A crowbar hit my ribs, cracking a few along the way. I had no idea the person I was currently fighting.I think he was trying to mug someone. I don't know, it hard to remember those kind of things under pressure. Blood spattered everywhere. My vision was blurred as some got in my was a mess, but I was winning.

For every two blow he manage to deal to me,I gave one back. Only thing was I healed, he couldn't. The next time he batted the crowbar, I manage to get a hold of it.I ripped it from his grip, a sadistic smile crossed lips and I manage to smash his face in, teeth making there way across the cold pavement. While I wasn't sure whether or not he was quite unconscious yet, he certainly wasn't going to move.

I checked his bag, found a bottle of whisky, 43 cents, a used napkin, and a ticket stub. I pick up the bottle and was about to pocket it when suddenly, a wild bird boy appeared.

"I hope your not planing to keep that" he joked after dropped out of the fire escape with more grace than was reasonable for a person to have.

"Just hoping it will help me avoid my problems" I laughed to hide how much truth there was, alway hide things in plain site.

"Really,I hope you don't mind handing it over" he smirk as he held out his hand.

"Sure, more adicts make me feel better." she pass it over trying to hide how much she mind handing it over. "Oh hey can I get a picture for instagram?"

"You have an instagram account?" he asked.

"Yeah it's link to my twitter, smile" she pulled him into the frame of her phone's camera, gave him bunny ear, and snapped a picture of him looking confused.

"Wait, don't post that!"he tried to grab the phone only to be stop when he was shown the screen.

"Too late, already posted." she said as he read the post.

"Batman is going to kill me." robin fell to his knees in much the same way someone would if they were actually going to be murdered.

"Oh well not my problem!" she yelled as she ran away and left him to his fate.

I climbed into the window of my bedroom and resisted the urge to fall down on the floor and stay there. Things they don't tell you about crime fighting: after you do it everything just kind of hurts. Still,I had to hid the evidence of my night out. This included taking of the costume, (consisting of a bra, the shortest short mankind has ever created with a slightly longer skirt over it, and a pair of combat boots all coated in blood, most of it mine.), hiding anything to do with being a superhero, and clean up any blood. I shoved everything under my bed and considered it done. Note to self; think up better hiding spot for future.

I was glad that my mom was still out. Her being here meant that I had to be a lot quieter. Basically when ever she was in the house I was not allowed to exist. I thought about going to get something to eat before decided to just pass out on my bed instead. Something caught my eye before I could.

I noticed birdboy left a chip on my costume, I plugged it into my computer and realize I had a problem.

Normally problems tended to end of in prison. For some odd reason that had nothing to do with me, drug dealers that I own money tend to end up there. Jerks that tried to steal from me will have fun with two to four years of jail time. However, for possible the first time in my life, I have a problem with a law abiding citizen. I can't even frame him for something because of the secret identity bullshit.

I had be ask to join a team of do they want me? Apparently they think I am a superhero. Granted I like the term more than vigilante because it implies I am a decent person, I still don't think it's the best term. Sure, I have a superpower and beat up people worst than me, and I might save a life or two, and I might dress up in a dumb costu- oh crap. Holy shity fuck fuck. I'm a superhero. I can't be a superhero I break the law all the time! I was planning to go home and wasted with booze I stole from a hobo tomorrow, I can't be a superhero!

Ok, calm down. Think about thing before doing them. Birdboy might have track you and could know where you live, that's a thing now. If you join his team you probably won't have you identity revealed (secret identity, jesus, stop being superhero-y). On the other hand, you have no idea what you signing up for. You could quit if it gets annoying, but maybe this is something you don't want to be getting into in the first again, you do that a lot and usually don't die for too long. If you tell mom it's an after school club you can stay out of the house longer.

Ok, you try it for a week or two and then see what happens.