Greg asked, "Do you see what I'm getting at?"

Lana knew where Greg was heading as soon as he used the phrase [i]super powers[/i].

She cocked her head and said with a disapproving tone, "You want me to [i]battle crime...![/i]  Like some sort of--"

Lana couldn't even bring herself to say the words.  She drew a deep breath, then released it slowly before finishing, "Some sort of [i]super[/i] hero."

She could see in Greg's eyes that she had in fact interpreted his offer correctly.  "You can't be serious?"

But it was obvious that he was.  Lana stood and turned away from the Special Agent, pacing about the dark room as she continued, "What, and.  Are you going to expect me to wear some kind of super hero costume?  Maybe something tiny and sexy that emphasizing my tits and ass, like all those fucking super chicks in the comic books?  [i]Really?[/i]"

She laughed in dismay at the possibility.  She listened to what he had to say in response, then took a moment to contemplate the implications.  What choices did she have?  She could go to jail.  She could disappear, literally, escaping Capital City forever.  Or she could hide out down here in the Underground.

She turned to face Greg.  Or.  Or she could become a super hero crime fighter.

Lana donned a devilish smirk as she crossed to stand close to Greg.  She asked, "What do I get out of this.  I mean, other than you not taking me to jail?"