[i]“A tip for you, Minnie.” Harley’s hands were flying over a pile of scattered tea leaves, meticulously picking out the ones that looked far too damaged for proper use. “If you’re trying to get anywhere, you want a bike. Your everyday car won’t cut it, and if you try going anywhere [/i]without[i] one, then you’re just gonna wind up with the cops on your tail. If you [/i]don’t[i] have a bike, you’re just better off walking. You getting me, kiddo?"[/i]

Delta had been given that little snippet of advice when she had first gotten into her vigilante career, and she had spent the past year or so begrudgingly saving up almost every single penny she had gotten from work to get her hands on a bike. She was nowhere near close to actually getting one, but it gave her aching feet something to look forward to, at least. The mutant was currently strolling the streets per usual, crowbar slung lazily over her shoulder, politely ignoring the bewildered stares shot her way as she went along. 

Contrary to what the movies would lead you to believe, vigilantism wasn’t always just action packed battles and rock music blasting from some invisible stereo. It really mostly involved a lot of wandering around unless you had a real lead to follow.

Or until you were lucky enough to stumble across a crime in progress.

Like right now. 

She was making her last loop around this particular block when the sound of bank alarms pierced its way into her focus. Eyes widening, Delta’s head snapped around to the building, allowing her to see several other merry costumes decking it out right smack in the middle of the place via window. Grunting a little, Delta hauled her ass over, slipped past the police through the doors, and tried to figure out who was doing what in all this mess. 

Out of the three suits there, Delta had a strong feeling that it was the guy wearing cat ears, talking in the voice of a 90s era cartoon villain, and swinging a knife around that was the one causing the most trouble here.

Just a hunch.

Casting a glance to one of the other guys hanging around (by far the most well prepared, given the fact that he was toting around enough artillery for a small army), Delta turned back to the odd cat man and concentrated on channeling her power. Eyes narrowing with the effort, she drew the screams of the panicked bystanders from their mouths, pulled it into a neat little ball of invisible sound, and dragged it right beside CatMan’s ears before letting it pop. The effect would be similar to a flashbang going off, if the flashbang also somehow contained the ungodly shrieks of the damned. 

Delta had learned quickly enough that, when it came to facing villains, fighting fair would just land you with a knife in the ribs more often than not. Better to pull your aces first before they could. 

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