A week goes by of patrolling Metropolis. In between gang busting and kicking muggers in the face Jake did his best to find out at least a little about Footgirl's plan. But the regular sources are bringing up nothing, nobody told him anything, no matter how many noses he broke. None of the crimes reported had Footgirl's usual motif, and to his disappointment Jake didn't come across any of her sweaty footprints. On the seventh night, Birdboy stood tall at the highest building. He was getting anxious. "Where could she be?" Jake whispers to himself. The answer came in the form of a butterfly kick to the face.
Jake was knocked onto his back and went sliding to the edge. Before he could jump up a boot pounded on his chest and kept him from moving. Footgirl was towering over him. "Aww..." she crooned "you missed me!" "Get off of me!" Jake roars "I don't know what you're doing bu-mmmph!" Footgirl cut him off by stepping on his mouth. She took a moment to enjoy the feeling of having Birdboy as a squishy carpet. "You'll know all about my plan, I promise" Sitting down on his stomach, Footgirl yanks off a boot. Birdboy is really sweating now, the stink must be so much worse now it's had a week to ferment. But Footgirl did something unexpected, she dismount him and just sits next to Jake. "Why don't you sit up and put your face in here?" Jake sat up and threw a punch, Footgirl caught it and pulled Jake closer to the boot. He spluttered, the boot was a foot away from his nose but the stink was pressing itself into his face ,he wrestled free. Footgirl stared at him, she found his reaction fascinating. "What are you doing?" Jake spat "Why would you give me a choice?" Footgirl chuckled and explained "I realized that you couldn't be blackmailed into being my slave, so I spent my time figuring out your identity, Jake." You freeze with fear. Footgirl flips her phone out and shows Jake a photo. To his surprise, it was a picture of Birdboy bent over, sniffing the footprint from a week ago with a soft smile. Jake mutters curses to himself for being so stupid. Footgirl can't get enough of this "You're blushing! Don't be ashamed, it's who you are, and I'm just helping you accept that."
Jake finally righted himself and charges in anger. "You did this!" The anger has made him predictable and Footgirl effortlessly bundles him into a headlock and forces the boot over his hapless nose.He shakes and flaps in reaction to the unmatched stink, but doesn't make too hard an effort to escape. "You're welcome! Once I knew your identity, it was easy to infiltrate your life, everyday I would drug your food with something to you make appreciate feet a little more. And now you're beginning to find your true passion. Let's go home slave." Jake is taken aback completely, in his confused mindset he decided to...
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