“Awwww, I knew you’d come around eventually, arrow boy,” Cheshire purred seductively, as you worked to unlock the door. Finally, you heard the familiar click, unlocking the door, symbolically releasing one of the world’s most dangerous assassins while unlocking your own perverse fantasies from the realm of fantasy, into the confines of reality.
Grinning cleverly, Cheshire sauntered out of her cell as you swung the door open, her hips swaying.
“Nice work Speedy. You managed to save me a lot of time there. For a second, I thought you were having second thoughts,” she smirked,
“You have no idea how much trouble I’ll get in for this,” you groaned, crossing your arms, still ashamed of what you’ve done.
She turned next to you, affectionately rubbing your chest with her hands, as she gazed into your narrowed eyes.
“Only if we get caught,” she smiled.
“Every instinct in my body is telling you me to beat the crap out of you and throw you back in the cell before I do something I’ll regret,” you grimaced.
“Well, what do the other parts of your body want?” she purred, briefly glancing down at your groin area, before glaring back at you, her eyes gleaming mischievously.
“To worship your feet,” you suddenly uttered, the words escaping your mouth before you could even think about it.
Your face now florid in embarrassment, you stuttered to come up with another sentence, but Cheshire merely grinned appreciatively.
“Is that really what you want dear?” she purred, lifting her leg all the way up to your face as if she was going to kick you. But instead, she rested her ankle on your neck, arching her foot right next to you. As her toes tickled your cheek, you couldn’t help but feel a bulge in your pants, as you gazed admiringly at her bare foot.
“More than anything in the world,” you breathed, your excitement palpable.
“There’ll be a time for that, Red. But now, we need to move, and move fast before-” she started to say, before the front doors in the room flew open, unleashing the repercussions to your actions in the form of two unsuspecting police officers.
“The cops show,” she groaned, finishing her sentence.
“I don’t know how you got out, but I know how you’re going back in. What did you do to…...Arrow?” the guard started to yell, his voice faltering at the end when he saw you up close and personal with Cheshire.
Before you could even react, Cheshire violently shoved you against the cell wall, twirling around as the officers trained their pistols on her.
“Don’t mo-!” the second guard started to say, his first mistake. Years of experience taught you to never hesitate with Cheshire, a lesson that those two would pay, in spades.
Leaping into the air with hesitation, Cheshire first lunged at the first guard.
With ease, she maneuvered her body in mid-air into a flying heel kick, her bare foot aimed directly at the guard’s face. Before he could even switch off the safety, she sent him flying into the wall, her foot smashing into his face without remorse. His body crumbling to the floor, she instinctively twirled around to the other guard, who was still in shock of what just occurred.
Smirking, she twirled around, disarming him of his weapon with a well-placed spinning heel kick to his wrists. His pistol now clattering to the floor, the guard became victim to a follow-up thrust kick to the chest, launching him into the wall. With a wince, he crumpled to the floor like paper.
You watched all this occur in complete bewilderment, your eyes just focusing on her bare feet as she defeated the two officers, the limbs so deadly yet so graceful in execution.
She turned back towards you, a hand on her hips, as she studied your widened eyes and amazed expression. Finally, she burst out into a seductive smirk as she deduced what you were staring at.
“Enjoy the show?” she taunted.
“I could’ve taken them,” you stammered, as you stood up.
“Then why’d you hesitate?” she pointed out.
“I hope you know what you’re doing,” you murmured, as you walked over to the officers, checking their pulse.
“I always do. We don’t have time to wet nurse them Arrow. The rest of the cops here heard the commotion, we best make ourselves scarce,” she said, checking the hallway to make sure the coast was clear
“What about your boots?” you said, gesturing to her discarded boots still in the cell.
“Forget them. Besides, I think you like me better this way,” she teased, shooting you a quick smile before disappearing around the corner.
Smirking, you followed, notching an arrow on your bow in the process. You followed as she sprinted down the hallway, disposing of any unlucky officers with a kick to the face in the process. You merely followed in her wake, staring apologetically at the unconscious guards around you.
Following the assassin, you couldn’t help but dart your eyes at her feet occasionally as they danced across the floor ever so delicately.
As she neared around a corner, she suddenly stopped, holding up her hand as a signal. You stopped as well, as she crouched against the wall, thoughts crossing through her face.
“What’s up?” you whispered.
She held a finger up to her lips, encouraging you to hush as she listened in on the conversation.
“Let me guess, she got out again,” came a male voice.
“Worse than that. Security’s saying that Red Arrow might be helping her escape,” came another voice.
“You serious? What’s he doing with her?”
“No idea. That’s why we’re stationed here until backup arrives. Nobody gets in, nobody gets out!”
She cautiously peered around the corner, her eyes quickly darting from left to right before she glared at you.
“There’s five cops in front of us, four of them were sporting some hardware. I spotted some assault rifles. It’ll be hard for me to get across without my ‘things’, even harder with you following me like a lovesick puppy,” she sighed.
“I have an idea,” you suddenly whispered, a smile crossing your face.
Moments later, you emerged from the corner, with Cheshire in front of you, her wrists restrained behind her. Oblivious to them, her arms weren't really bound by any material, you just created their illusion by keeping them tied together. She struggled weakly, as you approached the guards, waving your hand in order to garner their attention.
The guards instinctively trained their rifles on both of you, their fingers nervously nearing the trigger.
“That’s close enough!” one of them said.
“Hold it Arrow!” an officer ordered.
You respectfully stopped, raising one hand in surrender, as they surrounded you, their weapons still trained on both of you.
“At ease boys. It’s all over. Cheshire tried to escape, nearly knocked me out in the process. I managed to take her down just around the corner, so I decided to bring her up to clear any….misunderstandings,” you explained, twisting her arm painfully for emphasis.
“How do we know you're not lying?” he demanded, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.
“I've got the marks to prove it,” you answered cleverly, gesturing to an open cut on your forehead.
Reluctantly, they lowered their weapons, assured that you weren't in cahoots with her, their first and final mistake.
“You know, you really should be better at your jobs!” you suddenly grinned, releasing her arms.
“This is gonna be fun!” she laughed, as she lunged at them, her arms outstretched.
The last police officer fell down hard, only adding to the body count that had already materialized in the room, all 5 of the guards laying face down on the floor, either victim to Cheshire’s merciless kicks or your nonlethal arrows.
“Well, that was fun!” Cheshire smirked, prodding one unconscious officer in the sides with her toes.
“Lets go,” you said grimly, still reeling from having to incapacitate innocent people just for personal gain.
“Hold it right there!” came a female voice behind you, catching you by surprise.
“Move, and I’ll put one right between the eyes. Now turn around slowly!” she ordered again, the voice surprisingly familiar.
You locked eyes with Cheshire, who nodded, a sinister smirk on her face.
Turning around slightly, you came face to face with the last person you would’ve expected.
Artemis.
The teenaged protege had a single arrow notched in her bow, switching between aiming it at you and Cheshire.
“Don’t move, or I’ll put one right between the eyes!” she threatened.
“Why don’t you put the bow down little girl, before you put your eye out!” Cheshire taunted, earning a stern glare from Artemis, who aimed the arrow at her head, before turning towards you, to your utter regret.
“Ah no,” you murmured remorsefully.
“Arrow?” she breathed out, breaking her stoic composure in sheer shock of this revelation. She almost dropped her bow, but caught herself, only lowering it.
"Listen kid, its not what it looks like," you tried to explain.
"You're working for...her?" she stuttered, trying to grasp what was happening.
Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Cheshire slowly creeping up to her from behind.
"Look, you've got to listen to me," you pleaded, watching with one eye as Cheshire raised one hand.
"What are you doing...with her?" she demanded angrily, as Cheshire waited for your cue.
Tears started to form in her eyes, only adding to the harshness of what you had to do.
Finally, you sighed, unable to do the deed yourself.
"I"m sorry kid."
Before she could reply, Cheshire brought her fist down on the back of her head, knocking her out in one fluid blow. Artemis crumpled to the floor, her bow scattering to the floor.
"It was for the best," she shrugged apologetically.
Still, you knelt down next to her, checking her pulse.
"Come on, we don't have time for this!" Cheshire insisted, grabbing your shoulder.
"I know a safe house in this area. We need to hurry!" she instructed, running down the stairs that led to the nearest exit.
After casting a glance to the fallen hero, you sighed and followed.
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