Year: 2XX1. Gotham City. The Slums. Time: 21:36. Kasey rolled as she dodged a bullet. Unlike comic and TV and heck, even movies, humans can't really dodge bullets. She had watched an episode of Mythbusters when she was younger. Turns out that a bullet will hit it's human target before the sound of the gun firing even reached your ears. Which meant the only possible way to dodge was to me moving even before the bullet was fired and hope like hell that the shooter was a terrible shot. Or try to be a meta-human. Which Kasey wasn't and which meant that she felt a burn across her arm as she rolled on the ground. Kasey popped up in front of the gun man and a sharp jab to his gut made him bend over. Into her knee. Kasey swore as she stepped out of the falling guy's path and grabbed her arm. She pulled away the bloody fabric and frowned at the cut in her upper arm. It stung like an SOB, but it was just a graze. She young woman sighed and crouched next to the unconscious bad guy. She rummaged around his packets until she found his cell. She used it to call 911 before she left the scene. Just a year ago she would have never believed you if you had told her she'd be a vigilante. Especially not in the world that had Green Lanterns, Flash, Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, and other famous Super Heroes. Hailing from Gotham, she had used Batman and his sidekicks as role models. Or had used them as such. Nowadays everything was backwards. Even to a girl who grew up in the slums. Less than a year before all the Supers, Villains and Heroes alike, left. No one really know where they went, but they were gone. Of course the world still kept turning. People like Kasey found themselves taking up mantels. Some wanted to do good. Others, not so much. The young woman stepped out of the alley and onto the sidewalk. Not a lot of people were around this time of night and she slunk off down the block before catching a public bus. One thing about not wearing a costume was being able to pass as normal on public transport. Plus, since it was dark no one noticed the bloody cut. Even if they did, it was the slums, no one cared. Kasey pushed the hood of her jacket off her head and exposed her back hair. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her cell and called up her best friend. "Hey." Other: 2XX1, Some time in the future. There are NO superheroes/ villains around that are cannon. If you try I will ignore you. :) However made up one are 100% ok. No plot planned. Go for it.