Iron Jaguar D class hero

My name is Simon Kerr, though I am probably more well known as Iron Jaguar. A simple D class superhero with heightened reflexes. And while the A class heroes get a lot more fame and money, us D listers have advantages of our own. We're mostly ignored giving us a lot of freedom and allows us to avoid about 80% of the politics and micromanaging of the Children of the Flash.

There is a buzz and a vibration. My crime alert is going off and there is a break in at a jewelry shop near me. Oh well its been a slow night.

Darting through the city, I get to the shops rooftop. Making a big entrance helps your reputation. I look through the skylight and see the red and black costumes, local losers called the Blood Hawks. A group of low rent thugs that wanna be big players. Some people claim they are my arch nemesis. I smack them around so often, it's hard to disagree if a little embarrassing.

Smashing the skylight I jump down. "Hey, are you guys not sick of me kicking your asses."

They look a little shocked and rush them and throw a hard punch with my metal studded gloves and it bounces off nothing. Shaking feeling into my hand all of us look a bit shocked. "It worked" one of them says as they draw some machine pistols. They start firing as I duck behind some of the display cases. They spread out looking for me, firing every corner they turn.

I keep moving around, jump out and hurling a few heavy discs I use to subdue foes. I throw some at one of the try hards but they bounce off some kind of **** field as well. "Fuck" I whisper under my breath as I dodge more gunfire. I gotta figure something out, I can' stay pinned down like this.

Sirens of the police pull up as a few cops come to investigate. The Blood Hawks fire on them, through the front windows of the store. Of course when the police fire back it just bounces off. Shit, I don't want them gunned down, but at least it bought me a few minutes to think.

A minute of a gunfight with the police there is a rushing sound. The gunfire stops for a second as a familiar voice says "need a hand officers."

The gunfire continues and now focuses on a single point. The voice, it's Lady Powerhouse. A class hero. Superhuman strength, durability, flight, and she can project **** blasts from her hands. She rushes in through the front door and punches one of the blood hawks. Her hit knocks him down but he is quick to get back to his feet.

"Tough boys tonight". She hits another one so hard there is a flash and after being thrown back I see a metal belt he was wearing sparking. The man was knocked out. I rush over and check the **** man. The sounds of the fight between Powerhouse and the Blood Hawks in the background. I find the clip and take the belt off the man.

Lady Powerhouse makes quick work of the men even with their **** fields, but thankfully the police come in and talk to her while taking the other two into custody. Allowing me to sneak out with the first man.

I take him to a back ally and shake and smack him awake.

"What ha..." I lift him up.

"I ASK THE QUESTIONS"

"I need a, a doctor."

"I need to know where this belt came from."

"Please, I"

"Don't fuck with me, I don't have the world looking over my shoulder, I'll let you die alone in the street."

"Someone, working for Big Boss, she gave them to us."

"Why?"

"I... I don't know." He blinks to try and focus. "She just... wanted us to... use them for our..."

There is a rushing sound behind me. "Lady Powerhouse." I say as she lands.

"I was wondering where he went. Should have known."

"I'm done with him take him to the hospital." I tell her.

"Now now now, I think you owe me for saving you." She says with a tinge of humour in her voice.

I turn to face her, I knew better but I do anyway. She stand behind me, about 5 ft 7. Her body is slim betraying her strength. She has long black hair and sut beautiful brown eyes. Her silver and red costume hug her tight curves. God she is so pretty, even with her mask.

"Maybe I do. But this guy..."

She cuts me off. "I found the guy that got away." She yells to the cops wandering around. "Taken care of."

"So what do you have in mind?" I ask her.