Little Background

"Is the bitch still behind us?" a man asked his passengers who had backpacks overflowing with cash. the three on the backseat looked behind them simultaneously and paled when they still saw the winged, heavily armored calamity following them.

"She hasn't given up yet! What's your call, Eddie!" one of them cried out. The driver gritted his teeth, subconsciously looking at the rear view mirror on the driver's side but it was missing, cut off by one of the feathers she had fired. The other mirror the same!

"Fuck this! There's a grenade launcher in the trunk! Use it," Eddie shouted at his companions. The three scrambled over the backseat and started removing the covers to see an M79 grenade launcher with one already in the chamber. They looked at each other before trying to take it for themselves.

"Fucking bastards! If she gets us before one of you shoots that thing at her I will personally make life a living hell for you in prison!" Eddie roared at the three fooling around with their and most importantly his, freedom.

"I got it!" one of them said, taking the weapons forcefully before lowering the car's right passenger door's window. He pushed half his body outside, supporting himself on the chairs' head rest with his feet and took aim at Angel.

"Gotcha!" he smirked and fired the high calibre grenade projectile. But, he was surprised to see her suddenly a sudden barrel dive through the air, her wings surrounding her body. The grenade hit one of her wings and exploded.

"Got her!" the man shouted triumphantly. The three in the car were about to celebrate when the other two passengers saw the smoke blown away and there she was, wings outstretched, looking at their car with an almost bored look on her mostly covered face.

"Shit!" Eddie cursed, knowing they were in trouble now and they truly were. Angel flapped her wings once, sending feathers flying out of her wings towards the car. She controlled all fifty of them remotely to hit the car's tyres, windows, engine, brakes, acceleration and cutting off the roof. In one second, the entire car had been reduced to nothing but a heap of junk and she landed on its hood, looking at the four men cowering beneath her.

"You will not dare harm us!" one of them said.

"I will not kill you but I can maim you, cripple you for life. Lately, I have discovered I can throw my feather in a precise way, lobotomizing someone! I dare you to test my patience!" she answered back, the two wings on her back coming forth, aiming the sharp looking feathers that had regrown already towards them.

"Why are you doing this? We just stole from other criminals! We should be exempted as vigilates!"

"That is reaching and stealing and leaving a gunshot victim is called a crime, don't care you you're stealing from!" she answered back, making them shudder.

"You'll be killing us!" Eddie growled.

"I know! That's why I like sending you to prisons. You either die in there or come back tougher only for me to send you back there, more broken and the enemies you might have made in there kill you!" she told them, a sadistic smile showing on her visible mouth. The four shuddered at this. "I cannot break the no killing rule but I can work around it and let others do the killing for me! I bet those ten Cartel members will be eager to gut you all in Prison. But, if you kill their assassins it's still a win for me." The four were very much relieved to hear the police sirens.

"Well, I talked too much, not that you will remember any of it!" she said, making them even more antsy.

"What...What do you mean?" Eddie asked as a plain police car arrived. Out walked a detective who looked at Angel with a question filled eyes, she answered with a nod.

"You need to stop doing that. We might encounter one who is especially resistant to telepathy!" he sighed, turning to the four men. His brown eyes suddenly glowed blue and the three men looked like they were in a trance. "You will forget what she said to you!"

"Yes!" the three said still in a trance.

"What the fuck!" Eddie shouted in horror. He had thought heroes were the goody two shoes he had been told about by other criminals. Sure, Hawkgirl was one of those who was not afraid to throw hands and really hurt or cripple her combatants, but this was some next level shit! She saw the two zero on at him and he panicked. Quickly arming himself with a pistol, he swung to shoot at Angel only for her to hit it off his hand with a kick and the next second, the detective had shot him thrice in the chest, killing him!

"We might find one who is even bulletproof," the detective sighed, holstering his gun.

"And we'll just take him to the docks. Cement to their feet will shut anyone one real quick," she said with a smile, getting off the car before kissing him on the cheek. "See you later, dad."

"Happy hunting, sweetheart," he said with a smile on his face and she flew away. He went to his car to report the shooting.

Chicago was a cesspool of crime, even from her Earth. In DC, where cities had even more crime, Chicago had become an almost lawless city due to the amount of crime in the streets! Her father worked for the CPD, one of the few officers that brought fear to the criminals because of his ruthless take on solving crimes. He would take higher street tax than any other cop but nobody would try and take him out because he had them mind fucked! His superiors had made the mistake of encouraging his actions, giving him a special crime unit and came to regret it due to how powerful and influential it had become.

When he had learnt his daughter had awoken her meta-gene, he was elated, especially seeing how strong she had become! She had come up with the idea of becoming Hawkgirl's sidekick while helping him nab the criminals that were giving him trouble like the ones that they had gotten that day. They had invaded a poker game he had been casing trying to arrest the members of that Cartel but due to these four's actions, they had gone into hiding!

"Our baby's becoming a real crime fighter," he said proudly, looking at the sky.