Boring. Totally pedestrian. That's the best way to describe this bank robbery. The same shrill scream of the customers, the same guns raised by security guards who finally get to do something, the same look of terror in their eyes when they are snatched away by thin air. They know who she is, they know what she's here for. They know what she can do. Guard and customer alike, they shuffle into the manager's office like sheep and allow the door to be locked behind them. Some in the crowd may have decided to play hero against a regular bank robber, but a different kind of hero would be needed to stop her.
And that's just what she was counting on.
Her mental reverie was halted by the flickering of the lights in the hallway and the feeling of her hair raising up on her arms. He was coming. She quickly stepped into the vault, which unlocked and opened with a delicate wave of her latex covered hand. The door slid shut behind her, which would give her ample time to prepare...
The sight that the hero would have burned into his memory when he opened the door was of the feared supervillain Neuronia, laying naked on a table atop a large stack of money. Her black hair was tied back in a bun and her latex uniform hung from the edge of the table, carelessly strewn aside in favour of the dramatic.
"Sparky! I was wondering when you were going to show up." She spoke up after a moment's silence, in which the young hero had shyly hidden his face to conceal a blush. The young ones were always the best for shocks. He was dressed as she expected, skintight purple lycra with a lightning bolt straight down his chest. There was no mistaking what the boy was about.
"It's Tesla... You know that, Neuronia." He replied, still not looking at the woman's lewd display. Her smirk grew wider as he continued to avoid eye contact with her. She gave him a dismissive shrug.
"I can't remember the names of all the cute boys who try to stop me." She sat up, her perky breasts bouncing with her vertical move, a move which caused Tesla's cheeks to grow even more pink. "And there's been so many! And yet, I've never been caught.. Why is that?"
Tesla pondered for a moment. "You are a gifted telekinetist, someone who has a penchant for tricks and the dramatic." His hand dropped from his face as he tried to regain a sense of control in the situation. It was short lived.
"True, and flattery will get you everywhere." She winked to the increasingly frustrated hero. "But have you considered that maybe they just let me go?"
"What? Why would they just let you go? You're a criminal!" He spat as the room began to crackle with static electricity.
"Yes, I'm a criminal. But I give them something they can't have... Submission. I made every hero that tried to stop me my bitc- " She would have continued, if not for the sudden burst of electricity the hero sent coursing through her body. Involuntarily, her muscles contracted, her fists balling tightly as pain rippled through her. The assault only lasted a few moments, however, before Tesla dropped to his knees, gasping for air.
"Ah... Bad idea, Sparky." Neuronia slid off the table onto the cold metal floor of the vault, her feet padding towards the hero as he clenched at his throat desperately. "To be honest, you're kind of lucky. The last person who tried to taze me had his windpipe crushed. Of course, you..." Her hand ran along his arm, a blossom of bruises raising up behind the path of her fingers. "You're made from tougher stuff."
"P-please..." He breathlessly forced out as the colour drained from his face. With a curt wave of her hand after an almost disinterested sigh, the force holding his windpipe disappeared and he doubled over gasping for air.
