As promised! Chapter 1!

The Museum of Atomics and Physics was quiet. The night was chilly and damp as a single street light flickered and a car passed the museum lazily. The silence that night was merely the silence before the storm.

Late that night, an alarm was triggered by a heavily armored individual. A few moments later the windows burst outward as the caped marauder leapt through them onto a parked van. He tucked the USB flash drive into the protective compartment in his wrist, hoping no heroes were coming to-

Then a white headed young woman landed atop of him, her metal boot atop his ivory '1' symbol on his chest. The helmeted villain groaned, she had NOT landed softly.

"C'mon lady, lay off the donuts. You're heavy as hell."

The woman's eyes glowed the slightest shade of red as the boot pressed him further into the van roof. As the windows of the van, and several of his ribs broke the villain realized this wasn't any other hero. Discreetly insinuating that a anti-hero was fat was a good way to get oneself killed.

In desperation the villain tried punching the woman's knee. His metal fists had the capability of easily fracturing a super's knee but the woman took it. After blinking behind his helmet he started punching the woman's bare legs in panic. It was as if he were a child batting at his mother's legs to go to candy land.

"Good God!" He exclaimed, "How the hell will you have kids with those iron thighs?!"

The next strike she caught, her face screaming NOT AMUSED as she twisted his wrist, dislocating it. Then, the villain was mercilessly slung into a closed hot dog stand by his wrist, a blotch of ketchup in the corner of his vision. Before we proceed to tell you how I got my butt handed to me who do you think I am?

The extremely handsome and resourceful villain? Or the bad hero? No, the hero would be bad if I made a comeback right? Crap, I just told you didn't I? Meh-

I got up, actually a little serious, and really ticked off as I ripped out a pedestrian crossing sign, spun and hit a fire hydrant. The hydrant didn't break. I cast a glance at the heroine who watched; wholly unimpressed. I gave her the one second gesture and flicked my dislocated wrist, fixing it and side-kicked the fire hydrant off. Water spewed into the air and I unsheathed my wrist mounted tasers from under my hands and directed electrified water in the woman's direction.

I noticed the not faint at all sound of a a mini-jet taking off and landing behind me. I whirled my taser around but she caught it, ripped it off, and pushed me into the high pressure geyser I caused and it flipped me across the street. I groaned as the mini jet of a woman shoved me through the brick wall, something a LOT like my broken taser stabbed through the ketchup stain on my helmet.

I stumbled up, dusting off my cloak and slapping rocks off my hood. The woman stood menacingly in the hole she made with me. I looked at the surroundings of the random hotel. I chuckled nervously and thumbed behind me asking weakly,

"Wanna get a room?"

Her eyes flickered to my utility belt and she scowled at me. I don't think she was looking at my belt. Confused, I tried to think of what she was looking at...

OH...

"Oh! Like my belt? I went to the Evil Doctor for super strength cuz I couldn't lift anything heavy-"

Her face flushed red and her hand bent away to reveal various mechanisms of super villain death, my death. A fencing needle where her hand once was, she charged me with jet streams coming out of her feet. In a luckily beast-mode moment, I avoided her needle, redirected it, cupped her neck, and redirected her into the wall behind me. I sighed a sigh of relief, muttering,

"Good show lassy, good show." I took a nearby hotel card and stuck it in her back pocket. "Not good enough." Patting where I put the card, "Your gonna need this Iron Thighs."

The woman wasn't even wearing a mask. Just short-shorts and a green long sleeve blouse. The hotel staff are going to be shocked to find an incredibly fine robot butt mounted in their wall.

Walking away, the victory in my step faltered when I heard clanking of metal. I started to glance back slowly just before a chainsaw kicked on. Muttering a curse I changed my taser as the woman began cutting at the wall holding her. After burning my alias:

"1L3550N"

Into the wall I waved down a taxi. In the dark, the man realized to late that I was taking his car. After tazing him, I tossed him onto the cement and got in the car and saw a figure standing directly in front of the car. That girl...

I rolled down the window.

"Hey! This ain't some horror movie! Move!"

"Get." She hissed with a robotically demented voice, "OUT."

I sighed and rolled up the window before shifting the car into reverse. She just stood there with a scowl as I casually backed up and shifted it into drive. I rolled down the window.

"Last chance Iron Thighs!"

"Get out of the car!"

"You broke my ribs, my beautiful helmet and tried to kill me!"

I snickered and rolled up the window. I punched the steering wheel and ripped out the airbag. The tires screeched as I put the pedal to the metal and the car into the robot. As I expected, she had folded the hood as she stopped the car and without the airbag to stop my inertia I flew out of the car and used my cape as a glider to escape. Who needs a Batmobile for epic escapes?

Until she performed the unexpected and caught my foot. It snapped, dislocated from the whiplash as I face planted so hard into the street that the cracks in my helmet from the stabbed taser expanded its web. The girl turned me over with her foot and punched my chest so hard that bones broke and I spat blood on the insides of my helmet.

I put my hand up in surrender and scooted back with the other one. Her arm transformed into some sort of energy weapon that shined upon me ominously in blue. The facade was over.

"Do it," I croaked, my humor gone as I hissed, "do it, do what my father failed to do. Do it so I don't accidentally-"

I coughed up more blood and thought I saw pity in the woman's eyes through the blood covered web of cracks in my helmet. My vision began to phase out before there was an unearthly hiss and pale blueish balls of light tailed in darkness landed around us forming Shadow Spawn.

"Aly Carter," a voice hissed, "its dark out."

"Screw you!" The woman war cried before blasting one of them.

I shielded my face from the black gunk that used to be an Shadow Spawn and used the distraction to grapple whatever I could behind me. My grapple pulled me down the street with such momentum that I rolled over backwards onto my hands and knees. With the sounds of Shadow Spawn being obliterated in the distance I crawled to cover and propped myself against a car. Putting my one and a half hands on my foot, I coughed blood through grit teeth and reset my foot. Fighting continued as I charged my taser and wrote my alias on the car I was propped on a moment ago and cast a glance towards the ivory haired girl in the street before departure.

Pretty little thing nearly killed me...

A/N I might try to publish chaps weekly and might have some concept or fan art for characters by chap 3. Chapter 2 debuts Oct. 21!