A Superhero is going home on the No. 6 local at 3:45 on a cold wet Tuesday morning. This after a long night of fighting crime, and dealing with bought cops.
All she wanted to do is get the hell out of the ridiculous costume the Superhero's Union makes her wear. Shower the stink off drink heavily, and pass out.
End of a swell night in the Free World.
The cold rain washing the night's toll of blood down to the dead river. 'But hey the heat was paid off bad guys disappeared bystanders told they saw nothing. Diamonds, and cash exchanged hands, and everybody that counts got a taste.
"John Q" tucked nice, and snug in his bed none the wiser of the happy mayhem that stews beneath tax paying noses.
All is well with the world.
What the hell. Another night another surprised head in a bucket. Tomorrow is another day with dirty cops evil maniacs, and getting her cut. Our hero sleeps.
Ain't we got fun.
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