Reluctantly Fighting Crime

"God damn it." Jimmy is floating thirty feet in the air scanning the labyrinth of ally-ways below. He couldn't help but think of everything better he could be doing with his Friday night. He could be shit faced and plowing some wasted wanna-be actress in her mid thirties instead of flying around looking for some low life fugitive. His train of thought is broken by a crackling in his ear.

"See anything up there?" A soft, high voice asks. That voice is why he's doing this of course. Or, rather, the damn fine body that body is attached to. That was the story of Jimmy's life, anything for a shot at getting laid. Anything. Even using his newfound super powers to fly around in the freezing ass cold at three in the morning.

"Not a thing Lady Spite. We may as well call it a night, the information you got must be..." He trails off as he notices a silhouette step into the ally along 4th street, glancing around frantically. Shit. If he doesn't say anything he can get to his nice, comfy, bed but if he helps Lady Spite like he agreed to it would really help his chances of getting into her pants...