Battle-Cat, A Middling Vetran

The first time you'd ever donned your cat-themed mantle and patrolled the rooftops you were had only been a teenager. It had been the best moment of your life. How many years had you spent hiding the fact you were special from all of your normal friends? You were going to be a super-heroine! You were going to stop bad guys and maybe get invited to the Heroic Legion!

Your powers weren't incredible sure, however they weren't weak either. You had incredible speed, strength, and agility. You could see in the dark and hear a whisper half-a-mile away. You were tough too, able to coat your body with a psionic "coat" that could stop small-arms fire. Then there were your claws. Long, retractable blades of psionic energy that could tear through solid steel. You weren't going to stop Demento with that kind of powerset, but other heroes has joined the Heroic Legion without even having any powers.

Now, you were tired. It had been your thirty-second birthday last week and you'd barely even noticed. The indescribable wonder of your first adventures had dulled to routine.

Ultimately, you did become a member of the Heroic Legion. Albeit, you were only on the main team for a single year before you'd been sent to the "reserve" roster. You knew the big heroes and had their phone numbers, but none of them ever went out of their way to seek a team-up. Most of the time, you fought bank-robbers and middling villains in your home city. You knew that you weren't supposed to yearn for world-imperiling havoc, but you longed for the odd occasion when the Heroic Legion called up the entire reserve to fight a world-ending threat. It was only in those moments you felt like you were really doing something meaningful with your powers. With your life.

Consider today? The villain you were fighting was one of your frequent foes. A smell, overweight nerd who called himself Fan-Dom and was basically obsessed with you. At least someone was. It wasn't like you had many fans, villainous or otherwise.

He'd set up an elaborate dungeon for you to fight your way through if you wanted to rescue a **** villain. You were almost flattered by the effort that it had gone into it. You had to cross a floor with rapidly-moving sensors, testing your speed to the utmost. His attack-bots shot lasers calibrated to partially by-pass the specific frequency of your psionic coating. A heroine without your agility never would have stood a chance, faced with his assortment of traps and challenges.

You noted to yourself that this was better thought out then the trap he'd previously laid for you. You were actually working up a sweat this time. For a moment, it was easy to actually enjoy being a superheroine again...

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