Holes in the armor

Ten minutes later saw Maya, Sara, and four new superheroines in the musty basement of a suburban Jersey home. Maya sat curled on a couch where, just a few hours earlier, a role-playing game had taken place. Batgirl and Supergirl snuggled to either side of her, while a busty woman in a Flash costume curled up between her legs.  Sara sat in a threadbare easy chair opposite, with a svelte green woman named Jade leaning over the back, offering kisses and tender caresses.  Sara looked a little annoyed.

 

“Really?  Did we really need super-bimbos? You can be such a guy sometimes!” she said. 

 

“Oh, now who needs to lighten up and enjoy themselves?” Maya retorted playfully.  “C’mon, all I did was make some new toys for us to play with.”  The four submissive women giggled at the statement.  Sara rolled her eyes.

 

She was about to offer a comeback when they were interrupted by a middle-aged woman in her pajamas.  She clutched a revolver in her shaking hand.

 

“One of those…women is my son, isn’t it?” she said, hoarsely.  “I know what you did to him.  He changed himself and you changed him some more.”

 

Maya smirked.  She was learning to regard the threats of ordinary people as insignificant, but Sara was not in a mood to joke around.  She got out of her chair.

 

“Look, lady, we both know that gun won’t hurt us, but it might make us mad enough to do some real damage around here.  You seem like a sensible woman…”

 

“Bring back my son!” the woman cried, her words catching on her sobs.  Maya replied by blasting heat vision to the laptop, which glowed for a second before vaporizing into a foul-smelling cloud. 

 

“No dice,” Maya said, stroking her Batgirl, “We like them better this way. Now run along before we make your former son tear you apart.”

 

Now it was Sara’s turn to speak for restraint.  Perhaps she had a better sense of the woman’s pain.  At any rate, she stepped forward, holding out her hand to receive the gun.  “We’re not going to hurt you, and we’re going to treat your son..er, daughter well.  They’ll have a life they could have only dreamed of before…”

 

The woman had heard enough, and she pulled the trigger. Sara let the bullet smash into her, and Maya blew the woman upstairs with a swift but forceful puff of breath.  She hit the wall opposite the top of the stairs and fell to the floor unconscious.

 

“”We have to go,” Sara said.

 

“Yeah, this place is a dump,” Maya agreed.

 

“No, we have to find out who sent those CD’s.  Now.”  Sara’s tone was firm.  “That bullet…that bullet actually hurt me.”

 

“What? Are you hurt?  Do you think that our powers are fading?”

 

“I’m fine, but I’m pretty sure I’m bruised.  And I don’t know what’s happening to our powers.  But I want to find out before we’re back to our old selves and the subject of a lynch mob.”

 

“Good idea,” Maya agreed.  “Batsie, do you have the envelope that CD-Rom can in?”  The cowled sexpot hurried to bring it to Maya.  “Well, we have an address.  Somewhere in West Virginia.”

 

“Fine.  Get directions then let’s go.  Leave your bimbos here.”

 

“Aw,” chorused Maya and the girls.

 

“I’ve created a monster,” Sara quipped, but I don’t need to remind you of all the things that could go wrong.”

 

“Fine.  Let’s go.  Before we have to take the bus.”