Jemima spent hours on the street that night fighting every piece of scum she could find, her wrist bracelet beeped incessantly, telling her that she’d moved up another four levels in security, bringing her to a six.

Around her twentieth mob, she ran into a Tesla Prince Clockwork, a particularly nasty and hard to fight enemy. Jemima chided herself for being too overzealous as she ran from the robotic fiend. She could hear the clank of his metal feet on the sidewalk as he gave chase behind her.

Jemima looked behind her to see how far back he was, and ran smack into someone that was coming around the corner as she approached it. The two females collided and lay on the ground for a second, their heads spinning from the collision. As they rose to their feet they each saw why the other was running, “Behind you!” they both yelled. Jemima used Bone Smasher on the Hellions that were following the other woman, and the green haired vixen fired a glowing green beam of energy through the chest of the Tesla Prince that pursued Jemima.

“Thanks.” Jemima said with a warm smile.

“No problem, thank you.” the green haired woman said.

The two women looked each other up and down for a second, taking in one another’s appearance.

“Out a little late aren’t ya cutie?” the green haired woman asked, getting a blush from Jemima. The woman smiled at Jemima, she thought that she was the sweetest thing she’d ever seen. “My name’s Hariot, Half-Life Hariot.” The woman said extending a hand.

Jemima smiled, “Wonder Wet Lynn.” she said with a smile and an extended hand.

The two shook hands and continued smiling. “Y’know I have a sister that’s like you.” Hariot said with a giggle.

Jemima gave her a puzzled look. “What do you mean like me?” she asked.

Hariot shrugged, “Well, an adult baby of course!” she said with a big grin and a laugh.

Jemima’s bare feet slapped loudly on the rain soaked rooftop as she ran across it. The city shone brightly after the storm it had been experiencing over the past day or so, and Jemima couldn’t be happier. As she neared the edge of the roof her heart began to race with exhilaration, and she squealed with delight as she leapt of the edge when she reached it.

Hariot smiled widely at the cuteness that Jemima exuded. Swooping down Hariot caught Jemima under her arms in mid-air and carried her high above the sprawling cityscape.

“Having fun!?” Hanna yelled down to the giggling Jemima.

“This is awesome!” Jemima hollered back up to her pilot.

The pair had been playing “Airplane” all morning, and neither showed signs of tiring of the game.

“What’s going on down there?” Jemima asked as they flew near some smoke billowing from an alley below.

“Looks like a fire.” Hariot responded and dropped her altitude to get a better look.

As they got closer to the alley they saw that the smoke was coming from a pile of burning Clockwork minions, they also saw that there was currently a fight going on with a hero and another handful of Clockwork.

“Let me go!” Jemima yelled.

Hariot released her grip and let Jemima drop to the ground with a loud crash as the pavement shattered beneath her. Recovering quickly from the landing Jemima ran headlong into the fray. Electrical bolts seared the air around her as they went by, and she leapt stone feet first into the small mob, sending them, mostly in pieces, to the ground.

Stomping the still twitching Clockwork Jemima turned to check on the hero she’d aided. “Not you again!” she yelled when she saw Dementia’s Knight dusting himself off.

“I could say the same for you pint size.” he said as he sheathed his sword.

“Thousands of heroes in the city and I have to save you?” she said with a scoff.

“Hmm, just lucky I guess.” he said and turned to leave.

“That’s all I get? Not even a ‘thanks for the help’?” she asked bitterly.

Dementia’s Knight shrugged and turned around, “Never asked for it, so why should I thank you?” he asked.

Jemima fumed, she charged up a fist and took a swing at him, hitting him square in the chest and sending him flying backward.

As he skidded to a halt Jemima stood mouth agape. “I hit you.” she said dumbly.

Dementia’s Knight sat up with a groan, “Very perceptive of you.” he said as he held his chest.