It was three in the morning when the pub, Lucky Tabs, closed. She had finished cleaning up and was heading to change into her normal clothes.

"T! I'm heading out, boss," She yelled as she passed the office on her way out.

"Stay safe, Luciana," T muttered, exiting his office.

"I will," she assured him and walked out.

The night was chilly. Winter was approaching fast. The woman tucked her hands into her hoodie's front pocket. The sidewalk was empty aside for the lone woman. The soft tapping of her worn shoes was occasionally drowned out by a purring car motor.

Tilting her head up, the young woman watched her breath against the black sky and yellow streetlights.

The peace was broken by a voice. "Young women like you shouldn't be out this late." A man stood in the shadows of an alley. "Or else something bad might happen to them." The nasally voice grated on the woman's ears.

"Oh? And who's to say bad things won't happen to you if you bother me?" She gazed at him calmly.

"Hah! That's a good joke." He snorted, a serpent tongue flicked out of his mouth into the light. "If you come quietly, I promise you'll enjoy this."

"Fuck off, you guttersnipe." The woman gave him a middle finger, still perfectly calm. "Or else, if you don't go quietly, the whole city might hear your screams."

"And who would do this?" The man stepped into the light. His eyes were mere slits. He had no nose, just two holes above a lipless mouth. His forked tongue slipped out and tasted the air again. His bald head caught the light meager. "You'll tassste so sweet." He hissed. The man moved to grab her.

"Well. I guess I'm not doing anything fun tonight." She muttered. As she said this, a man dressed all in black with black bird wings sprouting from his back dropped from the air onto the man's head. The new man had curly black hair, blue eyes, and a strong, square jaw.

"Again, young lady?" The masked man asked. "That's every night this weekend!"

"Sorry, Raven Wing. It's my job." She shrugged. "Anyway, I make great bait, right?" The underground hero glared at her as he tied the unconscious man up.

"No, you do not. You just make my patrol harder!" The hero squawked like an annoying bird. "And you reek."

"Well, it's not like I do this on purpose. It's not like I ask for help from you damn heroes anymore. Not like you'd help if I did," she smiled cheerfully. "And again. My job."

"Stop complaining. If you tell me what you mean, then you can complain." The man had tried to pry the story out of her many times with no success.

"Nope. You're one of a select few. I don't want to ruin you." She clapped her hands. "Besides, the only time we ever meet is when you're on patrol. I can't take you away from saving the real maidens in distress. I'm not one."

"The police are on the way," the man pinched the bridge of his nose. "And you are staying to talk to them and get an escort." He grabbed the woman's arm before she could move. "I'm tired of your shit and I work tomorrow."

"What a coincidence. I do too. Now let me go. I have better things to be doing."

"Like having a nice chat with me?" Raven Wing asked.

"No. Like taking care of myself. Sleeping, eating. You know?" She held her backpack strap tightly, still pulling away from the hero.

"No. I don't know. I don't even know your name."

"That's because you don't need to know it."

"Even though it would be better for you?"

"Nope. It wouldn't." Her voice was hard. "You wouldn't know that. And if you did, you wouldn't care. You wouldn't help me out ever." A car whizzed past.

"I help anyone. No matter what."

"You say that now." She looked away. Her eyes fell on a police car approaching them. "Let me go!"

"Stop." He grunted.

"Let me go!" She kicked him angrily. "I don't need the police." He grabbed both her arms so she wouldn't be able to attack him again. She could have gotten out if she wanted...

"This is the girl you've called us out here for the past couple of nights, eh?" She chuckled.

"Yes." The hero grunted. "The person harassing her is tied up. Go ahead and load him up."

Nodding, the woman cuffed the man and forced him into the back seat of the police car. "Now, young lady. What's your name, date of birth, and what happened here?" The slouching woman glared and mumbled something.

"Please repeat that," the policewoman told her firmly.

"My name is Luciana Duina. My birthday is December second." She scowled up at the woman. "That man was going to rape me. Raven Wing came, knocked him out, and forced me to stay against my will." That earned a laugh from the other two.

"All right. What year were you born? How old are you?" The woman continued to question, scribbling the answers in her notepad.

"I'm twenty-one. Now let me go. I've answered all the questions." The woman growled.

"Then Raven Wing will escort you home," The officer told them.

"Duina-Kun?" Raven asked her unenthused. The policewoman left.

"Don't call me that."

"Luciana?"

"Or that."

"Then what should I call you?"

"Nothing. Just leave me alone."

"I can't. I've got to escort you home."

"Call me Luciana," the woman growled. "Let me go now."

"I don't think so." He kept a firm grip on her upper arms. "Start walking towards your home." Scowling, she complied.

"This is only because I want to get home." She yawned. They continued to walk in silence.

Following her directions, an apartment building rose before them. It was a nice one, with a security system and all. Even if it was still too close to a nasty part of town.

"Thanks, I guess. I'd have been fine without your help," Luciana sighed.

"You're welcome anyway." He offered a business card to her.

"Why the fuck do you have a business card?" she snarked. She had taken it and began examining it curiously.

"Because I'm an underground hero," was his reply.

"Whatever," she attempted to shrug out of his hold. He held tightly to one of her shoulders.

"If you ever need anything, call me?" He told her before releasing the shoulder.

"Whatever, you weirdo." She hurried inside and up the many flights of stairs. The hero watched the outside of the building for a few minutes before leaving.

Quietly, Luciana slipped into her apartment on the top floor, ten stories up. The clean apartment's living/dining room was minimally furnished, containing only a worn green couch, a tv, a wooden table, and two chairs.

She shed her shoes and dropped her backpack on the couch before moving to the hall just past the kitchen. At the only door on the left side of the hall, she peered inside the quiet room. The only thing visible by the light from the window was a bed. On the bed was a sleeping boy.

Sighing, she closed the door softly and continued to the first door on the right. She opened it less cautiously and stepped inside. It was a plain bathroom, with towels, soaps, and clothes strewn around.

Luciana kicked stuff out of the way as she made her way over to the shower, locking the door behind her. Turning on the water, she began to strip, leaving her clothes in a neat pile. She grabbed a towel out of the cabinet above the toilet and hung it beside the shower. To give the water more time to heat up, she began cleaning up the counter and floor, returning the soap to where it belonged and moving the towels and clothing to the basket under the counter.

When that was finished, she climbed into the shower with a sigh. She leaned against the wall with a sigh, resting her head against the still cool tiles. She was exhausted and still had so much to do.

Once she was done cleaning herself, she grabbed her towel, dried off, and left the bathroom. She moved into the smaller bedroom next to the bathroom. In there, she quickly got dressed, wearing a red t-shirt and some jeans. Brushing her hair, she hurried out of her neat, impersonal room to the kitchen.

She began gathering the ingredients for breakfast. Once it was all organized, she clipped the front of her hair back and began cooking. It wasn't that long until six when she finished and her brother emerged from his room. He was a muscular young man, with sharp blue-gray eyes, tousled black hair, and an easy smile. He looked to be around his mid-teens. His face shape resembled Luciana's.

"Good morning Matt! Did you sleep well?" She spoke over her shoulder as she pulled out the milk.

"Lucy nee-san, I slept well. Did you?" He asked sleepily.

"Yeah. I made breakfast. Just sit at the table, okay?" He nodded and sat, but she couldn't see. Plating the food, she brought two plates over. One was smaller with less food, the other larger with more food.

She set the fuller one in front of him before sitting across from him with the other. "Thank you for the food." They said in unison. He instantly began digging in. She smiled softly at him, picking at her food.

She took a small bite. "Don't worry, your bag is ready, too. All you need to do is shower, get dressed, and leave. Then you can make me proud."

"Make Mom and Dad proud too!" He yelled.

"Yeah… make them proud too." She muttered and took another small bite. Her food was half gone and he was completely gone. Matt stared longingly at her plate.

Chuckling, she pushed her plate across. "If you want it, just ask. You can have it, I'm not that hungry anyway." She stood and returned to the kitchen with his empty plate.

"Go shower, ok?" She called over the running water.

Nodding vigorously, he leaped up and rushed to his room. The door slammed behind him. Luciana laughed as she hand washed the two plates and all the implements she cooked with. Another door slammed as her brother rushed to the bathroom.

With a happy smile lighting her face, she prepared a bento for Matt. He emerged from the bathroom, cleaned up and dressed in his school uniform. The UA uniform complete with a tie and blazer.

"Have a good day." She hugged him. He squeezed her back, his grip too tight.

"I'll go be a great hero! I'll be hero to all!" He smiled down at her, bouncing in place.

"You go do that." She let him go and opened the door. "Remember, I love you."

"Loves!" He yelled and ran out. She shut the door quietly behind him.

Exhausted, she glanced at the clock. It was seven exactly, right on time as always. Luciana let out a large yawn before stumbling back to her room. She quickly changed from her clothes into a pair of pajamas and falling onto her bed. She was asleep before her head hit the pillow. It had been a long night.

Edit-11/19/19 Heyo, just fixing grammar mistakes, don't mind me.