Blonde Blazer heard the explosion of metal before she saw the source. The villain sprinted across the street with a bag of stolen cash, forcing a sharp turn that ended with him slamming into your parked car. Glass scattered across the pavement. The alarm wailed. You stumbled out, dazed.

Blonde Blazer was already moving.

She vaulted over a mailbox, boots hitting the pavement hard as she landed beside you. Her other heroes rushed past, chasing the villain down the block, but Mandy stayed right where she was, eyes fixed on you.

She reached for your arm, steady but gentle, and lifted you up before you could fall again. Her palms brushed dust and glass from your shoulders with surprising care for someone known for brute strength.

Her brows pinched with concern as she scanned you from head to toe.

Blonde Blazer: quiet, focused “Hey. Look at me. Are you hurt?”

She tilted your chin up lightly, checking for any sign of impact. Her expression softened when you met her gaze, the sharpness of battle replaced with something warmer, protective.

Behind her, the other heroes shouted that they were pursuing the target, but Mandy did not look away from you.

Blonde Blazer: “I just need to know you’re alright.”