something i threw together between comissions over the last few months. thought it would be fun to write a superheroine catfight. hope to do more some time, and open to suggestions and criticism

?And what exactly is the problem now, Powers??
Lana Powers fidgeted awkwardly under the gaze of her gym coach. She was a stereotype in and of herself, a highschooler with messy, dark brown hair that got in her face. Her bangs were only kept at bay from poking herself in the eyes by the black-rimmed glasses she wore, and her skin was a shade that suggested she had some unknown, darker minority lurking several generations in her past. She wore jeans and old sneakers, and a baggy red hoodie she kept on constantly these past few months.
?I just? don?t need to take off my hoodie, that?s all,? she muttered meekly in reply, shuffling her sneakers on the gym floor as the other girls watched in amusement. Everyone else wore the standard gym uniform, shorts and jersey-like tops or tees, making her stand out all the more.
?Nobody else seems to have a problem with the uniform, Powers. What exactly makes you so very special?? the coach persisted.
?Well,? Lana said with a perky tilt of her head. ?I had a weird run in with my science teacher a few months ago. See, we were messing around with his research project, which I THOUGHT was just in developing new ideas for an electric car or something, but found out way later it was for weaponizing some energy source he?d invented. He sprung the idea of testing it on me, but you know, not in the bad way where he just shoots me with it, but stuck these gloves on me? no, gauntlets, I guess. But yea, he sticks em on and they strap onto me, giving me superhuman powers like punching shit, only they don?t really come off. So it was ok to wear this through health class, but if it?s ok with you, teach, I?d rather leave my super identity a secret, okay??


Then she stopped daydreaming. ?I um? I have a weird birth mark there?? she mumbled to her teacher, avoiding eye contact. Powers or not, she was a pretty crappy liar. It was her status as already being a freak at school that kept this from sticking out too badly. She was unpopular, didn?t like wearing popular or trashy clothes (they were usually one and the same), and kept to herself. She wasn?t even one of the science geeks, just above average intelligence and needed the extra credit from her science professor. If she were smarter, maybe she could help him figure out how to get the power gauntlets off, or come up with a better way to hide them.
?And I?m not special or anything, it?s just?. I don?t think that it?s important that everyone dress up for gym, is all.?
The gym coach kept up her sour expression and looked ready to give her a final warning to when a booming came from the distance outside, and the ground rumbled beneath their feet, a minor earthquake that caused everyone to have to reclaim their footing. ?What in the red white and blue hell?? grumbled the coach before there was a loud crash, the wall of the far side of the gym suddenly gaining a large hole in it as a tall figure barged through it.
The woman lifted her head and shook her body like a dog, shedding the leftover dust and rubble that clung to her largely bared body. She stood comfortably over six and a half feet tall, a no part of her even allowing the thought that she showed any sign of weakness. Sharp green eyes, a firm jawline, black hair straight (if not a bit dirty) just above her shoulders, broad shoulders, a full and outthrust chest, hard flat abs, thick sturdy legs, a skimpy black outfit that showed off a farmer?s tan. Nothing on earth would whole-heartedly want to fuck with this woman. There would, of course, be those who would want to just plain fuck her, but the handful who could survive it would be lured in by the cleavage- baring, thigh-hugging black leather outfit that seemed so popular with heroines and villainesses alike.
The woman grinned, her face marked with a small, seemingly useless streak of chamoflauge on each cheek, and a headband wrapped around her forehead, another around the bulging bicep of the arm that held the large duffel back. People gaped on, most unnoticing of the bag itself being partly open, a large wads of bills inside.
?SO sorry, little ladies,? she chimed casually. ?You know how police can get. They?re squishy and fragile and all, but annoying enough that you might as well avoid em, and this was the only shortcut to the ol? base I knew about. I?m sure you understand.?

?Fucking Megaton,? Lara hissed under her breath in the locker room, slipping away while everyone else was distracted. She ditched her hoodie and went to work with the supplies from her backpack. ?She has a figure that can pull off that kind of slut suit. And a body that doesn?t have a way too identifiable scar from falling off her tricycle as a kid??
Lara threw on her makeshift hero disguise. She decided early on a traditional superhero outfit wouldn?t be very practical to drag around, so she?d made do with using her own unpopularity to her advantage. She?d swiped a spare cheerleader outfit some time ago and tailored it a bit to be less recognizable. She slid on the red and blue low-cut top and short skirt, a pair of thick boots (practical ones, not those hooker boots), and tied up her hair behind her in a cute set of ponytail. She put a bit of pink lipstick over her full lips and a very brief, quick application of makeup. She adjusted her top to make sure the push-up bra was in place, and that the diamond shaped hole was perfectly placed to expose as much of her breasts (namely cleavage and sideboob) as seemed casually legal.
And there! She was disguised! American Idol was her tentative name in the news, but it wasn?t something she was in love with. Just couldn?t come up with anything better. But her alter ego was working wonderfully. Nobody noticed the dorky girl in the hoody, so the slutted up cheerleader with the eye-drawing rack would be her polar opposite, like in those teen movies where the nerd gets a makeover. Then she has to infiltrate a frat and learns about herself or something. She didn?t watch a lot of those? but either way, if the disguise didn?t get them to avoid putting two and two together, the ?over here!? tits window would keep them from studying her face too closely.

But Megaton... she was big leagues. Lara had beaten up plenty of thugs and muggers, and she knew there were mutants and wizards and aliens out there with actual powers. She even tangled with a few of them, but tried to keep her crime fighting fairly mundane leveled. Megaton was a majorly powerful bitch, apparently a former military trainee who had been hit with some experimental bomb. The radiation or whatever was involved gave her exponential growth in her strength and size (everywhere, it seemed, based on her DDD cup rack), but had also done odd things with her hormones and brain waves. In short, she was a normal, very strong woman, but now and then her mind and body would shift into a semi-primal state of rage, greed and ferocity, a vicious alpha female who raged and did whatever she wanted until some hero or massive military force put her down.

"And lucky me, I get to play 'massive military force' today..." She sighed. If she did come out on top, it would be good for her popularity. It might also bring down a new arch enemy, as these things tend to do, but... she couldn't just ignore it.
Megaton held a pair of screaming girls up by the hair, grinning proudly to them. "Well, not a total loss. I did pick up a pair of sexy little hostages in the process."
BOINK!
Megaton barely registered the feeling, pausing before looking at her feet. A dodgeball. She turned and looked up the bleachers, where small-time hero the American Idol stood, tossing another dodgeball up and down in her hand.
"Sorry, tons of fun. That means you're out," Powers said proud and loud (another reason she wasn't recognizable). "So why not sit on the sidelines until the police comes to take you home?"
Megaton laughed at her, dropping one of the girls and cracking her knuckles with one hand. "Oh, you should have killed me with that free shot, not made a fucking pun." She reared back her hand and whipped the remaining blond hostage at AI, flying screaming through the air.
"It wasn't so much a pun as a rhetorik, I guess OHFUCKINGHELL!" Powers panicked and threw up her gauntleted mitts, grabbing annoying gossip bitch Becky Winters out of the air. She looked dizzy when Powers set her back down, maybe short an inch or so of hair, but alright.
"Oh wow... you just saved me..." Becky muttered, looking in surprise at AI... and was she blushing.
"Lez out later, promise," AI insisted with a frown, turning back just as Megaton was barreling up the bleaches, smashing each seat beneath her feet as she went.
"Ok, big guns time is now!" Powers thought, he gauntlets glowing a bright green within its various tubing and fortified glass. She clenched her fists and clapped her arms together, giving off a violent subatomic shockwave that blasted out as a green laser beam into Megaton, hurling her back across the entire gym and through the wall.

"Oh please, let this be a short anti-climax," American Idol whispered under her breath as the rubble fell over the hole in the wall. Her bracers blinked their green light, indicating it would be able to uphold the thin barriers that would provide her super strength and protection, but her trump card (the power beams) would be out of the game for a while until its mini-generators repopulated it with quasi-matter... or something. Again, she didn't actually make them...

"I'm gonna hang your naked ass up a flagpole for that!!!" raged the voice on the other side of the wall.
"Nope, that's not melodramatic enough," Powers sighed, hopping down from the bleachers in one go. She had to distance herself from the crowd of other teens before they got hurt or started asking questions. She hopped out of the hole in the wall, looking around for the propelled villain... and finding nothing.
Megaton had leapt up to the roof, now hurling herself and swinging a beachball-sized hunk of concrete at the heroine's head. The improvised weapon shattered into debris against American Idol's head, knocking the teenager to the pavement with a loud grunt, which was in turn drowned out by the smashing stone. The barriers made by the gauntlets saved her from dying on the spot, but still stung as it acted more like a genuine suit of armor than invincibility. A blow to the helmet won?t crack your skull open, but it will still leave your head rattling around plenty.
She was downed and groaning, holding her head when Megaton stooped down, grabbing her by the hair Powers cried out in pain, lifted clean off her feet by the powerhouse villainess as she shook her, body flopping like a rag doll as she tried to hold her scalp to reduce the pain.
?No more laser suckerpunches out of you, super tart? she growled, winding up and hurling Powers several blocks through the air. By the time she opened her eyes felt the wind in her hair and was sailing over the rooftops, and shortly thereafter she felt herself landing roughly on a rooftop to a skyscraper and bouncing a few times before stopping, wind knocked out of her and her ribs and scalp sore, but long run? probably ok.