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Everything seemed to work itself out after she knocked out the last of the villains; Grim let go of the other hero, meaning that guy probably was some kind of psychic, and that seemed to be the end of it. The whole thing had been quick and brutal; not exactly what she had expected a fight between heroes and villains to be like, but then why should those be any different from fights between regular people? It was still just a street fight, even if half the people involved were wearing silly costumes.

The adrenaline left her body quickly in the aftermath; tiredness from repeated run-ins with bad guys and blood loss from the not insignificant cut in her side reminding her that she was [i]supposed[/i] to be in the hospital right now. She pressed a hand to her side, feeling the dampness under her palm as she tried to apply pressure to the wound; it wasn’t bleeding a lot, but it had been slowly bleeding for a while now and her earlier acrobatics couldn’t have helped. It was as she was thinking of leaving that she saw the psychic make a run for it.

No one moved to pursue him and she herself was in no state to start sprinting. She looked over her shoulder and saw that the guy with all the knives and guns was gone too; he’d made a run for it at some point when she wasn’t looking.

Disappointing.

Weren’t the heroes supposed to catch the bad guys? Neither Grim nor the other guy seemed particularly bothered by the fact that they had gotten away or even did anything to stop it; they just kicked open the door to some apartment building and made their way inside. That seemed as good a sign as any that it was time for her to make her leave. She should probably do or say something about the whole ‘breaking and entering’ thing, but this whole thing seemed like it was above her level. Whatever investigation or… criminal activity they were committing right now was their own business; maybe she’d find out about it on the news tomorrow and then she could go back to chasing after purse snatcher and not getting stabbed.

Grim was looking at her.

“What?” One of hers? “Whatever. Looks like you guys have this covered, so I’m going to back to what I was doing before you showed up.”