The Big city is different from Home

I wasn’t naïve, there was no way she was a superhero. But she did wear her knickers on top of her tights. And I like that in a person. But then again it was my first day in the ‘big’ city. San Francisco was the big city to me. The second clue that she could be a superhero was the fact that she was flying. With big colorful wings. She was diving straight down at some poor guy who, as I watched him, was hiding behind a normal looking woman. The guy was in purple and black with a half-face mask. And he was laughing in what I think was a maniacal fashion. I could practically see the explanation marks at the end of the laugh. He had at least five. The flying woman stopped just above him and glared down. At least I think it was a glare because her face was covered in a full mask.
“Well Bird? What now?” Purple mask demanded up at her.
“Now you are going to unhand that woman and come with me.” She replied.
“And why would I do that?”
“Because if you don’t then I will pull you both up with me and you will drop like a stone.”
“Idle threats mean nothing to me.” He sneered.
“They are only idle if I won’t do them.”

At this she dropped the last ten feet and stood in front of Purple Mask. He snarled at her. Really, honest-to-God snarled. The normal woman screamed something like ‘Help me’ but I’m not too sure. Someone snickering near my ear made me turn. Another guy in a mask but this time he was not dressed in purple and black. He was in gray with a full grey mask and he was leaning against the building behind me. The winged woman whipped her head around to look at me. Or rather just passed me at the other guy. He was clearly a guy and a guy the winged one was not happy with. She lifted her hand starting to flip him off but stopped herself. She put her back to him and went back to Purple Mask.
“Oh Birdy don’t be that way.” Grey said from behind me.

‘Birdy’ was fighting with Purple Mask and the woman got free. I don’t know how it ended but man that woman sure at some wings on her.