Issue Seven -- Compromised Heroine
Chapter One
"A hero is defined as; a person, typically a man, who is admired or idealized for courage, outstanding achievements, or noble qualities. In America we have a long standing tradition of making 'heroes' out of villains. From the prohibition infamy of John Dillinger, or Bonnie and Clyde, to today when television shows like Sons of Anarchy and Breaking Bad rule in ratings, we seem fascinated less with nobility or traditional heroism, instead opting to idolize men and women who are willing to take what they want by any means necessary."
~An excerpt from the article
Compromised Heroes
, by Starling Chase.
"Tweet tweet, little birdy," Tom Danvers said, waving her feathery mask back and forth. "I hear you've been asking around about someone, or something, called Dominion?"
"What are you doing here?" Starling demanded, planting her fists against her curvaceous hips. She felt a little silly attempting to employ her superheroine demeanor while clad in only a white T-shirt, and pink and yellow polka dot panties.
Tom Danvers was sitting at her two-seat kitchen table, holding her cum stained mask and glaring at her over his bushy brown mustache. He was wearing his usual black fatigues, with a utility belt and combat boots. He had on a black tank top that displayed his well-built upper body.
Much to her dismay, the sight of his masculine build sent a little tremor of attraction rolling through her chest. Was it the remnants of Hypnox's spell, or more likely the supernatural sway the supposedly half-incubus Danvers held over females..?
He brought her mask to his nose, inhaling deeply before laying it on the table. "Smells like you've had an interesting night?"
Starling stammered, not about to tell this man the truth of her defeat. "I don't see how that's any of your business!"
"Ah, of course," he replied. "And the other night when I found you in Hypnox's lair, I suppose that isn't any of my business either?"
"It most certainly is not!" Starling spat. "Now tell me what you are doing here!"
Despite her bluster, the young red head was fighting down nerves. After a hot shower, she felt refreshed and invigorated, but she was not fully recovered from her long night in Warden City, and she was certainly in no shape for a tussle with the half-incubus.
"You don't know the danger you're in," Danvers said. "HE doesn't take kindly to having the spotlight shone on him."
"First of all, maybe that's exactly what I want! Shine the light and watch him scurry like the cockroach he is!" Starling shot back. "And B, it hardly seems to matter, the ones who recognize his name don't seem to know anything anyway."
"I assure you, he is no mere cockroach," Danvers said. "And he won't be scurrying, he'll come for you!"
"Good! Then I can take him down!"
The man was rubbing his forehead. "You will be no match for Dominion, little dove."
"Why not?" she asked, taking a few steps towards him. "Who, or what, is Dominion?"
Tom Danvers only shook his head.
"Tell me," she pressed. "He's obviously a big time player, I mean, and he's your boss...who is he? What's his role in Warden City?"
"That's information you're just not ready for," Danvers replied.
"That's not for you to decide!" Starling shot back, taking another step forward. "Tell me, or I'll make you tell me!"
Suddenly, his eyes rolled shut and Tom tilted his head back awkwardly. When he opened them and regarded her once more, there was gleam in his dark gaze. He lifted a hand towards her, not reaching exactly, more like he was warming his hand by a fire.
"You are absolutely buzzing with sexual energy," he sounded almost wistful. "What have you been doing tonight?"
Her emerald eyes narrowed. "I told you that's none of your business!"
"Buzzing?" Gosh, I feel exhausted,
she thought to herself.
Can he really sense that kind of thing though?
"I could smell it on your mask but," Tom stood and started to come towards her slowly. "You are absolutely radiating submissive sensuality."
The young woman took a few steps back. The way he was looking at her, she began to sense something in him too: hunger!
"Listen Danvers, if you aren't here to give me information," she said sternly. "Then it's time for you to leave!"
"Yes, you can talk and act as tough as you want," he hummed. "But I know what's in your heart...what you really desire."
"I desire for you to leave!" she spat. "If you won't, then I'll make you!"
"Mmm, yes," Danvers replied, licking his lips. "Come and make me, heroine!"
Starling's emerald eyes narrowed, and she lunged forward throwing a high kick, which only glanced off his upraised forearm. She'd forgotten how quick he was. The young woman pressed her attack, throwing a flurry of punches which Danvers easily side stepped. As momentum carried her past, he gave her a quick little swat on her polka dotted ass!
"Hey!" she snapped indignantly, whirling to face him.
"I hope that's not the best you got," he said, grinning.
"Not by a long shot!" she snarled, lunging forward.
This time she came at him throwing four wild punches. Of course, he easily slipped the attack, but it was merely a feint and as he stepped out of the way Starling spun backwards. She landed with a graceful back kick, driving her heel into the side of his face. Tom swore sharply, stumbling to the side clutching at his cheek.
Starling followed up, pressing her advantage and punching him in the ribs. He was solid as granite, and her fist stung a bit after the blow, but he grunted and dropped his hands. The woman riffled a hard right hook across his jaw staggering the man!
