can't quit the dayjob now
WHO: Felicia and Jaime
WHERE: ...Docks...docks works...
WHEN: Evening
WARNINGS: dorks and boobs but not on the same body
SUMMARY: well for starters there are bad guys being punched
FORMAT: no
Man. It was the same as back home - bad guys just didn't learn.
Jaime had always been amazed by the fact that bad guys still even tried to pull crap in a place like Gotham or Metropolis, let alone a city so clogged with superheroes and super powers of all sorts. But, like the sun rising and falling each day, the bad guys came. And, almost like clockwork, there was someone around to remind them that being bad guys was a bad idea.
Someone like the Blue Beetle.
There were twelve guys of the bad nature that time around, some armed, most stupid. At least one had the good sense to not try and take a swing at a guy in full armor - one less bruised knuckle? The guy made it up in spades, of course. Not totally the Beetle's fault; that's just how they fell when he tossed them.
"Come on!" he groaned, wobbling backwards with the weight of a burly man around his neck. The scarab on his back bulged and popped him off. "Give up already! Don't make me taze you guys!"
WHERE: ...Docks...docks works...
WHEN: Evening
WARNINGS: dorks and boobs but not on the same body
SUMMARY: well for starters there are bad guys being punched
FORMAT: no
Man. It was the same as back home - bad guys just didn't learn.
Jaime had always been amazed by the fact that bad guys still even tried to pull crap in a place like Gotham or Metropolis, let alone a city so clogged with superheroes and super powers of all sorts. But, like the sun rising and falling each day, the bad guys came. And, almost like clockwork, there was someone around to remind them that being bad guys was a bad idea.
Someone like the Blue Beetle.
There were twelve guys of the bad nature that time around, some armed, most stupid. At least one had the good sense to not try and take a swing at a guy in full armor - one less bruised knuckle? The guy made it up in spades, of course. Not totally the Beetle's fault; that's just how they fell when he tossed them.
"Come on!" he groaned, wobbling backwards with the weight of a burly man around his neck. The scarab on his back bulged and popped him off. "Give up already! Don't make me taze you guys!"