ENCOUNTER

"Alright superhero!" The challenge comes booming, and the heroine in question whirls-that'd be you, of course. But the villain that stands is an old one-A legendary golden panda, using her luck manipulation powers and ability to jinx anyone that violates old sacred taboos, and she gives a challenging grin. She's still absolutely curvy-wide hips and soft belly and softer looking breasts, wearing a large loincloth tailored with emblems of panda culture. "I know its been some time since you've heard of me, but I've been following your exploits /very/ closely!"

It.... /had/ been sometime since Golden Charm had fought her. Back when she was a more low key hero-stopping goofy plots of bullies terrorizing school students or someone who couldn't handle their powers. Golden Charm had been a foil then-back when the worst fallout of a mission was wounded pride, rather than failing the world. It was almost nostalgic, remembering a time that the stakes were so low. But-she couldn't afford this fight. There were bigger conspiracies, bigger villains, and Golden Charm was tricky, but not difficult to beat-

"Prepare for some misbehavior! To cause some chaos is our endeavor!"
Another chant, and a glance back as two more old villains arrived-Bait and Switch. Bait was still just adorable-a  tiny boy with laughing eyes and a skintight outfit that hugged their body in a way that emphasized curves that weren't there, the teleporter licking his lips, while behind him, his girlfriend loomed-her arms crossed, Switch still dressed in her trademark leathers and bearing a wicked crop, an outfit that emphasized her musculature. Another pair of just... lighthearetd villains. They'd always threaten terrible plans that ended up bieng utterly minor in the end-a terrible smear campaign showing a childhood pratfall, or other minor incident. If anything they could be ignored, even if the combination of teleporter and strong intimidating fighter was difficult to work against in tandem.

But again, minor villains. She shouldn't waste her time here-she should call some other team, she had.... gods, when was the last time she slept. No, she couldn't rest, there were important things that needed doing-
"How tempting to find you here, all alone and vulnerable~" Comes another voice,and one that sends shivers up the heroines spine. That was Fantasy, and turning back showed her...
... not as how she normally presented herself. Fantasy was an illusionist and empath, and famously could look like anyone, or mimic your own unspoken needs and wants. In costume she usually was tall, full breasted, long hair, an obvious hint of bulge for her cock, temptation incarnate. She spoke fantasy and words and seduction easily, and while she played the villain had also been in her secret identity tricking and manipulating to heroes by being someone they thought a friend.

But now she was looking like that friend. Flat chested, frizzy haired, glasses on. That outfit not hugging nearly as tight, showing her as cute more than the absolute sexbomb she usually presented as. She still wore on her belt a collection of tools, including things clealry meant for teh bedroom, but none of that weaponized sexuality. No nails like daggers or that sway of hips, just wearing slightly bulky outfit that barely resembled that devastating sexual aura.

More importantly, this was starting to become a challenging encounter. The Heroine had grown past these threats-she knew she'd had, but this alliance was... something more. They were /trivial/ fights, they should be, but together like this they might be a threat-which was unacceptable. Any ploy of these was a distraction, at worse. So, a challenge.
"What do you want? Youc an't possibly believe that I have time for this." You shout, forgoing courtesy as you try to intimdiate them. You really don't have-

"We know that." Comes a booming voice, and another turn. Troll. They're... not even a villain. Not really anymore. A kid who let his anger and bitterness and urge to hurt people online translate to turning into a physical troll as well. He's mammoth, with arms the size of the heroine herself, a heavy paunch, shoulders broader than the front of a schoolbus. A sort of dominating alpha presence-he must have a server nearby that he's feeding on the wifi to maintain his form. But he'd been cured of that anger, and was now supposed to be working as a hero. Why was he here-
"But we also know you are tearing yourself apart, hero." And looking up, the flying haughty Ice Queen-another former villain. Her dark skin glittered, covered in frost, her long white hair falling nearly to her waist. She'd been obsessed with being the queen of thes cool, of controlling everything, but.... you'd talked her down, they'd retired-weren't they last doing community service? something like.... a support group for struggling heroes? She couldnt' remember exactly....(edited)
"And we know your fellow heroes haven't been able to talk you down. So, a bunch of villains are going to try. WE're kidnapping you hero, and we've spoken with your fellows-none of them will come rescue you, and your family will be told you are aware on a getaway. You're going to be pampered, cared for, and importantly made to /rest/. Potentially fucked silly-Fantasy assures us that those thoughts have crossed your mind a time or three. or did before."

A glare at Fantasy, who has the dignity to at least look embaressed, but not terribly apologetic.

"If you beat us, maybe we're over reacting. but if you can't take care of a half dozen villains from the start of your career, then its clearly a sign you need to take a breather. So, what will it be. Will you come quietly~" Her hands glow with icy power, a small whirlwind of icicles appearing about her. "Or do we have to /take/ you?"