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I threw this together real quick, just to “test drive” the story a little. Nothing is canon here, especially Vixen’s costume. Nothing is also NOT NOT Canon.

A Heroine’s Life

A Super Heroine Slice of Life Tale

The westering sun painted the sky in broad strokes of pink, purple, and chartreuse. Megan Justice paused to enjoy the view from her mansion’s terrace high in the hills overlooking the city of Los Colinas below, and the Pacific Ocean beyond. She sipped champagne as she watched the lights starting to come on, turning the city into a dark sparkling gem at night.

She smiled, thinking, It’s the little things in life that made it worth living.

“Best view in the city,” Tiffany said and clinked her champagne glass to Megan’s.

“Megan, take my picture,” Carina said all excited. The white bikini clad redhead almost giggled. “This is going to look amazing on my social media.”

The celebrated blonde accepted her friend’s phone, got her posed and framed for maximum bang, and took the photo. And then took fifty more. Her bikini clad friends, Tiffany and Tisha, crowded in to either side of Megan as she snapped the pictures. Then they all gathered around to pick out three pictures to post.

And post it Carina did, with the subject line: The end of another Hot Girl Summer day.

Then Megan posed for some pictures, which she posted and tagged, End of another amazing bikini party with my BFFs.

A PM popped up over the pictures as they were looking at her post for anything that needed to be fixed. It just read: 9:30

Nothing else. No sender. Nothing.

Everyone just stared at the message. Megan couldn’t breathe. Heart thundering. But she regained her wits and quickly swiped it away.

“What the hell is that?” Tisha asked. “What’s 9:30?”

“Nothing,” she said. “I’ve been getting weird messages recently. Incomplete. Just gibberish.”

She diverted their attention by urging Tisha to pose in front of the sunset, and then Tiffany got her turn. Both quickly got their pictures and posts them. By that time everyone had forgotten the PM.

Tisha tagged her pictures, Totally unfiltered. Best Hot Girl Summer ever!

Megan looked up when movement caught her eye. A feminine figure streaked by overhead. Super heroine. Which one? Too high to see face, hair, or costume. She smiled, a little tingle rippling through her perfectly sculpted body. She tugged up on her black bikini top, after noticing her boobs were close to spilling out.

Probably Ms Freedom. I think she’s on patrol this evening.

“Oh, look!” Tisha cried. The black beauty pointed at the now speck in the sky. “Did you see that super heroine fly by? I think she flew right over the top of us.”

“Who do you think it is? Vixen? Lady?” Carina asked.

Tiffany perked up, “Might be that new heroine, Youri…Something.”

“Yorichi,” Megan said, shaking her head. “Don’t you keep up with the news? Such a bimbo.”

“Bimbo? You’re the blonde,” Tiffany said, and they all giggled.

“Guilty,” Megan said, tilting her head. “Bimboed my sweet round butt into a billion dollar Fashion House.”

Her Fashion House Justified was worth billions globally. Her brand was everywhere. She was everywhere: social media, regular media, and the boardroom. Life was good.

Not bad for a girl who barely graduated high school.

“Not that you would ever brag or anything,” Carina said, and tickled her.

Megan squealed and struggled free, one boob falling out, and then grinned at her childhood friend as she panted.

“Perish the thought. Humility is my middle name.”

“I thought your middle name was Candace,” Tisha asked, turning an innocent face to her.

“It is. Why do you ask?”

Her girls laughed. It’s had been a fun day with her besties. All wine, bikinis, and really expensive heels. All for the fun of it, and the photo ops. Social media influencers had fun on the clock.

“I have to call it an early evening,” Megan said. “I have to make some calls. Do the whole mogul thing. You know? Busy, busy me.”

“Okay, we can take a hint,” Carina cried. “We’re leaving. Jesus.”

“Love ya,” she said as they hugged.

“Love ya more.”

“I wish.”

Her girls quickly pulled on sweats, finished their champagne, and left. Megan hovered around them until one and all were out the door, and then the front gate reported they’d left. Then she locked up via an app on her phone. She made a pass through the sprawling mansion to ensure all the servants had departed as well. And then it was time.

Megan’s heart raced as she ascended the stairs to the second floor. Then she took another flight of stairs up to the roof deck atop that multi-million dollar estate. Walking over to the western edge, stilettos clacking, hips swaying, the billion-dollar beauty looked out with a satisfied smile.

“Life is good.”

She drained her flute, set it on a table, and lifted her left hand. Megan pulled off the silver band around her middle finger, and then slipped it down the ring finger next to it. Like a wedding band. A little tingle of magic rippled into her.

“Justice for all.”

That phrase activated the ring’s magic. On that finger. With those words, she threw her arms wide, head rolling back, and intense magic flowed through her spectacular, bikini clad body. Heat and coldness flowed like water, rushing from the top down and out. It felt like she melted, and then snapped back into being.

“I am Vixen!”

The super heroine struck a pose, a tiny smile playing with her full red lips. The busty beauty tugged up on her shiny lavender suit, cut like a Playboy Bunny. Dark hose sheathed strong legs sheathed in purple thigh boots, with matching opera gloves. A wide choker and mask of the same purple finished her look.

The mask wasn’t really necessary, since the magic that transformed her into a super heroine also altered her body and facial features. Not every heroine even wore a mask. Vixen did because it gave her a heightened aura of mystery, and intimidated bad guys.

Vixen flew straight up like a ground-to-air missile, flying so fast it was unlikely anyone would spot her. She made for downtown Los Colinas. The the twilit city twinkled below her, filling her with the warm fuzzies. The city gave her so much, and as Vixen she gave back by upholding truth, justice, and the American way as the city’s premier super heroine.

It was coming up on 9 PM, so she had a little time. Vixen veered to the right and made a fun run along the beach. A few people remained, cheering as she flew past a lot slower than before. She waved and smiled, once again getting the warm fuzzies.

A few locals and tourist tried to wave her down. As much as she loved meeting and mingling with her admirers, her stiletto boots were not friends with that soft sand. So she followed the beach all the way down to the very end, were an uber exclusive enclave for the filthy rich had their beach front homes. One of those homes was her beach house retreat.

“I should take my girls down there this weekend.”

Swinging around, she passed over the central axis of the fabled city. Entertainment capital of the world. Movie City. A paradise on Earth for singers, actors, and models. The city of her birth and rise to fame and fortune.

Los Colinas.

Approaching downtown LC, she slowed and scanned their usual meeting site. She spotted three women hovering above City Hall: Lady, Yorichi, and Ms Freedom. Her friends and comrades in crime fighting.

The real super heroines of Los Colinas. God help us.

Vixen laughed as she flew towards them.