New York, 1950.

Being New York's first ever vigilante, I've fought more goons in the last couple of months than I ever did during my time in the Second World War. It isn't easy... on most days, I hate it. And if the cuts and the bruises weren't bad enough--the Mayor has it out for me. Him and his police officials patrol the streets day and night.

Luckily, I don't need to use the streets. See, the Rooftops are the footpaths of the industrious.

I'm not worried about the coppers. Nor am I worried about some chrome-domed geezer calling himself mayor. I know that I'm doing good. I've the thanks of lone mothers and the rings of their lipstick 'round my cock as proof.
But what does worry me are the copy-cat. Heroes and villains both. I've seen one of them--a dame, through and through. Dressed in leather and with a penchant for violence; bits of her hair flowing with the length of her dark cape.

Same color hair as my daughter...

Having stumbled across this unknown woman attempting to break into the Manhattan Museum of Arts, I chase her across the rooftops. Her lithe and muscular legs like pistons as she outruns me. But I'm not without tricks, am I?
I unsheathe a sword from my back--and with a flourish of smoke and heat, the blade thins and lengthens to transform into a whip. I let fly the leathery-length to wrap it about the woman's legs; yanking to send her crashing onto the ground.

I stalk toward her, her figured dwarfed as I loomed large and muscular.

Crack!

A gunshot rings out across the street. I look up to see the police; their spotlights blinding.

"Hold it right there!" they shout. "You are under arrest!"

You are? I wonder. What about the girl... I look down to see her gone. Fuck...

I leap from the rooftop to send the whip catching atop a lamp-post; I swing above a blur of cars and terrified people.

The next morning, I'm awakened by my loving, beautiful daughter. Breakfast in bed and everything! God, I sure am glad I don't have to worry about her going down the path of this violent criminal.

Right?

Hi! So this prompt is rather incest-heavy. You'll play the daughter of my World War 2 veteran turned Superhero; Jack Flynn uses stolen relics from his past as a treasure hunter to aid in his battle against the criminals of New York! Unbeknownst to him--however--his own daughter now stands to become the city's first villain/anti-hero. I want to create a dynamic similar to that of Spider-man and Black Cat or Batman and Catwoman; flirtatious and fun. It will eventually lead to them fuckin' in their superhero outfits before finding out who the other's identity is. What becomes of them after that? If you're into cheating, we could give Jack Flynn a loving wife, as well.

What are your reasons for becoming a thief? Will you corrupt your father, or will he turn you towards the light? What other heroes and villains will emerge in this superpowered 1950s America? I've love to worldbuild and play this all out with you!

I'm rather limitless but I do enjoy size-difference, dubcon, muscle worship, rough fucking, sloppy head, ruined makeup, incest, cheating, latex, sub/dom switching, lots of cum and more!

Limits are scat, watersports, vomit and futa.

Chat or PM--both work!