"I wish you were back at school," Mandy said sniffling. "But mom and dad won't even let me visit."

Chance I can visit Mandy by next week? The answer came back.

4 percent. Most of the parents were like that. Scared of Dinah.

Not you girl, us. Bloodlust said.

Dinah rolled her eyes. Bloodlust kept talking about how they could go talk to the parents. Dinah didn't need her power to figure out how that would work.

"Tommy and his gang are causing all kinds of problems. They beat up Jim, and the teachers say they can't do anything because it's off campus." Now the sniffles got louder. "They say I have to do their homework for them."

Dinah stopped working on the little tinkertech robot she'd been playing with. It was relaxing—unlike a lot of her powers, it didn't tend to make people scream. Not only that, but the PRT was talking about licensing some of the things that didn't need tinkers to build and giving her the money. They weren't much, but even low level tinkertech was valuable—if you could reproduce it.

Why Michael had just gone off and been a hero (and accidentally killed the Butcher) instead of doing that, Dinah didn't know.

I needed the money, for my family. He was one of the quieter ones. Dinah promised him that she'd send them the money.

Her power told her that having Michael try and talk to his kids would probably go really bad. Merlin had mocked her for that.

"What? Enacting a necromantic ritual to let a child speak to her dead father might go bad? How did I ever make it through life without your power?"

Asshole, Quarrel said. Not snarking.

"And Mike said he's going to fight him, because that's what Trollhunter does to bullies, but Mike's you know, little and…"

Dinah frowned.

Chance that I can fix this by Friday?

98.4 percent.

She could. How? Talk to Jim? Trollhunter was nice, but she didn't think he'd be able to help, because everyone knew he only went after bad people. Supervillains or Endbringers.

Claire. No. Dinah didn't want Claire to think she couldn't handle even a little problem like this. Claire was tough, and nice, and wasn't even afraid of Leviathan.

Merlin? Dinah didn't need her power to tell her about how bad that idea was.

And if she asked anyone else and they said no, they'd be watching her.

On the other hand, she'd seen some writing on a wall last week.

WWOWD.

What Would Orb Weaver Do.

Everyone in her mind was absolutely silent, then there was a chorus of agreement.

That's right! Butcher 8 agreed.

Orb Weaver, definitely, Butcher 4 said.

Dinah spent the next few hours talking to the rest of the Butchers.

She had to remind them, a lot, that they weren't allowed to hurt anyone.

But she did give way on 'threaten'.

Friday evening, Dinah left her folk's home. The PRT officers didn't see her, because she'd spent the last couple of days fixing up a sound dampener—and she teleported to a place nobody could see her.

Then she ran to her bike, which she'd rigged with a spring loaded energy bank that let her do forty miles an hour. She had a few other toys with her.

That was why she also had a biker suit, along with the Pony Princess helmet her mom had given her.

Quarrel was still doing on about how their rep was never going to survive this, because everyone knew that Pony Princess was just a bad knock off of the Heroes Of Tragoth.

Then she got real quiet when another Butcher pointed out that she had been watching a cartoon when she was twenty.

But now it was time to save the Bay—or at least Ms. Murtagoyd's combined 5/6th grade class.

Tommy was lounging with his gang in his HQ—the treehouse they'd found behind an old house. They'd set it up and run patrols over their part of town.

After all, it was their turf… Well, except when any adults came around, but this part of town didn't have to worry about that, not much. When they did, Tommy and his friends just acted like kids.

"I got some of the candy bars we grabbed," Carl said. "Mr. Mikes didn't even bother to lock the door on the closet where they were storing the candy."

"I—" And then an arrow shot through the door, and embedded itself into the tree trunk. The next thing, the cable behind the arrow went taught and this little shrimpy girl just flew in to the room.

"Who the fuc—"

"You shut up." The girl glared at Carl. "Especially if you want to survive to see your balls drop."

Tommy got ready to yell—then he blinked. This was Dinah. Dinah was the one who had…

He swallowed.

"Good. You're not completely stupid," Dinah said, only she didn't sound at all like Dinah. She leaned down an picked up the crowbar that they'd use for street brawls. (if they ever got into one, but Tommy would be so dead if his dad caught him walking around with that). She… did something to it, turning it into a sword. "Now let me explain something to you little shits. Dinah's the Butcher and she gets to call the shots now. You're fucking with her friend and that means you're fucking with our friend. So you're going to stop fucking with her friends, you're going to stop stealing shit…" She looked down at the candy bars, and shook her head. "Seriously, candy bars, and you're calling yourself a gang? No. Fuck that. The only thing you can steal from now on that won't get us coming back is Kaiser's letter opener or Accord's day planner. Understand?"

Tommy didn't say anything. He didn't know who Accord was, but Kaiser was… Kaiser.

"I asked, do you understand, you little balless wonder?"

"Yes!" Tommy squeaked. So did everyone else.

"Good. Christ, you fucking call yourself a gang. This used to be Marquis' territory, back when Allfather was hot shit and…" The Girl shook her head and then looked at them. "And just in case you think you can go back on this…" Dinah closed her eyes.

And then she wasn't there, anymore. Tommy opened his mouth, then yelled (it was not a girlish shriek) as Dinah appeared again. "Bet you didn't know I had a stranger ability. Don't use it much, but just remember, if you try to beat up any more kids… I could be watching. Bye!" With that, she turned and jumped, rising up over the house like… Well, like a parahuman. Then she vanished and there was a little boom in the distance.

They still had time to take the candybars back.

Right after Tommy changed his pants.

Bicycling home, Dinah came to a conclusion.

Being a hero like Orb Weaver was great!

The Butchers agreed.