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This is a sequel (of sorts) to "Tracking The Huntress", which Desert_Mutt, and I collaborated on together. That story can be found __here https://www.sofurry.com/view/39756.

The 5'9" 150 pound golden eyed tawny furred Lioness stands on a snow covered rooftop over looking Sursu City at night. She is wearing her alternate Superheroine costume, which consists of a longsleeve footed mock turtleneck backzip purple catsuit, spiked stiletto high heel knee high pink boots, elbow length pink gloves, a purple Domino mask, and a sleeveless mock turtleneck backzip thong pink leotard over the catsuit with her tail sticking out of the rear of the catsuit, and leotard. Her purple domino mask is clutched in her gloved left paw, her ears are splayed back.The costumed crime fighter sighs, and a puff of air is seen.

"Why do I bother?" she wonders aloud. "They all hate me anyway. Now I know how Batman feels, but he does it, because no one else will stand up to the crime, the evil, and corruption. With me, even though I do it for the same reason, they still hate me, and scream for me to be executed publicly in the same way in which William Wallace was; Hung, stretched, drawn, and quartered, castrated, disemboweled, and beheaded with my body scattered to the four corners of the world, and my head placed on a pike on the R. Crumb Bridge."

"As of tonight, The Huntress no longer exists. From now on, I'll just be plain boring Lillian Amara Lioness. One of the countless millions stepped on, and walked all over by the corrupt elected officials, and police, the criminals, the crooks the thugs, and the gangsters."

No, you can't!" you exclaim a bit too loudly from your hiding place.

"Who's there?" demands the costumed crime fighter rather forcefully.

She turns to face you exposing her whole face to you. It is then that you see the sad weary look in her eyes, and that she has obviously been crying, because her cheek fur is wet, and her eyes are red, and puffy from crying.

"Please Huntress...Lillian," you plead with her, stepping out of the shadows, showing her that you're a white furred female Bunny with blue eyes wearing a pair of footed frontzip Christmas print pajamas that have a zipper going from the inside right ankle, up to the top of the outfit, "The City needs you."

"No, they don't," she replies turning away again.

You walk over to her, place a comforting paw on her shoulder, and she turns her head to look at you.

"Then I need you," you tell her softly. "I know that sounds selfish of me, but if they're going to treat you badly, because of who you are, and what you to to keep them safe from those who would try to harm them, then forget those idiots, I'll keep you all to myself. You too good for them, and this festering sleaze pit of a town anyway."

The spandex clad Lioness turns to face you.

"Why?" asks the feline.

"Why what?" you ask.

"Why would you be so kind to me, when you could be just as heartless, cruel, and mean as everyone else?" The Huntress asks.

"My parents taught me better than that, so I was raised not to be a jerk to others, even if they do deserve it."

You put one arm across her back, and one arm around her waist, as you hug her, and nuzzle her cheek. She hugs you back, and lowers her arms to her sides after a minute that to you, felt like an eternity.

"So how old are you, Bunnehlicious?" she asks, smiling at you. " Shouldn't you have been in bed hours ago?"

" I'm 28, silly kitty," you tell her.

"We're the same age then," she casually remarks. You look like you're still a child, though. Even though we're the same age, and from the look of it, same height."

"Yep," you say.

"It's a bit cold to be up here on the roof wearing only a footed sleeper in late December," she tells you. "Why don't you head back inside?"

"You're one to talk, 'Miss tights'," you say teasing her.

"Don't worry about, me flufftush. Just get your kawaii self back inside where it's warm, and I'll come back to check on you later."

You feel your cheeks suddenly become warm, and you realize that you're blushing.

"Are you sure?" you ask.

She smiles and nods, giving you a loving pat on, the butt.

"I'm sure."

"By the way, I'm Lapineia Bun." you say.

"Cute name," she replies. I'll knock on your window when I come back, so you can let me in.

"Thanks, " you tell her. " I'll leave a light on. that way you'll know which apartment is mine."

You start to head back inside, but out of concern you look over your shoulder at her when you're half way across the rooftop.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine. I'm not going to quit being a Superheroine."

You're not?" you ask.

She shakes her head

"You've given me a lot to think about."

You continue on, and when you get to the door that leads down into the building, she stops you, by calling out to you.

"Hey, Carrots."

You turn to face her.

"You look adorable in those jammies," she says winking at you.

You giggle, and blush again, wiggling your butt at her

"Thanks. I got them for Christmas this year," you tell her before heading inside, and closing the door behind you.