Liz watches the hero fly past, wrestling a bear. The real heroes. The ones with the recognition and fame. The role models. The people who every criminal in the city curses the name of, let alone knows. The heroes Liz was striving to be.

It was times like this that she didn't envy them. Times like this that she was glad she was an almost-nobody. She didn't fancy wrestling a bear. She's rather talk a scared kid out of mugging someone, or get a cat down from a tree, or...

She looked ahead of her, and smiled.

Or helping an old lady cross the road.

You may not be saving the city, but every act of kindness you do makes you a hero to one person. And really, that's what being a hero is all about. Of course, getting your bills paid is also nice...

Excalibat sent Liz a message. The bat didn't speak, as such, and it wasn't exactly telepathy as the bat didn't have a brain. Still, it communicated with her. The bat said "Have you noticed the Agent Smith lookalikes?"

Liz as a matter of fact hadn't, and found it a tiny bit odd, but didn't pay any more mind to it. "It's probably just a bunch of business people or something," she sent back to Excalibat, but even as she did, she had her doubts about it. It sounded slightly more suspicious when she thought it.

Everybody had been ignoring the old lady in need because of the spectacle ahead. Nice job breaking it, hero. She turned her bitterness at the crowd into smugness that she was being a better hero than Mr. Whatshisface in this regard, at least.


Beamer approached the old lady, smiling.

"Would you like any help?"