Silent Night [Sheikhan/Open]

A girl with a long trench-coat that went to her knees, opened in front, with a green shirt, a maroon pants, that matched her hair an eyes. It was late, nearing mid-night, and one guy appeared before her, after she took a short-cut down an alley.

"Well well well, /what/ do we have here??" he said with a dark grin on his face. He stood easily over the 5'7" girl. His voice was gruff, and his appearance was gruffer more, as he walked to block her way.

"Can I help you?" The girl asked, her voice bland, dis-interested, maybe a bit tired.

"Well you see, We're lost" A second man, just as big, but with wider shoulders. "We were hoping you could give us some dir-" he had been about to say 'directions' before the girl cut him off.

"Not a chance" was what she said, and turned to cut down the opening into another alley, avoiding the one before her, and the one behind her, but running her face straight smack dab, into a third guy.

"Gah!" she said, backing up, holding her nose where she had run it into the third guy. "What the he- Where'd you come from" she asked, twisting around as she bumped into the second guy, who had walked up behind her.

The third guy spoke up. "I think you oughtta help us" he said seductively, with a wolf-ish grin on his face, as the three people advance on her, to stop her from darting and running.

"And, *I* Think you morons ought to let her go." About 10 feets above them, was Zara Luthor, also known, as Supergirl-prime. She was of course, in her Supergirl-prime guise. Cracking her fists, she then said, "Before you make me do something I REALLY want to do to you morons..."

It felt like an average winter night.

The breeze was cold. The moon was hidden in the fog of clouds. It was all a normal day in the darker side of Jump. Of course, Britain never minded the angry glares and the popping sounds of cracking fists from the bigger and badder villains as he moved confidently down the alleyways. His head was average height, looking forward rather then up. His movement was lanky, yes, but also in a march. His hands were shoved in his pant pockets, the stick of dynamite in his vest pocket. He looked dapper, no doubt, and was ogled by very few of the women.

He was happy about this.

He loved the ogles.

Still, the cry of a woman was something he hated hearing. He was no hero; he hated the shrill cries. It hurt his ears. He grunted slightly as he quickened his pace into a light jog towards the girl. There were others around, and he knew it'd be risky.

He could end up breaking his nose. He would hate for that to happen. He slowed himself to a crouching walk, dynamite in hand, lighter in the other.

He kept himself behind the massive trash can, his head popping from the side to watch.

"All 5 of you are morons" she said, though she had only seen 4 people. The three big guys surrounding her, one grabbing her arms and placing them behind her back, in what he thought was a vice grip, and in fact, it was, to most people, except Sheikhan. But before she could even think about breaking out, which she wasn't really thinking of doing anyways, A silver thing was raised to her head, with a little barrel shaped thing before a metal tube, which was pushed against her temple now.

"Shut up, the both a ya" The man said, holding the revolver gun, as all three started backing up, pulling Sheikhan with them. "Or I'll fire.", and he wasn't bluffing either. Sheikhan, feeling the hollow tube on her temple, turned as she was starting to be forced back, looking into the hollow tube, it was too dark to see in it.

"Hey... why's your..." she started to ask, with a confused look on her face, and in response, got a nasty pull from the guy behind her. "Johnny said to be quiet. Or he'lll shoot ya, and if YOU!" he said, looking up at Zara. "Follow us, the girl's dead." All three guys were big, Towering over Sheikhan by almost a foot, and all looked as if they could each one of them, be able to kill a person.

Zara just smirked. Threaten? To shoot their hostage? It was just sad that people from Metropolis could be so stupid sometimes. Although, she frowned when she called her a moron. Gritting her teeth, she then thought to herself, Calm down, Zara, you're supposed to be an anti-hero. Although, maybe framing her later for something wouldn't hurt. Then, she smirked again. "Are you hoods dense, or just plain stupid? Does the term, 'Faster than a locomotive' Not register in your tiny brains?" Then, she flew right at the guy with the revolver, aiming an uppercut right for his face.

Britain wasn’t looking forward to actually using his dynamite. It was only for show, really. Still, he should. Maybe he’d be able to get out without the girl calling him a hero. He wasn’t a hero. He used his head is all. Anyone would do that. Right? He sure hoped.

And seeing as another girl was charging towards the rather large men, he took his lighter, and the bulb of fire lit. Placing it to the wick, he tossed it. “Move out of the way!” She ordered. He was talking to the girls, of course. He managed to roll from behind the trash can and in the middle of the alley. He waved his arms, hoping they’d be able to leave before detonation. And hopefully, this dynamite would be the slower one he created.

He’d feel somewhat remorseful.

Only slightly.

Sheikhan's eyes looked forward again, her eye no longer going down the barrel of the revolver, and watched past the flying girl, flying by a power, rather than the good old fashion kind, she thought slightly irritated by that fact. But something caught her eye ahead, of her. And then that thing that had caught her eye... Well hit her... in the eye. "ouch!" she said, wriggling one hand free to catch that long red thing that bound off her head.

It was cylindrical, she thought, holding it, and looking down at it. It also had one end bursting in little yellow things bouncing off the end of a small rope that hung off of one end. This she inspected closer, bringing it closer to her face. The guys, except the holding her other hand behind her back, dived to the side, to try and scramble behind some things. The guy behind her, lurched back, taking her arm with his, and she stumbled, due to the difference in weight and mass, but held her ground. "Hey... I'm looking a something" she said, looking forward again, and saw the flying girl seemingly about to ram into her. "Uhm..., Hi... Moron?" she said quickly, guessing she didn't have much more time to say anything else unless Zara reeled off in a different direction.