The crowd was milling about now, most of them clearing off after that crazy fight.

Kitty could see why.

Villains winning made normies nervous.

She wasn’t worried though, she was a supe too.

“Well, well, well, Machinegun Kitty, with the double D titties. What are you doing here, hotness?”

Kitty almost gagged, if she wasn’t mostly mechanical she may have; she made a retching sound all the same, turning to face the one who spoke.

She pulled her oversized baggy coat over her shoulders, covering herself up as much as possible. Clearly the letch sneering at her had gotten a look at her.

“Mr.Mohawk, you’re looking as sleazy as ever,” her visor screen face display made a brick wall unhappy face emoji. “Botox hasn’t been kind to you,” she added venomously.

He sneered and loomed over her, a power type supe he was a danger this close. He was tall, taller than her, even on her bionic legs. And though he looked lean and lanky, power types like him were all about getting physical. She had seen him go up against Red Devil once, he had lost, but not by much. He only lost because of Red being an Omni Type and having more than just Power typing.

Kitty was a tactician type, all brains they said, her weakness had led her to body mods. But she didn’t like how close he was.

He reached out, taking hold of one of the drawstrings on her hoodie, twirling it slowly.

“Don’t be like that, miss Kitty. Why don’t me and you play Hero and Villain sweetie. I’ll go… gentle… on you.”

“You couldn’t handle my ass, Mo-hork,” she made another gagging sound, the emoticon displayed on her face imitating the action.

Mohawk grabbed her collar roughly, she didn’t resist, he was~

“Hey! We got a problem here?”

Kitty looked around Mohawk to see the dinosaur guy from the pit with, Red Devil walking towards them. He was kinda cute up close. His long hair was down, blowing in the wind, his dusty strained cover-all’s straining across his muscular chest. She’d have sworn he was a power type if she had not just seen it with her own eyes he was an energy type.

“Back off new guy,” Mohawk started.

“Lot more villains here than heroes, Mr.Mohawk,” Kitty hissed at him.

“You really wanna start something,” Red Devil had come up behind Mohawk silent as a ghost. Mohawk was tall for a human, but she was taller.

He craned his neck up to look at her, but he was still smug.

“Go ahead, try it, I know my rites, as a hero I can challenge anyone I want.”

“So, this is a formal game of grab ass, is this?” Red whispered with a smile.

“Yeah, maybe it is. What’s it to~”

SPRUNG-CRACK!

His head was knocked back, the usual signature loadout gatling laser mounted in her chest compartment, swapped out for her everyday boobytrap.

The adjustable power of her weapon cranked up to a hundred and twenty psi.

The spring loaded boxing glove wobbled comically as Mr.Mohawk was lifted right off his feet, dropping him with a thud, pulling her coat down around her waist as he fell at her knees, his jaw crooked, a dazed look on his once smug face.

“Nicely done,” Red Devil laughed.

“Thanks, I guess,” Kitty could have purred hearing the praise from one of the top villains, but didn’t want Red Devil to notice.

“Well, I gotta go, Machinegun Kitty,” she gave Kitty a thumbs up, “Let’s team up some day, and beat up perverts together.”

“Hey, new guy?”

He turned to look at her, his long white-blond hair blowing elegantly in the air.

“Thanks for speaking up,” she wished her faceplate didn’t show her true feelings so openly, the little kitty face making a blush emote.

He smiled, “No worries.”

“Did you know that, well, um, that I’m a villain?”

He shrugged, “Yeah, but, it doesn’t give him the right to put hands on you unless you’re doing villain shit.”

“So, you’re a supe now,” she felt her face getting hot looking at him. “Do me a favour, keep those morals. Especially if you go hero.”

“Don’t think I’ll pick sides,” he pointed at Red Devil, “Though I guess I work for Big Red here.”

“Yeah, and I demand your attention now. I require a malt, chocolate flavoured!”

“Yeah yeah, guess the new guy buys?”

“Yeah, money is what the supe biz is all about,” Kitty said with a sigh. “Wish I’d set a bet before I cleaned Mohawk’s clock.”

“I clearly heard him say he’d bet a million dollars you couldn’t knock him out,” blondie said grinning, “He’s worth it.”

“Me too,” Red Devil chuckled, “Now! Milkshake!”

“Haha, yeah,” the last time Kitty had seen those kinds of numbers was the hospital bill from her leg amputation. The asshole that had chased her parents car off the road in pursuit of a villain had said the villain had been in their car, but it had only been her and her parents. They had actually charged her despite the Hero supe being the cause.Thankfully, her parents had both been smart people too, their life insurance policies had taken care of her.

And her massively increased intelligence had seen her to now. 

She wrapped her coat around her waist, feeling flirty with the new guy. Her visor flipped up so he could see her real face, a scared mess on one side, she still liked her crooked smile.

Yet, in spite of the shock value this guy didn’t look away. He just smiled.

“I heard you were all machine in there,” he chuckled.

“There’s a bit of human left,” she got closer, so close he blushed as her chest brushed his, “Would you like to know more?” Her suit flashed a button icon appearing between her breasts. “Well?”

“Maybe after drinks,” he chuckled, “Thanks for the distraction though, you’re, uh, very lovely. But I have seen alotta people die today, and I think a drink would be better than whoopie.”

“Hey!” Red Devil growled, “Back off hussie-bot two point Oh-no.”

Kitty giggled, “I don’t see a ring on it.” She then turned to the dreamy little mole man, “Kitty,” and held her hand out to him.

He smiled, “I’m Drake-woah!”

He was hoisted up by his suspenders, Red Devil’s tail twisting under his arm snatching him up and dragging him into her arms, smothering his face into her bouncy red bosom.

Kitty sighed, “Now who’s acting like a hussie?”

“Apt-ugh-well I, ugh, I mean,” Red Devil couldn’t even speak. She just floundered audibly, clutching her prized new toy. 

Kitty held up her hands to dissuade her further, her visor flipping down to show a little tongue out kitty cat face. 

Drake peeled himself away from Red Devil.

Kitty looked down at him, “See ya around.” Then she turned, throwing a hiss at Red Devil for measure, not to miss a moment like this to show her idol some sass and vinegar.

“Yeah,” he said quietly, “See ya round.”

She watched them as they walked away, 

Kitty was curious what kind of Supe Drake would end up being. How this world would try to corrupt him like all the others, and if he would wallow in the riches, or fly free like the paupers.