There’s no way you could get into more trouble, right?

Hoping for a normal night out on the city, you hope that you can enjoy yourself without needing to get involved with another crime or criminal act. Just because your headache is manageable does not mean you could get by flinging your powers all over the place. The less you use your powers during the night, the better.

You take a few minutes to swap out some parts and pieces on your helmet, namely the screen that obscures your face. It doesn’t take more than 20 minutes to take it apart and put it back together. After cleaning up your mess, you leave your room and let management know that you’ll be out for awhile. You figure that the gesture might be needed to keep a good public image in tact, since despite taking out the villains you haven’t really been around long enough for most people of have gotten word on your recent exploits.

For the most part, you decide to just wander around the city looking for something interesting to pop out at you. Very few places warranted so much as a second glance, and you wonder if you were not in the better part of the city or if it really was that dull.

The nightlife crowd is out in full swing, and your getup doesn’t exactly help you blend in. A few people look at you or speak about you to others like they’ve encountered you once already, while a handful of others appear to have heard about you from somewhere. Everyone else is a great deal more wary of getting any closer to you than necessary. In a city with a frequent population of supervillains, the caution is understandable, if a tad annoying.

But you don’t let their skittishness get to you all that much. Unfortunately, there’s not much you can distract yourself with. You’ve probably been looking out for something to do for just over 30 minutes but nothing has really looked all that fun or interesting to you.

Tempted as you are to call your little adventure a bust for the night, you aren’t giving the time to seriously consider the though before the sound of maniacal laughter echoes in the air, followed by the sounds of projectile energy and a heavy vehicle crashing.

You sign to yourself at the situation.

“Can’t get a fucking break, can I?”