The Fall

CHAPTER ONE: JET POWERED


JET grinned delightedly as she watched from above while Robin cautiously scanned the room. Her long black hair glistened in the overhead lighting and her face shone with anticipation. She was clad all in Lycra with tight shorts cut high over her thighs and a clinging top. The outfit accentuated her toned body - honed to perfection during four years of incarceration.
The Boy Wonder's head shifted from side to side while he looked for the slightest sign of danger and then he finally knelt down to examine the writing carved into the floor.
'Revenge is sweet' it said in large letters etched into the concrete.
He rose slowly to his feet and looked around again. If he'd turned his gaze upwards he might have seen Jet swing herself from the balcony her hands grasping the lowest bar of the railing as she sailed through the air with athletic grace.
As it was he was taken completely by surprise as her long powerful legs wrapped around his neck and she locked her feet in front of him. She gripped the railing tightly while her thighs pressed hard into the Boy Wonder's throat starting to crush the air from his windpipe.
Robin let out a grunt as his hands instinctively grasped her legs and tried to prise them away from him.
Jet laughed contemptuously.
"Pathetic Robin," she mocked as her grip tightened.
She ground her thighs backwards and forwards making the young crimefighter's head twist from one side to the other as though he were nothing more than a rag doll.
"Suffer my little toy," she sneered as she kept up the punishment.
Robin's head was beginning to swim through lack of oxygen and he could feel his legs started to crumble under him. Slowly his hands fell from his assailant's legs and his body sagged.
Jet kept up the hold for another 30 seconds watching her victim's capitulation with relish. Then she let go and he slumped to the floor on all fours panting for breath. Jet agilely leapt down herself placing her legs either side of her stricken prey.
"Oh dear Robin," she sneered. "You are in a state. And I've hardly started on you yet."
Jet tossed her hair back and clasped her hands together in front of her before raising them over her head and bringing them crashing down on his skull.
She breathed in exultantly as his body slammed onto the concrete with his legs twitching. Jet stepped over him and placed a well-aimed kick into his side making Robin roll over with his arms splayed out above him.
Arrogantly she positioned herself above him and then settled on her victim pinning his arms underneath her shins. She grabbed hold of his chin with one hand and pushed his head back so he was staring straight into her taunting face through his half-closed eyes.
"I enjoyed that Robin," she said matter-of-factly. "But there'll be a lot more to enjoy soon."
Jet let go of him and pulled her right arm back with her hand clenched tightly in a fist. She held it there for a second making sure he knew what was about to happen and the slammed it into his chin.
Robin's head snapped to the side and his eyes closed as thin trickle of blood issued from his mouth.
Jet sat quietly for a few seconds admiring her handiwork.
"One down," she grinned with satisfaction.