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Super Duper

She led two lives.

One was her backstory and one was her hidden identity.

On one hand, the death of her parents left her an orphan, forced to go through major life events like losing a tooth, her first straight A report card, and puberty with only the care of a butler to help her.

On the other hand, she grew up with the privilege and name of said dead parents and the training of said butler, leading her into the role of a hero. She wasn't a hero for selfless reasons, of course. Vengeance was to be had on those who took innocent lives from the world, just as her parents had been taken from her. It was there her life was split, dividing the civilian and the protector into separate compartments. It was safer that way, both for her city and for herself.

During the day, she was editor and chief of the newspaper, creating documents to showcase the city's events worthy of being told. At night, she watched the streets of New York from above, perched on rooftops and lounging on the telephone poles. Higher vantage points gave her a better view of the situations that may have been arising. That, plus the trackers broadcasted in front of her eyes by the screens in her mask definitely helped. She wasn't going to deny it; her technology was the reason she was able to keep up with the crime raging below.

She was, however, quick to follow with the fact that it's not what the person has that makes them a hero, it's how they use it. And boy, did she know how to use it well. Missions in the beginning were like taking out the trash, a simple sweep of her hand and a call to the police and the bad guy was safely out of the way. Things got hairier as time went on, but it only meant she had to develop better gear. Everything was going just fine, which is why she was fairly annoyed with the universe when it dropped him on her door step.

"Afternoon, partner."

She cringed, training her eyes on the bank's window. "Not your partner."

"Sure I'm not," he chirped. "What's the sitch down there?"

"Go home."

"So...a robbery?"

"If you must know," she huffed, sitting back on her heels. "Helion's planted biochemical agents around the bank's entrances, set to go off when someone walks in or out of the building. I also think there is a remote control that will enable him to set it off when he leaves with the cash."

"Hostages? What kind of agent? Is there a timer as well? When did this start?"

She pursed her lips, staring at him until he stopped talking. "You're certainly well equipped for this fight."

Her tag along was a lean, mean, make Annabeth mad machine. The Wavemaker, name pending, was new to the scene. A few months back, he had shown up at one of her battles, a ski mask pulled over his face and water swirling around his body like armor. From then on, he was always on her tail. He insisted he was there to help and while he has put away his fair share of baddies, she found him to be a nuisance beyond nuisances. What with his quips and his powers and his insufferable thereness, Annabeth was sure she was going to somehow drown him in the Hudson.

"If you disable the ones at the window, then I can get in there to help the hostages."

"Hush."

He leaned into the breeze zipping over the roof, his hair ruffling like a raven's wing. "Tryin' to help."

"Well don't, I can do this myself."

"Everyone needs a partner."

She grumbled, zooming in on the gunman pacing just inside. "Not me, Seaweed Brain."