I will be continuing on with this story every now and then. Both Night Bitch and Hit Girl will develop a strong bond as the chapters go on. Let me know what you think, thanks!

"I can't keep her off my mind", thought the redhead as she turned in bed. "But she can take care of herself. She's done well without any help." Miranda Swedlow had work in the morning, she had been moonlighting as the city's only active vigilante, Night Bitch, four nights a week for the past eight months. She had taken a break from going out at night and putting herself in harms way ever since the group she was with disbanded, but like most old habits she just couldn't shake it, she wanted to go back out there and make a difference.

But she was only one person, it wasn't like she had the power to stop a gang or the mob, she wasn't Hit Girl. But if she had at least one night where she helped someone in any way it would be a small victory. Ever since the night her sister's body was recovered from a dumpster she was inspired to make sure no one suffered the same fate as her. She heard more stories everyday about young girls disappearing, it made her sick. Hit Girl was skilled though, she would be anyone's worst nightmare, she may have only been about seventeen or eighteen-years-old but she had been cutting down men three times her size when she was only a preteen.

Miranda knew she couldn't be late again for work, not after the last speech from her boss, "She's smart, perfectly capable of taking care of herself. Where is she staying? Does she have anyone she can turn to? This is going to keep bugging me until I know for sure isn't it?"
She decided to track her down after work, find out where she was staying to put her mind at ease. She eventually did get to sleep, but once she woke up it was half past 8 and she had to be at work at 9. Even with her alarm clock going off right next to her head, it was almost never enough to get her up, she was a heavy sleeper. She jumped out of bed and gathered her things, no time to waste, she wasn't going to have any bullshit to deal with today.

Meanwhile, Mindy was having her own problems. The half complete building on a break from construction that she called her temporary home had construction back in full force that morning. She wasn't expecting this, the 20 floor structure had been abandoned during the harsh winter and it was still fairly cold. Two workers found her curled up under a table in a section that had three walls done. She was woken up by a gentle shake, she was almost ready to attack whoever put their hands on her but she held back once she got a look at the unwanted guests; she couldn't hurt civilians, even ones cutting her beauty rest short. "She's just a kid. My daughter's age", one of them said, turning to the other.

"You can't be here", the other worker said, "But there's a shelter three blocks from here."

Mindy didn't face either of them, she had her hoodie up and her head down, "Um, yeah, thanks", she muttered as she walked past them. There was not too many places she could stay, she had plenty of money but she couldn't risk anyone knowing who she was. She promised herself to stay away from Marcus, she didn't even try to make contact with him, she missed him deeply.

The day did not go how Miranda planned, she kept messing up, she was almost expecting someone to tell her to just go home but of course that never happened. Now she was driving home in a car she could barely afford to keep running. She got a weird feeling like someone was watching her as she was parking. She lived in a small apartment, she used to live in a nice suburban home before The Motherfucker broke in and nearly killed her; it just wasn't safe to stay there after that. As she was fishing for her keys in her pocket she could hear footsteps behind her, she remembered her pepper spray was locked inside her bedroom. She looked back slowly to see a tall, fairly cut guy looking down at her with a bright yellow smile.

"Can I help you?"

"Maybe you can. You're Night Bitch, right?"

She had a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach, "Who?"

"Don't play dumb, bitch."

"Listen, I don't know who you are or who you think I am but if you don't leave now I'm going to have to call the police."

"The police? But we're just getting started", he reached for one of her hands but she backed away.

"I mean it, man!"

"Look, why don't you calm down. An old friend of yours wanted me to drop by, see how you were doing. He said he'll be seeing you real soon", he smiled, started to back away while still looking at her and then finally walked down the street. Miranda, in shock, unlocked the door and ran up the stairs to her apartment. She wasn't sure what she should do, was her life really in danger or was somebody just fucking with her? She needed help. Not the police. Someone she knew she could count on.

Mindy was crouching on top of a different building, scanning the area, she was getting antsy. She saw a familiar face, she was walking down the same alley she was attacked the night before. Mindy climbed down and ran up behind her with her ski mask off this time. Night Bitch spun around, fearful of the same man who followed her home. She was relived to see it was the person she was looking for. She explained everything to her.

"Chris D'amico is dead. He must have other family out there wanting revenge" thought Mindy, "I can keep an eye on your place. Stake it out."

"You would do that for me?"

"Yeah, we have to stick together."

"You need a place to stay don't you?"

"...No...I've got a place. But maybe it would be better if I bunk with another crime fighter" said Mindy, trying not to seem too needy.

Night Bitch humored her, "Yeah, of course. I would love to have you over."

"You'd be harboring a fugitive."

"I know", she smiled, "It'll put some excitement in my life." They got back to her apartment; Mindy was feeling a little paranoid, she could hear sirens in the distance. Night Bitch noticed her worrying face, "They're not coming for you" she assured her. She led her inside to her small but warm home, grateful to help one troubled youth off the streets. She was confident knowing a much more experienced fighter had her back.

I will try to get another chapter out soon!