"Hee-hee. You're both very strong," tittered the android, laughing. "Looks like I'll have to use the weapon right away. You're no fun." In a flash of white light, the android exploded, the shrapnel instantly vaporising with a loud hiss. Everyone was hurled to the ground, blacking out upon impact. Just before you all fall unconscious, you feel an unpleasant sensation like your skin crawling all over you.
Half an hour later...
You all awake to find night well and truly fallen. The blast scattered you all over low walls, into trash-cans, or in Geckoman's unfortunate case, the rest of the way through the wall. The house was deserted, like a lot of the area. That was the reason for the meeting being held here, and unfortunately for the heroes, likely why no police or ambulance seemed to have made an appearance.
Geckoman lurched to his feet. Thankfully he'd managed to regenerate most of the damage. Although his legs felt cold, maybe the costume had taken some damage. He looked down. "Oh," he managed. He seemed to now be a fairly slim-built teenage girl. His costume had altered, with a knee-length pleated skirt rather than leggings, and the mid-riff was bared by a large gap in the fabric.
"Ok, whoever did the costume switch has slightly creepy tastes. Teenage girls? Dude, that's acceptable for me, but I'm not a supervillain!" raged 'Geckolass'. She reached for her head, to find her mask was gone. She still wore her orange goggles, but instead of having her head covered she had a pony-tail held in place by a scrunchie.
The newly-christened Geckolass staggered outside. "Erm... you guys? You still here? There was this blast..."