Jeanne was doing quite well with walking in heavy heels, but not with a banged up head. She was a little wobbly and the boy next to her had offered her a hand. After denying him a hand for about seven times, she gave up and took it for she was very, very wobbly, "You don't have to walk me all the way home, you know?"

"I'm not walking you all the way home, lass, only halfway there. You still have this whole secret identity thing. I mean, as much as I would love to know who you are in real life, I have some reserve." He had a smile on his face as he helped her stabilize herself.

"So, um, in all honesty, do you like being a hero, I guess?" She wasn't exactly sure what to call the vigilante work that they were doing without sounding rude.

The male shrugged, "Yeah, I guess I do. How are you liking it so far? Are you planning to join us?" He tilted his head as he looked at her.

She blinked and shrugged, "It's hard, I'll admit. But, if I help the people… I guess that it's the only way." Jeanne gave her answer, her lips in a straight line. She had been thinking about it on her way back and she was starting to think it wasn't such a bad idea.

"So, you're one of the only ones that doesn't have a mask to cover up your identity. Are you going to pull a superman and wear glasses in your real life? The King of Heroes is the only one that doesn't wear a mask or anything… but I still don't exactly know who he is. When you get assigned to partners, they usually get to be the one's who know; which means that the King of Knights knows his true identity."

"The King of Knights?" Jeanne looked at her escort, who had a pensive look on his facial features.

"A short girl that is clad in silver and blue. They were partnered up because of their extreme powers which are rather unique. The girl holds a Holy Sword and she is great in combat. Actually pretty face loves to spar with her. The flirt when fighting, trust, there is just so much sexual tension between them and then they deny it."

Jeanne laughed at the boy gossiping, "Is pretty face the King of Heroes?" She raised an eyebrow and the Hound chuckled.

"Oh, goodness no! Pretty face goes by the name "Frist Knight of Fianna", most people just call him pretty face or love spot. He's handsome, so don't go falling in love with him." The Hound of Ulster shook his head, "He's a good man and my best friend in the Agency. He's paired up with the King of Conquerors and their master is this little kid. I think his name is Waver Velvet."

"What about you, who's your partner and master?" She asked.

"Master is Bazette; she's a total babe and super awesome. She's also Irish just like me, so that's a plus! But," he frowned, "I don't have a partner. You would be my partner if you join, so how about it?"

"Then I will." She smiled at him, "But I hope this won't interfere with my school work or I won't get home with unexplainable broken bones." She mumbled. "That woman… I wouldn't have been able to save her life if I didn't get caught up in this whole superhero thing, so I am very happy for that."

The red-eyed male chuckled, "Ah yes," he nodded, "That's how I felt the first time around. Although I won't admit it much, it's really nice to help people out."

Jeanne nodded, "It is." She spoke before they arrived at an intersection near her house, "People probably think we're crazy." She then giggled.

"Why?" The hound asked, his blue mask hiding the fact that one of his eyebrows rose in question.

Jeanne furrowed her brows as a smile decorated her lips, "What do you mean you don't know?" Her violet eyes dropped to what the man wore and she pointed at her very own attire, "They probably think we're cosplaying or something."

The male laughed and shook his head, "I barely even think about that." He smirked as they both stopped in their tracks. He gave her a two-fingered salute and a goofy smile before bowing slightly, "Well, milady, I think this is where we must depart." He then reached for her hand and brought it to his lips, "It was a pleasure to meet such a brave and lovely lass."

"I thought you said I was weak…" She eyed him, a light blush on her cheeks.

"Well, you are, but that can always be fixed." He winked one of his red eyes, "Hopefully I'll see you again."

Jeanne managed to climb into her room through the window, which had proved to be rather difficult even with 'superpowers'. The banner had helped her quite a lot as it had brought her up to her window, but breaking in to her room was another story—technically on another story too. She tried to pry the window open a couple of times but remembered she had locked it, so she took her banner and almost smashed the window in before she saw the door of her room open and a little boy stumbling in.

She was unsure if she should knock on the window for the little boy to let her in but there was no other way she could enter without getting in trouble. The little boy made his way to the window and unlocked it before opening it for his older sister, "Are you an angel?" He tilted his head and rubbed one of his eyes with his small chubby hand, his voice sleep driven and amazed.

"Pierre," she brought a finger to her lips as she slipped into the room, "You must keep silent and not tell anyone of this, not even Jean."

The following day, she woke up to the alarm. She was curled on her bed, snuggled up next to her little brother—who lay sleeping like a little baby. She groaned as she slowly sat up, feeling the weight of her head aching in her back. Her feet hit the floor right as she stretched her arms and looking down at her night gown, she realized she had somehow changed out of the outfit; without any knowledge of how she had come to fall asleep either. It had almost felt like a dream, if it weren't for her aching back.

Her violet eyes caught a glimpse of the banner (that was now back to it's original state) leaning neatly against the wall. She reached for it and proceeded to retract it with the simple press of a button. Her eyes landed on her brother and seeing as he was still asleep, she gave a short smile and shoved the banner into the bag she had used the previous day; it was her last day of work before school started and she was feeling quite indifferent. She headed towards the washroom after she had collected a change of clothes and hurried to take a shower as quickly as she could.

After changing, she glanced at the mirror and was surprised to see herself so beat up—she almost gasped. Her neck was clearly bruised from the choking and she had scratches on her face, not to mention the bags under her eyes. She sighed and closed her eyes before checking the drawer for her make-up; she never usually wore it but her brother would question her scratches and she made a mental note to change into a turtle neck after leaving the bathroom. There was only one scratch that she was unable to cover up fully, but she thought her brother would not even notice.

After having shoved on a purple turtle neck, she glanced at Pierre and quickly kissed his forehead before hurrying down the stairs. Upon reaching the kitchen, she saw her big brother reading from a newspaper, "Have fun yesterday?" He asked, tilting his head to the right and lifting it so that his eyes would land on her.

"Uhm, I thought you were still asleep…" She tried to suppress her sudden anxiety and surprise. Her lips stretched to a small smile and then her gaze drifted towards the fridge.

Jean stood and poured himself a cup of coffee, filing the room with the warm an sweet aroma. The sun slipped through the blinds and managed to heat up the kitchen from the cool morning breeze. The ice in the fridge settled, adding at least some noise to the room before her brother took a deep breath, "We were worried sick; grand father couldn't sleep and I had to force him to bed and Pierre was constantly restless. Where were you?"

"I am very sorry for worrying you both. I know that I did wrong in coming in late. I'm safe and that is all that matters. I am very, very sorry." She gave a short nod, "I must be off to work now." After grabbing a muffin from the fridge and a juice box, she turned back to her brother, "I promise to be on time today."

The male rolled his eyes and frowned, raising and eyebrow, "You did not answer my question, you do know that… Where were you? At ten in the evening, you sent me a text that you were on your way home and you get here past three. I'm going to tell father; I hope you know that."

"Jean, I already apologized. I'm very sorry that I came late, I got caught up in trivial matters," She couldn't exactly say she had nearly died, transformed into some weird anime magical girl and then been offered to work at a superhero agency; her brother would think she was delusional, "I am very sorry."

"What time are you getting home today?" He tilted his head, making evident that he was beyond annoyed with her attitude.

She pushed her hair over her shoulder and bit her lower lip, "I will send you a text an hour in advance." She was unsure what was to come later that day and if it involved any crazy adventures.


That evening, Jeanne shook her head slowly and locked up the shop before heading home. She had told her brother that she would be late and would arrive around midnight, if not before. Although, she was very unsure what to do for three hours. The city was a huge place; she was bound to find something to do or someone to protect.

Slapping her cheeks, she proceeded to rub her face and heave in disappointment. She was making her way home, slowly and nothing was happening. Well, it wasn't like every corner had a crime, but she wished something would make its appearance so that she could finally get to join the agency; officially.

The young Frenchwoman had thought about it all throughout her shift and she settled that it was better to have a teammate to help her; especially one that was able to fight back for her. She was not one for attack, so when Marie had told her that her domain was defense, she completely agreed. Other than the blue-masked man, there was another face engraved in her mind; King of Heroes.

The King of Heroes seemed cold to her, as if standing in front of him would cause an entire snow blizzard to cast upon you and the only way out was to somehow understand his mind. That boy was cold to the touch, she knew that just by the expression he had given her and the girl he had been arguing with.

It was a hand that had landed on her shoulder that caused her to jump and quickly turn to grab it. It wasn't until she had twisted the arm that she noticed the person was of no threat, "Gilles, what are you doing here?" She furrowed her brows as she slowly let go of the wrist.

"Ouch," he mumbled as he rubbed his wrist, "You were ready to break it, weren't you?"

Jeanne innocently laughed and nodded, "Of course, I thought I was in danger."

The street light flickered a little before illuminating their path with a steady beam once more, "I was waiting for you to finish work, hoping I could accompany you home. I heard a woman was attacked yesterday night and the perpetrator is still out there… So I decided to check up on you." It was still nine in the evening but it was quite dark outside now. The moon and stars were doing their best but it was the streetlights and busy roads that kept the city as bright as it could possibly be.

"How, um, how is the woman doing?" She slowly mumbled, afraid of what the boy would say, her hands were shaking a little bit; what if she had not actually saved the lady?

Gilles gulped, "Some broken bones and a concussion, but she is alive and there were no signs of sexual assault, so that's always good to hear."

Jeanne nodded promptly, "I do hope she recovers quickly."