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Girls' Night Out --(Part 2)	By : Riot Storm Category: DC Verse Comics > Superman Views: 29233 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Girls’ Night Out- Part 2

Chapter 10: Smoke and Mirrors: Pt. 2

Written and Edited by R.S.

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Nightwing could hear his pulse ratchet up as he became hopelessly lost in the seemingly endless series of twists, turns, and dead ends. At each step his own distorted reflection seemed to mock him.

Though it was impossible the mirrors appeared to be somehow moving and shifting on their own, as if leading him down a certain path. Backtracking had only served to entrench and mire him even deeper into the maze.

He was becoming more and more disoriented by the moment and the feeling of being watched had grown even stronger. At times he could swear he caught someone or something moving in his peripheral vision. But each time he turned to look; only another funhouse mirror greeted him.

This was taking far too long. If Robin was really in danger like Tangle had said then he didn’t have time to wander around all night. But now that he thought about it, the villainess had been mysteriously quiet for a while now. To make matters worse, he was mysteriously short of breath- something that a person of his near Olympic level strength and endurance should not have experienced so soon. The miniscule amount of gas he had breathed in earlier had to be the culprit.

Nightwing stumbled into an open clearing in the maze as he began coughing and struggling to find his breath. The flat area was flanked all around by more mirrors, positioned tightly together and forming an almost complete circle.

“I’ve been looking forward to this.”

Nightwing wheeled around to find Tangle suddenly behind him. She had her arms crossed and looked as stunning as ever clad in her usual skin tight blue catsuit. A hint of her marvelous full cleavage peeked out from behind the extremely low drawn zipper of her outfit.

“Where is he, Tangle?” he demanded gruffly. “You’d better talk. Now.”

The gorgeous blonde villainess grinned from ear to ear.

“And why would I do that? As I recall, the last time we fought I beat you.”

Nightwing subtlety pivoted onto balls of his feet, like a panther ready to strike.

“No, I let you win in order to place a tracking device on you so that you would lead me back to your little hideout. And as I recall, it worked perfectly.”

“Hmph…very confident, aren’t we?” she scoffed. “But I wonder if things will go so well for you this time.”

He had heard enough. Without hesitation, moving on instinct and emotion, he rushed straight forward. She didn’t move a muscle and then he realized why. He hit the mirror with a hard smack, just barely managing to stop his head from meeting glass. It had just been a reflection.

“This is going to be even more fun than I’d hoped,” Tangle laughed holding her sides.

She was on the other side of the clearing now. Nightwing cautiously approached her reflection this time, not willing to move so carelessly again. How had she seemingly warped from there to here? It had to be some kind of trick. As he knelt down to examine the mirror in which she appeared, Tangle’s knee abruptly shot up striking him solidly under the chin.

Stunned from the surprise blow, Nightwing’s head jolted back and he hit the floor with a thud. This time it had obviously not been a reflection but the real deal. Just then loud carnival music began blasting over the speakers and an array of multicolored spotlights began blinking and swirling in every direction. The garish display of lights and sounds only served to further throw his senses off balance. As he scrambled back on his feet Tangle suddenly appeared all around him in every single mirror, with the same taunting yet seductive smirk on her pretty face.

“Aww, did that hurt?” she teased. “At this rate you’ll be joining little Robin groveling at our feet in no time. Oh, you should see the way he begs and begs just for the chance to pleasure us or to lick the dirt off our boots!”

Nightwing fell into a fighting stance used to fend off multiple attackers. He couldn’t let her taunts and cheap tricks rattle his resolve. But she seemed to be everywhere at once. With no way to distinguish the real from reflection, he had to be prepared from every conceivable angle. It wasn’t enough. Suddenly she lunged from behind and landed a leaping kick to the side of his head. Her boot ricocheted off his skull with a resounding smack, knocking him down once more. By the time he recovered she had retreated safely to one of the dozens of reflections once again.

This was getting him absolutely no where. Though the effects of the gas were slowly wearing off, it was still affecting his senses and reaction time- making him slower and more susceptible to her surprise tactics. There had to be a way to level the playing field. He grabbed two handfuls of shurikens from his utility belt and launched them at several of the mirrors. To his dismay, instead of shattering the glass, the razor like projectiles simply bounced harmlessly off before landing on the floor. These were obviously more than mere glass funhouse mirrors.

Tangle’s reflections moved in complete unison, letting out a simultaneous and exaggerated sigh.

“That was an awfully desperate move, Nightwing, and you weren’t even close. Though I never did give you tight wearing types much credit in the brain department. But let’s see how you well you defend yourself when I’m actually trying.”

“Ooofff!”

The wind was abruptly knocked out of the superhero’s lungs as Tangle leapt out with a surprise kick to his gut. Nightwing doubled over and tried to bring his arms up in a hopeless bid to protect himself. It was no use. Again and again the cunning villainess lashed out at him, landing numerous kicks and cheap shots to his head and increasingly aching body.

She seemed to come at him from every direction at once. Through the pounding pain in his head he could hear her mocking laughter after every attack. She was thoroughly enjoying every minute of this, he realized with growing anger. Thanks to the effects of the gas all of his attempts to counterattack were easily evaded, and all he could see was her lithe, curvaceous body dance about effortlessly around him striking at will.

Exhausted, Nightwing dropped to one knee. He had to do something now or else he was done for. There had to be some way to get the advantage over her. After racking his brain it came to him. Why hadn’t he thought of it before?

Grabbing a handful of marble sized smoke bombs in the palm of his hand, he patiently waited for her to resume the onslaught. From the corner of his eye he caught a flicker of movement then quickly slammed to the smoke bombs to the ground. A thick fog of blinding gray smoke filled the entire area.

“Hey, that’s not fair!” Tangle cried, stunned by the sudden tactic.

She blindly stumbled through the dense haze, trying to feel her way around. The beautiful villainess yelped in pain as she felt a strong hand wrench her right wrist up and behind her back and take her down to the floor. What felt like a heavy wait rested on the small of her back, preventing her from squirming loose.

“Ow! Let go of me!” she shouted trying desperately to free herself.

Nightwing dug his knee deeper into her back.

“No chance,” he responded coolly as the smoke dissipated.

The stunning vixen glared up at him through angry yet dazzling blue eyes.
“How…how did you…?”

“Simple. While it seemed that you were attacking me at random and from every direction, I eventually noticed that only certain ‘reflections’ were jumping out and from only a handful of mirrors. That narrowed it down considerably for me to guess where your next move would come from. And while I couldn’t tell exactly where you were, you could tell exactly where I was at all times. I just had to even things up by making it so neither of us could tell where the other was. The thing is though I have a lot more experience in that type of setting than you do- and I knew you wouldn’t be able to keep your mouth shut.

“You’re more clever than I gave you credit for. But you still haven’t beaten me yet.”

Nightwing increased his grip on her wrist, twisting it even harder.

“Enough with the games, Tangle. Where are you holding Robin?”

A grin suddenly spread across her sultry lips.

“Now, Lace!”

Nightwing barely had time to react as the raven haired villainess’ boot came rushing toward him from behind. He leaned forward at the last moment, feeling the wind from her kick graze the back of his neck. Without even looking he threw his leg back, connecting solidly with her abdomen. Lace was flung violently backward, smacking roughly into one of the mirrors before landing on the floor in a crumpled heap.

“I knew your partner in crime had to be around here somewhere,” Nightwing stated matter of factly. “And I know you well enough to know that the two of you are never far away from each other and usually work in tandem. So much for your little trump card, Tangle.”

With an evident sense of satisfaction, the masked superhero roughly pulled the villainess from the floor and slammed her forward against the wall.

“Now where is he?!” shouted Nightwing. “I went easy on you last time, but I’ll do no such thing now. If you don’t tell me where he is I will break your arm!”

Tangle winced in obvious pain. Her struggles were easily held in check by her much bigger and stronger adversary.

“Wait…please…I…” she began.

“You have until the count of three to tell me or else you can go to prison with a cast on your arm,” he interrupted angrily. “It’s your choice. One…two…”

Tangle could tell by the tone of his voice that this time he was not bluffing.

“Okay…alright I’ll talk!” she cried.

He released his hold and spun her around to face him. As he did so her arm jerked free from his grasp. She pulled back and swung at his face. Nightwing easily caught her fist in mid strike but before he could make another attempt to subdue her, Tangle turned her wrist over revealing a tiny clear tube jutting out from her sleeve. He heard a slight hissing sound, like compressed air being released; as she precisely tapped her belt buckle with her other hand. A soft puff of white gas shot out from the tube and directly into his face.

“Got ya,” she commented with a clever smirk.

Nightwing recoiled, hands over his mouth, coughing and struggling to breath. At once he realized he had played perfectly into her trap and had reacted just as she had planned. Tangle had merely feigned throwing that punch in order to trap him.

“You should know by now that I always have a trick or two up my sleeve,” Tangle joked. “Oh, and you’ve been dosed with the very same gas that you experienced earlier in the tunnel. It’s a fast working sedative and works quite well. If you thought breathing in that tiny amount before was bad, just wait until you feel the effects of a full dose. It will definitely render you unconscious- but not for a little while. In the mean time though, you’ll notice that you feel disoriented and your motor functions are severely inhibited. Now I believe it is time for a long overdue payback session, right Lace?”

“Right. And we’re going to enjoy this immensely you sad piece of shit,” she answered with an evil grin.

Through increasingly hazy vision, Nightwing could see both attractive villainesses confidently circling him like lions stalking injured prey. He struggled to move even a couple of feet. Retreating was his only logical option but his limbs stubbornly refused to cooperate. It felt as if he were trying to wade through a ton of jell-o with lead weights tying him down. Though heavily distorted, the cruel laughter of both women as they watched him stumble about rang brazenly in his ears. Escape was no longer possible- he would have to fight.

Nightwing shakily staggered forward as he took a wild and desperate swing at Tangle. She nimbly leaned back, just out of his range, and then grabbed his wrist and upper arm. Using his own forward momentum to her advantage she easily flipped him over her shoulder, slamming him roughly to the floor.

“Aww, poor baby, what’s the matter? Can’t see straight? Feeling all weak and helpless?” the blonde bombshell taunted in an overly sympathetic tone. “Even an amateur would’ve been able to avoid that feeble attack.”

Growing increasingly frustrated, Nightwing clumsily picked himself up and lashed out once again trying to hit something- anything. But Tangle had other ideas. She slipped past his haymaker and latched onto his arm with both hands. He thrashed about, trying to free his limb but her grip seemed iron clad.

“Thaaaat’s right, big man, the gas has made you as weak as a baby. And now it’s time to show you just how pathetic you “big strong men” truly are.”

And with that Tangle rifled off several vicious kicks to his exposed ribs. He yelped in pain and clutched his side only to catch a roundhouse kick from Lace straight to the jaw that sent his head whipping back. Tangle immediately followed by driving her knee straight into his gut. The air was forced from his lungs while he doubled over in agony.

“You are going to regret ever laying your filthy hands on us!” Lace shouted angrily. “We’re going to make sure you never even think of striking a woman again!”

She took up position behind the dazed superhero and easily restrained his limbs in a half nelson while Tangle moved to the front.

“And just so you know, Nightwing, Robin was never here. He’s being safely kept in our new hideout,” informed Tangle. “It was all a set up from the beginning.”

His heavy eyes widened in disbelief.

“That’s right. Supergirl set you up perfectly for us to ambush you. She’s working for the right side once again. Too bad you won’t be able to tell anyone about what you’ve just learned though.”

No, not again he thought drowsily. He had to warn Batman and Superman. But it was already too late. The sexy villainess stepped forward and unleashed a devastating flurry of kicks to his stomach, ribs, and chest, beating his body like a drum. From the look on her beautiful face, she seemed to savor each blow more than the last.

Finally when he thought he could take no more, Lace allowed his pain ravaged body to fall to the floor. Nightwing landed heavily on his hands and knees. His entire body was already on fire and throbbing intensely from the horrendous beating but he tried desperately to crawl away.

“Where do you think you’re going? We’re not done yet- not even close,” said Lace, smiling sadistically.

The sexy brunette leisurely strolled around to his right side before driving the sharp toe of her black high heeled boot directly into his already aching ribs. She grinned at the satisfying “thumping” sound it made then she wound up for a second attack. This time her leg swung into him with such force that his body partially lifted up off the ground before coming back down on his back.

Lace planted her boot on his chest and pressed down hard.
“That was fun, but I think its time for some good ol’ fashioned kick ball practice now. What do you think, Tangle?”

The blonde smiled mischievously.
“Why that is a simply smashing idea!”

Tangle hooked her arms under Nightwing’s and hauled his barely conscious body off the floor, making sure to spread his legs widely apart. Lace backed up several steps and performed a couple mock practice kicks in the air.

“Y’know I think this is my favorite sport out of any of them,” she said fondly. “This should definitely become an Olympic event.”

Without further pause, he rushed forward and planted her boot squarely into his balls. Nightwing briefly became wide awake as he yelled at the top of his lungs.

“My turn, my turn!” Tangle said excitedly. “I’ve wanted to bust his balls almost as much as Superman’s.”

They traded positions and the fetching villainess took her time to line up the helpless and barely conscious superhero in her sights. Behind tear streaked eyes, he could only watch helplessly as she gracefully took to the air before performing a devastating jumping front kick that connected mercilessly with his testicles.

Tangle and Lace shared a hearty laugh at the deafening scream that followed.

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The crisp and cool artic air felt quite refreshing as Captain Marvel soared majestically over vast seas of ice. In the distance he spotted what he had been searching for. A monolithic structure made of gigantic, spectacular and otherworldly crystals and ice loomed in front of him. He hovered patiently in the air as a large sheer tower of crystals slid away and allowed him to enter.

The Captain made his way down a winding corridor on his way to the main living quarters of the Fortress of Solitude. To either side was the mind blowing intergalactic zoo with which creatures never seen on Earth resided. He was in complete awe every time he set foot here.

At the end of the hall was an enormous steel door with the famous “S” shield emblazoned on its polished surface. After a moment it parted and slid open for him.

“I came as soon as I could, Superman.”

Captain Marvel’s voice echoed in the cavernous and seemingly empty control room. Beautiful shimmering walls constructed from Kryptonian crystals gave off a pleasant white glow in every direction. Statues and various other mementos from the Man of Steel’s destroyed home planet were placed all around.

A soft voice, not at all as he had been expecting greeted him.

“Thank you for coming, Captain.”

“Kara?” he asked a bit uneasily.

The beautiful blue eyed and blonde haired heroine spun slowly around in the large, futuristic looking chair in front of the main console. The chair, no doubt built specifically for Superman, dwarfed the much smaller girl and had easily concealed her from his view.

“I’m so glad you could make it,” she said with a coy smile.

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End of Chapter 10

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