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Imagine batman, though now a hot girl of about eighteen (same age as me at the time), in a tight, violet leotard with a utility belt and a uselessly revealing mask. That was the Violet Avenger, skill unmatched, beauty just the same (I just said that because it sounded catchy, though she was really hot tbh)

I was in her hometown somewhere along my journey, charting out robberies and chatting with the surprisingly friendly local folk.

Then, a commission from a local villain, Violet's (always defeated) arch nemesis: the Grey Ghost. He told me he had new intel this time, but he wasn't going to waste his chances on his lack of skill. So, he commissioned me to do it. The reward? Five bags of chips. That was already priceless to me and my (you can say) superhuman metabolism.

He had given me everything on her: her height, powers, location, and favorite color (violet, you guessed it).

And, breaking that awful trend of letting heroines come to me, I decide to turn the tables. I attack her lair (how's that for innovation?!).

So, I pack a little sack and set off to her cute lair: a door under a bridge. I make it sound so futile, but my--was it a lair when I snuck in. If the batcave was real and was under a bridge, this'd be it.

I switch off the cameras with a remote and set off her adorable defenses of lasers and robots.

I found the Violet Avenger behind a plethora of surveillance screens, athletic figure hugged by an unzipped leotard of violet, hair a long trail auburn of hair, face of a Caucasian kind, and an elegant domino mask over her violet eyes.

So, I grabbed a rag soaked in chloroform, making my way towards her....

In which my effort was greeted with a fantastic spin kick. I fly across the floor, accustomed to such a greeting by now.

"I have so many questions right now," she says, a British accent flourishing through her voice. She grabs a gauntlet from her utility belt with a petit smile, "But I can wait." She starts for me.
"I can't!" I, in a rush of panic, fling my bag towards her, hoping maybe it'll explode or something. It doesn't, it only is caught by the heroine--to be slammed right in my face. And, of course, it is followed up with a gauntlet punch to my chest. I, still writhing in pain, slide further down the floor, creating some distance between the heroine and me.
"Gosh, you really hit hard."
"It's my job, darling. Villains like you should learn that."
"Noted, everything here's pretty techy. You do it yourself?"
"I do. But enough chit chat, I think it's time that--NGH!"

I hack the system with a universal remote, setting her little robot pets to do my bidding. And my bidding: was to detain their master.

And they did it pretty well, their cute little arms cuffing her wrists and removing her belt.
"My utility belt!"
"Your weakness."
"How?!"
"A friend."
"Ngh--you hacked my security, too?"
"Yep."
"I feel so helpless!"
I unload a coil of rope as she begins to struggle,"Because you are?"
She doesn't respond as I begin tying her up.
"Hold still, /dear/, violet ropes are hard to get. But I got them just for you!"
"No! Rope?!"
I secure her wrists, looping the rope around her breasts and over her bosom--she writhes in humiliation.
"You've got to be kidding me!"
"Safety measures?"
I tie her thighs and the rest of her legs together, finishing the first coil by fishing them between her legs and back to her wrists.
She grunts and struggles the entire time.
"You fiend--you can't--MPPPHH...."
"Of course. I know you hate ballgags."
"MNNGGG...." She starts to blush.

I call the Grey Ghost, "Hey, buddy--where're those chips at? I got a leggy little lass struggling."

"MPPPHHH!!!"

Conclusion: She escaped as soon as I left the city, my contractor obviously oblivious to the right way to handle a heroine.

Description
Imagine batman, though now a hot girl of about eighteen (same age as me at the time), in a tight, violet leotard with a utility belt and a uselessly revealing mask. That was the Violet Avenger, skill unmatched, beauty just the same (I just said that because it sounded catchy, though she was really hot tbh)

I was in her hometown somewhere along my journey, charting out robberies and chatting with the surprisingly friendly local folk.

Then, a commission from a local villain, Violet's (always defeated) arch nemesis: the Grey Ghost. He told me he had new intel this time, but he wasn't going to waste his chances on his lack of skill. So, he commissioned me to do it. The reward? Five bags of chips. That was already priceless to me and my (you can say) superhuman metabolism.

He had given me everything on her: her height, powers, location, and favorite color (violet, you guessed it).

And, breaking that awful trend of letting heroines come to me, I decide to turn the tables. I attack her lair (how's that for innovation?!).

So, I pack a little sack and set off to her cute lair: a door under a bridge. I make it sound so futile, but my--was it a lair when I snuck in. If the batcave was real and was under a bridge, this'd be it.

I switch off the cameras with a remote and set off her adorable defenses of lasers and robots.

I found the Violet Avenger behind a plethora of surveillance screens, athletic figure hugged by an unzipped leotard of violet, hair a long trail auburn of hair, face of a Caucasian kind, and an elegant domino mask over her violet eyes.

So, I grabbed a rag soaked in chloroform, making my way towards her....

In which my effort was greeted with a fantastic spin kick. I fly across the floor, accustomed to such a greeting by now.

"I have so many questions right now," she says, a British accent flourishing through her voice. She grabs a gauntlet from her utility belt with a petit smile, "But I can wait." She starts for me.
"I can't!" I, in a rush of panic, fling my bag towards her, hoping maybe it'll explode or something. It doesn't, it only is caught by the heroine--to be slammed right in my face. And, of course, it is followed up with a gauntlet punch to my chest. I, still writhing in pain, slide further down the floor, creating some distance between the heroine and me.
"Gosh, you really hit hard."
"It's my job, darling. Villains like you should learn that."
"Noted, everything here's pretty techy. You do it yourself?"
"I do. But enough chit chat, I think it's time that--NGH!"

I hack the system with a universal remote, setting her little robot pets to do my bidding. And my bidding: was to detain their master.

And they did it pretty well, their cute little arms cuffing her wrists and removing her belt.
"My utility belt!"
"Your weakness."
"How?!"
"A friend."
"Ngh--you hacked my security, too?"
"Yep."
"I feel so helpless!"
I unload a coil of rope as she begins to struggle,"Because you are?"
She doesn't respond as I begin tying her up.
"Hold still, /dear/, violet ropes are hard to get. But I got them just for you!"
"No! Rope?!"
I secure her wrists, looping the rope around her breasts and over her bosom--she writhes in humiliation.
"You've got to be kidding me!"
"Safety measures?"
I tie her thighs and the rest of her legs together, finishing the first coil by fishing them between her legs and back to her wrists.
She grunts and struggles the entire time.
"You fiend--you can't--MPPPHH...."
"Of course. I know you hate ballgags."
"MNNGGG...." She starts to blush.

I call the Grey Ghost, "Hey, buddy--where're those chips at? I got a leggy little lass struggling."

"MPPPHHH!!!"

Conclusion: She escaped as soon as I left the city, my contractor obviously oblivious to the right way to handle a heroine.