Mouse Protector marched across the night!

She quipped and she turned, she minced and she miced , she slid across Brockton Bay's streets ready to dice for a fight! Her first steps into bringing justice to this dark city of darkity darkness, was to find the missing child the Protectorate so beseechingly seeked.

And what clues did she have to find this missing child?... None at at all. Zip. Zerp. Nada. How does one say zero in french?

She knew close to nothing about the city. All she knew was the basic run downs of the villains and heroes that the Protectorate files offered. (And what rumors the internet had before she visited the city, 'oh how I love fan theories'.) Overall, she was on her own. Like a true crusading vigilante viciously masquerading in mystery!

She parkoured her way through building rooftops, satisfied that her stamina didn't waver. As she entered the heart of ABB territory, she noticed a group of asian kids, dressed up in baggy clothes, matching colors, and an array of tattoos across their bodies. Using her detective skills, she deduced that they were all ABB gang members. 'Or at least I hope they're ABB members. I may be black, but I really really really don't want to come off as racist….'

Mouse Protector pounced several floors down from the fire escape, landing onto the ground in a single badass landing. 'I wish the Losers caught that on camera…'

She revealed herself from the night alleyway and pointed to the supposed gang members. "Stop, evil doers!" She said it with confidence, but inside, she prayed that she wasn't being judgmental.

The young hooligans ('Please be hooligans, please be hooligans, please be hooligans') stepped back from the woman in the mouse ears. Mouse Protector's protractor shield and blunted sword were recognizable enough, even if she wasn't from their city.

The five boys stood back, and a man with a red mask with horns stepped forward. He wore a distinct demon like mask with two horn extruding from it's head. It was Japanese in design, and his komodo-military accessorized costume told her that it was Oni Lee.

'Yes! I was right, I'm not racist!'

"Goat man!" Mouse Protector proclaimed, "I challenge you to a d-d-d-d-duel!"

One boy amongst the hooligans chuckled, which was met with a slap on the head by his friend. Oni Lee scanned Mouse Protector from head to toe (which sort of creeped Mouse Protector out). "You're not from this city," Oni Lee said in a distorted voice beneath his mask.

"Indeed," Mouse Protector said, "for mice of my kind need no limits when it comes to justice. For I am the protector of mice everywhere! And you have trespassed on the thing known as injustice!"

Oni Lee tilted his head. Shivers fell down Mouse Protector's spines, 'this guy is creepy.' Oni Lee sprinted towards her unsheathing two butcher knives at hand. 'Not so subtle, my goat friend.' She kicked him in the chest and flipped back in an acrobatic motion. When she looked up at him, his body turned into white dust.

'Oh yeah, he explodes.'

She turned behind herself and found the wannabe ninja trying to shaq her in the stomach. She kneed his arm out of the way and punched him in the neck. He turned to dust again. 'Fucking tinkers… Oh wait, wrong chapter.'

She tapped at the next copycat (hehe, pun) the moment she teleported to it's side, it popped into dust, making her 'tag' point disappear along with it. 'Okay, so I can't teleport to him if I tag his after image.' Oni Lee appeared to her left, then right, then behind her. Each time he teleported, Mouse Protector dodged, parried, and smacked in a heroic fashion. Until finally!... She ran away.

'Too many, too many, too many!'

As she ran across the street underneath the city lamps, Oni Lee gave chase trying to cut her down as she ran across the streets. He appeared in a knelled position ahead of her, and tried slashing at her feet. She stepped onto his face and flipped forward. Another Oni Lee clone tried stabbing her when she landed. She head butted that clone and spun around ahead of him.

Fortunately, she was agile enough to avoid him, unfortunately, he wouldn't stop reaching her because his goddamn teleporting was bullshit. She eventually ran far past and away from ABB territory. Fun fact; rogue heroes were especially susceptible to murder since they aren't a part of an official team. Oni Lee was really pressing his luck with her. With no tag to teleport home to, her only option was to keep running until she reached where she knew the Protectorate was patrolling at.

This was a big hit to her pride. Her first time in a new city and she couldn't even annoy the person trying to kill her. Which was a first. She stopped and turned around, deciding she needed to say something cool to him. She pointed outwards and yelled, "konichiwa!" Not knowing what it meant.

Before Oni Lee could try and slash at her throat, beetles scratched at his feet. An unholy mass of beetles were carried to him by winged bug. They dropped onto Oni Lee as he hissed out, "Spawnchild", in a villainous tone.

Oni Lee teleported away, but the bugs still latched onto him and pierced into his skin. Bees and wasps filled his face as he scrunched back in pain. He teleported further and further away until he was out of sight. "Hahaha!" Mouse Protector said as he left her view, "This guardian of mice always has several critters than up her sleeve!" She looked at her own hands, "so... do I have a super secret power?"

"No." A voice behind her said.

A girl, looked to be a teenager, walked over from the darkness to her. She wore a costume that was morbidly yellow-gray, with big beady eyes that looked like the eyes of a mosquito. "Spawnchild?" Mouse Protector said with her head tilted.

Taylor swallowed, "um… that's not really my name, the internet kind of just picked that for me."

"Spawnchild! It is you!" Mouse Protector sprinted towards her and shook her hand without permission, "big fan. I thought you were gonna go Carrie on those guy in your last video."

"What?" The girl shook her head. "I would never-"

"Is it true you made a deal with satan to get your power?"

Taylor's eyes widened, "Of course not!"

"Is it true you look like an oversized mosquito beneath your skin?"

"What? No! Why do people say this?"

"Is it true you feed on homeless people for nutrition?"

"God no!" Taylor flung her arms in the air, "I show up in one video, and everything thinks I'm some sort of monster! I was just trying to scare them, I'm not a villain!"

"You're not a villain?" Mouse Protector tilted her head. "To be fair, Spawnchild is kind of a villain name."

"I didn't even pick it," Taylor said frustrated. It was almost like she was mistaking Mouse Protector for all the accumulated trolls she'd argued with online. "Those guys said it once, and now the whole world thinks I'm some sort of monster…"

"Oh, so you're not a Satan follower." Mouse Protector snapped her fingers, "darn, I was hoping you could call upon Satan to help me out."

Taylor blinked beneath her mask. For some reason, Mouse Protector vaguely reminded her of Rush from the Loser's videos. "You're… Mouse Protector, right?"

"Aw, so my reputation precedes me." Mouse Protector clapped her hands together. She gave Taylor a low bow. "Indeed I am, my Carrie-styled friend. I, am Mouse Protector! Protector of all that are mice and mices, minuscule advocator of good, gnawer of evil, and wretched enemy to the wicked! I have come to Brockton Bay to spread my goodiest of deeds, and it is my pleasure to make your acquaintance, bug girl, defeaters of the Losers!"

Taylor let out a sigh, 'she really is, just like Rush.' "I'd rather not go by bug girl. It's not very intimidating."

"And what kind of image, would you rather inflict upon your enemies my devious ally?"

Taylor shrugged. "Something heroic, to be honest. It's just too bad there aren't really any bug themed hero names."

"What about Firefly?"

"Firefly?"

"Or Arachne kid. Or Critter Commander. Or Swarm Daughter!"

"Those sound… Okay…"

"Cretin Caller, Bugz rise, or Antenna Mite!"

"Hold on," Taylor interrupted, "let me write some of these down. Those are pretty good."

"Take a seat kid," Mouse Protector patted bug girl on the head, "it's not every day a damsel in distress gets to help out her savior."