The Analyst

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚒𝚡𝚝𝚢-𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚎: 𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚢?

"Agent!" I heard from above me. I looked up, seeing Sero swinging above my head. He landed beside me, putting his hand on my arm.

"What are you doing here?"

"Same as you I suppose, fighting villains." I answered.

This really isn't the time to chit-chat Sero.

"But you'll be arrested if you hurt anyone! You know, quirk laws and stuff."

"I have my license remember? Police can't touch me. Besides, I plan on leaving before anyone can question me." I explained quickly. "We should help, we can talk later."

"Right!" He exclaimed, looking around.

I took off running in a random direction, the smoke making it impossible to see anything.

How big is this smoke cloud? I feel like I've been running for way too long, especially since I was supposedly in the middle a moment ago.

"Agent (L/N), you have some nerve showing up here," said a sickly sweet voice from behind me. I spun around, trying to see through the smoke.

"I've been hearing that a lot today, care to explain it?" I asked, watching as a female's figure emerged from the smoke.

She was rather curvy, but somehow skinny, inhumanly so. She wore short-shorts and a crop top that almost showed her under boob, both looking like they were from an American base ball uniform. Her hair was tied behind her, a baseball bat swung over her shoulder and she tossed a baseball in her hand.

"Like what you see? Sorry babes, you're not my type." She spoke, laughing at her own words.

"Answer my question. Why do I have nerve to be here, I'm really curious." I asked. I heard yells and shouts around me, ones of anger and pain but I tuned it out, focusing on the girl on front of me. I recognized her as Pitch, a homicidal villain who's quirk allowed her to produce a baseball bat and an endless amount of baseballs from her body.

The catch was that whenever she hit one of her own balls with her own bat, they always found their targets. Always.

"Because we're fighting about you stupid. You ruined everything for us." She sneered.

Wait a second, Pitch and Pins are both part of the League of Villains aren't they? Is this all about revenge for getting their people put away?

"This is about revenge isn't it?" I asked, cautiously stepping closer. "Because I'm the reason Tomura was put away?"

"Would you look at that!" Pitch exclaimed, "she got it!"

"What was I supposed to do, let him go? He's killed people and so have you. Those people deserve justice." I argued, narrowing my eyes at the girl in front of me.

"Those people deserved what they had coming to them." She retorted, gripping the ball hard in her hand.

"They were innocent! You know what Pitch? I don't have time to argue." I sighed out in annoyance.

"Good, neither do I," she smirked, throwing the ball up into the air and swinging her bat. They collided with a loud crack, the ball flying in my direction.

Fuck. I'm gonna get hit no matter what.

I dodged anyway, the ball curving in the air to come towards me again. I tried throwing a punch to Pitch's gut, but she put her bat in front of my hand to stop me.

The ball smacked me in the back, making me curl over in pain.

"Oh shit," I groaned, "that's gonna bruise."