Go inside Fonzie’s office.

Cassie gulped hard, unable to silence the voice that had led her to this place in the first place that night. Clenching her fists tightly, she phased through the window and touched down on the floor before Alfonso. The young blonde did her best to try to ignore the block of ice forming in her stomach as Fonzie folded her arms and crossed her legs, looking the purple, yellow, and black-clad heroine up and down.

"...So, my arch-nemesis, to what do I owe the pleasure of your arrival this evening?" Fonzie inquired, her voice dripping with her well-practised-but-obviously-fake Brooklyn accent.

"I...I don't know," Starslip lied, rubbing her arm.

Fonzie sneered. "Yes, you do. Just say what's on your mind."

Starslip's violet eyes narrowed, glaring a hole through Fonzie's head. At that moment, she felt tremendous anger and wanted desperately to smack that smug look off of the mob boss' face. To knock her to the floor, ****, and then drag her to the police. But she didn't. She couldn't. Not only had Fonzie's lawyers managed to acquit her of all her wrongdoings, but the city was clamping down more on vigilante justice. So, instead, she just spoke about what she felt about the woman.