Misfit patrols the city the best she can.
Thugs were surprisingly easy to take out but they seemed to have a really quick re-spawn time! She beat up a couple of hoods trying to steal a car and three more popped up to rob a little old lady. Misfit wondered if being a Super Hero was supposed to be like playing whack-a-mole. Luckily she has always been Super Special Awesome with a mallet. And instead of getting tokens for taking baddies down you got a happier city, which was totally ten times better then any carnival prize.
It was a fierce day in Gotham. It seemed like the whole city was buzzing with adrenaline and activity. There were people to fight, and things that needed fixing, and people to fight for. Even the cop cars seemed fall into her rhythm; their sirens proving exactly why she was needed here.
Misfit smiled, and for a moment she thinks that Gotham smiles too. It’s about time. She can't wait to see what else might be out there, just waiting for her to find it. She thinks she kept it waiting long enough.
It was a fierce day in Gotham. It seemed like the whole city was buzzing with adrenaline and activity. There were people to fight, and things that needed fixing, and people to fight for. Even the cop cars seemed fall into her rhythm; their sirens proving exactly why she was needed here.
Misfit smiled, and for a moment she thinks that Gotham smiles too. It’s about time. She can't wait to see what else might be out there, just waiting for her to find it. She thinks she kept it waiting long enough.