Josephine and Joyce are in the attic together. Josephine in her Superwoman costume minus the belt and choker. Joyce is holding the power artifacts walking around the room placing the artifacts in different locations…

“Keep your eyes closed and focus….now, can you feel the artifacts?”

“I can sense they’re somewhere close. That’s all….wait…I think….are they over there?” Josephine points with her eyes closed pointing directly at the artifacts.

“Was that a guess? Joyce asked.

“No…no I can definitely feel them over there…wait….” Josephine paused as Joyce started to quietly walk the artifacts to another location.

“Where are they now?” Joyce asked.

“Over there…” Josephine points in the direction of the artifacts.

“You can feel them and locate them! That’s amazing! You’re a natural at this!” Joyce exclaimed excitedly. “Now keep your eyes closed and try to summon them….”

Josephine kept her eyes closed and concentrated.

“Make them come to you…command your power….tell them to attach to your body…” Joyce whispered.

Suddenly the artifacts started to move slightly in Joyce’s hand. Joyce released them and the artifacts went a few feet and fell near Josephine.

“Almost did it, kid! That’s great progress though! Your mother would be so proud.” Joyce reassured.

“I want to learn how to fly!“ Josephine said excitedly as she unconsciously began to float.

“Ummm, you kind of already are…” Joyce said pointing at Josephine’s feet.

Amazed Josephine looks down. “Oh my God!”

[Meanwhile…]

Detective Rebecca Hunt walks into a bar in the run down Bowdry neighborhood. A section well known for it’s rough thugs and gang activity. Unflinching, the small blonde woman enters the bar in her black high heels, blue skirt and blazer. She walks up to the bar and calls over the burly black bartender, flashes her badge and shows him a picture.

“Tyrone Jenkins, where is he?” she demanded.

The large man looked at her expressionless. “Never seen him.” he said.

“He hangs out here. Don’t bullshit me pal. Tell me where he is.” She demands.

The bartender slaps his hands on the counter.

“Detective White Girl wanna know where Tyrone at! Anyone seen Tyrone? ” He yells out.

Detective Hunt watched as two men locked the door and guarded it. Another man approached her while the bartender stood up tall and pulled out a bat from behind the bar. Every other customer put their heads down not wanting trouble.

“Bitch, you bettah git yo fine white ass the fuck on outta here.” The bartender said.

Rebecca stood up to the man approaching her. She came up to the bottom of his chest. Muscular and strong he glared at her with malevolence in his eyes.

“Looks like I came to the right place.” She said with a cocky smirk.

The large man looked confused then grabbed Rebecca by the throat with two hands and lifted her up.

“Choke white bitch!“ he said while she kicked her legs wildly trying to get free. Then he smiled at her…

“Yeah, I loves killin’ me some white cop bitches!” He said.

Rebecca managed a well placed high heel into the man’s balls. Yelling in pain he drops her. Quickly spinning around she sees the bartender jump over the bar and swing his bat. Rebecca ducks and the bat connects with the injured man’s head knocking him unconscious.

“Oh shit, Maleek!” The bartender yells out.

Quickly kicking off her high heels and now in nyloned feet she grabs a wooden stool and cracks it across the bartenders legs taking him down. Grabbing his bat she cracks it across his back. He yells then lays still on the floor. She turns her attention to the two guarding the door as one of them nervously pulls a gun out. She glares at him…

“You pussies wanna play too?” she asks as she pulls her gun at aims it at the man before he has a bead on her. The other man guarding the door unlocks it and leaves…

“Fuck this shit! White woman be crazy!” he says while running out. The remaining customers ran out after him.

Detective Hunt still with her gun pointed at the one man remaining…

“Okay asshole, we can shoot at each other and I guarantee you get shot in the chest because you’re holding it sideways like an idiot or you can put the fucking gun down and tell me where Tyrone is.” she said.

The man dropped the gun. “Okay look, Tyrone be rollin’ in here yesterday with some fat bills and new gold chains and shit. Said he’s got a mission to do and he’s gonna be on a big time crew earning big time bank.”

“What mission? Who’s he working for? ” she demands.

“I don’t know, he wouldn’t say nuthin’ else. He just bragged about his new shit. I swear to god!” he pleaded.

“I believe you.” she said while putting her gun away and slipping her heels back on. Then she calmly walked over to the man and put him in cuffs. Shortly there were police all over the bar and neighborhood. It made the people nervous and it wasn’t long before word hit the street that Detective Hunt was looking for Tyrone.

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Josephine flew through the night sky as Superwoman for the first time. It was amazing seeing Delta City this high up. The lights and the people all running around, it was exhilarating. Still a nervous flyer she almost lost her balance a few times, but she was getting the hang of it.

Down below she saw Delta City Commons, a large green space in the middle of the city reserved for families to enjoy. Once a bustling area of enjoyment it has degenerated into a late night hang out for the city’s unsavory characters.

Josephine wanted to visit the Superwoman Memorial statue that was erected in her mother’s honor after she was murdered. Once a well cared for statue it has since been vandalized and forgotten about. Josephine landed in front of the statue with a minimal amount of grace as her landings were still something that needed work.

Reading the plaque and looking up at her mother in bronze she can’t help but notice the years of neglect the statue has suffered. Much like Delta City itself the statue has aged and rotted.

Suddenly she heard a man jump out from behind the statue…

“Stay back you hooligans! I’ll whoop you!” said the old bum holding a stick. Josephine noticed he wasn’t looking at her, but just yelling in her direction.

“Sir, I’m sorry. Are you okay? Can you even see me?” she asked.

The man seemed confused. “Oh, you’re not one of those college Frat Boys?”

“No, I was just here admiring this statue.” Josephine said.

“Oh, well I’m sorry miss. It’s just that I live here and every Friday night some college Frat Boys come down to drink and vandalize this Superwoman statue. I’m blind you see and it’s hard to fight them off so they usually just beat me up and laugh.”

“Why do you stay here then? Why not move to another part of the park?” she asked.

“Because young lady, this is Superwoman. You’re too young to remember her, but I do. She saved my life once, over 25 years ago. Pulled me and my family out of a burning building. I’ll never forget it. She was so beautiful and kind. The city was a happy place then, a safe place. Then, she was murdered. It was one of the last things I ever saw, that video of her getting shot, before I went blind. Ever since then I haven’t been able to work. City got so bad, nobody hiring, especially a blind man. I started living on the streets. Eventually I moved here, to the Superwoman statue. Because she represented hope and goodness.” The man explained.

“So you stay here and fight these Frat Boys every Friday night to protect a statue of Superwoman?” she asked. 

“Not just a statue, miss. Hope. Superwoman is hope and you can never kill hope. I won’t let a few thugs take away my hope. That’s why I stay.”

Josephine was impressed with the man’s conviction and optimism. Then suddenly the sound of broken bottles and loud laughter came closer to the statue. The bum held up his stick…

“Now Miss, that’s them Frat Boys coming. This ain’t no place for you. You get outta here fast so you don’t get hurt. Go on, run!“ He warned.

As the three figures came into view Josephine recognized them from campus. Tommy, their leader, was an all star wrestler on a sports scholarship. Although his parents could more than afford to pay his tuition he simply enjoyed hurting people. So  much so that it was rumored their Frat House had an underground wrestling ring inside. The other two were his followers. Equally enjoying the torture and humiliation of others. It was no surprise to Josephine that these three came here every weekend to pick on a blind old man.

“Hey! Old man! You here? We came to piss all over your statue! HAHAHAHA!!!! Tommy yelled out. Then he saw Superwoman…

“WHOA!!! Old man! You brought us a present? Looks like Halloween came early this year! Nice! She looks like she’s ready for a good pounding in the face…then the pussy!!!” 

“Now miss I told you, get out of here. They’ll just beat me up, but they’ll rape you. Leave!” The old man warned again to Josephine. 

“Get out of here you hoodlums! I’ll whoop you good with this stick!” The old man threatened.

She turned to him “You don’t have to worry about me, just keep that hope alive.” 

Superwoman walked towards the three Frat Boys. They spread out to encircle the powerful heroine in red. Admiring her shimmering legs in the moonlight and the curves of her toned legs. How her breasts heaved with every breath she took. Her dark brunette hair flowing in the wind as she kept whipping her head around to see where each of the three thugs were. Her red boots pivoting on the ball of her foot as she tried to keep a lock on each of them…

“After we’re done fucking you, we’re gonna beat the shit out of that old man then cut the head off that fucking statue he loves so much. Then we’re gonna tie you up to that statue with a vibrator shoved in you so you can cum over and over again until someone finds you.” Tommy grinned at her.

“I’ll say this once boys. Leave this man alone and don’t come back here or you’re going to feel some serious pain.” Superwoman warned.

The trio of trouble laughed at Superwoman…

“Some bimbo in an old Superwoman costume thinks she’s got a chance against us….GET HER!!!” Tommy orders.

The two goons raised their baseball bats and swung wildly simultaneously at Superwoman. Her new found super reflexes allowed her to catch each bat mid swing, one in each hand. Pulling the bats away from the men she delivered a devastating round house kick to one then a side kick to the other. Knocking them both out in a matter of a second. Then holding the two bats she turned to look at Tommy who was now in awe of her strength. Superwoman squeezed the bats in front of Tommy splintering them in her hands. 

“Okay bitch! You got lucky! Let’s see if you can take a Collegiate All Star!” Tommy yells as he cocks his right arm and unleashes it on Superwoman.

Superwoman easily catches Tommy’s fist with one hand and squeezes it until he’s on is knees in pain. The pains shooting up his arm he looks up in awe at Superwoman…

“Please! My hand…you’re gonna break it!….” He begs.

“Leave this man alone. Never come back here. Do you understand?” Superwoman asks.

Tommy looks over at his friend on the ground who was given Superwoman’s side kick. He was slowly crawling towards Superwoman with a syringe in his hand. Still hurting from the kick, but not knocked out like the one who was the recipient of her devastating round house. Tommy looks back up at Superwoman with a bit more confidence in his face…

“Maybe things will be different when you’re dizzy and can’t stand up!” He yells up as the thug on the ground musters enough strength to stab the syringe into Superwoman’s shimmering nylon glazed leg.

Superwoman looks down at her leg unfazed. Another side kick to the thugs jaw sent him to dreamland. The needle had bent and snapped much to the shock and dismay of Tommy.

Superwoman squeezed his hand harder as he begged even more with harder desperation in his voice.Then she lifted him up and cocked her arm back. Tommy looked in horror knowing that a punch from a woman so powerful would kill him.

“NO! NO! Please!!” Tommy begged as her fist stopped an inch away from his stomach. He looked at her with a mixture of shock and fear. Superwoman smiled at him then gently flicked her finger at his stomach which sent him flying 30 feet into a tree. She picked up the other two thugs and put them next to Tommy. Slapping all three of them awake she told them again…

“Leave this man alone. Never come back here. Do you understand?” She asks again.

“Yes”

“Yes”

“Yes”

“Good. Now leave.” She ordered firmly and heroically.

The three Frat Boys ran away from their embarrassing beating with their tails tucked between their legs. Watching them run she heard Tommy say to the others quietly “She’ll get hers!”

Turning her attention back to the old man he stood there reaching out to her. 

“It’s you…you…you came back to us….” He says.

“They won’t bother you again and I’ll fly over every Friday night to make sure they don’t.” She reassured.

“Please…let a blind man see…”He said as he put his hands on her shoulders. Moving his hands over her face to feel the mask, the belt and choker, her arms, gloves and finally he feels her thighs and slightly embarrassed pulls his hands away. “It is you…don’t you remember me? You saved me once.” He asked.

“Sir, I’m sorry, that wasn’t me who saved you all those years ago.” She said. The man’s face looked slightly confused then he smiled…

“It doesn’t matter who you are, all that matters is what you are.” He says.

Superwoman smiles at him. “Good night, sir.” She says as she flies off into the cool Delta City night.

The old man looks up as the wake of her lift off blows around the leaves near his feet. “She has the voice of an angel.”

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The next day Rebecca is ordered into The Captain’s office again. Having learned Detective Hunt was still on the Jenkins case he was more than displeased…

“You were told to drop the whole Jenkins case Detective. What the hell are you doing shaking down thugs alone?” 

“Sir, you actually told me to stay away from the Judge, besides I’m onto something. He’s got some kind of mission that’s supposed to get him into some crew.” She said.

“Detective, you’re overworked and stressed out. I’m ordering you to take a few days off. Go home, get some rest, for Christ sake Rebecca find a man and settle down.”

“Sir? Are you fucking kidding me?!! You’re ordering ME to take time off? Jenkins is out there probably going after Josephine Cirmia and you want ME to rest? No fucking way! I’m staying on until this guy’s locked back up!” she yelled.

“DETECTIVE! It’s mandatory vacation time OR you can give me your badge and gun right now.”

Detective Hunt couldn’t beleive what she was hearing. The Captain had always been a supporter of her and her hunches which usually panned out. She turned and walked out of the office…

[Later that day]

The door bell rings at Josephine’s house. Being Saturday she was home and opened the door to see Rebecca Hunt standing there.

“Good morning Detective, something wrong?” Josephine asked.

“Hi, well…not really. I’ve been ordered to take some vacation time. Look, word is that Tyrone Jenkins has some kind of mission to do in order to gain enough cred to get into a crew. I don’t think attacking a college student is big enough to do that. I don’t think you’re in any danger. I just wanted to let you know. I’ve sent the protective detail away.” She said with a mildly depressed look on her face.

“You don’t seem happy Rebecca, isn’t it good to have some vacation time?” Josephine asked getting the impression that Rebecca really had nothing else to do.

“No, it’s great. I’m just going to go home and do…whatever….” She said.

Josephine smiled at Rebecca “Well, I’m actually heading downtown to get some shopping done.  You want to come? Get some lunch?” She asked.

Rebecca looked at Josephine with a mildly surprised look. “You want to hang out with me? I’m a lot older than you.” 

“Umm, okay you’re like 11 years older than me and I think you’re kind of awesome and you have a car so I don’t have to take the bus downtown.” Josephine said jokingly.

Rebecca laughed and agreed to spend the afternoon with Josephine.

Later that day…

After an afternoon of bonding over lunch and shopping the two beautiful women were loading their bags into the trunk of Rebecca’s car when suddenly there was screaming coming from down the street. A few bricks had fallen from the top of a massive skyscraper project luckily missing any pedestrians. Josephine and Rebecca looked up to see one of the two massive sky cranes listing and tilting precariously off the side of the construction site roof. The massive steel girder the crane was holding was beginning to slide off it’s hook endangering the people below. A second crane was trying to aid the listing crane by hooking it, but the weight of the crane was pulling the second one off it’s supports as well. Rebecca yelled out to the civilians….

“Everybody find cover! Get off the street! Get off the street!” She yelled then reached for Josephine who was no longer there. “JOSEPHINE!” She yelled out, looking for her friend.

Up on the rooftop the operator of the crane was trying desperately to keep it from falling. “Chuck, get the hell outta there! It’s gonna go!” The workers yelled. Chuck, a rather large, burly man jumped out of the cockpit and landed his leg on a sharpened piece or re-barb sticking out of the concrete. He was stuck, in pain, unable to move.

A collective scream came from the civilians below as the bustling street was far too packed to get everyone indoors. The crane broke loose from it’s support and began to fall onto the street.

“MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!” Rebecca screamed.

As the screaming crowd looked up to see the crane coming down on them they witnessed a site the city hadn’t seen in over twenty years. Superwoman was streaking towards the crane!

Superwoman grabbed the massive arm of the crane and stopped it in mid air. She was concerned as to whether or not she would be strong enough to catch and carry a crane, but surprisingly it was like lifting a feather. She had initially grabbed the crane arm so hard that she almost ripped the steel in half and had to loosen her grip in order to hold onto it. A second scream came from below as the steel girder the crane was carrying had broken it’s hook and started to fall to the crowd. Superwoman caught the steel girder with her free hand. The girder had twisted in her hand because of the force needed to catch the massive piece of steel. She began flying both the crane and the girder back to the roof. Massive cheering, applause and overall jubilation echoed through the busy downtown area. Superwoman was back and the city couldn’t have been happier.

On the rooftop Superwoman set the crane and girder back safely. She noticed the construction workers trying to get Chuck off the re-barb he was stuck on. There was a sense of urgency because the second crane, although secured, was about to lose it’s load of bricks which was directly over Chuck. Superwoman flew over.

“What can I do to help?” She asked.

The men pointed to the bricks above Chuck as the straps holding the load snapped and the bricks began falling on Chuck.

“It’s too late!!!” The workers screamed.

Superwoman leaped into action and jumped over Chuck. Covering the massive man like she was doing a push up over him. The bricks fell on Superwoman as Chuck’s face was a mere inch away from Superwoman’s. He looked into her dark mascaraed eyes peeking through that red mask. Very few people had seen Superwoman this close up, even twenty years ago. Chuck couldn’t believe it, she was gorgeous and her dark hair was framing her face and draped over the sides of his head like a curtain. He almost forgot a ton of bricks were falling on them.

“Hi” he said with a stunned tone.

Superwoman smiled at him. “Hi, what’s your name?”

“Chuck.”

“You’re going to be okay Chuck, I’m going to get you out of here.” She said confidently.

“You’re gorgeous…” He said.

Superwoman smiled a big smile that could instantly light up a room or make the saddest person happy to be alive. “Thanks, Chuck” she said with an endearing laugh.

“Chuck, did you have garlic for lunch?” She quipped with a smile.

Chuck turned his head to the side to respond “Yeah…”

Superwoman laughed in a comforting way that made Chuck laugh too. Then the bricks had stopped falling. The workers looked in horror at the pile of bricks that had covered Superwoman and Chuck.

“Okay guys, we gotta dig them out fast!” One of them yelled. Then Superwoman flew out of the pile of bricks with Chuck in her arms. She had merely pinched the re-barb to break it off at the concrete. It was still in Chuck’s leg, but he didn’t care at the moment. All he could do was enjoy the fact that a sexy, beautiful Superwoman was flying him around. The workers cheered as Superwoman flew chuck to the street to some waiting EMT’s. 

Cell phone video and pictures captured images of Superwoman flying down with the large man in her arms.

“Hi, this is Chuck, he needs medical attention.” She said to the waiting emergency workers. The stunned workers began working on Chuck. Superwoman turned around to see a flood of people around her with their cell phones taking pictures and recording video. Everybody screaming and chanting “SUPERWOMAN! SUPERWOMAN! SUPERWOMAN!” She smiled and waved to the cheering crowd which only made them cheer louder. She couldn’t believe how amazing this made her feel, how happy everyone was to see her. She could feel the how positive the city was at that moment and how positive the city could be on a regular basis. All they needed was hope and now it seemed they have it. Superwoman is back.

Rebecca looked up to see Superwoman streak away into the sky. “WOW!” she said aloud.

Josephine walked up behind Rebecca. “Oh my God! What happened? Did anyone get hurt? Where’s the crane?” She asked bewildered.

“Josephine! Where’d you go? You didn’t see Superwoman save the day?” She asked.

“I was hiding…hello? Giant crane falling?…Superwoman? Really?” Josephine asked.

“Yes! Superwoman’s back! She was my idol when I was little girl!” Rebecca yelled excitedly.

[Later that night]

Josephine is watching the intense news coverage of Superwoman’s return. Social media had blown up all day with images and video of Superwoman saving the city from the crane and girder. Now the traditional media has been interviewing people all day. They even had news teams at Chuck’s house getting interviews from the recovering man.

Chuck: “Oh yeah, she was totally nice to me and gorgeous too. She even made a joke about my breath smelling like garlic when she was shielding me from the bricks. I know it sounds mean, but she was just so cute and charming. Like she said it in way that only she could say and you know it wasn’t mean, just kind of funny and cute. Don’t even get me started about how great it was to get a ride down to the street, I mean, I don’t get a chance to get flown around by a gorgeous goddess everyday, ya know?”

The news had even interviewed the group that was responsible for the massive skyscraper: Mr. Mike Smith of HERROS-MASHER Capital Investment Group. An extremely handsome and charismatic man who burst onto the investment scene seemingly out of nowhere to become one of the most influential and powerful men in the world.

“Our in house construction company, Shadows Construction, has an impeccable safety record and I welcome Delta City’s city managers to review our site. We here at HERROS-MASHER have made a significant investment in Delta City by constructing our World Headquarters here. Now, we have had some “issues” with some unsavory elements of Delta City who don’t want to see the economy recover and that’s what we are all about. Helping Delta City with good jobs and significant investment in it’s people. We view Delta City as a city on the rise and I for one am extremely happy to see Superwoman back. I’m really looking forward to meeting her in person.”

“He’s cute.” Josephine thought to herself as she continued to flip channels. The news of Superwoman returning wasn’t only a local story. It became an international headline. Unless someone was living under a rock there was no way you didn’t know Superwoman was back and sexy as ever.

“Josephine, don’t let this go to your head. Keep training, especially your telepathy.” Joyce said as she walked into the living room to join her niece.

“I’m all over it Auntie.” She said while she concentrated. “Watch this…” Josephine said as she flash changed into Superwoman on the couch. She removed the belt and choker and tossed them across the room. Concentrating on her artifacts they lifted off the floor and moved towards her slowly. It took a lot of effort, but she managed to get the artifacts to attach to her body. She was growing stronger and better each day.

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Saturday night in Delta City plus the euphoria of Superwoman returning made it a busy night of celebration. Rebecca Hunt was home alone and realized she was overdue for sex. Rebecca didn’t need a man to have a relationship with. She was very simple when it came to what she wanted. If she wanted sex, she went and got it. No hassle of a clingy or jealous guy to deal with. She walked down to the corner bar that was quite busy. She sat at the bar in a pair of tight jeans and v neck t-shirt. She wasn’t about to get dressed up for what she was about to do. She ordered a beer and it wasn’t more than 2 minutes until a man sat next to her and asked if he could buy her a drink. She looked the guy up and down. He was a good looking man and she approved.

“I already have a drink. Let’s cut to the chase. You want to have sex with me tonight?” She asked bluntly.

“What?…um..yes?” He said clumsily and who could blame him. It wasn’t often a woman offered sex without being a hooker.

“Are you…a “working” girl miss?” He questioned.

“I’m not a prostitute, I’m just looking for sex tonight. My place is just down the street. Let me finish my beer and we’ll head over.” She said.

Thirty minutes later they were in Rebecca’s apartment. The man politely asked if she could wear pantyhose. She obliged the man because she wanted him hard.

Rebecca climbed on top of the man and slid his hard cock inside her. He kept feeling her nyloned legs. The more he rubbed them the harder he got. Rebecca did all the work as she moved her hips to get his cock to hit just right.

“Let me get on top…” He demanded.

“No.” she said.

“Come on, I wanna get on top.”

“No man gets on top of me, I’m almost done, shut up.” She said and soon after Rebecca was then climbed off.

“I wasn’t done…” he said.

Rebecca put her nylon clad feet near his head and let him play with them while she stroked him off. Soon his cock erupted like a volcano and his seed was all over her hand.

“Ohhhh…yeahhhh….” He said as she rolled off him.

Rebecca washed her hands then walked over to her files and started looking over cases.

“That’s it? You don’t want to cuddle? Don’t women usually like to cuddle?” He asked as he got up to see what she was doing. He saw evidence photos of dead bodies.

“Whoa! That’s some gruesome shit! You a cop?” He asked.

“Yes, I’m a detective. You can stay the night if you want, just keep quiet and be gone in the morning.” She said.

“Wow, you are some kind of fucked up lady. It’s okay though, we both got what we wanted. I’m gonna leave, can I call you again?” He asked.

“No.” she replied.

“Fair enough, see ya.” He said as he put on his clothes and walked out the door.

Looking over the files at her desk in only her pantyhose and a tank top she heard the man walk back in.

“You forget your phone or something?” She asked.

Suddenly Rebecca felt the cold steel of a gun barrel against her temple.

“Naw bitch, I just gots ta finish a mission…” The familiar and ominous voice said.

“Tyrone…..” Rebecca said as her eyes opened wide in surprise.

TO BE CONTINUED