Masked superhero?

Jerry got back to the Brixton flat at five am on a Wednesday morning. He'd been to every club, bar & venue in Brixton. He'd sated his desire for chills & thrills. He'd engorged himself on cocaine, speed, copious amounts of THC & a quantity of psylocibin. He was wearing a pair of pink star-shaped shades.
Una lay on the sofa next to the white, long-haired cat. Both were snoring. Jerry went into his bedroom. The blackness in the corner of his room became animated. A figure in black body armour, black helmet & visor carrying an ouzi sub machine gun reared up. "Freeze!"
"Zoom zoom zoom!" said Jerry as he put his hands in the air.
"They want you alive my friend."
"Xxxzzggrh."
"Pardon?"
"Eeeeeaaaugh!" screamed Jerry as he stared wide-eyed at his would-be abductor.
"Shut up!"
"Behind you!" shouted Jerry.
"Ha fucking ha!"
CLUMP!
The guy hit the deck leaving Una standing behind him brandishing a frying pan. "Get the helmet off Jerry." Jerry pulled off the helmet & visor. A long-dead corpse blindly stared at the ceiling. "Voodoo!" shouted Jerry.
"Miss Brunner!" added Una.
"Very clever."said a voice from the doorway. They spun 'round & there stood the aged, raddled, dehydrated form known as Miss Brunner.
"How'd you get it to talk if it's dead you sick sick woman?"
"Reverse chronocompatability syndrome."
"What? You mean it's a corpse who is used to this situation & you kept it plugged into a behavioural loop?"
"Ex copper. Psychic pick-ups in his head linked to the computers in my castle. Not difficult with a brain like his. Yours on the other hand is like a box of spoons being thrown down the stairs. A bit like your musical tastes."
"Must have had some time on your hands since I was last about." said Jerry.
Miss Brunner began to look very serious. "How come neither you or Una have aged at all since the mid-seventies. It's goddam 2007 for heaven's sake!"
"With all your chronographic equipment & causality computers how come you've aged as much as you have."
"Entropy entropy everybody's got it entropy!"
"Well our chronos zones have done us proud."
Miss Brunner levelled a thermo-blaster at their heads. "Where have you been you little shit?
"At the end of time." said Una.
"Hanging with those decadent good for nothing imbeciles that are chained to their technology without even understanding it!"
"Too right!" said Jerry grinning.
Miss Brunner was wearing some kind of reinforced body suit with it's own curvature. It hissed as hydraulic joints enabled movement & seemed to provide her with life-support. It was decorated with ancient Haitian symbols.
"You're dead aren't you." said Jerry.
"Technically." said Miss Brunner.
"Necromancy!" screamed Jerry.
One of Miss Brunner's eyes fell out of it's socket. It hung from an optic nerve. She popped it back in & pulled a tight rubber mask over her head. It had built in goggles with advanced circuitry attached to the sides. Her whole appearance was now distinctly robotic.
"Want a cuppa?" asked Jerry.
"No I do not," replied a cybernetic voice that seemed to be a hybrid between her own & a vocoder. She advanced towards them & let off the heater. Una & Jerry ducked & a section of the wall behind them melted away. Una grabbed Miss Brunner but she was flung to one side as Brunner's suit provided her with superhuman strength.
"I want revenge for you skipping out on me in the seventies!"
"I wasn't aware we had anything going after the failure over us becoming one being Miss Brunner!" pleaded Jerry as another part of the wall disappeared.
"Rat!" she screamed in her metallic voice.
Una jumped onto her back & tried to wrench her mask off but to no avail.
Jerry picked up a needle gun from the side-board & fired it at Miss Brunner's head. The dart bounced off & nearly caught Jerry in the eye. "Jesus!"
Miss Brunner was holding Una up in the air with her fist clutching the satin lapels of Una's dressing gown. She flung her to one side & spun 'round to face Jerry.
"I have the technology to suck your youth away & replenish my own cellular structure! Only your metabolism will work for me! I must have it again!"
"You got three hopes lady! Bob Hope, Maurice Hope & no fucking hope!"
She lurched towards him as he said this.
He side-stepped her & she went crashing through the second story window & landed on the street below.

She stood up. Pulled her overcoat around her metallic body, took a woolly hat out of a pocket & pulled it over her head. She put large shades on & walked incongruously up Coldharbour Lane.
Some way up the road she sat on a bench & shut her systems down for a few minutes in order to recharge her life-support mechanism. When she came around someone had stolen her legs. She had been mistaken for an art installation. Considering that her head was the only fleshly thing left & that was covered with a mask this was an easy mistake to make.
"Fuck it!" she shouted as two silver masts shot up from her shoulder blades. Propellers unfolded above her head. Her legless body was then transported high into the sky where she disappeared above the clouds.

Jerry & Una sat on the sofa each sipping a cup of tea.
"That was bloody scary." said Jerry.
"We'd better move out."