Prologue

The streets were filthy but that was nothing new. Downtown LA was always filthy. The woman knew this and yet, she still decided to take the short-cut home. She heard movement behind her but knew better than to turn around. That only encouraged them. "Hey, baby. Want to have a good time?" One of them came out of nowhere and pinned her against the wall.
"Please, let me go." The woman begged.
"Now, if you keep saying things like that, I might start to think you didn't like me." The man said as he groped her. The woman tried to stifle a scream
"She said please, you know." A female voice called out from across the street. The thug turned to look at the new comer. She was standing under a streetlight, leaning against the building behind her. She had dark blonde/light brown hair pulled back in a low ponytail covered with a back-wards ball-cap. Her skin was a cream color and she wore a dark blue (almost black) shirt with blue jeans and steel-toed shoes. In her hand was a long silver pole. "You should really do something someone asks you to." She had a smirk on her face as she opened her true-blue eyes that were surrounded by a sliver mask. (A.N. Think what Robin wears.)
"Really? Would you like to take her place?" The thug made a jerking motion with his head and nine other guys appeared out of nowhere.
The girl's smirk grew. "I'd love to play with all of you." She took a step forward and twirled the pole in her hand. "Are we going to do this one at a time or all at once?"
"Get her!"
As the leader looked on, he saw his men get beat back one by one until they were all unconscious. He turned his glare onto the girl as she stood up straight, twirling her pole around again. "So, are you going to let her go or do I get to play some more?"
The leader let out a pathetic roar and charged her. Light gleamed off the knife he had pulled out of his pocket. The girl leaned back out of reach and the knife slashed centimeters from her face. The pole came up to knock the man's arm that was holding the knife back and whap up against the side of his head at the same time. "Using a concealed weapon in a fight and that's the best you can do? Man, you suck." The girl taunted before she kicked his nuts. She hit him on the back of the head and he went down and stayed down.
Turning back to the woman, the girl didn't see the pair of solid white eyes stare at her back. "You okay?" She asked the woman.
The woman nodded her head.
The girl smiled. "Good. Now, head on home and don't ever take this shortcut again." The woman nodded and rushed out of that part of town. The girl turned and walked down a nearby alley.

Once he was sure the girl was gone, Venom stepped from the shadows. "Hmm..." He said thoughtfully. "We may have a partner soon. This will be interesting." One of the thugs started to stir. Venom opened his mouth and let his long tongue out to taste the air. 'Yes...' he thought as he tasted the girl's scent, 'Very interesting.' He turned to face the thug just as he was getting up. Before the thug was able to see clearly, Venom had him and his nine buddies webbed and was carrying them to his warehouse.

The girl watched Venom from the rooftop. 'So that's Venom.' She thought, gripping her pole tightly. A small smirk make it's way on to her face as she turned to look out over the city. 'Look out, LA. You just got double the crime force and double the lethal protectors.'