RE: Hero Love [ SexyChick and AtomSmasher ]
There he was, Daniel Dreiberg alias: Nite Owl, walking the lonely and dark streets of the city, in normal everyday citizen's clothes, just trying to make his way home. The lights emanating from the bustling skyscrapers and neon street signs did nothing to brighten the alleys or keep the rain away, yet there he was, walking back to his low end apartment. Now, Laurie was living there, and here he was, with chinese takeout in a thin plastic bag. Where were things going? They didn't have super powers, they were just people in costumes. It wasnt---
The man's thought process was interrupted by the sound of a struggle. Two men, one woman. "Get the fuck off of me! No! Help!" The woman cried out onto deaf ears. Luckily for her, Daniel had been there, but should he help? He was retired. Fuck. Moving and putting down the takeout, before running full strides right into the middle of them. The woman was bent over a garbage can with her skirt around her knees, she was lucky he had shown up. The man dodged punches throwing back some of his own, finally rendering one unconscious with a right hook, sending the first assailant into some trash cans, and while he was admiring his own work, was smashed over the head with a trash can.
Dan was temporarily disabled and on one knee, but recovered. Standing up right at the last moment to stop himself from being stabbed with a knife. Blocking the downward thrust, a heavy punch to the stomach and another hook to the man's dome put him out next to his friend. The woman, filled with relief and gratitude thanked him before running off and disappeared into the night. Moving his hand to the back of his head, feeling where he had been hit, and looking at his hand, he sighed. Blood. Just great. He thought as he retrieved the takeout and finally made his way back to the apartment, putting his key in the door and turning the door knob. . .