross-overs. Suddenly he spotted it. A large sack brown with a black dollar sign on it. The man who was trying to help the naked heroine and save her from the obviously mind controlled populace had been carrying it. maybe he was the Dollar Bill or something. Though come to think of it the last time he'd met Dollar Bill the aging superhero had been, well... aging.

Still with a dash he began to chase after the car following them with his enhanced senses, hearing the squeal of tires. It wasn't long before he caught up to them they'd pulled over on the side of the road, so convenient, and helpful. They couldn't be villains now, villains never pulled over and waited, unless they were going to zap you with a fearsome death beam or something, and that was only after extensive balbbity blabbity bloo, and talking. But there they were waiting, he pulled up beside them and went to open the door to speak to them tearing it off in his hand.

"Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean to do that but you dropped this." his eyes radiated pure gullibility, somewhere out there the mother of common sense was wailing and smashing her head against a wall. Mark didn't notice that either.