“Ladies, this is no way to meet me.” The figure stepped through the door and put his hands on his hips. He wore a plain white t-shirt tucked into well worn and faded blue jeans. There was no emblem, no utility belt, and no cape. His feet were clad in ankle high chuck Taylor’s. The only thing hiding his identity was the domino mask.
“What do we have here?” The short woman turned to face the man. “Must not be much, because he ain’t got a costume.”
“Red Racer, it takes more than a silly costume to be a hero.” The young man smiled at the short red dressed woman.
“You must be one of them over all types. Decent strength, toughness, reaction, flexibility.” The woman stepped forward placing her hands on her hips. “Jack of all trades, no specialty.” She smirked and glanced back at Crag, who carried a large ATM on her shoulders.
“You have no idea.” The man shook his head slowly then tilted it forward. “All that matters is I am going to stop you.”
Red Racer let out a sharp HA and zipped forward. Her fists darted in on the plainly dressed man, but not a single one landed. The man either shifted out of range or deflected the blows to the side.
A quick change of his feet, and the man sent a triple punch that landed on Red Racer’s face. Bruises and a cut showed when he stopped.
Red Racer fell with a moan and struggling to get up.
The ATM clanged to the ground.
“You should’t hit girls.”
Crag stomped forward, her fists curled and rising.
“Look, Crag. You don’t want to do this.” The young man held his hands up and stepped back a few paces. “You can just surrender and make this easier on yourself.” The cocky smile never left the man’s face.
Crag brought a fist down with blinding speed. The only resistance she felt was the ground and left a beachball sized crater.
“I warned you, Crag.” The youth’s fist connected with Crag’s chin and she staggered back.
“How?” Her features suited the question as she rubbed where he hit her.
“It’s my ability.” He stepped in, and pivoted his hip as he delivered a hard, fast right to her midsection.
She swatted the punch away like an annoying gnat. Countering with a hook to his face, he went sprawling across the open expanse of the mall atrium to collide with the marble wall.
“OK.” He shook his head as he scrambled to his feet. “You’re faster than you look.”
“I’m a lot of things that I don’t look.”
The young man took the full body of Crag into his eyes. She was taller than he, well muscled, and he could see her feminine features.
“I’m not just a muscle bound clod good at knocking down doors and heavy lifting.” She leaned forward as she closed the distance between them. When she planted a hand on the ground, the young man stagger-stepped to the side. Crag completed her cartwheel and landed close enough to grab the plainly dressed hero. “I’m a lot smarter than people give me credit for.” She yanked up and grunted with the effort.
The young man didn’t budge.
“This right here, is where we are alike.” The hero reached out, grabbed bunches of Crag’s costume, flexed his knees and lifted. To finish the maneuver, he leaped into the air and spun, putting Crag’s body beneath him.
The boom echoed throughout the mall, shattering glass, knocking over planters, and setting off burglar alarms.
Crag looked into the masked eyes of the hero. “Copy cat.”
“Well, well, well. Brains to go with that brawn.” He locked his lips on hers. She struggled and then gave in and returned the kiss.
“I take it you aren’t going to let me go.”
“No. But I will visit.” The young man stood up as the police arrived. “There is no way I am letting you get away. You’re the first.”
Crag blushed as she stood up. Her long, unkempt hair covered her face and her smile.
The cops restrained Red Racer as she struggled to get away. Crag simply went peacefully.
The cop that stepped forward and took charge asked, “So you must be new and haven’t gotten your costume worked out.”
The young man looked at the floor then raised his head showing dazzling white teeth. “Sergeant, this is my costume. I wear this because I can. I’m KopyKat.” Shaking the police officer’s hand, KopyKat moved to the truck they stuck Crag in. He winked, then ran off.