No, but when has that ever stopped anyone?

It was still hard for you to get your head around it all, that just a few weeks ago you were pushing the seemingly endless streams papers around for the league dreaming of this big day. That you were walking the streets of Acropolis not as a responsible citizen, but as one of its defenders, albeit one with a vast amount to learn.

“So what’s the assignment?” You ask eagerly, stretching and limbering yourself up, while your mentor Hans stifles a yawn.

“Just a simple patrol round this park, nothing too taxing,” Hans replies while gesturing the surrounding peaceful green backdrop.

“Oh, is that it?” You ask sounding a little dejected.

“You’re not ready for anything dangerous, Jah,” Hans replies in a calm tone, rubbing his forehead.

“I suppose not,” You admit, still unable to hide your disappointment, you had spent the last few days mentally preparing yourself for your first assignment.

“I know you’re eager to get stuck into this, it’s how you got your name Jah,” Hans says in a reassuring tone, placing a hand on your shoulder and giving you a small smile.

“I guess, I just was expecting more,” You reply, looking around at the various park goers, feeling slightly unnerved by how many were doing double takes at your costume.

“In good time, besides villains attack anywhere and everywhere so keep that guard up Jah?” Hans says before sniffing the air and taking off in a short jog which gets your heart racing with excitement as you take after him. You were eager to see what your mentor had reacted to, wondering if he might have somehow honed his senses to literally smell crime.

Needless to say, you were more than a little disappointed when you caught up and found him rubbing his hands together while looking at a food stand. You quickly look around in the hopes that there might be a crime going on nearby and that the food cart was just a coincidence, but all you see are a large group of busty women out on an early morning jog. The closest any of them were to committing any crime was the various garish work out clothes, but for one it wasn’t a crime and even then it’s not like you were in a position to comment on people’s outfits.

Fast Hans turns to face you, the follows your line of sight to the group of joggers a broad smile spreading across his face for a moment before he composes himself. “Alright Frau Beaver, you’re first official duty is to get me a black coffee from zat food stand, while I’ll liaise with those fine citizen und enquire about any potential crimes,” Hans says in an authoritative tone which snaps you out of your daze.

“You can count on me,” You reply with a confident tone, earning a respectful nod from your mentor as he makes his way to the group of joggers.

You make your way to the food stand and take in a deep breath, enjoying the fresh air punctuated with the pleasant aromas of fresh coffee and hot food. While you still were hoping your first assignment might get a bit more exciting, you had to admit that being out here in the park was much nicer than being stuck behind your old desk.

The line quickly goes down and soon your standing before the cheerful owner of the stall. “Why hello there, guessing by that outfit that you’re with the league?” The stall owner asks with a smile.

“Yeah,” You reply, feeling slightly embarrassed and incredibly thankful that your mask at least somewhat hid your identity.

“Yeah I figured as much, dressed like that and not demanding the money from my till, you’re a hero,” The stall owner continues with a smile, his words filling you with a sense of pride that melts away your earlier nerves about how revealing your costume was. “So what do we call Acropolis’s newest heroine?”

“Eager Beaver, at your service,” You reply even going as far to give the stall owner a polite bow.

“Heard the one about wood yet?” The Stall owner jokes giving you a genuine smile.

“Not yet, Sorry, I’m still fairly new,” You reply nervously

“Ah I’m just yanking your chain, you’ll hear it eventually and worse I imagine,” The stall owner says, before quickly moving onto a new topic before you have a chance to work out what he meant. “So what can this humble purveyor of foods do you, Miss Beaver,”

“Oh just a back coffee for my mentor,” You begin gesturing to where Fast Hans was having an animated conversation with the joggers. “And I’d like a....,” You begin before something just behind the stall owner catches your eyes and distracts you.

You see a group of three rough-looking men pointing an gesturing towards a young woman in business wear walking ahead of them. The three men share a nod and begin to follow the woman, it could be nothing, but the whole thing seems off.

“Sorry I’ll be right back,” You say distractedly quickly jogging past the food stall and making your way toward the three men.

You follow the three men for a couple of minutes before they finally confirm your suspicions, breaking into a run and grabbing the woman and covering her mouth. You had no idea if it was a robbery, **** or what, all you knew was that these men were up to no good and the woman needed help. You break into a full sprint as the men wrestle with the woman one of her black high heels flying to the floor as she flails her legs in desperation.

You quickly close on the three thugs and laying one out with a quick slam of your palm into his solar plexus, knocking him back and winding him. You feel something whoosh past your head as you instinctively duck under the second thug's arm, transferring your weight onto one foot and using the momentum of your quick step to throw a kick into the second thug's right leg. The second thugs already off-balance from his own attack collapses to the floor leaving just one left.

Thankfully your timely intervention hadn’t given the thugs a chance to prepare and the woman they had assaulted had already broken free. She was safe and out of harm's way, leaving you facing the third assailant with a big smile on your face. Finally, a chance to try out the hero's voice you had been practising all weekend.

“Give it up, criminal, You stand before the Eager Beaver and I won’t let you harm this citizen,” You announce in a loud and proud manner, the line giving you a warm tingle as you internally fan girl at finally getting to be the hero you had dreamed of being.

“Eager Beaver eh? If you’re so eager I got some wood for that mouth of yours right here,” The third thug replies in a leering tone, grabbing his crotch to unnecessarily emphasise his meaning.

At least that explains what the owner of that food stall meant, you think to yourself before lowering yourself into one of the stances your mentor had taught you. “Last chance creep, give it up before I put you down lie your friends,” You report preparing your muscles for what was about to happen next.

“Oh, I’m going to enjoy wiping that smile off your face, then putting it back on when your screaming on my cock,” The third thug replies, pulling out a knife and luging for you.

The knife wasn’t expected but didn’t really affect your plan. With a quick thought, your tail rapidly expands slamming into the floor and propelling you up and over the knife-wielding thug. As you sail over him your reach down and grab him by the collar of his shirt and his left shoulder, then as gravity pulled you back down to earth, your transfer the momentum through the thug's body, pulling him back and over you and slamming into the ground.

Fortunately, the thug was slammed into the relatively forgiving surface of the grass, rather than concrete otherwise you might have done him a serious injury. Naturally, you’re afforded some legal protection from injuring bad guys, hell you filed enough of those forms in your time, but that didn’t keep you safe from eager lawyers willing to argue excessive ****.

You turn and face the terrified woman in the business wear and we’re about to give her the practised, your safe now citizen no need to thank me speech when the second thug grabs you from behind. Before you can free yourself from the amateur hold, the first thug throws a thick liquid into your face. A thick smell overwhelms you for a moment.

Focus still on the safety of the woman rather than concern for what was now coating your face, you prepare to break free and take the thugs down. However, before you can throw an elbow into his ribs, the second thug drops you and starts to run.

“Let’s get the hell out of her man,” Thug 1 yells

“What about Jack,” Thug 2 replies

“He ain’t getting up and we need to get out of here before any of her friends get here,” Thug 1 replies, his voice getting further away from where you are.

Using your tail and altering the texture of it to wipe the thick sticky substance from your face, you finally can open your eyes, you head swimming with whatever the stuff was.

“Thank you, you saved me,” The businesswoman says with a big smile.

“Don’t mention it, it’s what we do,” You reply, not quite feeling up to delivering the speech you had prepared given two of the culprits had gotten away. Still, you had one of them and with any luck, he’d give up his friends.

Giving the Young woman a quick smile, you lift the **** thug over your shoulder and make your way back to the food stall, where two cops were queuing for some morning sustenance.

“I caught this one attack a woman over there, doesn’t seem to be a villain so can I hand him over to you guys?” You ask, feeling your vision swim slightly as you lower the thug onto the floor.

“Sure,” One of the officers replies slapping the thug across the face to make sure they were still alive. The strike causes the thug to groan which is enough to satisfy the officer of the criminal's wellbeing, promptly cuffing the man.

You stumble over to a nearby bench clutching your head, which was spinning, a heat starting to radiate through your body. You had no idea what that gunk that was thrown in your face was, but you quickly suspect that it was responsible for why you were feeling as strange as you were. Your vision starts to blur and the sounds of the park seem to muffle as if you were listening to them through a wall. You hear someone call your name, but you were too dizzy to make out who had come to help you.