Jason walked home through the dark city.

He had stayed after school to work on a volunteer project. Hours of taping, gluing, and cutting, just for a school event. You could say he wasn't the most sporty person in the school.

Brian was, you guessed it, football team. The most dorky jock out there, of course. How on Earth does he do it?

Every alleyway he passed by Jason found himself glancing into, checking for some criminal lingering in the shadows. The moon was a slim crescent in the sky. All the light pollution from the busy city blocked any stars from shining through.

On the dark sidewalk the only light came from the dim street lamps and skyscrapers. A police car whirred by, red and blue flashing lights shining onto the bland buildings. Jason looked up, a faint orange dot was growing in the distance. At the end of the street, a building was on fire. Didn't Dad say there was one yesterday?

Jason started running towards the flaming building, his backpack bouncing. On queue a fire truck rolled down the street. He ran harder, stopping at the curb. The building had fire raging out the bottom windows. Firemen sprayed it with hoses, powerful beams of water trying to quench the fire.

"We need men on the top floor!" The captain shouted, "there is a person trapped up there!"

"The door for the stairs is blocked!" another firemen replied.

A shadowy figure on top of the building caught Jason's eye. The figure jumps off of the building, midair it shoots a grappling hook inside the window. It disappears inside the smoky building, the fire alarm loudly shrieking in Jason's ears.

He felt his heart pounding in his head. The firemen had noticed but still blasted water in the first and second floors. All the sounds go silent for a moment. Alarms, crackling of fire, shouts, screams, and all be heard was the streaky beat of his heart.

Jason took out his phone and aimed the camera at the building. Suddenly a giant burst of fire and smoke exploded out of the building. He felt the heat wave pass by him, the air warming up immediately.

The vigilante figure jumps out of a still intact window, a on its back. He watches as the figure lifts its arms up, and it glides down with fabric flaps from its wrists to hips. Quickly the figure sets down the child. Before anyone can say a word the vigilante is gone in a burst of smoke.

"I need to know who that is," Jason shook his head.

He walked over to the nearest emergency stairwell on a building. Jason reached up and pulled down the metal ladder, the cool metal pressing against his skin. Carefully he climbs up the stairs, trying not to make any noise. For some reason he had a feeling the vigilante would be on the rooftops. Jason reached the top and pulled himself on top of the building.

"Oh that was a lot harder then it looks," Jason bent over, breathing heavily, "this better be worth it."

He stands straight up and swivels his head to look around. Nothing was on top of the building or any building near it. Jason sighed, sitting on the ledge of the building. The familiar sounds of sirens, car horns, and occasional shouting was even louder up here.

His parents wouldn't be too worried about him, they knew he was staying after school for a while. He stared up at the blank cloudy sky, wishing the stars showed for once. A tiny sound behind him caught his attention but he didn't turn.

"Move your bag alway from you or I shoot you," a scratchy voice behind him says.

Jason freezes, he slowly pushes his bag away from him. He turns around to see a common thug pointing a gun at him. A dark movement behind the figure catches his attention.

Quickly a gleaming object goes through the thugs' shoulder, turning red as it goes through. The vigilante grabs the thug and slams him against the internal stairwell wall. Jason breaths heavily, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

"Tell me!" The vigilante shouts at the criminal, "who do you work for!?"

"No one, mask," the thug laughs.

"The thing is," the vigilante drags him over to the edge, "you don't want to die a painful death."

"I can't tell you! He will kill me."

"It's me or him," the vigilante hisses, "who are you more scared of?"

"There's only a street name!"

"Talk! Now!"

"The Incinerator," the thug holds his hands up, "that's all I know I swear!"

The vigilante moves him away from the edge. Still the vigilante punches the thug in the jaw, knocking him out. As the vigilante took rope out and ties the thug up, Jason moved away from the figure.

"Don't try moving away," the vigilante said, "I still know you're there."

"W-What do you want?" Jason stammered, "please don't hurt me..."

"I'm not."

"Who are you?"

"You seriously think I will answer that?" The vigilante turned around, Jason seeing her face for the first time.

The vigilant-girl wore a black, with dark green outfit. A green cape reached her ankles, where green combat boots were. She wore a black hood, hiding most of her face. Still she had a black mask over her eyes and nose.

Most of her outfit was black except the cape, tight gloves, and boots. Two of her weird three spiked weapons were hung on her belt. Along with a small grappling hook, sharp throwing stars, and a couple hidden objects.

"Word of advice," the vigilante said, "don't come looking for me."

"What if I want to," Jason challenged.

"Good luck."

The vigilante backflips off the side of the building, her cape forming into the glider flaps. Jason runs to the edge of the building, grabbing the concrete. He only spots a blur of black shoot into a dark alleyway then disappear into the night.