Since Mark became a hero, he faced several terrible villains and even his father at some point, in which he didn't even win the fight. A lot of things happened too quickly, and even two years after the events with his father, it was still common for him to have nightmares. At first they were actually nightmares, then after a while they became "nightmares" of an entirely different sort. The main culprit turned out to be a particular thief who had worked her way into his thoughts.

Well, nightmares was just what Mark used to call them, but given their increasingly vivid and sensual nature, they would definitely fit more as unwanted wet dreams. What was so interesting about this thief that made Mark reach this point? Maybe it was that cute, completely captivating face or even that damn smug smile that danced on her lips as she committed petty thefts on the street, bumping into people and disappearing with wallets and dignity intact.

It was another one of those nights, Mark rolling around in bed from one side to the other trying to fall asleep. The persistent feeling of frustration at not being able to resist the irrational need to touch himself after yet another dream about the thief left him feeling conflicted. He considered the situation somewhat humiliating, and worst of all, he couldn't exactly hate it completely.

After a few minutes of reflection and lack of sleep, Mark gave up and put on his hero costume, going out patrolling in the hopes of distracting himself. It was very late and there wasn't much movement on the streets, just a car or two passing by casually and some suspicious people hiding in the dark alleys probably doing something illegal. Mark really didn't feel like dealing with infractions at the moment.

Despite the minor incidents he chose to ignore, the night was surprisingly peaceful compared to previous nights. The weather was cloudy and a bit humid. If it weren't for his suit, Mark would probably be freezing to death flying around in this weather.

A little while after deciding to head home, a noise from a soda machine in a nearby alley caught his attention. When he lazily turned around to see what it was, he came across his nightly tormentor. Since when had she started robbing defenseless soda machines? Damn... He hated to admit that it was kind of entertaining watching her trying to figure out a way to steal the coins from the machine.