WHO: The Epic Night Fighters of Epicness ... err, Angel of Vengeance and BatmEn. Both of them. WHERE: An alleyway! Have you NEVER seen a cartoon?! WHEN: This evening ... duh! WHAT: Andrea meets the dude she's based off of. And his mini-me! Along with the kid who takes his steed! And they kick ass. TOGETHER! Epic! STATUS: Closed. Incomplete. Ratings: PG-13! Dude. :-P
She hadn't really planned on going out tonight. This wasn't her city. As selfish and self-centered as that mindset was, it was the truth. This wasn't her city and LA seemed to have plenty of people to save it's culo both masked and otherwise. And while one more hand never hurt, Andrea wanted to figure out her place and her head around this mayhem before making a decision.
On what to do. What she would do with herself, both as Andrea and as the Angel of Vengeance, in this city. This war wasn't an option. She'd never been one to jump into other people's agenda. And while there was a part of her that told her to pick a side-Good obviously-she shut that part up just like she tended to shut up a lot of the 'should's in her head. Neutral was good for her. This epic battle of good versus evil was far too Revelations for her taste. And she'd left that behind, thankfully, with Sunday school. Not that she wouldn't help. Dios, as annoying as it was, she couldn't not help. Becoming the a vigilante had been as much about helping others had it been for her own need for revenge. As long as people needed help. She would help. But in her own terms. She was too stubborn to work with other people. Which was why she wasn't planning on even looking up the League of Spandex. Even though this AI thing did seem interesting. A part of it seemed very Ghostbusters to her and that appealed to both the 'help others' sense in her and the sci-fi geek section. Andrea was willing to help out on a smaller scale. Perhaps.
Andrea was bored. Honestly. She was bored so she was out here looking for someone's ass to kick. Oh, yes, it was more than that. Her conversation with the kid sitting not as far back in her head as she would have liked. The mask did mean something to her, other than being stylish and practical. Which was the very true reason she was out at the moment. However, if anyone asked? She was bored.
From her position on the building top she could see this guy giving a two women a hard time. Waving about his gun like he had some sort of power. Andrea hated guns. Of course there had to be guns her first official night out and about. With a sound of disgust, she walked to the edge of the building and assessed how she would get down. She jumped down. Landing on the the fire escape platform just below. Then she ran down a few of the steps, before swinging over and jumping down again, she did this two more times before just skipping the last two levels of the five story building and into the scene. Right behind the man.
"Go." She mouthed to the women. And before the man knew it, she hand his wrist in hand and was painfully twisting it upwards. Away from herself and the women who were already running away. Andrea wasn't looking to get shot. "Let go or I'll happily snap off your wrist." Her tone was both casual and amused. She could. Would she? Well, maybe not.
With a few more struggles, he gave up the gun and Andrea easily caught it with her other hand as she shoved him, straight into some boxes not too far away.
Quite easily she bent the barrel of the gun out of shape, before just dropping it in front of her. She noticed that he was turning on the boxes, attempting to stand and regain equilibrium. The look he gave her was a mixture of extreme uncertainty and hatred, and a tiny dash of muted fear. Hm, maybe she try being scarier straight off?
"Wh-who the hell do you think you are, bitch?"
Always with the bitch. Like she was supposed to be offended? Pfft. Please. She was just exasperated by their lack of originality. Seriously. They had to teach better insults in Villain-Criminal School. If she was going to make the effort to kick their collective culos than they had to make the effort of hissing out imaginative insults. Maybe something involving her mother and a goose.
"Me? You want to know who I am?" She easily ducked the punch, he aimed at her when he stood up and went wide. They should also teach them the definition of Offensive at said school. When he pulled out a knife she made a face under her mask. She hated those too. She jumped back when he stabbed forward, back some more, and then her hand shot out and twisted his hand back and around. Pushing him against the wall, front first. "I am the terror that flaps in the night, I am the headache in the criminal mind. I am ... oh wait. That's Darkwing Duck's thing isn't it?"
She was just about to depose of the 'foul villain' when she heard, "You might want to let go of my friend there, chicita."
Looking over she saw two more idiots. The one talking with a gun aimed at her head.