I spent my last $50 on my costume. I already had a black vest top and shirt and fished out a pair of black boots when I went through my "biker phase" which failed miserably after I crashed the bike into a Café window and Daddy had to pay the fine.

I bought some tough black trousers and black gloves, but most of the money went on a slickly yellow wig and neon yellow contacts to cover my own grey eyes. These were both ordered off the internet.

I put all this on and stared at myself in the bathroom mirror. I certainly looked different, but you could still tell who I was, even if I looked like I'd escaped from the funny farm.

I had a sudden brainwave and ran to fetch the mask that I had kept from the strip place. After I had filled in the gaps with eyeliner, my own mother wouldn't have recognised me.

I tried to practise a scary face in the mirror but had to stop because the eyes scared me too much. I thought I was ready to go when I realised that I was missing one thing. Weapons.

I paced up and down the room, trying to work out how to get hold of a gun of some description. The carving knife from my kitchen just wasn't enough.

Then I suddenly remembered. My neighbour, three doors down, had just been arrested for possession of illegal firearms. I was almost sure they wouldn't have removed all of the evidence yet. I couldn't just waltz in there, I would have to take the balconies.

I shivered in the cool Autumn air as I prepared to leap over the railings and onto my immediate neighbours balcony. Saying a silent prayer, I jumped and only just managed to scramble it, nearly breaking a window box. I repeated this, thankful that I wasn't noticed as they were too busy watching the T.V.

I slid open the French doors. The place was in darkness, but I could tell it had been trashed by the police. Laid out in the middle of the room was a variety of weapons practically left out for my choosing. I picked two of the biggest ones as well as holsters and a belt of ammunition. I could feel my pulse in my temple as my heart thudded out the word "Illegal - illegal - illegal…" But I ignored it, knowing that I would be doing worse within the next hour.

"Well, that was easy." I said aloud, in the now empty alleyway. I had snuck up behind some guy walking home from work and I didn't even need to use any of my weapons. I had walked up behind him and dragged the knife along the brick wall, making an eerie screeching sound. The man had spun around, looking terrified.

"Money." I said, "Now."

He made a mouse-like squeak and pulled his wallet out. He emptied it in front of me, shaking all the while before running of into the darkness. I counted the money and then shoved it into my pocket. $85 wasn't bad for a first time.

I stopped suddenly, hearing someone else was coming I hid in the shadows.

"No way Superman could beat Spiderman!" some pubescent teenage boy voice hollered.

"Yeah way!" said an equally pubescent voice

"No way!"

"Yeah way!"

They were right in front of me now, so I decided to make an appearance. I wielded the knife at them, and they stopped in their tracks.

"Give me all your money, now."

They didn't move, just stood there. Then I heard water flowing, one of them had pissed themselves.

"Ugh!" I said, disgusted, "NOW!"

The jumped into action and emptied their pockets. Loose change, gum and tissues fell to the ground. They must have only had $10 between them.

"Right," I thought aloud, "Ah! Phones, ipods and MP players. Hit me."

They were a bit more hesitant about this, but with a couple of air jabs with my knife sped them up.

"Ok, you may go." They were gone faster than you could say "comic book".

This pattern went on for the rest of the night. By the time I got home it was 4.30am and I had close to $300 under my belt. Shoving the money, weapons and costume into the back of my underwear drawer I went straight to sleep.

When I woke it was 6.00pm. I decided to put on the news to see if there was anything more about Mother Fucker. Boy, was I in for a surprise when a police sketch of me flashed up on screen.

"It seems a new wave of supervillans has hit the city as last night, a grand total of 9 people reported muggings from the same person. She is described as being around 5ft 7 and 120lbs. 'The Hornet' as some have named, has reportedly been stopping victims and demanding money, threatening them with a knife if they refuse. She is said to be armed and dangerous."

I was stunned. Me on television! How amazing was that! I then stopped, "Hey! I'm only 118lbs."

Thanks for all the reviews so far! Yeah, I looked it up and apparently his new name is Mother Fucker…which is…interesting.