She doesn’t wear pink dresses, doesn’t like teddy bears or supersweet creme-filled pastries. She can’t stand capes, masks, hoods, hyperdramatic names and cinematic special effects. And her only superpowers are cynicism and a rather sick sense of humor.
But she’ll do anything for her city. To save its people she’d lay down her life. Or worse – for their sake, she’s even willing to live.
She grew up in Maze City, that improbable multidimensional labyrinth of streets where crime holds sway and violence breaks the weak and tempers the strong. Where law and justice are all too often powerless to maintain order – meaning someone has to take matters into his – or her – own hands.
Samantha Washington is her name. And she doesn’t protect her city because she likes being a superhero. She does it because somebody has to do it. And not just somebody, but her – after all, it’s her job. Her goddamned superjob.