Nothing?

There was no one outside my window, which immediately put me one guard. I slipped out of my bedroom and into my bathroom, sliding on the entirety of my blue costume and headed for my bedroom window again. Still, there was no one outside. Now I was seriously on edge, I reached under my bed and grabbed my bo. The sound didn't happen again, so I relaxed. At least I almost did before the sound of an impact on the roof shook the building.

I ran towards my window, and leaped out onto the fire escape, climbing up further as the sounds of combat got closer and closer.

Now, any sane or rational person, especially one with the injuries I sustained from Atomic Skull, would run away at the first sign of super-powered ****. But I am no ordinary sane person. I arrived to the top of the ladder, knocking it down with my staff, and climbed onto the roof. On the roof there was a duel of the ages, at least... kinda.

I saw the massive woman from yesterday, locked in combat with an enormous man, his skin was a pale yellow and he was dress in a purple armor, with a black hood that clung to his head. Mongul, the enemy of Superman.

About twenty feet away was a blue woman, with pointed ears and long purple hair, dressed in black armor with shining silver pauldrons. She was fighting a woman who looked remarkably similar to Mongul, tall pale yellow skin, and solid red eyes. The differences were she is obviously *ahem* female. Her armor was more of a one-piece purple swimsuit than anything protective. She also had long red hair tied up in a ponytail. The blue woman slammed her fist into the yellow woman's chin and knocked her back.

Ten feet from that fight was another of the yellow people, his skin darker in complexion than the other's. He was shirtless, showing off his burly chest decorated with scars, his pants were armored and he had a helmet that covered his eyes. He was swinging wildly at the woman he was fighting, who was dodging out of the way of all of his attacks without breaking a sweat. She had pale grey skin and pink hair that she had styled up. Her outfit consisted of mostly black leather with a purple choker. She giggled and waved her hands, as pink energy crackled off, making the figure stumble.

The shirtless one growled, "Stop moving, let me destroy you!"

Again, any reasonable person would look at the three fights going on on the top of this building and go; 'Nah, think I'll pass, thanks though!' and return to their daily life. I unfortunately am incapable of doing that.

Now the real question...