Hot Wings: Cold Cash
Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 12:31 am
The air was getting cold as October turned into November chilling her as she sped along the streets. Carefully, she took a hand off her bike grip and went for the zipper of her leather jacket. With a quick tug, Black Canary zipped her coat shut and went back to concentrating on riding.
She was a bombshell in every sense of the word. If Canary hadn’t been riding her motorcycle one would have been able to see she had a well built athletic body. A dark leather jacket was worn over a black sleeveless leotard with a high neck. Since she was riding Canary also had on some black gloves. Black Canary’s most memorable feature however were her fishnet tights encased legs. Her tights looked even better since Canary wore those fishnets over a pair of sheer pantyhose. More than once had the heroine caught men both good and bad (and some ladies) staring at her legs. It often bought her a few seconds to deliver a stunning blow. Finally some black boots completed the outfit.
At the moment Canary was traveling along the Gotham River near the narrows. Always a source of trouble she made sure to start her patrol close to the area. She wouldn’t be going into the narrows tonight; Batgirl had that part of the city covered. A quick check of the police scanner revealed nothing much was happening. So she turned left at the next light heading downtown.
As she drove, Black Canary switched from the police band to the one that covered silent alarms. Unlike the Girl of Steel or Powergirl, Canary needed some technological assistance to listen in on those frequencies (which was pretty easy when one had a Bat-modified cycle). Nothing was on the alarm band. Well guess this will be a slow night, the heroine thought. Just as she was about to switch it off, an alarm sounded. Canary quickly pushed a button on her cycle. It showed the source of the alarm to be an office building on 31st and Main St. Suddenly the alarm stopped.
False Alarm? She thought. It could be nothing, an accident, someone sorted the power grid. The alarm could be a number of things. Well it can’t hurt to make sure, I mean if everything is okay I just drive on, the heroine decided. Gunning the engine she headed towards the building.
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They had planned out the mission in detail. Claire had got the building information, Sally the security pass, and Molly brought the equipment as always. Lisa was in charge with Ellen backing her up double checking everything. Sally and Sarah would back them up ready to fight. The girls were standing on top of the Clarke Building across from their objective.
“Okay M, take the shot.” Lisa said. They never used their own names while out. Molly kneeled at the edge of the building. She looked fabulous in her uniform the same one they all wore. A black leotard with matching tights showed off Molly’s curves. Armed with the grappling gun, she took careful aim. Her eyes squinted through her black eye-mask. Once on target, Molly fired.
The grapple lanced through the air and across the open space between the two buildings landing securely in the roof of their target. Quickly Molly rigged up a zipline and they were ready. Each of the girls took their slider and hooked it on the line. One by one they slid over to the roof. Landing gracefully, each woman quickly checked to make sure the area was clear.
Sally ran over to the maintenance door located in the north corner of the roof. With a swipe of the security card they had access to the building. Waving them forwards, the girls headed downstairs.
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Black Canary parked her motorcycle in an alley and activated the security system. Turning the motor off, she then pulled off her helmet. This revealed her red lips, blue eyes, and blonde wig. If someone close to her had to look they would recognize Dinah Lance. A while ago she had been a simple florist but now Dinah spent much of her time fighting crime.
Looking around she didn’t immediately see any signs of criminal activity. She was about to leave when Dinah glanced up. Black Canary saw a thin rope line between the buildings and on one of the very top floors was some light sources moving around. Bingo.
……………
Lisa was a little concerned. Molly had been cracking the safe a few minutes earlier but during the process had briefly set off the silent alarm. Although they had quickly silenced it the blonde was worried that it might have alerted someone.
“How much longer M?” Lisa asked.
Molly was busy using the electronic cracker, “five more minutes boss.”
Sally, Ellen, Claire, and Sarah were standing guard. Lisa checked her watch one more time and was getting worried.
Claire had gotten their information straight from one of the designers in the building. They needed to grab it fast before something went wrong.
“If I remember correctly Halloween was a few weeks ago.” Lisa turned and saw who was on the floor with them. It was the one and only Black Canary. She looked powerful and confident standing in front of them. Luckily, she didn’t have tell the girls what to do.
Sarah and Sally went into the attack. Both girls jumped forward and tried to attack Black Canary with follow up kicks. The girls were outclassed, Dinah had been trained by some of the best martial arts instructions and she easily dodged both girls’ strikes and then counter-attacked. Ducking under the first girl’s strike she grabbed her tights encased leg and pushed her off balance. Sarah went falling right onto her lovely spandex covered behind. Dinah then leaned back to avoid Sally’s strike. Canary countered with a sweep of her leg that swept the black clad brunette off her feet.
Ellen had waited for Sally and Sarah to strike and used the distraction to get around to Canary’s rear. While the heroine’s back was turned Ellen reached out and seized the blonde’s neck. Applying a viscous sleeperhold, Ellen hoped to wear Canary down and knock her out. Dinah grunted as the black leotard covered arms wrapped around her neck and squeezed. She grabbed her opponent’s arms and tried to yank them off without success.
“C, S and SH!” Ellen cried as she tried to hold the struggling Black Canary. Claire attacked while Sarah and Sally got up and aided by deliver a joint stomach blow to Canary while Claire slammed her fist across Canary’s face.
“Ouf!” Dinah grunted as the blows hit home. The assault and sleeper had taken their toll. She needed to get this attacker off her otherwise she’d go out. Dinah waited for the two girls to her front to close. They came forward to give another punch to the gut, and Dinah threw her body forwards.
The moment in her move and the suddenness of it, caused Ellen to get pulled off her feet and over Canary’s back. This caused her to land right on Claire, Sarah, and Sally. All three girls were stunned by the move and unable to get up, resulting in a small pile of leotard and tights clad bodies.
Lisa saw her girls needed some help. Molly was still trying to crack the safe so it was up to her. The blonde leader rushed forwards and went on the attack. Black Canary just managed to block the new girl’s opening assault. Using her arms, Dinah blocked the blows coming from Lisa.
“You’re pretty good.” Canary told the girl as she blocked a neck strike and tried to deliver a left hook.
Lisa deflected the blow and managed to get a knee in. Dinah took it in the gut and doubled over. The black clad thief then clenched her fists and slammed them down on Black Canary’s back. Dinah went down and tried to catch her breath. By this time, Ellen, Sally, Sarah and Claire were back on their feet. They encircled the heroine on the ground. Lisa was confident, this cape wasn’t so tough.
Canary seeing she was outnumbered decided to pull out her ace in the whole. Taking a breath she then turned to the nearest girl and screamed. Dinah had practiced this ability since she was a girl. Her vocal cords were capable of delivering a powerful and debilitating blast of sound. The noise from her Canary Cry could disorient a person or knock them out. Dinah decided to go for the former.
Her cry erupted in a series of sonic waves. Claire was the first to feel its affects and the girl clutched her ears and staggered away. Going in a 360 motion, Black Canary swept across the black leotard clad girls around her. The cry caused them all to stagger away or fall to the ground. Dinah got off the ground and went on the attack. With a series of kicks and punches she laid out each of the girls. Ellen tried to attack Canary, lunging forwards trying to tackle the heroine.
Dinah smiled and spun on her left foot. Her right leg went in a sweeping kick and knocked Ellen right to the ground. She smiled all five of the girls were no longer a threat. Black Canary placed her hands on her hips, “Time to get you girls ready for the police….AHHH!”
Molly knew she had to act with all the girls down on the ground. She pulled the tazer out of her backpack and got Canary while she was distracted. Since the heroine’s jacket covered her arms and back, Molly shoved the device right into Black Canary’s signature fishnet tights. Dinah cried out and arched her back as electricity shrugged through her system.
“What…what the…hell?” Canary said to no one in particular. She sank forwards and landed on her knees. Molly was surprised that the heroine was still awake. The thief moved to deliver another debilitating shock when Canary tried to attack. Dinah turned at the waist and grabbed the black tights encased legs of her attacker. She then threw her weight forward and brought the girl down. Dinah landed on her attacker’s legs.
Dinah was still stunned from the tazer. Her move to knock the thief off her feet had drained what little energy she had. Molly tried to push Canary off her, but the heroine refused to let go of her legs. Dinah grabbed the girl’s tights and pulled putting a run in the thief’s hosiery but didn’t let go. Molly kicked Canary away and managed to move away at the cost of ripping the end of the feet of her tights.
“You are…not…getting away that easily.” Dinah said. She started to get up herself when a phone connected with the back of her head. The office device was heavy and blunt; it knocked Black Canary right out. Dinah fell forwards, her arms stretched out in front of her.
“Good hit boss.” Ellen said getting up. Lisa was standing over the heroine. She was still a little woozy from the Canary Cry but had managed to get to her feet.
“Bitch she ripped my tights!” Molly complained. She delivered a quick kick to the heroine. It caused Black Canary to roll onto her side. Arms draped across each other, supporting her head.
“That’s the least of our worries. Did you get the goods?” Lisa asked Molly. The black haired techno wizard nodded, “In the bag boss.”
“What do we do with her?” Ellen said pointing at the KO’d superheroine. Lisa smiled, “Let’s leave her in a bind.”
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Canary wasn’t the only heroine out that night. Returning from the narrows viva her own motorcycle was Batgirl. Her costume blended in with the night. A black unitard covered her from neck to the yellow boots that were a dirty from her recent action in the slums. Yellow was also the color of her gloves and the utility belt that was Batgirl’s main tool in fighting crime. Her cape was fluttering in the wind along with the red hair that poked out from under the distinctive bat-cowl that hid the crime-fighter’s identity.
Little did anyone know that the famous Batgirl’s secret identity was none other than Barbara Gordon college student and daughter to Police Commissioner Jim Gordon. Babs (as Kara loving called her) was heading home. She had spent most of the night dealing with a drug bust. Tracking down the site of the deal and then breaking it up. Her shoulder was still a little sore thanks to a hit from one thug’s crowbar.
A nice long bath and then see if Kara is still on AIM, Barbara thought as she turned towards her apartment. As she came up to the center of the city her bike beeped. Babs checked her bike. The small LCD screen built into her ride showed an IFF nearby, Black Canary’s. Batgirl slowed as she came near the bike. Pulling up to the alley, the red headed superheroine could see no one was home. Hmm might as well make sure Canary doesn’t need any help, Babs thought. Activating her comm system, “Black Canary, this is Batgirl how are things going.”
No response. She tried again, and again there was nothing. Now Batgirl was slightly worried. Consulting with her bike’s computer again she searched for Black Canary’s located beacon. Each communication set had one. It marked Dinah’s position inside the building across the street.
Batgirl hopped off her bike and reached for her belt. Pulling out her grapple gun she fired off the grappler and hooked onto the building. With a whirl of a powerful motor, she went skyward. After going through an unlocked window and traveling two floors down, she reached the area Black Canary was.
Searching the floor, she saw it was a typical office layout and saw no sign of Canary till, “HMMPH!” Batgirl turned her head and tried to locate the source of the sound. Another cry went out; Babs recognized it someone trying to speak through a gag. Running towards the noise she found the Canary.
Black Canary was tied lying on her back. Her leather coat and boots had been removed and tossed a few feet away. Phone cord had been used to tie her hands together behind her back, pin her arms to her chest, thighs together and her ankles. Duct tape covered her lips.
“Dinah what happened?” Babs asked as she bent down to remove Canary’s gag.
Ripping the tape off Batgirl watched as Dinah coughed and took in a few breaths of air, “Ugh! I got my butt kicked.” Black Canary complained. She sat up and Batgirl began to cut the blonde’s bonds with a knife. With a few quick cuts, Barbara freed Canary.
Rubbing her writs, then her ankles Canary went on to explain what had happened. After a few minutes Dinah had given Batgirl all the info and was putting her boots back on. As she slipped her fishnet covered foot into the boot Dinah looked at Batgirl, “Worse part I don’t have a single clue on who they are.”
“Its okay Dinah you were outnumbered 5 to 1. Anyway I’m sure they will…” Babs stopped in mid sentence looking down.
“What?” Black Canary said standing up and throwing on her jacket. Babs smiled.
“Looks like we have a clue after all Black Canary” She picked up something off the ground. Dinah could see it was a piece of nylon fabric, specifically a piece of a pair of tights.
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“Well that was fun.” Sally said as the girls reached their apartment. After tying up Black Canary the girls made their escape and headed to the hideout. All of the girls were changing from their black leotards and tights.
Her sister Molly wasn’t as glib, “I thought we were lucky. How did she find us?”
Lisa their boss was standing in her underwear another outfit in her hands. She faced the two girls, “We were lucky Molly next time we need to be more careful.”
Ellen was pulling on her shinny pantyhose and added her two cents, “Maybe its time to move on. We’ve been pretty successful thus far.”
“Are you crazy, the cover we have has been prefect. How many good scores have we gotten from this set up?” Claire asked. The red head was primarily responsible for most of the intelligence they got.
“I’d have to agree, with the profits we’ve been making, it be stupid to stop.” Sarah responded, she had her white tank top with its orange lettering over her chest and pantyhose and was holding her orange short-shorts.
Lisa who had taken the time to finish changing took a seat and put on her white socks and sneakers now fully in her uniform, “Okay” she replied, “We will stay but keep an eye out for the heroes from now on. Let’s get moving girls, we’re running late.”
Standing up the short haired blonde looked incredible in her Boomer’s uniform. The white tank top hugged her chest, orange shorts barely worth the name showed off her long pantyhose encased legs, and she had the restaurant’s name written across her chest. They had done variations of this idea in several cities. By day they were simple decent girls working as waitresses, but come nightfall they were thieves stealing anything of value. Tonight they had robbed Clarke Tellcom of its new laser communication system plans. Any telecommunication company would pay a hefty price to get their hands on the plans, or even more to get them back.
Lisa smiled and thought, its good to be bad.
Just wanted to say thanks for Franco for letting me use his Boomer's resturant idea, Okona for helping out with the story idea, and SuperPics for the title. More to come later!
She was a bombshell in every sense of the word. If Canary hadn’t been riding her motorcycle one would have been able to see she had a well built athletic body. A dark leather jacket was worn over a black sleeveless leotard with a high neck. Since she was riding Canary also had on some black gloves. Black Canary’s most memorable feature however were her fishnet tights encased legs. Her tights looked even better since Canary wore those fishnets over a pair of sheer pantyhose. More than once had the heroine caught men both good and bad (and some ladies) staring at her legs. It often bought her a few seconds to deliver a stunning blow. Finally some black boots completed the outfit.
At the moment Canary was traveling along the Gotham River near the narrows. Always a source of trouble she made sure to start her patrol close to the area. She wouldn’t be going into the narrows tonight; Batgirl had that part of the city covered. A quick check of the police scanner revealed nothing much was happening. So she turned left at the next light heading downtown.
As she drove, Black Canary switched from the police band to the one that covered silent alarms. Unlike the Girl of Steel or Powergirl, Canary needed some technological assistance to listen in on those frequencies (which was pretty easy when one had a Bat-modified cycle). Nothing was on the alarm band. Well guess this will be a slow night, the heroine thought. Just as she was about to switch it off, an alarm sounded. Canary quickly pushed a button on her cycle. It showed the source of the alarm to be an office building on 31st and Main St. Suddenly the alarm stopped.
False Alarm? She thought. It could be nothing, an accident, someone sorted the power grid. The alarm could be a number of things. Well it can’t hurt to make sure, I mean if everything is okay I just drive on, the heroine decided. Gunning the engine she headed towards the building.
……………..
They had planned out the mission in detail. Claire had got the building information, Sally the security pass, and Molly brought the equipment as always. Lisa was in charge with Ellen backing her up double checking everything. Sally and Sarah would back them up ready to fight. The girls were standing on top of the Clarke Building across from their objective.
“Okay M, take the shot.” Lisa said. They never used their own names while out. Molly kneeled at the edge of the building. She looked fabulous in her uniform the same one they all wore. A black leotard with matching tights showed off Molly’s curves. Armed with the grappling gun, she took careful aim. Her eyes squinted through her black eye-mask. Once on target, Molly fired.
The grapple lanced through the air and across the open space between the two buildings landing securely in the roof of their target. Quickly Molly rigged up a zipline and they were ready. Each of the girls took their slider and hooked it on the line. One by one they slid over to the roof. Landing gracefully, each woman quickly checked to make sure the area was clear.
Sally ran over to the maintenance door located in the north corner of the roof. With a swipe of the security card they had access to the building. Waving them forwards, the girls headed downstairs.
………………
Black Canary parked her motorcycle in an alley and activated the security system. Turning the motor off, she then pulled off her helmet. This revealed her red lips, blue eyes, and blonde wig. If someone close to her had to look they would recognize Dinah Lance. A while ago she had been a simple florist but now Dinah spent much of her time fighting crime.
Looking around she didn’t immediately see any signs of criminal activity. She was about to leave when Dinah glanced up. Black Canary saw a thin rope line between the buildings and on one of the very top floors was some light sources moving around. Bingo.
……………
Lisa was a little concerned. Molly had been cracking the safe a few minutes earlier but during the process had briefly set off the silent alarm. Although they had quickly silenced it the blonde was worried that it might have alerted someone.
“How much longer M?” Lisa asked.
Molly was busy using the electronic cracker, “five more minutes boss.”
Sally, Ellen, Claire, and Sarah were standing guard. Lisa checked her watch one more time and was getting worried.
Claire had gotten their information straight from one of the designers in the building. They needed to grab it fast before something went wrong.
“If I remember correctly Halloween was a few weeks ago.” Lisa turned and saw who was on the floor with them. It was the one and only Black Canary. She looked powerful and confident standing in front of them. Luckily, she didn’t have tell the girls what to do.
Sarah and Sally went into the attack. Both girls jumped forward and tried to attack Black Canary with follow up kicks. The girls were outclassed, Dinah had been trained by some of the best martial arts instructions and she easily dodged both girls’ strikes and then counter-attacked. Ducking under the first girl’s strike she grabbed her tights encased leg and pushed her off balance. Sarah went falling right onto her lovely spandex covered behind. Dinah then leaned back to avoid Sally’s strike. Canary countered with a sweep of her leg that swept the black clad brunette off her feet.
Ellen had waited for Sally and Sarah to strike and used the distraction to get around to Canary’s rear. While the heroine’s back was turned Ellen reached out and seized the blonde’s neck. Applying a viscous sleeperhold, Ellen hoped to wear Canary down and knock her out. Dinah grunted as the black leotard covered arms wrapped around her neck and squeezed. She grabbed her opponent’s arms and tried to yank them off without success.
“C, S and SH!” Ellen cried as she tried to hold the struggling Black Canary. Claire attacked while Sarah and Sally got up and aided by deliver a joint stomach blow to Canary while Claire slammed her fist across Canary’s face.
“Ouf!” Dinah grunted as the blows hit home. The assault and sleeper had taken their toll. She needed to get this attacker off her otherwise she’d go out. Dinah waited for the two girls to her front to close. They came forward to give another punch to the gut, and Dinah threw her body forwards.
The moment in her move and the suddenness of it, caused Ellen to get pulled off her feet and over Canary’s back. This caused her to land right on Claire, Sarah, and Sally. All three girls were stunned by the move and unable to get up, resulting in a small pile of leotard and tights clad bodies.
Lisa saw her girls needed some help. Molly was still trying to crack the safe so it was up to her. The blonde leader rushed forwards and went on the attack. Black Canary just managed to block the new girl’s opening assault. Using her arms, Dinah blocked the blows coming from Lisa.
“You’re pretty good.” Canary told the girl as she blocked a neck strike and tried to deliver a left hook.
Lisa deflected the blow and managed to get a knee in. Dinah took it in the gut and doubled over. The black clad thief then clenched her fists and slammed them down on Black Canary’s back. Dinah went down and tried to catch her breath. By this time, Ellen, Sally, Sarah and Claire were back on their feet. They encircled the heroine on the ground. Lisa was confident, this cape wasn’t so tough.
Canary seeing she was outnumbered decided to pull out her ace in the whole. Taking a breath she then turned to the nearest girl and screamed. Dinah had practiced this ability since she was a girl. Her vocal cords were capable of delivering a powerful and debilitating blast of sound. The noise from her Canary Cry could disorient a person or knock them out. Dinah decided to go for the former.
Her cry erupted in a series of sonic waves. Claire was the first to feel its affects and the girl clutched her ears and staggered away. Going in a 360 motion, Black Canary swept across the black leotard clad girls around her. The cry caused them all to stagger away or fall to the ground. Dinah got off the ground and went on the attack. With a series of kicks and punches she laid out each of the girls. Ellen tried to attack Canary, lunging forwards trying to tackle the heroine.
Dinah smiled and spun on her left foot. Her right leg went in a sweeping kick and knocked Ellen right to the ground. She smiled all five of the girls were no longer a threat. Black Canary placed her hands on her hips, “Time to get you girls ready for the police….AHHH!”
Molly knew she had to act with all the girls down on the ground. She pulled the tazer out of her backpack and got Canary while she was distracted. Since the heroine’s jacket covered her arms and back, Molly shoved the device right into Black Canary’s signature fishnet tights. Dinah cried out and arched her back as electricity shrugged through her system.
“What…what the…hell?” Canary said to no one in particular. She sank forwards and landed on her knees. Molly was surprised that the heroine was still awake. The thief moved to deliver another debilitating shock when Canary tried to attack. Dinah turned at the waist and grabbed the black tights encased legs of her attacker. She then threw her weight forward and brought the girl down. Dinah landed on her attacker’s legs.
Dinah was still stunned from the tazer. Her move to knock the thief off her feet had drained what little energy she had. Molly tried to push Canary off her, but the heroine refused to let go of her legs. Dinah grabbed the girl’s tights and pulled putting a run in the thief’s hosiery but didn’t let go. Molly kicked Canary away and managed to move away at the cost of ripping the end of the feet of her tights.
“You are…not…getting away that easily.” Dinah said. She started to get up herself when a phone connected with the back of her head. The office device was heavy and blunt; it knocked Black Canary right out. Dinah fell forwards, her arms stretched out in front of her.
“Good hit boss.” Ellen said getting up. Lisa was standing over the heroine. She was still a little woozy from the Canary Cry but had managed to get to her feet.
“Bitch she ripped my tights!” Molly complained. She delivered a quick kick to the heroine. It caused Black Canary to roll onto her side. Arms draped across each other, supporting her head.
“That’s the least of our worries. Did you get the goods?” Lisa asked Molly. The black haired techno wizard nodded, “In the bag boss.”
“What do we do with her?” Ellen said pointing at the KO’d superheroine. Lisa smiled, “Let’s leave her in a bind.”
………….
Canary wasn’t the only heroine out that night. Returning from the narrows viva her own motorcycle was Batgirl. Her costume blended in with the night. A black unitard covered her from neck to the yellow boots that were a dirty from her recent action in the slums. Yellow was also the color of her gloves and the utility belt that was Batgirl’s main tool in fighting crime. Her cape was fluttering in the wind along with the red hair that poked out from under the distinctive bat-cowl that hid the crime-fighter’s identity.
Little did anyone know that the famous Batgirl’s secret identity was none other than Barbara Gordon college student and daughter to Police Commissioner Jim Gordon. Babs (as Kara loving called her) was heading home. She had spent most of the night dealing with a drug bust. Tracking down the site of the deal and then breaking it up. Her shoulder was still a little sore thanks to a hit from one thug’s crowbar.
A nice long bath and then see if Kara is still on AIM, Barbara thought as she turned towards her apartment. As she came up to the center of the city her bike beeped. Babs checked her bike. The small LCD screen built into her ride showed an IFF nearby, Black Canary’s. Batgirl slowed as she came near the bike. Pulling up to the alley, the red headed superheroine could see no one was home. Hmm might as well make sure Canary doesn’t need any help, Babs thought. Activating her comm system, “Black Canary, this is Batgirl how are things going.”
No response. She tried again, and again there was nothing. Now Batgirl was slightly worried. Consulting with her bike’s computer again she searched for Black Canary’s located beacon. Each communication set had one. It marked Dinah’s position inside the building across the street.
Batgirl hopped off her bike and reached for her belt. Pulling out her grapple gun she fired off the grappler and hooked onto the building. With a whirl of a powerful motor, she went skyward. After going through an unlocked window and traveling two floors down, she reached the area Black Canary was.
Searching the floor, she saw it was a typical office layout and saw no sign of Canary till, “HMMPH!” Batgirl turned her head and tried to locate the source of the sound. Another cry went out; Babs recognized it someone trying to speak through a gag. Running towards the noise she found the Canary.
Black Canary was tied lying on her back. Her leather coat and boots had been removed and tossed a few feet away. Phone cord had been used to tie her hands together behind her back, pin her arms to her chest, thighs together and her ankles. Duct tape covered her lips.
“Dinah what happened?” Babs asked as she bent down to remove Canary’s gag.
Ripping the tape off Batgirl watched as Dinah coughed and took in a few breaths of air, “Ugh! I got my butt kicked.” Black Canary complained. She sat up and Batgirl began to cut the blonde’s bonds with a knife. With a few quick cuts, Barbara freed Canary.
Rubbing her writs, then her ankles Canary went on to explain what had happened. After a few minutes Dinah had given Batgirl all the info and was putting her boots back on. As she slipped her fishnet covered foot into the boot Dinah looked at Batgirl, “Worse part I don’t have a single clue on who they are.”
“Its okay Dinah you were outnumbered 5 to 1. Anyway I’m sure they will…” Babs stopped in mid sentence looking down.
“What?” Black Canary said standing up and throwing on her jacket. Babs smiled.
“Looks like we have a clue after all Black Canary” She picked up something off the ground. Dinah could see it was a piece of nylon fabric, specifically a piece of a pair of tights.
………………
“Well that was fun.” Sally said as the girls reached their apartment. After tying up Black Canary the girls made their escape and headed to the hideout. All of the girls were changing from their black leotards and tights.
Her sister Molly wasn’t as glib, “I thought we were lucky. How did she find us?”
Lisa their boss was standing in her underwear another outfit in her hands. She faced the two girls, “We were lucky Molly next time we need to be more careful.”
Ellen was pulling on her shinny pantyhose and added her two cents, “Maybe its time to move on. We’ve been pretty successful thus far.”
“Are you crazy, the cover we have has been prefect. How many good scores have we gotten from this set up?” Claire asked. The red head was primarily responsible for most of the intelligence they got.
“I’d have to agree, with the profits we’ve been making, it be stupid to stop.” Sarah responded, she had her white tank top with its orange lettering over her chest and pantyhose and was holding her orange short-shorts.
Lisa who had taken the time to finish changing took a seat and put on her white socks and sneakers now fully in her uniform, “Okay” she replied, “We will stay but keep an eye out for the heroes from now on. Let’s get moving girls, we’re running late.”
Standing up the short haired blonde looked incredible in her Boomer’s uniform. The white tank top hugged her chest, orange shorts barely worth the name showed off her long pantyhose encased legs, and she had the restaurant’s name written across her chest. They had done variations of this idea in several cities. By day they were simple decent girls working as waitresses, but come nightfall they were thieves stealing anything of value. Tonight they had robbed Clarke Tellcom of its new laser communication system plans. Any telecommunication company would pay a hefty price to get their hands on the plans, or even more to get them back.
Lisa smiled and thought, its good to be bad.
Just wanted to say thanks for Franco for letting me use his Boomer's resturant idea, Okona for helping out with the story idea, and SuperPics for the title. More to come later!