(I don't own Bittersweet Candy Bowl or the story that inspired this storyline, the Silver Sentinel also belongs to Blade100, and that character is just an alternate version of Mike, but unlike the version Blade100 uses, the events of December happened on this Earth. I don't own anyone except Longcoat.)

Slums 1:12 AM

The Roseville slums were often known for the gangs roaming it at night, in search of victims to rob, rape or murder, or (which was often the case) all three.
The Skullfuckers was one such gang and currently was running for their lives.

About a minute ago they were in the process of trying to beat up a cat stupid enough to wander into their territory (it was an all dog gang and they were known to hate cats).
And it was a minute ago that some mysterious figure jumped down from a roof and tried to shoot them up.

They had ten dogs in it then but now it was limited to the leader, a Doberman and a sheepdog with dreadlocks whose name he forgot.
The two were currently trying to get to said domerman's car and get out of there, the end of the allyway said ambush started in was almost over and the car was well within their grasp.

"Almost there" the vile Doberman muttered to himself, determined to avoid what could most certainly become his death.
Of course all the determination in the world can't help you if your car just explodes.

Which it did.

As Lou and the sheepdog looked on at the smoking, burning wreckage there was a gunshot and the sheepdog fell.
Lou looked on in horror as the cat who single-handedly laid waste to his gang walked right over the burning wreckage with absolutely no fear of burns at all.
Lou was still in shock when a bullet tore right through his spine.
"There. That should keep any silly ideas like say…escape out of your mind."
The cat's voice sounded like it was mechanically altered…and jolly. Like it enjoyed the wanton massacre he'd just done.

He could now see the cat had some kind of mask that resembled a growling bear's head on his mouth, and bandages covering the rest of it. The cat wore a longcoat, military boots and a blast jacket for good measure.

"Wh-what do you want with me?" The gangster weakly asked.
"Hehe. What do I want?" The cat laughed "It isn't about what I want. It's about blood. Blood." BANG! "For Johnny Silence…"

The Docks: 3:32 AM

It had been about a month since Carter was thrown into the asylum and Lucy was pleased for the fact crime had gotten relatively quiet.

It was on nights like tonight that people would go out with their friends to party for hours.
Lucy on the other hand took more pleasure in beating drug dealers with a sledgehammer.
At the moment she was inside a warehouse that currently contained her, twelve drug dealing gangster cats (of which only four were conscious) and about ten million dollars worth of marijuana.
Lucy perched herself atop of a large stack of drugs and looked down at the confused thugs as they looked for her.

Noticing a straggler about ten feet away from the others, she leapt into the air and delivered a flying kick into him.
The gangster flew through the air and landed into another pile of drugs that entombed him in weed and plastic bags.
As the others began to turn, Lucy threw her sledgehammer like a javelin. Right into the gut of another gangster.

As the thugs turned, Lucy ran at them as quick as she could, clearing a ten foot distance in almost no time at all.

Zooming towards them, she delivered a right cross to the closest gangster and knocked out so cold he might as well have skinny dipped in the Artic Ocean.

The last gangster tried to train the submachine gun he had on her when she quickly yanked the gun out of his hands and smashed him right in the face with it.
As the last thug went off to meet Mr. Sandman Lucy smirked at her handiwork.

Lucy had just finished dragging the last thug out of the warehouse. While most people wouldn't even bother she had an obligation to do it since she'd just poured five gallons of gasoline all over the dope.

Pulling out some rope for hogtying purposes (and a few matches to burn the building down) Lucy stopped after realizing a friend was nearby.
"Hello Daisy" addressed the crime fighting kitty as she went back to start the hogtying.
Daisy was worried "Uh Lucy. Could you hurry up here? I got some bad news."
Lucy raised a curious eyebrow as she focused on tying a knot (not in marriage) "What is it this time?"
"I was going through town and I heard this, there was a gang massacre in the slums…and it looks like a supercriminal did it."
Lucy paused at this. "Huh, I knew I'd have to deal with another one at some point.
"Hang on a sec. I'll look into this just as soon as I finish up here…"

(Author's note: After reading the newest BBC comics I realized..that in hindsight this is actually kinda funny, I make a fanfiction where Lucy attempts suicide, while in the comics she's acting like she might try it. I hope she doesn't though.)