Chapter 103: It's Nothing Personal

Jocelyn wandered the streets helping various people or stopping crimes until she needed to get home and sleep after she managed to procure dinner (a hot dog from a cart in the park). It was a Friday so it didn't matter so much that she was going to bed later than usual. Villains preferred to strike on weekends. 

She typically spent all day out of the house Saturday and Sunday dealing with them and other hero work since she had nothing better to be doing. She wasn't like most heroes. Her secret identity wasn't as fleshed out. 

She had no one demanding any of her time since she lived alone. Her apartment was little more than a converted storage closet but, since it was just a place to sleep, she didn't care. She didn't get claustrophobic and having roommates when you had a secret identity was more trouble than it was worth.