Obligatory "rated M for mature" warning. This is a sequel from my "Delinquents" fanfiction, I'll try and keep this easy to follow along if you haven't read it, but I still recommend reading the last story if you like enjoy these characters. Enjoy!

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A lampost shined over Taylor's head. "Should I take off my mask?"

"That won't be needed, Buzzkill. Could you please describe the team as best you could?"

"Describe them?"

"As best you can."

"I mean…" Taylor twiddled her thumbs, the enclosed room made it feel seem like she were a villain being interrogated. "Describe what aspect? Their competence? Their personalities? The morality chart? Their viewership stats?"

"Wherever you'd like, Buzzkill. We need to know everything we can about this team."

Taylor paused, and thought for a moment. "Well…"

Armsmaster:

"They're delinquents. No matter how they portray themselves, they're nothing more than standard criminals that need to be treated as such."

Assault & Battery:

Assault said, "they're what happens when you put together every drug conceivable, and don't overdose."

Battery stomped on her husband's foot. "They're adolescents," she hissed while her husband groaned in pain, "they're children in a game they couldn't begin to understand. The sooner we arrest them, the better."

Vista:

"Rush won't stop hugging me!" Missy stood up from the chair and raised her arms in fury, "I hate her! She's always treating me like a kid! I keep trying to make them take me seriously, but she never stops flying at me during battle just to hug me like I'm a frigging baby!"

Miss Militia:

"They're not so bad, as long as they don't hurt anyone I don't think we have to prioritize on them too much."

The interrogator asked, "didn't your Ward team get in a paintball competition with them, where you used red, white, and blue paintball ammunition on them in the middle of E88 territory?"

Miss Militia scrunched her lips.

The interrogator added, "we have the youtube footage. They were wearing American flag t-shirts while playing the song 'Team America' through speaker drones."

Miss Militia wanted to shrink in shame, "they started it…"

Kid Win:

Kid Win said, "I game with Leet."

"Excuse me?"

"I game with the tinker on their team. His gamertage is L33t. "

There was a long pause, "why didn't you tell us?"

"You never asked."

Dauntless & Triumph:

Dauntless sighed, "Uber makes me uncomfortable."

Triumph rolled his eyes, "his fursuit turn you off bro?"

"Never in my life did I think a cape career would involve fighting kink obsessed cosplayers."

The interviewer asked, "but how do you think they impact the PRT image?"

Triumph answered, "It's bad enough that they have no end goals in mind, its annoying that they make live streams of just them screwing around with all the teams in the city. Fighting them is like arguing with trolls, there's no winning no matter what."

Dauntless shrugged, "way I see it, as long as they focus more on the villains, that's less problems for us."

"That doesn't matter," Triumph argued, "they're overall bad for image. Spray painting dickbutts in E88 territory is fine, but what happens when they use their popularity to start humiliating the PRT? Its a blow to morale."

Clobkblocker & Gallent:

Clockblocker asked, "is it weird that Rush makes me feel uncomfortable?"

Gallant commented, "he has a crush on Rush."

Clockblocker said, "I can neither confirm or deny that."

Gallent said, "he posts his own ship fanart on forums."

Clockblocker said, "I can neither confirm or deny that."

Shadow Stalker:

"Fuck. All of them."

Browbeat & Golem:

Golem answered, "we've worked with them, yeah, it's not much of a secret anymore. Believe it or not, behind all the jokes, online videos, and ridiculous tinker tech, they're just as human as any other villain or hero. I'd rather work with the guys who took down the E88 than waste time arresting them for nazi pun graffiti."

Browbeat said, "I still say their internet personas are just a ruse. Get people's guard down, get them to be underestimated, just to turn the tables at just the right moment. I'd say they're living proof that God either turns a blind eye at the absurd, or that he at least condones it."

Buzzkill

Taylor let out a deep sigh, "it goes a little beyond all the tricks and jokes you see on their online websites. On the surface, you'll see them messing around like they're trying to prove they aren't scary people to be around. In reality, they're aware of the threats they pose to the world, they're aware of the faults they have amongst themselves. And they do their best to compensate for that through carrying each other up like any other team would.

I understand that the world tries to categorize them as either good or bad, but it really doesn't apply. Standard titles really can't work with them. If anything, they're grey. They're people caught in circumstances they never wanted to be a part of, and them messing around is just their way of making light of the situations they're caught in."

"Is that really how you'd describe them?"

Taylor thought back to all the team members she's personally spoken with. "Yes, yes it is."

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Director Piggot paused the video footage and addressed the board of directors. "The Losers aren't just juveniles, they're criminals that specialize in wrecking the reputation of any opponent they hold up against. Their tinker is on the same class as Hero, and despite focusing on low end crime, their ratings are no doubt top tier within the city."

The TV screen showed Clockblocker again, he said to the camera, "Light once made an energy beam in the shape of a dildo and slapped it at the things I froze."

The interrogator said, "we asked if you think they're a threat."

Clockblocker replied, "that's my answer."

The footage paused again. Costa Brown said, "I'm seeing a pattern here."

Piggot nodded, "they've set the bar so low that despite that, people never feel threatened by them."

"That's quite an angle," Calvert commented.

"This is why we need overwhelming force," Tagg said quickly, "Dragon has been mass producing armored dragon suits. Now's perfect time to test run Dragonflight on a group that won't cause long term consequences. We'll get a better understanding of the functionality of the suits, without causing a disturbance to the established dynamics of Brockton Bay."

"No," Costa Brown said. "We're not about to impose martial law for a team that calls themselves Losers."

"Do not underestimate them," Tagg emphasized.

"Believe me, I won't. As far as we know, they could planning some elaborate heist or doomsday device as we speak."

Somewhere in the Loser's fortress of inept Solitude:

"Today," Rush stared at the webcam with a big smile on her face. "On the Loser Channel!"

Rush had on her pajamas with her half broken mask covering the top half of her face. Her t-shirt and sweats were as casual as it could get. Uber was sitting next to her, wearing his own domino mask while he wore his own gym clothes that he also used as pajamas.

"Friday night pizza night," Uber said, "please note, we neither endorse nor condemn Little Caesars for their shitty pizza."

"Also on Fridays," Rush added clasping her hands together. "Strip night! Where the whole world gets the chance to watch two infamous supervillains strip as they play video games!"

Rush walked towards the camera and adjusted the camera towards herself and Uber. Rush was slim, skinny body figure with tan skin, she was attractive by most accounts. She'd never cosplayed anything that exposed too much skin, despite Uber and Leet both pushing her to do so.

Uber was a muscular young adult. 21 and at the prime of his youth, Uber could turn a few heads for anyone who walked his way. This was a spectacular night for a lot of their fanbase, as they'd been recommending strip webcamming for months ever since their villain web series had begun.

Uber said, "why do I get the feeling this isn't going to end up the way most people want it to?"

"Rules," Rush said with a smile, "Uber and I are playing dark souls together. Everytime he dies, he strips. Everytime I die, I strip. The Loser with the least amount of clothes by the end of the night wins!"

"Wait," Uber asked, "is the goal to strip or to win the game?"

"Yes." Rush sat down and started up the game. "May the biggest Loser win!"

Two Hours later.

"And we're out of time," Rush looked at her wrist, pretending she had a watch. Rush didn't remove a single piece of clothes off herself, and even put on a panda pajama sweater after a draft of air passed by.

Uber, obviously, was stripped down to his underwear. He had three layers of shirts and two pairs of socks on before they started. Uber was staring at the tv screen in a daze.

"Congrats Uber," Rush said proudly, "looks like you win. Which means, the internet gets to flaunt your pink colored tits all over the internet."

Rush smiled at the camera as Uber gritted his teeth. He threw the playstation remote away and yelled, "how the fuck are you good at Dark Souls!? Dark Souls!?"

Rush yelled, "why are we yelling!? And why do I find you attractive when you yell!?"

The livestream slowly faded to black, with an image of a stone faced Rush smiling at a red faced Uber screaming from the top of his lungs.