The Countess scoffed following the sarcastic comment from Super Stripper. How little the scantily clad woman knew. The Countess, or rather the woman under the suit, was a total good Samaritan. Valerie Cartier was on the cover of business magazines, had been on television, and all because her name was on a rather tall building in the city. A building that ran a national corporation. It started as a start up. When Valerie took over from her parents, it had blossomed into an institution, and with Valerie's guidance, it had grown into a household name. The Cartier family had a media empire. They bought out smaller cable networks and periodicals and over time turned them into profitable ventures. The cartoons that families watched with their kids? The channel they were broadcast on was owned by Cartier. The gossip rags? Cartier. Cartier was a premier name in media, which was ironic considering that the C.E.O. absolutely hated the media and their vulture-like coverage of every little event. 

But mainly, The Countess was scoffing towards the comment because Valerie Cartier always made charitable donations to the hospital where her father died. They named a wing after her family, even, Was it irony that a well-off media mogul was secretly living a life of crime, or was it simply because her intellect was put to better use devoted to evil deed than it was having another shareholder's meeting or deciding which cartoon to push toy sales of. 

Regardless, that was neither here nor there and The Countess didn't so much as respond to the heroine's remark. Taking the bait and talking was how lesser villains lost. Never talk. Shoot first. Then talk. Talking was what the hero was doing, some remark about coffee - what a foul beverage that was. The Countess yanked the door, stopping its spinning. Another projectile was headed her way. The Countess slammed her hand downward, the door hitting the ground and piercing the concrete, standing upright, jammed into the ground, creating a shield from the projectile. 

Not wanting to stay behind the shield, The Countess thrust her right arm outwards. The engine on her back spun into a silver color and a silver beam shot from her palm, attaching to the roof of the bank. The Countess shot upwards, following the trajectory of the silver beam. Before landing on the roof, the villain broke the beam, her engine spinning into a red color now. She brought her hands together, clapping, sending an aural shockwave downwards. The watching public covered their ears, the noise sounding like a high pitched shrieking, almost like a banshee, the intent of the attack to determine location.