Dreambender Misadventures: Dastardly Dogs #2 (Patreon)

Chapter 2

My eyes opened. Gothic City stretched out before me in all its sinister glory. I was on my favorite perch atop a five-story abandoned hotel. The building was atop a hill overlooking the rest of the city. It was also deep within a very bad part of town, but then again there were few crime-free districts in Gothic City.

I was dressed in my bluish-gray costume: mask, low-cut bustier, thong bikini bottoms, opera gloves, and thigh boots. Yeah, I was monochrome in a super heroine world that loved red, white, and blue. I shied away from the usual primary colors of most heroines, because I liked to blend into the night shadows. I would be a ghostly shape to the bad guys during a fight in the night-shrouded streets.

My eyes dropped when I noticed shadowy figures moving below. There was only a single street light lit up in that neighborhood, and that was directly below me. All of the rest had been shot out. Criminals liked the dark. So did I.

"Man and woman. A young couple," I muttered, before noticing another couple coming from the opposite direction. I idly ran gloved fingers through my long, brown hair. The wind was turning it into a bad hair night. "Those guys are brave. Or stupid."

I was there because it was a dangerous place to be. I was almost guaranteed to find criminals doing bad things. Easy, crime-free nights weren't for me. I liked to kick ass and take names.

I watched both couples, but mostly I watched the surrounding shadows. I couldn't imagine they'd pass without being assaulted and mugged. Or worse. The first couple appeared to be Hispanic, probably early twenties. The second was a tall black guy with a white woman. A redhead. Lady Sonja came to mind, but that woman didn't look as pale as Lady Sonja. Kind of distracting. Thoughts of Lady Sonja reminded me it was a dream.

"Hey! What?" a male voice cried directly below my perch.

“Shut the fuck up!" a deep male voice commanded.

I looked straight down to find the black and white couple holding the Hispanic couple pressed against the building, knives to their throats. My eyes narrowed to get a better look at what I was dealing with. It only took a second to recognize the muggers.

"Bingo," I said. "Pitbull and Lady."

Both were members of the Dastardly Dogs gang. I got all tingly inside.

"Let the fun begin," I said, and stepped off the edge.

I plummeted straight down. I threw my arms straight out to the side, with my left knee bent so my right foot struck first. When my tall stilettos hit the concrete, it sounded like a rifle shot. Both couples jumped. Pitbull and Lady whirled around on me. That sound pretty much always meant a heroine had come to the rescue. The male heroes all wore quieter shoes. I know, weird.

I couldn't fly, but I was super strong. My legs bent to absorb the impact, but really it was nothing. I've jumped off ten-story buildings before without trouble. Hell, I could jump off a hundred-story building, if Gothic City had one. Ten stories, a hundred stories, it was all the same to me. My speed at landing was the same for both.

"Heeey, can I play, too?" I purred.

Pitbull's eyes were pulled down to my jostling tits. I showed a lot of skin for just that reaction from the bad guys. If Gothic City's criminal element was anything, it was oversexed.

"Hey, eyes up here, miscreant," I said. I looked Lady over with a sneer on my lips. As usual, she wore all tight latex: midriff bustier, low-riding pants, and patent ankle boots. She was one shiny girl. Tonight it was all black with purple details. "Your outfits keep getting tighter and skimpier. Are you trying to become a super heroine?"

"Trying to fuck up a heroine," Lady sneered.

"Oooh, such language," I said, shaking my head woefully. "And from a… Lady."

"There are a lot of funny masks in this town," Pitbull said. "You're not one of them."

"Ouch," I cried. "Why must you hit so low?"

I glanced past the two career criminals and caught the eyes of the victims. I cut my eyes left to tell them which way to run. Pitbull noticed and started to turn back, so I charged him.

"Justice!" I cried.

Lady and Pitbull threw themselves at me. The young Hispanic couple took off running.

"You're dead, bitch!" Pitbull cried.

I dropped low, leaning to the left. His right cross missed. I tried to sweep his feet away, but he jumped over my leg. So I threw myself to the ground and rolled back to my feet between him and Lady.

"Hai!" I cried, kicking to the side and catching Lady in the hip. The beautiful redhead was thrust brutally against the wall and dropped to one knee. Before I could finish her with a right cross to the head, Pitbull lashed out with a wild left that caught me in the cheek. "Ugh!"

I might be super-powered, thanks to my belt, but powerful punches still hurt. I could be taken out if I wasn't careful. I rolled with that punch, spinning around to help absorb some of the impact. It still hurt like hell, but hopefully I wouldn’t get a black eye.

Dropping into a fighting stance, I found myself on the opposite side of the little circle of light from my foes. We all paused to give each other the evil eye. I practiced a lot, so I think I won that contest. I'm sure Pitbull and Lady would disagree.

"I see you now have a full sleeve of tats, Lady," I said. "You only had a starter tat last time we crossed paths."

Pitbull moved to the left, Lady to the right. Slow and easy. No sudden moves. I tracked them both, but pretended to be fully focused on Lady.

"I got it because I knew you'd disapprove," she sneered. She turned to show it off. "See? It's a dragon disemboweling a heroine."

She cast a furtive glance at her partner in crime. Her poker face sucked. A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth, but I had to play it cool. Lure him in.

"Nice," I said, turning a little more toward her. Your parents must be proud."

The look she gave me said my insult hit bone.

“Not as disappointed as yours.”

“Ouch. I should’ve known better than to try and match wits with such a high-level, evil bimbo minion,” I taunted. “Do you giggle and play with your bubble gun while Dicky’s boys plow your infertile fields?”

“Infertile? Bitch!”

“Wow, that’s the part that offended? Seriously?”

Pitbull made his move. I thought he should creep a little closer, but minions weren’t renowned for their intelligence. But he was big, mean, and strong as hell. Scary enough.

I waited until the last instant, and then ducked as I stepped backwards. Pitbull’s knockout punch swooshed by, nothing but air. I was already spinning into a savage kick into his unprotected flank, driving a sharp stiletto into his ribcage. His pained grunt was the sweetest music. That debilitating blow paralyzed the goon.

Dropping back, I picked my soft spot on his hardass body, and started into my final kick to finish him off. And Lady slammed into my back. She tackled me to the ground, my face bouncing off the cold concrete. Black and white flashed behind my eyes, all strength evaporated from my body, and I groaned miserably.

That lasted just a few seconds.

My belt’s healing powers kicked in, and strength surged through my shapely body, invigorating me. And I felt Lady’s hands at the small of my back. Her hands went to my power belt’s fastener. My all-important power belt before I was even half-healed.

“Ha!” she cried triumphantly. “Got it! You are depowered!”