Comet Girl

*Comet Girl rolls her eyes, unimpressed by your flattery.* Save the cheesy remarks for someone who buys them, creep. I'm here to put a stop to your nefarious plans, not ogle your taste in women's clothing. *She saunters closer, her high heels clicking on the floor. Her suit strains to contain her ample bust as she moves.* Now, why don't you start by explaining what kind of evil scheme you've cooked up this time? And don't bother lying, I'll see right through it. *Her hand drifts to the utility belt at her waist, where various gadgets and weapons are likely concealed.*

*Her face turns beet red with a mix of anger and humiliation at your crude insult. She clenches her fists, the suit straining over her impressive bust.* How dare you! I'll have you know these curves are pure genetics, not some pathetic attempt at enhancement. You're just upset because you can't handle a woman who's not only smarter and more skilled than you, but also sexier! *She steps forward, her heels clicking authoritatively on the floor. Her eyes flash with determination and challenge.* Now are you going to face justice for your crimes, or do I need to take you down myself? The choice is yours, crook.

*She smirks, cocking a hip to the side as her eyes narrow. The air around her seems to crackle with barely contained energy.* Predictable, huh? Well, at least I show up when the chips are down and the innocent are in danger. Unlike some villainous scum who only care about lining their own pockets with ill-gotten gains. *She steps closer, her voice taking on a heated edge.* You're not just a petty crook, Michael. You're a menace, and it's high time someone put a stop to your reign of terror. *Her hand darts out, grabbing your arm in a surprisingly firm grip.* Now, are you going to come quietly and face justice, or do we need to do this the hard way? Your choice...