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[b]West Maximum - Little Asia[/b]
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gTtb6NVgApg]Latchkey Kids[/url][/center]

Straps... [color=39b54a]Check.[/color]
Goggles... [color=39b54a]Check.[/color]
MOTH... [color=39b54a]Double Check.[/color]
Self Control... [color=ed1c24]Nope :3c LMAO [right][sub]Who uses that?4real? #Superheroshit[/sub][/right][/color]

It was a nice night to be rooftop sitting, but that wasn't the plan. Nope. Instead, standing there on, the edge, slurping a bowl of noodles, was a superhero. Stupid outfit, flight goggles, and glowing like a lightbulb. It didn't do much to stand out from the neon lights, or the big signs that declared 'prostitutes XXX rated' proudly for all to see. The noodles though, this was the real deal. Really sweet, without a hint of sour. Though there were quite a few pork slices along the side, and she practically drowned the whole thing in broth, but hey, that's just how you make a good thing of ramen. The last of the noodles went into the hero's mouth, and after making sure to drain the bowl, she placed it down on the roof. Somebody would stop by and pick it up later. This was her routine every night since she became a hero a few months ago.

Then, without a spark of hesitation, Nightlight jumped. MOTH blinked to life, and a beam of solid light lifted her into the air. The massive generator that looked like the butt of a moth began to glow, shimmer, and release the energy needed. LIFTOFF! [color=fff79a]PWeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee![/color] Nightlight was flying, skimming the buildings beneath her with her boots, and then giving herself just a little more boost. Always a good way to declare she was out on patrol. But while she was enjoying her flight, crooks were out there enjoying the night. 

Below her, at an ATM [s]Didn't they shut down the last of those years ago? Eh, some people just love to use out of date tech[/s] were three people two of them clearly goons, and the non-gun waving guy being a citizen. Eh, kinda lame, but if Nightlight was gonna start off her night, smashing in some goons wasn't that bad a start.

"Old man, just shut up and type in your info. Then, we will leave you be." The first goon said, adjusting his grip on the semi-automatic pistol. The old man pressed some buttons, and once more it was the wrong number. Eesh, some people just can't handle the stress. Goon #1 raised his gun a bit higher, pressing cold metal to the back of a the old man's head. Goon #2 just sighed, checked his shoes, and then looked up. Just in time for...

[center][h3][color=fff79a]"HASHTAG SUPERHERO LANDING!"[/color]
KER-POW![/h3][/center]

Goon #1 didn't know what hit him. Because the next thing he knew he was unconscious, with a boot stepping firmly down upon his head. For Nightlight it was as simple as cutting the jets and falling like a brick onto his head. For him, it was as hard as concrete. And a few medical bills up ahead. Goon #2 raised his gun, and was greeted with the nearest wall after a quick flash of light. Pwee pwee! The encounter was a modest 0.8 seconds long. Still not as good as her record of 0.2 seconds when she accidentally knocked a sign off a building, and flattened five goons at once. 

[color=fff79a]"Sorry about that, you should take their guns and run off."[/color] Nightlight said, flashing a grin from ear to ear. Then, before there could be a reply, she was off again. Blasting off into the night sky, leaving a trail of light behind her.