It was a routine day for Beth, a.k.a the amazing superhero Catgirl, though really in this city no day could be considered routine. She had started her patrol tracking down Footgirl, who had escaped from prison, and quickly sent her back, before beating up a few of Megabutt's followers who had been robbing a bank for their goddess. Now, Beth's patrol was just wrapping up and she was long overdue for her bed. Her muscles ached, her costume reeked and her eyes could barely stay open, constantly fighting the unending fight against tiredness. She gave a yawn and dropped down from the rooftops and into an alleyway near her home, finding a pile of normal clothing she had stashed there earlier, but as she was about to get changed, the sounds of desperate screaming came from nearby. Beth looked longingly at the civilian clothes, which would lead to a hot meal and a soft bed, then sighed and stashed them away again. Duty called.
A few seconds later, Catgirl had followed source of the frantic calls for help further into an alleyway, to a small, open garage, inside which sat a beat up dairy truck. As she approached the screams died down. Frankly this whole thing would usually have struck Catgirl as highly suspicious, but she was tired and just wanted to get her patrol over with as soon as possible, so was feeling a little less motivated towards caution.
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