Daniel was sitting down in his car, a cup of coffee, he was ready for the day, his police computer ready, he was glad to be a detective, a man on the inside, he didn't know how he felt about the other Vigilante's roaming around, but he had been the first, he'd started this operation, adopting the alias Law, and now to others were following in his foot-steps, he didn't know how he felt about that, he'd basically become what many described as the world's first superhero, called the live action Batman by some. He had many names, but the names didn't matter, he listened in to the radio,w here people were speaking about the rise in Vigilantism, he knew Law Enforcement had different views, some were glad for the help, others didn't like how Civilians were basically becoming criminals by breaking laws to commit acts of "Justice"

Daniel was of course in support of vigilante's, he just waited for some action, he heard a shooting, and quickly he slipped on his trench coat, and hockey mask, and sped forward, heading towards the scene of the shooting, taking out his own weapon. Bolting out of the vehicle gun at hand, he made his way into an ally, it seemed to be a typical gang fight, only one gun appeared to be involved. One man held a gun, the two men behind him had knives, and there was a teenage boy, and a girl. The Boy had a knife, and the girl seemed to have been caught in the crossfire. "Leave her out of this, " The Armed man raised his gun." You lil bitch!?! U a dumb ass motherfucker! she came on our turf, you did too, Next time you want yo bitch to live, don't be bringing her to our home bruh! OUR HOME!"! He raised his gun prepared to kill both of them.

Daniel sprung into action, with a careful shot he disarmed the gangster, and rushed forward kneeing him int he gut, his two lackey's with knives were stunned but rushed him, the other boy watched. "It's LAW!"! Daniel rushed forward, delivering a series of bicicyle kicks he brought the teens to the ground, moving back as the hit the concrete violently, the 'leader' took out his own pocket knife. "Ight I've been itching to fight one of you costumed clowns. I'll show yall who REALLY runs the streets!!"

Mitch stood in his office, staring out the picture window behind his desk with a somber expression. He had a distinct feeling that there was something missing from his life, though he knew not what it was, nor why it should trouble him as much as it did. 'Maybe it has something to do with that garish skyscraper across town,' He mused, hands clasped behind his back.'My building is an engineering masterpiece! It has it all; glass walkways, cable suspension, integral speakers with precisely calculated harmonics, and even multi-story balconies! And yet those presumptuous fools bought that height is all that matters in architecture! Bah, I have half a mind to just break in, wreck it, and then buy it when it goes on the market.' Mitch turned sharply on his heel, reaching down towards his trusty tablet. With a multitude of taps and swipes, he entered precise commands, the final entry of which merited a ding from the tablet's speaker. Subtly, a whirring began to fill the room as a tracked robot entered the room bearing a cup of coffee, making a bee-line for Mitch and scanning ahead of itself for any changes in the office layout. Coming to a halt in front of him and waiting in a seemingly expectant manner, Mitch grabbed the cup, patted the robot on the 'head', and resumed tapping at the screen with his free hand. "So, I suppose that it's good that when it comes down to things I want to do, I only have half a mind, eh Gordon?" Mitch continued aloud, not caring that Gordon could not respond in any manner. He did that occasionally, treating Gordon as though he were alive, rather than a machine created to serve his ends and protect him if it came down to it.

Suddenly, inspiration struck; Mitch could trash the building, and see if any masked lunatics were about, so that he could antagonize them! Downing the remaining coffee in one swig, Mitch began to rub his hands together in glee. "Let's see what trouble we can get ourselves into, my mechanical compatriot. It's not every night that I get to go destroy something, get things I want for the sheer hell of it, and also see what the people on the street are up to." Mitch said to his automata, who responded by not responding at all. Tapping out a series of commands, Mitch ordered Gordon to dock into the central unit, and change control over to the hexapod version of himself. (The tracked version was his attempt at creating a practical office slave. It was met with minimal success.) Once the transfer was complete, the hexapod followed Mitch as he slipped the jacket, boots, and goggles on, placed the bucket on the central sensing unit, and headed for his elevator.

Once the entire situation was locked down and ready to go, the duo took to the streets, pausing every once in a while to allow the goggled man to rapidly type things onto his tablet as new situations cropped up.

Then, he heard words that were music to his ears; "I'll show ya'll who really runs the streets!" Smirking, Mitch started towards the voice, noticing an angry looking youth brandishing a pocketknife at the one the people called 'Law'. "Now now, gentlemen; there's no need to resort so quickly to violence. Now tell me, young one, were you bothering this man?" Mitch said coolly, gesturing at Law as Gordon sidled up to Mitch, awaiting his next command. "I would hope not, you see, as Terran Tech does not supply you ignorant buffoons with cash for attacking the law. We might be a dirty company, but we aren't cop-killers. Now, if you want the next payment, I suggest you make yourself scarce. I'll talk to this man

Th young pink haired Ji He twirled in the middle of the room she was currently occupied. The wooden floors creeked under her feet at each dance step she took. Cobwebs have foremed inthe highest corners of the ceiling. The glass window that was once clear and see through is now blured and dirty from all the dust. The furnitutres in the room though still seemed to be new. An elegant doll chair sat in front of a well cared wooden desk. Three new models of computers stood side by side, each had it's own keyboard and white pearly mouse. A white fur carpet was spread neatly on the wooden floors. A another wooden table this time low as a coffee table held a pink tea set and sat in front of a comfortable sofa. The room seemed to be old and needed well maintanace--aside from the perfect doll house like furniture. A long mirror was mounted on the wall showing the reflection of the innocent Strawberry. "Such a pretty costume." She giggled happily.

Her giggles were cut by the sound of a gun shot. She wore her gas mask and eye patch and ran to a corner of her room. A string dangled above her, with a few trials she was able to grab hold of it and pulled it down a ladder collapsed to the ground causing a cloud of dust to from at it's feet. She climbed up into the attic which was filled with a mixture of toys ans weapons, mostly bows and arrows were scattered on the ground. She picked up the nearest cross bow and scurried over a window she pulled it open exposing the polluted air in the room.

By the loud sound of the fire she could tell that the commotion was just near her. She stuck her head out of the window and saw the five men, two who seemed to be fighting for the young girl. She smirked watching the two fight. She leaned her head in her hand trying to find a more comfortable position to enjoy the show. "if they don't hurry and they're going to get killed with a bullet." She rolled her eyes dropping the crossbow and climbed out of the window her feet touched the metal ground of the fire escape. As quickly as she could she ran down the metal steps until she was only a flight away from the ground.

"You two look like you need a hand." Doll--her "super hero" name-- said climbing off the railings and leaning into the air. She kicked on of the male's head as she landed next to him. He groaned in pain and charged fro the pink doll, she swept her feet under his causing him to fall off balance. With speed she she slammed her heels onto the back of his head and taking the pocket knife from his hand. She twisted his wrist causing him to let out a scream and struggled to be free. "Now no need to struggle, it'll only hurt more." She hissed twisted forcing the wrist to twist in humanely as possible. She heard a crack from the joint and another scream. Unsatisfied with his punishment she twisted his wrist even more and pressed tired to fold his hand as sat on it breaking the joint causing a fracture that would tame moths to heel. "One down."