Darren lounged on his sofa, TV remote clasped in one hand, laptop on a nearby coffee table. Data on several metahumans was spread out over the flat. He flipped one stack of papers over, and names filled the air. Feral Nova, assorted Knightfalls, Hazard, Rage, Surkit, Lord Machina, and so on. When the miniature cyclone settled, one small stack of papers was on the table. The folder was headed 'Homicide'. Darren grinned, stood and turned towards a neatly folded costume. He held up the costume and slowly began to pull it on.
Darren sighed as he looked around. "I have no idea what I'm doing." He said aloud, shaking his head. "How do these superheroes track down villains to battle?" He asked, more out of desperation than any actual interest in the answer. He lowered himself from his perch upon a lamppost, landed neatly, and placed his fingers at his temples, the slightly garish horns on top of his skull tuning into the police radio frequency. Pretty soon, information came across about a jewellery store robbery. The alert had been sounded when two guards had been found dead. The method matched Homicide's M.O. Darren took of at a run, his sprint cut short when a speeding car slammed into his side. The driver didn't slow down, and Darren lay there in pain for a moment, before he slowly stood up, a small smirk on his face. "I'm fine. Really." He remarked, made sure his armoured suit hadn't been damaged, and set off at a run, limping slightly.
He found the jewellery store easily. The guards were dead, killed with a sword, it looked like. "Just my luck." Darren muttered, then entered, his eyes tracking the shadows with a slightly scared look on his face. "Homicide was definitely here...But she isn't now...So the question is: Where'd she go?" Darren sighed. "Well, looks like I don't have to worry about any psycho chicks today. I guess I'll go home." He turned towards the door, frowning slightly, a little disappointed.